Love Is A Game 2: Posing As A Couple
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
galadriel1010Title: Posing As A Couple
Characters: Jack, Ianto and Tosh
Genre: Casefic, gen
Rating: G
Era: Series 1
Series: Love Is A Game
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to go undercover together
Contains:
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack pulled the SUV up to the curb and looked up at the brightly lit bar front. “Are you sure this is the place, Tosh?”
“Yes, Jack. It's one hundred metres to your left, now.”
Ianto pulled a face. “Oh God, it's in a gay bar.”
Jack looked at him sharply, pulling away from the curb to find the car park. “What's that supposed to mean?”
Ianto eyed him warily. “I always get groped inappropriately in gay clubs.”
Letting out a bark of laughter, Jack relaxed slightly. “Well that's to be expected. I have told you you have a fabulous arse, haven't I?”
“I... yes, sir,” Ianto choked and eyed him balefully. “But I object to being groped by strangers.”
“Am I allowed to grope you, then?” he pulled into a parking space and smirked at Ianto in the darkness.
Ianto was silent for a while, chewing his lower lip. “I'd rather you did, sir.”
Jack had to think about that one before he got it. “Wait, you're asking me to grope you... not to not grope you?”
“Yes, sir.”
He bought himself time by unfastening his safety belt and getting out of the SUV, whilst Ianto did the same on the other side. Finally, he confessed. “I don't understand.”
The orange streetlight above them cast Ianto's features into strange relief as he tipped his head back and sighed. “Sir, I'd rather go into that bar and have people think that I'm off limits... Unless you'd rather go in there with people thinking you're available,” he added quickly.
Jack shook his head and came around the car to stand in front of Ianto. “Maybe we could both do without the distraction,” he conceded, resting his hands on Ianto's shoulders. “But you're going to have to look more relaxed than that.”
“Sir?”
“And stop calling me 'sir',” he added firmly, tugging at Ianto's suit jacket. “Now. We're going to go in there, looking like two blokes out for a night out together. We'll get some drinks, enjoy each other's company, get what we're after, and leave. Okay?”
Ianto's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he drew in a sharp breath when Jack's hand brushed under his jacket to remove it. “And we look rather too dressed up for that?” he guessed.
“Exactly,” Jack managed to get him out of the jacket and gave him a critical glance. “Okay, ditch the tie and undo your top buttons, roll your sleeves up a bit, and you'll do.”
Whilst Ianto did as he was told, somewhat bewildered, Jack hung his jacket over the back of the passenger seat and removed his own coat and slung it over onto the driver's seat, then unclipped his braces and threw them onto the back seat, followed by his shirt. When he was down to his tight white shirt, he peered at his reflection in the wing mirror to comb his hair into something a bit more casual, then ran his hands through Ianto's hair and took his tie off him. “That's for later.”
Ianto nodded and swallowed, and reached into his jacket pocket for his wallet. “Right... can I buy you a drink, Jack?”
“Only if I get to buy you one,” Jack smiled back.
They were leaning against the bar a while later, both with weak mixers in their hands, trying to find something to say. Not that they could hear themselves over the music, a song which neither of them recognised or liked. Past Ianto's shoulder Jack saw a couple of guys looking at them, and moved closer to Ianto, resting his free hand on his hip and rubbing the bone with his thumb. “Don't worry, just someone looking at us.”
Ianto blinked and leaned towards him casually, brushing his lips against Jack's cheek and taking him by surprise. That close, he could whisper, “Do you think they recognise us?”
Jack shook his head, just enough to reciprocate the gesture. “I think they fancy us.”
When Ianto tensed, Jack slid his arm around his waist fully and rested their cheeks together. “Oh Ianto Jones, you don't see it, do you? Most of the guys here would take you home if you let them, and the others are just here with their gay mates.”
Ianto's breath puffed unsteadily over Jack's neck, meaning that he'd dropped his head, trying to hide. Just when Jack was going to pull back and make him look at him, he spoke. “Would you take me home? Or are you not most men?”
Slowly, Jack pulled back so that he could see Ianto's face and read the nervousness in his tight smile. Wanting to wipe it away, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Ianto's, just for a second. “For you, Ianto, I'll be anyone.”
“I wouldn't let just anyone take me home,” Ianto's smile had grown a little less nervous, a little more daring. “It would have to be someone special.”
“How special?” he grunted as his comm. unit beeped in his ear and Ianto turned away, back to his drink. “Yes, Tosh?”
“The signal's gone, did you see anything?”
He looked around and cursed softly. “No, Tosh, we didn't see anything. Are you sure it's gone?”
She sighed. “Definitely gone. I'll set about finding it...”
“Don't, Tosh,” Jack planted his hand firmly on Ianto's arse and smiled at him. “It's late, go home. I'm going to take Ianto home. We'll see you tomorrow.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “You're taking me home, are you?”
“Yes I am,” he pulled Ianto into his arms and kissed him again. “As long as you think I'm up to the challenge?”
Laughing, Ianto tangled his hands in Jack's hair, moaning softly just at the feeling of being held. “You could never be just anyone even if you tried, could you?”
Next chapter
Characters: Jack, Ianto and Tosh
Genre: Casefic, gen
Rating: G
Era: Series 1
Series: Love Is A Game
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to go undercover together
Contains:
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack pulled the SUV up to the curb and looked up at the brightly lit bar front. “Are you sure this is the place, Tosh?”
“Yes, Jack. It's one hundred metres to your left, now.”
Ianto pulled a face. “Oh God, it's in a gay bar.”
Jack looked at him sharply, pulling away from the curb to find the car park. “What's that supposed to mean?”
Ianto eyed him warily. “I always get groped inappropriately in gay clubs.”
Letting out a bark of laughter, Jack relaxed slightly. “Well that's to be expected. I have told you you have a fabulous arse, haven't I?”
“I... yes, sir,” Ianto choked and eyed him balefully. “But I object to being groped by strangers.”
“Am I allowed to grope you, then?” he pulled into a parking space and smirked at Ianto in the darkness.
Ianto was silent for a while, chewing his lower lip. “I'd rather you did, sir.”
Jack had to think about that one before he got it. “Wait, you're asking me to grope you... not to not grope you?”
“Yes, sir.”
He bought himself time by unfastening his safety belt and getting out of the SUV, whilst Ianto did the same on the other side. Finally, he confessed. “I don't understand.”
The orange streetlight above them cast Ianto's features into strange relief as he tipped his head back and sighed. “Sir, I'd rather go into that bar and have people think that I'm off limits... Unless you'd rather go in there with people thinking you're available,” he added quickly.
Jack shook his head and came around the car to stand in front of Ianto. “Maybe we could both do without the distraction,” he conceded, resting his hands on Ianto's shoulders. “But you're going to have to look more relaxed than that.”
“Sir?”
“And stop calling me 'sir',” he added firmly, tugging at Ianto's suit jacket. “Now. We're going to go in there, looking like two blokes out for a night out together. We'll get some drinks, enjoy each other's company, get what we're after, and leave. Okay?”
Ianto's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he drew in a sharp breath when Jack's hand brushed under his jacket to remove it. “And we look rather too dressed up for that?” he guessed.
“Exactly,” Jack managed to get him out of the jacket and gave him a critical glance. “Okay, ditch the tie and undo your top buttons, roll your sleeves up a bit, and you'll do.”
Whilst Ianto did as he was told, somewhat bewildered, Jack hung his jacket over the back of the passenger seat and removed his own coat and slung it over onto the driver's seat, then unclipped his braces and threw them onto the back seat, followed by his shirt. When he was down to his tight white shirt, he peered at his reflection in the wing mirror to comb his hair into something a bit more casual, then ran his hands through Ianto's hair and took his tie off him. “That's for later.”
Ianto nodded and swallowed, and reached into his jacket pocket for his wallet. “Right... can I buy you a drink, Jack?”
“Only if I get to buy you one,” Jack smiled back.
They were leaning against the bar a while later, both with weak mixers in their hands, trying to find something to say. Not that they could hear themselves over the music, a song which neither of them recognised or liked. Past Ianto's shoulder Jack saw a couple of guys looking at them, and moved closer to Ianto, resting his free hand on his hip and rubbing the bone with his thumb. “Don't worry, just someone looking at us.”
Ianto blinked and leaned towards him casually, brushing his lips against Jack's cheek and taking him by surprise. That close, he could whisper, “Do you think they recognise us?”
Jack shook his head, just enough to reciprocate the gesture. “I think they fancy us.”
When Ianto tensed, Jack slid his arm around his waist fully and rested their cheeks together. “Oh Ianto Jones, you don't see it, do you? Most of the guys here would take you home if you let them, and the others are just here with their gay mates.”
Ianto's breath puffed unsteadily over Jack's neck, meaning that he'd dropped his head, trying to hide. Just when Jack was going to pull back and make him look at him, he spoke. “Would you take me home? Or are you not most men?”
Slowly, Jack pulled back so that he could see Ianto's face and read the nervousness in his tight smile. Wanting to wipe it away, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Ianto's, just for a second. “For you, Ianto, I'll be anyone.”
“I wouldn't let just anyone take me home,” Ianto's smile had grown a little less nervous, a little more daring. “It would have to be someone special.”
“How special?” he grunted as his comm. unit beeped in his ear and Ianto turned away, back to his drink. “Yes, Tosh?”
“The signal's gone, did you see anything?”
He looked around and cursed softly. “No, Tosh, we didn't see anything. Are you sure it's gone?”
She sighed. “Definitely gone. I'll set about finding it...”
“Don't, Tosh,” Jack planted his hand firmly on Ianto's arse and smiled at him. “It's late, go home. I'm going to take Ianto home. We'll see you tomorrow.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “You're taking me home, are you?”
“Yes I am,” he pulled Ianto into his arms and kissed him again. “As long as you think I'm up to the challenge?”
Laughing, Ianto tangled his hands in Jack's hair, moaning softly just at the feeling of being held. “You could never be just anyone even if you tried, could you?”
Next chapter
