Pillow Talk - Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
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serene_quillTitle: Pillow Talk
Fandom/Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble) – it was supposed to be a double, but they were too fun to let go of that quickly!
A/N: The Valentine’s Request was for a Torchwood Jack/Ianto Fic. Happy Valentine’s Day, Brewer!
“Jack, what year were you born?”
Jack rolled over, looking at Ianto curiously. “Why?”
Ianto tucked his head into Jack’s shoulder, tangling his legs further into Jack’s. “You know how numbers and calculating turn me on,” he joked, even though he was serious. He waited, expecting Jack to brush him off with a joke or impossibility as usual.
“Ah, by your calculations, Ianto, the year was 5029.”
Ianto pulled back, staring down at Jack. The other man was watching him, wary and waiting. “You’re serious?” he asked, sliding a hand along Jack’s collarbone, a little in awe.
“Completely,” Jack replied, his face finally lightening.
“So… how old are you?” Ianto asked, cocking his head curiously.
“Well, I had just turned 30 when Rose did the whole immortal whammy on me,” Jack explained. “I’ve lived from 1941 to now in a linear fashion, but I have a year’s worth of extra memories from when I vanished last month…”
“Ninety-nine, or an even 100,” Ianto calculated, looking speculatively at Jack. “You look good for your age.”
Jack laughed, dropping a kiss on his lover’s forehead. “Go ahead, ask,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup Ianto’s face, brown eyes trapped in hazel.
“How many lovers…?” Ianto started to ask, cut off by a fierce kiss. Jack rolled him over, pinning Ianto to the mattress under him.
“One,” Jack replied, kissing Ianto again quickly. “I’m too old to worry about tallying up my past and calculating the future. So the only thing that exists for me is here and now. I have one lover. One man I want.”
“I like that number,” Ianto groaned, his thought eroding as Jack lowered himself into a hungry kiss. “I will ask again,” he warned Jack.
“Answer won’t change,” Jack swore, before kissing replaced all speech.
Fandom/Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble) – it was supposed to be a double, but they were too fun to let go of that quickly!
A/N: The Valentine’s Request was for a Torchwood Jack/Ianto Fic. Happy Valentine’s Day, Brewer!
“Jack, what year were you born?”
Jack rolled over, looking at Ianto curiously. “Why?”
Ianto tucked his head into Jack’s shoulder, tangling his legs further into Jack’s. “You know how numbers and calculating turn me on,” he joked, even though he was serious. He waited, expecting Jack to brush him off with a joke or impossibility as usual.
“Ah, by your calculations, Ianto, the year was 5029.”
Ianto pulled back, staring down at Jack. The other man was watching him, wary and waiting. “You’re serious?” he asked, sliding a hand along Jack’s collarbone, a little in awe.
“Completely,” Jack replied, his face finally lightening.
“So… how old are you?” Ianto asked, cocking his head curiously.
“Well, I had just turned 30 when Rose did the whole immortal whammy on me,” Jack explained. “I’ve lived from 1941 to now in a linear fashion, but I have a year’s worth of extra memories from when I vanished last month…”
“Ninety-nine, or an even 100,” Ianto calculated, looking speculatively at Jack. “You look good for your age.”
Jack laughed, dropping a kiss on his lover’s forehead. “Go ahead, ask,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup Ianto’s face, brown eyes trapped in hazel.
“How many lovers…?” Ianto started to ask, cut off by a fierce kiss. Jack rolled him over, pinning Ianto to the mattress under him.
“One,” Jack replied, kissing Ianto again quickly. “I’m too old to worry about tallying up my past and calculating the future. So the only thing that exists for me is here and now. I have one lover. One man I want.”
“I like that number,” Ianto groaned, his thought eroding as Jack lowered himself into a hungry kiss. “I will ask again,” he warned Jack.
“Answer won’t change,” Jack swore, before kissing replaced all speech.
