m_findlow

Title: Bossed around
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 566 - Constant at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack and Ianto make a lot of demands of one another.

'Foot off the coffee table, Jack,' Ianto said as he swept through the living room on his way to the kitchen.

Jack groaned and reached for one of the cushions next to him, sticking it under his boot on the table.

'That's not any better,' came the response as Ianto swept back through again.

'My foot is officially off the coffee table,' Jack argued.

'I'll buy you a proper footstool for Christmas,' Ianto promised, 'but for now, off.'

Jack heaved a sigh and turned himself sideways on the sofa so he could prop his feet up on it instead.

'Don't over-exert yourself there,' Ianto said, passing by with the laundry hamper, settling on the edge of the chair opposite and beginning to fold socks and towels.

Jack plumped the cushion behind his head. 'I've had a long day.'

'So long that you couldn't be bothered putting away the laundry I left on the end of the bed for you? Once it's been ironed it doesn't put itself away. And the bin in the kitchen still needs emptying. It's bin day tomorrow so if it doesn't go it'll be stinking up the side of the house for another week.'

'I'll do it later.'

'Or you could do it now.'

'Geez, Ianto! Would you quit with all the nagging?'

Ianto flipped another set of socks into a neat ball and dropped them back in the basket. 'I'm not nagging, I'm just reminding you.'

'You're constantly reminding me. To be honest I'm getting a little sick of it. Take out the bins, put away the laundry, dry the dishes. Can't a guy get five minutes rest around here?'

Ianto huffed, stuffing one sock rather more forcefully inside the other than was strictly necessary. 'Oh? And when do I get five minutes rest? You're not exactly low maintenance, either. Ianto, I need that report, I need a coffee, call the Home Office for me, clean the SUV. It's just one constant, never-ending list of demands with you.'

Jack bristled. 'That's work stuff and I get to do that because I'm the boss.'

Ianto stood up and picked up the laundry hamper, unceremoniously dumping the contents on top of Jack, still warm from their trip in the tumble dryer. 'Well, at home I'm the boss and the boss says you can finish these, put out the bins, put away the laundry I spent the last hour ironing for you and scrub the ring off the bathtub, or the boss is going to tell you that you can stay there on the sofa for the rest of the night.'

Jack took two of the socks, folded them into a ball and chucked it at Ianto, who yelped in indignation.

'I can't believe you just threw socks at me!'

Jack sniggered. 'You wanted them folded. You didn't say anything about what I could do with them after that. Bossy boots. Maybe I'll have a nice long lie in the bath after I've scrubbed it,' Jack teased. 'Alone.'