m_findlow

Title: Caught with your pants down
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 275 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for badly_knitted's prompt "Any, any, "It went up my trousers" " at fic_promptly
Summary: Sometimes you have to make do with what you have on hand at the time

'Where'd it go?' Jack asked, looking around frantically for their latest visitor from the rift, about the same size as a common mouse.

'I don't know,' Ianto said, joining him in surveying the scene. It had been so small and lightning quick that neither of them had a chance to grab it, harmless as Jack had promised it was.

'It's gotta be close by. Keep looking.'

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement that caught Ianto's eye as it sped towards him.

'Oh, ooh, ah, Jack.'

'What?'

'I think it went up my trousers. It's, ah, ooh, hee hee, that tickles.' Ianto continued to squirm in between ticklish giggles. 'Ha, ha, please stop it.'

'Take off your pants.'

'What?'

'Well, how else do you expect me to catch it? Wait until we go home to shower?'

'We're in the middle of the street!' Ianto exclaimed, before the scratchy tickling sensations sent him into another uncontrollable fit of laughter.

'Just do it.'

Ianto awkwardly undid his belt and tugged them off, Jack helping taken hold of the bottom of each leg, before gripping the top of them and twisting them off.

'Gotcha!' Jack cried, trapping the tiny furball inside. 'Good job, Ianto. Nice boxers too,' he added, admiring the red silk before beginning the walk back to the car, trousers in hand.

'What about my pants?' Ianto cried.

'You can have them back when we get back to the hub.'

'But the car is three blocks away. You don't expect me to walk back looking like this, do you?'

'I've learnt never to expect anything, but to simply appreciate it when it drops into your lap.'