Challenge 891 - Dress-ups
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m_findlowTitle: Dress-ups
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 891 - Feather at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and Ianto's Friday night isn't quite what either of them planned. A triple drabble.
Ianto looked down at himself and wondered, not for the first time and undoubtedly not for the last time either, what he'd gotten himself into.
‘Jack Harkness, I really do wonder about some of your kinks.’ Here he was dressed in nothing but a pair of silky black boxers – and Ianto had always been a briefs man – and the red UNIT cap that Martha had been convinced by Jack to supply, albeit she’d posted it directly to Ianto to make sure it was all above board. The last item Jack had him don was a large feather duster, clutched in his right hand. This was definitely not how he’d imagined his Friday night.
‘You stopped wondering long ago,’ Jack replied, then considered his look carefully, stroking his chin whilst deep in thought. ‘Still something missing,’ he said, then snapped his fingers. ‘I know. Hang on and I’ll be right back.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. He assumed Jack was off to fetch some ridiculously huge gun – disabled for safety, of course – to top things off. What self-respecting UNIT officer down to his boxers would leave home without one?
Jack took longer than expected, so when he finally returned clutching an elasticated bow tie, he was caught off guard. ‘Ianto? What are you doing?’
Ianto turned around, still on tip toes as he clutched the feather duster. ‘These shelves above the communications panel were filthy,’ he replied. ‘Thought I might as well put this duster to good use while you were gone. I doubt this has been dusted since the nineties.’
Jack laughed. ‘Oh, Ianto Jones, he said, taking it all in. Just when I thought you couldn’t look any sexier, you pull this out of the hat.’ Jack tossed the bow tie over his shoulder.
‘You’re just so very easily pleased.’
Ianto looked down at himself and wondered, not for the first time and undoubtedly not for the last time either, what he'd gotten himself into.
‘Jack Harkness, I really do wonder about some of your kinks.’ Here he was dressed in nothing but a pair of silky black boxers – and Ianto had always been a briefs man – and the red UNIT cap that Martha had been convinced by Jack to supply, albeit she’d posted it directly to Ianto to make sure it was all above board. The last item Jack had him don was a large feather duster, clutched in his right hand. This was definitely not how he’d imagined his Friday night.
‘You stopped wondering long ago,’ Jack replied, then considered his look carefully, stroking his chin whilst deep in thought. ‘Still something missing,’ he said, then snapped his fingers. ‘I know. Hang on and I’ll be right back.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. He assumed Jack was off to fetch some ridiculously huge gun – disabled for safety, of course – to top things off. What self-respecting UNIT officer down to his boxers would leave home without one?
Jack took longer than expected, so when he finally returned clutching an elasticated bow tie, he was caught off guard. ‘Ianto? What are you doing?’
Ianto turned around, still on tip toes as he clutched the feather duster. ‘These shelves above the communications panel were filthy,’ he replied. ‘Thought I might as well put this duster to good use while you were gone. I doubt this has been dusted since the nineties.’
Jack laughed. ‘Oh, Ianto Jones, he said, taking it all in. Just when I thought you couldn’t look any sexier, you pull this out of the hat.’ Jack tossed the bow tie over his shoulder.
‘You’re just so very easily pleased.’
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Date: 2025-11-16 10:39 am (UTC)