Torchwood: Fanfic: On your own

[m_findlow]

Title: On your own
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M (language)
Length: 501 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, 'Weevil's in the back. You know what comes next.'" at fic_promptly
Summary: Owen's elation at a job well done is quickly defused.

Ianto puffed as he slammed the boot shut. 'He's a big guy,' he commented, referring the the weevil they'd just manhandled into the car. 'Tagged though, so won't take long to put him back where he belongs.'

Jack brushed the dirt and grass off his hands, grinning at a job well done. 'Nice job, Owen,' he said.

'Piece of piss,' he replied, not wanting to highlight the fact that there'd been a moment back there where he was sure he was about to be mauled to death. It was just one slip of his shoe on the dewy grass that had sent him off balance, nearly putting him right in the arc of the weevil's sharp claws. Perhaps he'd gotten lucky, but fuck it. Take credit where credit's due, Harper.

'Right,' Jack said, looking around at the abandoned industrial park street. 'Weevil's in the back. You know what comes next.'

Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack looked towards him to take the lead. 'Sodding cheapskate,' Ianto muttered, pulling out his wallet and thumbing through until he found a twenty pound note. He handed it to Owen.

'What's this for? Did I win a bet or something?'

'It's for the taxi,' Ianto replied.

Owen frowned. 'What taxi?'

'The one you're taking home so that I can start removing Ianto's clothes and ravish him with my tongue,' Jack replied. 'Gods, I'm so horny for you, Ianto. That weevil chase was one for the record books. Even better than the first time we caught that guy. Do you remember?'

'Like it was yesterday,' he said, deadpan. As if Jack could recount every single weevil chase, let alone which weevil it had been. If Ianto couldn't remember it, there was no way Jack could. It was the victory sex that was memorable.

'Go two blocks that way,' Ianto pointed, 'then take a left and go another block. You'll reach the main road, then. Should be able to pick up a taxi pretty easily from there. Or you could call for an Uber.'

'Just not here,' Jack qualified. 'Around the next block if you must. I don't feel like an audience tonight.'

'But,' Owen stammered, 'it's starting to rain,' he added, feeling the drops hit his head.

'So, you'd better get a move on,' Jack replied, turning away to press Ianto against the side of the SUV, kissing him before using his spare hand to open the door and shove him inside, where their tangled bodies continued to kiss and tug at clothing.

Owen stood there, utterly gobsmacked. They really, truly meant to leave him out here to find his own way home just so they could have a post weevil shag. He was appalled. 'Bastards! You wouldn't do this if it were Gwen or Tosh!' Owen yelled at them.

'Gwen and Tosh would know better than to insist coming along on a late night weevil hunt!' Jack yelled back, before pulling the door shut and sealing the two lovers inside.

'You'll get yours,' Owen promised.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Oh they will, Owen, they're working on that right now! Run along and leave them to it, there's a good boy.