Slashthedrabble Challenge 550 - A cover up

[m_findlow]

Title: A cover up
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 550 - Makeup at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto has a problem, but Jack knows how to fix it.

Ianto leaned forward and tentatively inspected the blotchy patches of purple on his forehead and cheeks in the bathroom mirror. He looked like he'd gotten into an argument with an interior decorator who took offense at his suggestion that maybe plum wasn't the best colour for their bedroom walls. 'My sister is going to kill me if I turn up to dinner looking like this,'  he moaned. Why today of all days did he have to come out in a ridiculously colourful alien rash?

'At least it's only your face,' Jack said, standing behind him in the bathroom doorway.

'How is that better?' Ianto argued, spinning and giving him an annoyed look. 'Which part of me did you think she was going to notice most? Do you think I arrive at the front door and drop my pants in greeting?'

'Well, maybe not at your sister's, but perhaps we could start trying that at home?' The slap he got for the comment was worth it.

Ianto groaned. 'If I cancel again, I'm a dead man.'

'Let me help you out, then,' Jack said.

'How? Owen said this will last a week at least.'

'So, we cover it up. There's nothing a little make-up can't fix.'

'I really don't think-'

'Shut up and open that bottom drawer,' Jack commanded.

Ianto reluctantly pulled out a large quilted bag and Jack took charge, emptying it out onto the bathroom counter. It looked like Lisa's old drawer, full of pots of beige goop, pink blusher, all manner of coloured eyeshadows, lipsticks and mascara.

Jack squeezed some white liquid into his hands and smothered Ianto's face with it, before adding a layer of beige cream, then another beige product, this time in lipstick form.

Jack scolded him each time he cringed at his face being assaulted. He was being rubbed and dotted and splodged all over. Then Jack began dusting his face all over with light brown powder. He sneezed more than once. How did women put up with all of this muck?

After a solid twenty minutes, Jack finally relented. 'There. You wouldn't even know, now.'

Ianto was remarkably surprised at his reflection. The purple spots had completely disappeared. He looked almost normal. 'How did you...'

Jack grinned. 'A bunch of drag queens taught me everything there is to know about the wonders of make-up.'

'Why does that not surprise me? I still feel ridiculous.'

'Well, you look gorgeous. Have you ever thought about going drag? You've got lovely bone structure.'

Ianto swatted his hand away. 'You're not even funny.'

'I'm serious. You would make a lovely drag queen. You've got the figure for it.'

'Never mind the hairy arms and legs.'

'It's called waxing, Ianto. Or shaving if you aren't that brave. A nice shapely dress with a bit of fake cleavage and the boys will be breaking down your door.'

'I don't think so.'

'Oh, come on. We'll make a night of it. I haven't been out on the drag for years.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

I'm not sure Ianto can match Jack in the leg department!

I don't know how women put up with all that palaver either. Even back in my teens when I wore makeup it was just blusher, eye shadow and mascara, maybe a touch of lip gloss. Never saw the point of all the rest.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Jack would love Ianto even if he made for the hairiest, ugliest drag queen, but he'd be there to do whatever he could with the magic of makeup. :)