m_findlow

Title: Suitably attired
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 559 - Fancy at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack needs to clarify some aspects of Ianto's wardrobe choice.

Jack couldn't help but let a lazy smirk cross his face as Ianto quietly entered his office with a tray containing coffee and biscuits. He didn't even lock eyes with Jack, which Jack found almost baffling after the night they'd shared together. How was it that anyone could coax Jack back to their place for a night of firsts without batting an eyelid? Especially someone who had first let an alien send Jack to another planet where he was destined to be an indentured slave for life, assuming he survived their rigorous testing of his immortality. He quietly chuckled to himself. Only Torchwood.

'Something amusing about my coffee, sir?' Ianto asked, noticing the tiny utterance.

Jack looked up and smiled, taking in the rich plum coloured shirt and tie combination Ianto was sporting. It was utterly delectable if he was brutally honest, and made him want to completely rethink his promise that last night would be a one time thing. Ianto looked good enough to eat, or even just to strip naked right there and then. 'Not at all,' he replied before his infatuated brain forgot to answer the question. He couldn't even look at Ianto the same way anymore. Not after last night.

There was a slight hesitation in Ianto's body language as he didn't quite make to leave just as soon as the coffee was on the desk. 'Did you mean what you said last night?'

Jack's brow furrowed at the question. He'd said a lot of things last night, not all of them he'd perhaps meant, including the "just this once" promise he'd made. He really did want a repeat, even if he knew it was wrong. 'You'll have to be more specific, Ianto.'

'The, ah, bit about not needing a suit to make coffee.'

Jack looked him up and down again, this time not bothering to be subtle about it. Trust Ianto to miss the point completely and take Jack's meaning literally. He'd of course meant that Ianto didn't need to use it as a front to pretend everything was rosy. It took more than a fancy suit to hide the fact that he was still hurting. Pretending it was some kind of protective armor was just deluding himself. Not that Jack wasn't an expert on that. He'd hidden behind that sparkling smile more times than he could count. 'Well, sure. You can wear whatever you like.'

Ianto's forehead scrunched up in confusion. 'But... I like wearing suits.'

Bless Ianto for still being so innocent in some respects. It was a little bit adorable. 'Then don't let me stand in the way,' Jack replied. 'There are no complaints from me.' He gave Ianto's attire another appraising look. 'That's a new shirt, isn't it? I haven't seen that one before.'

'Thought I'd try something a little bolder,' he replied, blushing to match the rich colour. It was a far cry from the usual muted blues and greys.

'It's been one of those kinds of weeks, hasn't it?'