m_findlow

Title: Nighttime naughtiness
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 484 - Desperate at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack has got more than just the Christmas spirit.

Jack snuggled into the bed, burying his face deep under the covers. The tip of his nose was still frozen from the hours spent wandering the streets with Ianto's niece and nephew, admiring the Christmas lights. This would be the best Christmas ever, he thought. Finally all the Davies, Joneses and Harknesses under one roof. Staying the night had been Rhiannons idea. The spare room only had a double bed, but Ianto assured her that was more than big enough.

Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and pulled him close, before beginning kiss him fervently. Ianto nearly yelped at the coldness of Jack's nose.

'Go to sleep, Jack,' he said, trying to pull away.

'But you're here right now and you smell so good.' He breathed in Ianto's cologne and sighed. Jack sounded stupidly giddy.

'Just how much eggnog did you have tonight, Jack?'

'Oh, a few,' he replied, nuzzling Ianto's neck and planting a string of kisses along his jawline.

'Behave,' Ianto warned him, feeling a hand try to remove his pajama bottoms. They were not having sex in the same house as his sister. No way.

'But I was so well behaved all night,' Jack complained. 'I didn't do anything, even though you were right there on the sofa next to me. I could feel your leg pressed up against mine and all I wanted to was to take you right there and then.'

'Jack...'

'But I didn't. And now that we're finally all alone, I want to have my present for being so good.'

'You'll just have to wait until Christmas morning like all the other good little boys and girls for your present,' Ianto said, trying to prise Jack off him, though unsuccessfully.

'Santa can't give me what I want,' Jack purred, 'and what I want is already here,' he added, tugging up the bottom of Ianto's top so he could run his hand across the warm flesh underneath.

'Jack, stop,' he hissed as quietly as possible. 'My sister will hear us.'

'Not if you're quiet,' Jack said, trying to remove Ianto's top altogether.

'It's not me I'm worried about,' finding his legs tangled up in Jack's as he tried to wriggle out of his grip. As it was he could hear the old wooden bedhead creaking from the motion. Perhaps if they did it on the floor. No, he banished the thought from his mind immediately. That wasn't the solution to his problem.

'What's gotten into you?' Ianto asked, as Jack persisted. He'd never seen Jack so desperate. Needing to burn off excess excitement after a weevil chase was one thing, but Christmas Eve at his sister's house was not the same.

'I want you,' Jack said, tugging off his own top and pressing back down on top of Ianto's body, enveloping his face in a passionate kiss. He pinned Ianto down until there was no option but to give in.

Christ. If Rhiannon asked him in the morning, he was going to deny everything!