Slashthedrabble Challenge 562 - Hot shower

[m_findlow]

Title: Hot shower
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 562 - Temptation at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack is on the receiving end of the new definition of a hot shower.

Jack scrubbed at his hair with the towel until it was totally dry. God's but there was nothing like a piping hot shower to make him feel human again after running around since four am, lathered in sweat from an intense pursuit of something that did not want to be caught. It also hadn't helped that after being caught the creature took offense to the gesture, turning itself on him and giving him a spray of the most foul - liquid excrement, he'd call it - which soaked through his clothes and clung to his skin, nearly making him pass out, it smelled so bad. Luckily his coat had been spared, left abandoned on the seat of the SUV in his haste to pursue on foot.

In a clouded up mirror he tried to comb it into place with his fingers as he heard a knock at the door. He smirked at the frosted reflection, wondering why Ianto bothered being so polite all the time. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before, on a daily basis almost, and Jack was hardly undressed. And it was a shared shower and change room.

'Ianto!'

His head popped around the side of the door. 'I've got that clean t-shirt for you, sir.'

Jack grinned. 'Thanks,' he replied, reaching for it. 'I thought I had one down here.' He peered into his locker again, but finding it empty except for the spare blue shirt, hanging perfectly ironed where Ianto had left it with his trousers and underwear.

'I must have overlooked it,' Ianto apologised.

'No problem,' Jack replied. 'By the way, I borrowed your shower gel. Actually I think I used the whole bottle. And your shampoo. I know it's expensive but I promise I'll replace them.'

He didn't get any response to his confession because he found Ianto smashed up against his face. Jack was pressed backwards against the locker and would have yelped at the sudden cold metal against his back had he not had his mouth totally plundered, preventing him from making any sound at all.

Jack gave into the kiss, feeling Ianto's hands begin wandering over his bare chest, stopping to pinch and play with nipples. It was unexpected but not unpleasant. Jack waited for Ianto to take it further, undoing the trousers he'd only just put on, but within a few minutes he withdrew away, much to Jack's chagrin.

'What was all that about? Not that I'm complaining, of course.'

Ianto blushed and Jack found it adorable. 'I don't know what came over me. You just smelled so good.'

Jack chuckled. 'Couldn't resist the temptation, huh?' If he was going to get that kind of reaction, he was going to steal Ianto's toiletries more often. The desperate spontaneity of it was very hot.

Ianto readjusted his jacket and tie, clearly embarrassed by the passionate outburst. 'Perhaps ask me next time before you borrow my things.'

Jack saluted him. 'Yes, sir.' Not on your life, he thought, suppressing a grin.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Maybe Jack should just buy double and use the same shampoo and shower gel as Ianto does. Then they can both pounce on each other, overcome by the aroma ;)

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Now that he knows he has a new secret weapon I'm sure hell keep supplies well stocked! ;)