m_findlow | Slashthedrabble Challenge 464

Title: Cutting down
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 464 - Sugar at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack gets a reality check he didn't expect.

Ianto cringed as he watched Jack practically inhale the jam donut right in front of him. Had it not been for the jam that oozed out the side and down his chin, he would have successfully gotten it all down in two mouthfuls.

A finger went to his chin to wipe up the jam and the finger followed the donut, straight into his mouth with a satisfying sucking sound. That was followed by the loud slurping of half a mug of coffee, which to Ianto's mind was probably the only thing that was going to be able to force the donut down his esophagus and into his stomach. Knowing that were four more heaped teaspoons of sugar in that coffee made him want to push his own aside. There was a reason it was called industrial strength, and it had nothing to do with the coffee component.

'How is it that you don't descend into a complete coma after coming down from that sugar high?' he asked.

'Hey, it takes a lot to keep a fifty first century guy going,' Jack replied, downing the remaining coffee in short order. 'Besides, I can eat anything. These abs are bulletproof,' he said, patting them fondly through his shirt.

'You might have that trim and terrific figure right now, but weren't you the one complaining about spotting a few grey hairs just the other week?'

He had made a big fuss about that, he had to admit. It didn't matter how many times Ianto told him that they'd probably always been there. He was convinced they were a new development. Hadn't The Doctor told him he didn't know whether Jack would age, however slowly? If he could get grey hairs, could Ianto be right about this too?

'Who's going to love you when you're old and fat and grey?' Ianto asked.

Jack gave him a worried look. 'But... you'll still love me, won't you?'

'Oh, no,' Ianto replied. 'I'll have moved onto a much younger, better looking model long before then.'

'You don't mean that!'

'Forever is a long time, Jack,' Ianto said, keeping his poker face in place. 'It's going to take me a long time to catch up to you in the grey hair department. I need to move on whilst I'm still young and attractive.'

'Ianto! How can you say things like that? I thought we were going to be together forever.'

'Well, I can't be wheeling you into the hospital every other week just because you've had a heart attack from blocked arteries. That doesn't sound like much fun for eternity.'

'But... But...'

Ianto burst out laughing. He couldn't take that look of devastation on Jack's face any longer. 'You are such an idiot, Jack. Of course I'll still love you. Even if you are old and fat and grey.'

'Really?'

'Really. But if we can curb the fat part, I'd appreciate it. The silver fox look is quite dashing, but a donut around your waistline will detract somewhat.'