Anythingdrabble Challenge 15 - Hungry for more

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Title: Hungry for more
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 1,698 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 15 - Naked at anythingdrabble (extended version)
Summary: Jack and Ianto's latest alien has an unusual appetite

Ianto collapsed on top of Jack, completely out of breath. There was just something so good about victory sex with Jack. It was usually reserved for weevils, but as they'd loaded the cage into the back of the SUV, Jack was already there, ready to pounce. It's not even dinner time yet, Ianto thought, but it was the last thought he had, as Jack grabbed him by the tie and tugged him into the back seat of the car,  pulling it shut behind them.

He knew was too heavy to stay there, his whole weight pressing on Jack's torso, yet Jack didn't rush him, simply caressing his skin and placing feathery kisses on his temple until his world stopped spinning in mad circles.

'S'pose we should head back,' Ianto said, though it was with some reluctance, enjoying the feel of Jack's warmth against his body. Their latest capture would need to be properly locked away back at the hub whilst they tried to figure out precisely what it was and what they could feed it until such time as they could send it back home.

He reached a hand out, blindly searching for his shirt, which he seemed to remember being tossed into the back of the car as they madly tore off clothes, lobbing them out of the way. When he couldn't find it by touch alone, he sat up to look for it properly.

'Hey, Jack, where are our clothes?' he said, taking a better look at the back seat and the back of the SUV's boot. He found two sets of shoes and a belt, but everything else was absent.

'In the back somewhere,' Jack replied, hands still wrapped around Ianto's hips as he straddled Jack. If he wasn't careful with his squirming, Jack was going to have to insist on round two.

'No, they're not,' Ianto said. He reached down, checking under the seats in front, in case they'd become lodged under there, but all he uncovered was a magnifying glass and two sweets wrappers. Whilst he was bent down over Jack again, he could feel Jack nibbling his neck.

'Don't,' he warned, knowing that if Jack kept going, he wouldn't be able to stop him.

He pulled himself back up and looked in the boot again, across at the small alien in the cage. The alien was kind of cute, furry with big eyes and a long stripey tail. Alien lemur? he wondered. As he took a closer look, he spotted a tiny bit of blue fabric dangling from its mouth. He'd know that blue anywhere. 'Oh, you didn't...'

'Didn't what?' Jack asked, sitting up.

'It's eaten our clothes!'

'All of them?'

'Right down to the cufflinks,' Ianto replied, feeling miffed.

Jack looked at the alien. It did look quite sated, as if it was ready for a nap after its ten course banquet. At least that solved the problem of what to feed it. Polyester cotton blend with a side order of silk. He looked back at Ianto and  shrugged. 'Oh, well.'

Ianto was still in shock that whilst they'd been busy getting busy it had managed to scoff the entirety of their wardrobe. 'But I really liked that suit!'

'So did it, apparently. Guess we'll be needing some new threads, then.'

'Thank you, Captain Obvious,' Ianto replied.

'Although, we could just stay like this,' Jack suggested.

'No.'

 

Ianto felt mortified sitting there naked in the car as Jack drove along what were some of Cardiff's busier roads. It was the one time he wished Jack would break every road law and speed limit, before someone saw them and arrested them for public indecency. Usually if they  were careening down the road with their blue flashing lights, the police gave them a wide berth, not wanting to get involved in whatever craziness they  themselves were caught up in. As it was, he'd grabbed the spare towel out of their supplies kit and draped it over his lap to hide the worst of it. Jack however chose to go "au naturale" as he called it.  

'Can't you go any faster?'

'Why didn't you say so?' Jack said, grinning and pressing the accelerator to the floor.

 

When he pulled into the underground carpark of Ianto's apartment block, he was even more confused.

'What are we doing here?'

'You said you wanted clothes, and your place is closest,' he said, already getting out, ignoring the possibility of anyone seeing him stride across the darkened carpark. Ianto scurried after after him, before having to totter back to search the boot for his keys. They were lying there just outside the cage. At least it hadn't tried to eat those as well.

'Stay here,' he told it as it cooed as him. 'We'll be right back.' He gave one quick surreptitious glance around the parking lot before hurrying towards the door.

'Jack, we'll be seen!' he said, as if coming to the startling realisation for the first time.

'It's five yards from the lift to your door. Relax,' Jack said, leaning against the wall as he idly pressed the button.

'Except the lift's been broken for four months! Which you'd know if you ever listened to anything I told you!'

Jack quirked an eye at him and took to the stairwell. Ianto cringed, padding quickly behind him. Why did he ever let Jack talk him into these things? He should've just stayed in the car and demanded Jack drive them straight to the hub. It's only four floors up, Jones, he told himself. You might get away with it. There was a sound of footsteps and Ianto froze. Or not.

'Someone's coming!' he hissed. 'These people know me!'

He panicked. There was nowhere for them to go, stuck in between floors as they were. Even trying to hurry back down to the second floor was rife with problems. As the footsteps were almost upon them, Jack shoved Ianto up against the wall, smothering his mouth in a kiss that blocked his face from view, pressing their bodies tightly together. Ianto nearly squealed from  the shock, unable to let Jack's kiss distract him from their immediate problem. Jack however seemed to have forgotten all about it, driving his tongue deeper inside. With the way Jack had him pressed up against the stairwell wall, all the mystery person saw was Jack's shapely backside and everything north and south of it. Ianto listened intently as the footsteps hurried away and a door slammed. No doubt they were equally shocked, and probably a little horrified. He just hoped it wasn't one of his nosy neighbours, about to put a call into the body corporate and report them.

Jack broke off the kiss. 'Coast is clear.'

They ran the rest of the way until they reached the door, Ianto pausing only to check no one was in the corridor, before skipping across to twist the key in the lock, stumbling through the door and falling back against it as Jack slipped through behind him.

'We are never doing that again,' he vowed, pulse still racing from their discovery in the stairwell. 'God, Jack, what the hell were you thinking?'

Jack just stood there, completely as ease. 'What's the big deal?'

'We're naked! We just walked into my apartment block completely naked! People saw us!'

'So?'

'So? So?' Ianto cried. 'So, we don't all look like you with your perfect tanned, film star physique! You can't just go around the place with no clothes on and think that's okay!'

He felt self conscious about his own appearance even now. Jack might have looked stunning with nothing on, but Ianto couldn't say the same about himself. He was too skinny, too pale, had too much hair in places he didn't want it. He hastily grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa  and wrapped himself in it, still feeling inadequately covered up, as if Jack could see straight through it.

'It's just skin, Ianto. Underneath the clothes were all just the same. On some worlds they don't even wear clothes. We're born this way. It's nothing to be ashamed of.'

That was easy for Jack to say. Anyone and everyone would fall over themselves to stare at him and that incredibly sculpted body. Ianto still couldn't figure out how he'd been allowed to ever get this close to it. Maybe it was something to do with his fifty-first century genetics, his immortality, or just having the luck of the draw that made him so flawless. It wasn't as if he dieted, worked out or pampered himself with waxing and fake tans. All of that was one hundred percent natural. Most people would kill to have a body like that. Whatever it was, Ianto knew he was punching well above his weight if he thought he could keep a hold of it.

Jack stepped closer. 'Ianto, you're beautiful. You may not think that, but I do. Just imagining what's hidden beneath all those clothes makes my heart pound in my chest. Getting to see it is  priceless. I could spend all day worshipping you with my lips. Those neighbours of yours should be damn lucky to get a piece of the action. If I could have you naked all day long I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven. I wouldn't change you one bit.'

'Really?'

'Really,' Jack said, reaching for the throw and gently pushing it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around his feet. He still felt ridiculously nervous, seeing Jack looking at him like that. Jack drank in the sight of Ianto's body before he grabbed his face and kissed him, slow and deep. Ianto gave into the kiss, a far cry from the desperate face sucking he'd been subjected to in the stairwell not five minutes ago.

As Jack finally pulled back, a coy little smile crossed his face. 'You think I look like a film star?' he asked.

Ianto shoved him playfully. 'Don't push it. You were doing so well,' he said, before kissing him again.

'What happened to us getting clothes?'

'Clothes can wait a little longer,' he said, pushing Jack down onto the throw.

Original 500 word version here

Comments

[bk_forever]

*giggles* I hope the lemur didn't eat Jack's coat! Maybe that was at the dry cleaner's...

It would be mortifying having to dash home naked, but I love the way Jack made it clear to Ianto how beautiful he is. =D

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Thankfully coat was spared, left behind on the passenger seat, by they'll be more careful from now on about leaving clothes anywhere near unknown aliens.