m_findlow

Title: The fruits of labour
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 533 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for badly_knitted's prompt "Any, any, Peel me a grape" at fic_promptly
Summary: Jack may get more than he bargained for

Ianto had a very long list of things to get done today, so he didn't have time for telling off the others if they decided that they didn't want to work at the same pace as him, especially not Jack.

He often had to retrieve things from Jack's office: reports for filing, artifacts that no one had bothered to return to the archives, or passing through on the way to Jack's bunker to fish out the dirty laundry, so Jack often didn't even raise an eyebrow when he came waltzing through. Unless the door was shut, he didn't even knock. That was their only signal that maybe Jack needed a private moment, usually so he could make a phone call, and usually only to spare the rest of them the lion's share of his yelling at the person on the other end of the phone.

Today, Ianto was passing through, looking for two volumes from an alien encyclopedia, which he'd last recalled sitting on top of a trunk near Jack's desk. Jack was lounging back in his chair, feet up on the desk, reading a report, or at least making it appear as if he was reading a report. On closer inspection, he actually had his eyes closed.

'Enjoying yourself this afternoon, are you?' Ianto quipped.

'Mmm,' Jack hummed, not opening his eyes. 'Peel me a grape, would you?'

'Sorry?' Ianto said, stopping and raising an eyebrow.

Jack gestured vaguely at the large bowl of grapes sitting on his desk. They'd been in the kitchen earlier for all the team to share, but had migrated in here somehow.

'Peel me a grape,' Jack repeated.

Ianto set his file down on the desk and put his hands on his hips. 'And when did I become your personal slave? Not that I don't feel like one around here most days. Next you'll be wanting me to fan you with a palm frond.'

'Oh, well, I just thought, last night you said you'd do anything for me. Figured I'd try it out.'

Ianto scoffed. Only Jack would take such a statement literally, and worse, try to take advantage of it. Well, two could play at that game.

'I did say that, didn't I?' he crooned, leaning over Jack's desk and pushing his face closer to Jack's.

Ianto heard Jack's breath hitch. 'Uh huh,' he mumbled.

Ianto plucked a grape from the bunch in the bowl, and held it aloft in a seductive way, just inches from Jack's lips, straddling his hips.

'I also remember you saying to me that you'd go to the ends of the earth for me.'

'I did, didn't I?' Jack purred.

'Yes, you did.'

Ianto leaned closer. He kissed the grape before resting it on Jack's lips, teasing them with it.

'So, you had better start walking towards that end, wherever it is, because if you ever ask me to peel you a grape ever again, there won't be a place on this earth you can hide from me.'

He stood up and threw Jack's legs off the desk, before he popped the grape in his mouth, picking up his books, and leaving.

'Peel you own damned grapes, and do some work.'