m_findlow

Title: Room with a view
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 46 - Anatomy at anythingdrabble
Summary: Jack likes what he sees, and what's not to like?

Jack sighed as he nuzzled his face in the crook between Ianto's shoulder and his head. It was just the perfect shape for getting as close as he could without waking him.

In fact, there wasn't much that wasn't just perfect to Jack's mind, and today he got to enjoy all of it, just lying there.

Usually it would have been tucked under layers of blankets or coats in the winter, and in the summer, it would still be mostly covered to protect that pale Welsh skin from harmful UV radiation. Right now though, ensconced in their bungalow on their secluded tropical paradise, there was no need for clothes or blankets. Jack could admire it at his leisure.

There wasn't an inch of Ianto's body he didn't know intimately, though it didn't stop him reacquainting himself on a daily basis.

He let his eyes drift down over it now. It had changed over time, though the changes were subtle. He wasn't as thin as he'd once been, a lifestyle of chasing aliens, long nights and junk food had added muscle and mass to his torso and arms. His nipples were pink and tender. Jack loved how the slightest touch of his tongue against them made Ianto moan. He didn't dare bite down on them, but he didn't mind Ianto taking teeth to his own, harder and more accustomed to rough play.

Jack's eyes raked down his abdomen, watching it rise and fall gently with each breath, the relaxed belly breathing that signaled deep sleep. A hand rested over the top of it. Jack had a thing for hands. It was one of the first things he noticed about a person, and Ianto had beautiful hands. Some people, like him, had big hands, with thick stubby fingers. Not Ianto, though. His were long and slender, nails trimmed to perfection, and a light dusting of hair gracing the back of them. Jack loved watching those hands. They could make anything appear elegant.

A second trail of hair led from his belly button, heading south. Jack grinned to himself. Nothing down there ever failed to disappoint. Ianto would probably be embarrassed to know that Jack was staring whilst he was asleep. That self-conscious innocence was adorable, even after they'd been together for as long as they had. Perhaps later when he was awake he'd be more interested in Jack focusing his attention there.

Jack's gaze shifted back up to where it had begun. His nose brushed Ianto's jaw, feeling the five o'clock shadow creeping across it. It had been two days since they'd bothered with shaving, being on vacation as they were. His own stubble would be getting prickly, but Ianto strangely didn't seem to mind it. Rugged Jack was sexy, and that was fine by him.

Jack sighed again, draping an arm across Ianto's chest, palm stroking the soft skin. It was a pity they couldn't stay here forever. Vacations were short-lived but he had all of eternity to enjoy Ianto's anatomy.