m_findlow

Title: Dirty minded
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 616 words
Content notes: Written for Challenge 32 - Fantasy at beattheblackdog
Summary: Ianto gets an unexpected surprise for his birthday

Ianto always had cause for concern when it came to presents from Jack. Big occasions like Christmases and birthdays were to be especially wary of. In the days and weeks leading up to such dates, he always made sure ke kept a keen eye on their bank accounts and credit cards, any unusual or intentionally vague invoices that needed paying, and mystery phone calls or errands.

Today however had been remarkably quiet. The team had all gone out for lunch to celebrate, but so far Jack had done nothing outlandish or crazy, which only made Ianto worry that said "surprise" was still forthcoming. When the rest of the team left for the day, Ianto grew even more worried.

Jack came over whilst he was finishing up some mainly unimportant reports.

'Done for the day?'

'Yep.'

'Good. I've still got to give you your birthday present.'

He lead them both over to the sofa and sat them down, taking Ianto's hand in his own.

'I didn't know what to get you this year, so I got you this,' he said, handing over an envelope.

Ianto looked down at it.

'What? No giant cake with naked Jack inside it? No alien device that grows tentacles? No drugs that make everyone look naked and well endowed?'

'Those are all excellent suggestions,' Jack conceded, 'but we've done all that before. I wanted this to be special. Open it.'

Ianto carefully tore open the lip of the envelope, taking out the small card inside. Jack's neat script was written on it in fine ink.

"One fantasy of your choosing," it read.

'One fantasy?'

'Mmm hmm,' Jack said, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist, pulling him close.

'Anything I want?'

Jack nuzzled against his neck. 'Anything'

Ianto sat there for a few minutes, contemplating this unexpected surprise, whilst Jack continued with his gentle touches.

'I think I've decided,' he announced, knowing that Jack was largely expecting to conduct this fantasy straight away, rather than store it up for a rainy day.

Jack leaned in for a long sensuous kiss, feeling Ianto's tongue exploring his mouth, and humming with pleasure.

'I'm not going to need my clothes for this, am I?' Jack asked when he finally pulled away.

'No, no you're not,' Ianto said, a happy, dreamy look on his face.

'When I said any fantasy you like, this wasn't what I thought you had in mind,' Jack said, reaching over the bonnet of the SUV, sponge in hand, his bare skin slapping against the soapy exterior of the vehicle.

'Yes, but then it wouldn't be my fantasy, would it?' Ianto replied, lounging back in the fold out chair, sipping his coffee and reaching over for a danish from the large selection of deserts on the plate.

'Make sure you get right into the corners of the wing mirrors,' he instructed, taking a bite. 'There's an old toothbrush in the bucket if you need it.'

'You have a warped sense of humour, Ianto Jones.'

Jack mentally kicked himself. He should have known to expect something like this. He'd rather hoped he'd be rubbing up against something else right now. He just hoped that all the chemicals in these cleaning products were pH neutral. He could live with dishwasher's hands, but there were certain parts of him that he like just as they were.

Ianto watched on with delight, contemplating just how long he'd be able to resist the scent of leather polish and the sight of Jack's luscious rear end pointed at him, before he'd have to take him on the back seat, letting him finish cleaning the interior until after they were done.

Yep, he thought, easing back, best birthday present ever.