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(Torchwood) giftfic : athousanderrors

I’ve been trying to get back into the writing groove this past weekend, but have been finding it extremely difficult to get my muse back into the Torchwood fandom. This upsets me. A lot. And has resulted in me completely redoing the look of my journal [Come see! Come see!] in a bid to distract myself with the pretence that I’m actually being productive. 

Today however, I’ve managed to beat, bribe and blackmail said muse into submission and whipped up this little drabble-esque piece I’d received from a prompt given as part of my long overdue ‘Gift me, please!’ poll results. (Whoa, that was a bit of a mouthful!) Now I know it’s not brilliant, but hopefully, if I keep working at the prompts, I should eventually get back into the swing of things. Right? Right! ...maybe.
Giftfic for: athousanderrors
Rating: PG-13.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto.
Prompt: Tie!kink, dares, stopwatch. Bonus points for novel uses of chocolate coins.
Other: Unbetad. 443words. Written in response to the “Gift me, please!” poll.
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“Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all.” Ianto mused aloud, idly twirling his tie between his fingers as he watched Jack watching him.
Jack swallowed heavily. The fact that Ianto was wearing nothing but his tie did not seem to be bothering the Welshman in the slightest. It was certainly bothering Jack though. Ianto smiled impishly at him and Jack had to remind himself to breathe.
“I… I think it's a great idea.” Jack managed to mutter, tearing his eyes from their exploration of Ianto's naked body.
“Really?” Ianto purred, raking his eyes over Jack's semi-clad self. The Captain was down to his trousers and braces now (how he'd managed to get his boxers off without removing his trousers was anyone’s guess).
“You think Owen’s idea of a Truth-and-Dare Strip-Poker combo was a good idea?”
“Yeah.” Jack cleared his throat. “It's supposed to work as a bit of an ice-breaker. Help relax everyone. It's supposed to be fun…” Jack drifted off lamely as Ianto moved to press himself up against his side, running a hand up Jack’s chest and plucking teasingly at one of his red braces.
“And are you feeling relaxed, Jack?” Ianto whispered against his neck. “Are you having fun?” He lifted his other hand to play with the hair at the back of Jack's neck, causing the Captain to shiver helplessly at the touch.
“Look, I haven't got long left,” He began reluctantly, “and if I don't come up with a novel use for these chocolate coins Owen will probably- oh!”
The sudden feel of Ianto's tongue wetly assaulting his ear brought Jack's words to a sudden halt.
“Oh,” Jack breathed again as Ianto began to kiss and lick his way from Jack’s ear down to his throat.
“You forget, Sir,” Ianto breathed, rubbing himself slowly against Jack's hip. “I'm the one timing you.”
Jack turned his head, seeing the spark of mischief in the Welshman's eyes.
“Are you saying we- er, that I- have all the time in the world?”
“What I'm saying, sir, is that there are many things one can do with chocolate coins, stopwatches, and a horny Welshman in nothing but his tie.”
Jack’s eyes suddenly glinted with purpose, as if the very idea of using Ianto’s body for his latest task hadn’t occurred to him until this very moment. He turned himself into Ianto’s thrusting, twirling one hand around Ianto’s tie and drawing the Welshman closer.
“You shouldn’t tempt me, Ianto.” Jack said, licking at his lips. Ianto purred.
“Maybe I want you tempted.” Ianto smirked, reaching out for the pouch of half-opened chocolate coins. “I do taste pretty good covered in chocolate.”
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Tags: [&]: [m/m]: jack harkness/ianto jones, fanfic: torchwood, on writing: giftfic

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