Torchwood: Fanfic: Well hidden

[m_findlow]

Title: Well hidden
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, John Hart
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 573 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Torchwood, Jack/JohnHart, it was always about who could carry the most weapons" at fic_promptly
Summary: Jack still has a few things to learn from John

They slid to the floor, completely out of breath, panting hard. They'd been running for so long neither of them knew where they were anymore, only that this room seemed a good hiding place. It didn't matter though, all that mattered was that they'd escaped unharmed, albeit also unclothed. As soon as they looked at one another though, they burst into laughter.

Jack laughed. 'Did you see the look on his face when you pulled that gun out?'

'His face?' John laughed. 'I was too busy watching the reaction in his pants. Given another few minutes I think we might have had him in bed instead of being locked up in a cell.'

They both laughed again at that. Only Time Agents could find near death and bodily harm so amusing.

'I'm not sure if you ended up disarming him with your laser gun or with your body,' Jack said, appraising John's naked form sat next to his own.

'They're one and the same aren't they?' John quipped. 'Everyone wants a piece of my impressive laser gun.'

Jack spared a moment to take a look at it himself, admiring it along with the rest of John's heaving physique.

'I thought I was going to come undone myself,' Jack confessed. 'If it wasn't for the amusement of watching him slowly strip you of weapons, I just might have.'

'I love to put on a show, you know that,' John grinned. 'You weren't so bad yourself. Did I count an extra three laser knives when he made you take off your shirt?'

'Four. And the miniature proton blaster, which he almost missed.'

'Only because you started groaning when he told you to undo your trousers.'

Jack laughed. 'Anything to put him off his game and buy us more time.'

'I still won though,' John replied, leaning back against the wall, brimming over with satisfaction.

'I swear you cheat.'

'How is it cheating?' John said, trying to sound offended. 'Just admit that I can hold more weapons than you. Your efforts were more a poor striptease that a disarmament.'

'Oh, come on, I met you at every turn until the end. And I didn't see you complaining, either,' Jack said, giving John a sneaky little lust-filled look.

'Yes, I caught that little self-satisfied grin as you stood there in your name day suit,' John replied, enjoying the view just as much now as he had then.

'Well, it wasn't like I expected you to still have a laser gun hidden somewhere, and he was about to torture us, and not in a good way.'

John smirked, remembering the look on both their faces when he'd pulled the gun. He thought it rather fortuitous that their captor had insisted they keep their hands behind their backs until he could cuff them properly. John couldn't help but make lewd jokes about enjoying being tied up, thrusting his hips forward in a suggestive manner as he extracted the gun. The thrusting helped, if truth be told.

'I'll still never know how the hell you hid that,' Jack said.

'I still have many things to teach you, Jack,' he purred. 'Most of them pleasurable.'

'Maybe we could have another lesson now?' he asked, his interest on display for John to see.

John held up the laser gun in a tempting way. 'Waste not, want not. Once you learn how to hide these, you'll never leave home without one ever again.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Aha, so that's where Jack learned that trick!