Slashthedrabble Challenge 611 - Like a dog with a bone

[m_findlow]

Title: Like a dog with a bone
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 611 - Remote at slashthedrabble
Summary: A quiet afternoon of napping has left the boys off guard around their important electronics.


Napping on a wet, wintry Sunday afternoon had to be the best thing ever, Ianto thought, snuggled up on the sofa under a thick fur blanket. It had been a birthday present from Jack and he'd been saving it for just such a day, when they could properly enjoy its heavy weight and soft lining.

Just getting Jack to nap was nothing short of a miracle. He was all for cuddling - and everything that followed from there on - but staying in one spot long enough to fall asleep when he wasn't tired was a challenge. Usually it meant only one of them napped whilst the other was charged with not fidgeting so much that he woke the other.

Today though they'd both been curled up happily. There was more than enough blanket to go around and Ianto had read somewhere that heavy blankets promote sleep. Something to do with innate human instincts about being ensconced at birth.

Jack snuggled in against him, stirring from sleep. Hands under the blanket wrapped tighter around Ianto as he pulled him closer. 'We should do this more often,' Jack murmured.

'Yes, we should,' Ianto agreed, though knowing his chances of that were slim.

Jack gave a sleepy yawn, pulling it up closer around his ears as he simultaneously shifted lower. 'What time is it?'

Ianto could just barely see the clock from this angle. 'Half four?'

'Nigella's on,' Jack said. He'd become obsessed with her style of cooking - naughty food that was bad for you, completely like Jack. He fished around between their bodies, looking for the remote.

At first Ianto ignored him, happy to keep napping a little while longer, even over the murmur of the television. It wasn't until Jack's searching became more insistent that Ianto forced his eyes back open. 'Are you done yet?'

'Just trying to find the remote,' he replied. 'I know it was here somewhere.'

'Probably slipped between the sofa cushions.'

Reluctantly they both sat up, pulling back cushions to try and locate it, and finally having to pull the large cushions out altogether.

'No remote,' Ianto observed.

'It was here.'

Ianto shivered. He'd been warm under the blanket but the house felt unnaturally cold. 'Did we forget to turn the heating on?'

Jack blinked then a mark of realisation washed over his face. 'Oh. I left the back porch door open just a bit. Buddy needed the bathroom but couldn't decide if that was now or later.'

Ianto looked around. 'Um, where is our dog?'

Jack walked through the house to the door and spotted the black canine, stark against the mounting white snow outside, digging and having a ball.

'He's playing out in the snow,' Jack called back as Ianto met him from behind. They watched their pet happily digging holes and sniffing their contents before he spotted the pair of them and barked happily. Normally he was a creature who preferred snuggling up with his owners.

'You don't suppose…' Ianto began.

Jack's face fell. 'Oh.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Oh, bad buddy, burying the TV remote! I wonder that else he's buried in the snow. Jack's boots? The car keys?

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Hopefully it's only the remote that's gone to God in the snow! It slipped onto the floor and someone just assumed it was a toy meant for them. All that snow to bury it in was just too good an opportunity to pass up.