Slashthedrabble Challenge 595 - Fresh out

[m_findlow]

Title: Fresh out
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 595 - Past Prompts revisited and Challenge 395 - Down to my last ____ at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto has a slight problem with staying the night with Jack.

Jack kissed Ianto again, arms wrapped tightly around his torso so that he couldn't slip away. These were his favourite kind of nights, when the rift when the rift behaved itself and he was able to kick everyone else out of the hub early for the night. Everyone except Ianto, that was. The hub was Jack's home, and by extension, the home of anyone who wanted to spend the night there with him.

Ianto gave into his kisses all too easily, wrapping his own arms around Jack's neck and keeping him close so that he didn't have any reason to remove his tongue from Ianto's mouth. As if he needed a reason! Jack would've taken up permanent residence in there if Ianto let him.

They kissed for a while longer before Ianto finally pulled away to catch his breath.

'Stay tonight,' Jack whispered, leaning his forehead against Ianto's. He didn't expect any resistance from his lover. They'd been together three nights running now and Jack was enjoying that constant presence of someone else here in the hub with him. It had been a long time since he'd gotten serious about anyone, but he could feel himself falling in love with his young protege. He didn't fight it too hard. He was enjoying it too much to fight against it.

'I can't,' Ianto replied, stroking Jack's cheek with the pad of his thumb.

'Why not?' Had something changed, Jack wondered. Had he overreached and moved things too quickly? Four nights together in a row wasn't committing to a lifetime together, but maybe he'd misjudged.

'I was down to my last pair of pants this morning,' Ianto said. 'If I stay tonight I'm not going to have anything clean to wear tomorrow.'

Jack burst out laughing at the comment. 'Oh, Ianto Jones! You are really too much.'

'How is not having clean pants so funny? The world could end tomorrow and I'd prefer not to be buried in twice worn underpants.'

'If the world ends tomorrow, there's not going to be a one left to worry about it.'

Ianto bristled. 'I think you missed the point, Jack.'

Jack grabbed his head and kissed it. 'You can borrow some of mine.'

'Oh, are we at that point already? Just borrow my underpants anytime you like? They're communal now?'

'Ianto, you're just adorable. We play naked hide and seek and have loud, outrageous sex, and you're fretting about borrowing a pair of pants. That is definitely the least risque thing we would be doing.'

Ianto seemed to accept the rationale because he didn't say no. 'I should still pop home and get some clean clothes. I think people might notice if I start borrowing your shirts and trousers as well. And you don't have any matching jackets.'

'So, bring it all here. Then you won't ever have to worry again.'

He frowned. 'But what would I wear the nights I take you home with me?'

Jack raised an eyebrow. 'You really have to ask?'