m_findlow

Title: Pillow talk
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 574 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, pillow talk" at fic_promptly
Summary: Ianto's usual strategy for avoiding talking about himself isn't working.

Jack nestled against Ianto, kissing along the side of his neck and jaw.

'What does your sister do again?' he asked.

'She's got a couple of shifts per week at the local co-op grocer, and after school she stuffs envelopes with rubbishy adverts and mail order catalogues.'

He thought about the last time he’d been over there, being wrangled into helping five seconds after the cup of tea and plate of biscuits had been laid out. He went home with no less than four paper cuts from those wretched catalogues, fingers stinging. In all honesty though, it gave him something to do whilst she nattered on about a whole raft of things he didn’t particularly care about. It was better to let her talk than to have her ask him questions about his life and then lecture him on all of his shortcomings. He didn't like to talk about his private life; not with his sister, and now with Jack when they were left alone at night. With his sister, the key was to ask questions and keep her talking about herself. With Jack it was a similar tactic; he loved to talk, although he actually said very little, and when talking didn't work, the trick was just to keep his mouth busy with other things.

'Mail order catalogues,' Jack mused. 'Once upon a time you had to get everything by mail order. They didn’t sell stuff in shops. Now look at us. We buy everything online. It’s kinda like we've reverted back to the mail order system. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever bought online? And I mean excluding work stuff. '

'Can't remember,' Ianto replied, avoiding answering the question.

'I know what mine was,' Jack replied, sitting on top of him and running his hands up and down. 'It was a cheeselog mold I got in Spain. The country, Spain, not the planet Spain, although they do have a lot of similarities. Have you ever been to Spain? Churros. Now that's something I miss. Can't get churros in the UK. They're like Spanish donuts, but they're shaped like stick, not round with holes in them. They cover them in cinnamon. Do you like cinnamon donuts? Oh! And then, here's the best part right. They give you a pot of melted chocolate to dip them in! Gods, you've never tasted anything so amazing. We should go to Spain. Would you like to go to Spain? I can buy us churros and we can sit on the beach and,'

'Jack!' Ianto cried, pulling away as best he could, nearly toppling Jack off of him.

'What?' he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

'What’s with all the questions?'

'Just making conversation.'

'Well, don't. I’ve had a hell of a day and right now, I’d really just prefer you to lie there and shag me senseless. All I really want to hear from you are incoherent noises of abject pleasure. Anything that requires more than one indiscernible syllable is hereby banned from your vocabulary. If I have to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up, I will.'

'Well, why didn’t you just say so!'

'Because I couldn’t get a bloody word in edgeways! Honestly, have you met my sister? I swear you two are related. It'd be a competition to see who ran out of breath first!'

'Well, it's not your words I’m worried about you getting in edgeways,' Jack teased.

'Oh, just shut up and screw me!'