m_findlow

Title: Don't rain on my parade
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 501 - Umbrella at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack isn't going to let a little rain interrupt his fun.

They'd been walking back to their hotel, after enjoying the perfect island beaches, when there was a rumble of thunder and the heavens suddenly opened up on them. Ianto stopped them under a large palm tree, though it afforded little protection. He didn't remember this being on the weather forecast, though admittedly, one tended not to worry about forecasts on holidays. He'd just expected an island paradise to be one hundred percent sunshine, and so far, it had been, except for the humidity and the risk of sunburn to his fair skin.

Jack stepped out into the rain.

'Jack get back over here!' Ianto called out over the sound of the rain slapping the ground. 'We don't have an umbrella. We'll be soaked if we try and make it back to the hotel.'

'Who needs an umbrella, Ianto!' Jack yelled out, standing there in the middle of the street, arms stretched wide as the rain came down, soaking his clothes in an instant. 'You're the one who was complaining about the heat! Come on! It feels great!' He lifted his face up to the sky and let it pepper him, opening his mouth and lapping at the fat raindrops.

Ianto left the limited shelter of the tree to come and stand next to Jack, though his plan had been to drag him back under the palm until the rain eased up. Instead, it was Jack who gripped him, holding him firm.

The rain caught him off guard. He expected it to be just like the rain back home, freezing cold, and each drop like a tiny dagger of ice, determined to pierce the skin. Instead it was warm, like standing under a shower head, enveloping him like a warm embrace. Where it soaked into his thin clothes, it felt light rather than heavy, replacing the dampness of sweat with a freshness, cleansed of the humidity and the weariness of the day.

The rain came down in heavy sheets, plastering hair and clothes against skin. Jack's shirt was almost transparent, the toned abdomen and hard nipples showing through. Despite being wet, he looked dazzling rather than bedraggled.

Just as quickly as it had come down, the rain ceased, as if someone had turned off a tap somewhere. The only sound left was that of the residual water trickling down from the leaves and the guttering.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, slicking back the water, and shaking the rest out, like a dog. He was grinning stupidly at his lover, though water continued to drip from the tip of his nose and the ends of his hair.

'We're soaked,' Ianto said, trying to peel his shirt away from his chest before Jack got too much of a good view.

'I was going to suggest that we take a quick dip in the pool when we got back, but now we don't need to. We can skip straight to what comes after.'

Ianto didn't need to ask what that might be.