Love Is A Game 8: Pillowfight
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galadriel1010Title: Pillowfight
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Jack and Ianto debate terms of endearment
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack was already awake when Ianto finally, reluctantly, opened his eyes. He, Ianto, was warm and relaxed, loose-limbed and heavy and still sprawled across Jack's chest where he'd fallen asleep the night before.
Tangling his fingers in his hair, Ianto reared back to yawn hugely and smile at Jack, and flopped, inelegantly, into the middle of the bed, fingers laced behind his head and legs still draped with Jack's. “Good morning,” he said at last, in a voice as thick and heavy as syrup.
“Good morning.” Jack smiled warmly and flattened the hand he wasn't using to prop himself up on Ianto's stomach, splaying his fingers as he leaned forwards to kiss him. “My beautiful boy.”
His smile slipped when Ianto thumped him with one of the spare pillows. “Hey! What was that for?”
Ianto scowled and rubbed at his sleep-heavy eyes. “I decided to take offence with the start of the sentence and work on from there.”
Jack dodged another thump from the offensive pillow. “What's wrong with good?”
“And now you're being facetious,“Ianto told him sitting up to be able to attack better. “I am not yours.” He thumped Jack again. “I am not beautiful.” Thump. “And I am not a boy.”
Still grinning, Jack took the pillow off him and raised it between them as a shield when Ianto lunged for another. “You are to me!”
“Not helping,” Ianto pointed out, raising the pillow to smack it against Jack's. His eyes sparkled with the laugh he was fighting back. “Try again.”
“Fire of my loins?” Jack suggested innocently, then ducked behind his pillow to hide from another attack.
“No.”
“Keeper of the key to my heart, guardian of my sanity, ow!” he gasped out and poked Ianto with his foot whilst his hands were engaged fighting off Ianto's attack. “King of Coffee? Ianto!”
“Now you've got it,” Ianto agreed, laughing even harder when Jack finally started fighting back properly. “Ianto, two syllables. Simples.”
Jack fought Ianto back onto the bed and pinned him down, trapping both of his wrists in one large hand above Ianto's head. “I'm trying to be romantic, here.”
“I think you overloaded my capacity for romance last night,” Ianto told him, almost apologetically. “Besides... no.” They stared at each other whilst their breathing steadied, and Ianto tugged one hand free from Jack's loose grasp to touch his heaving chest. “Kiss me.”
He smiled and lowered his head, pressing his lips to Ianto's and kissing lightly at the corner of his mouth, then moved away, kissing and nibbling a line down his jaw to just under his ear. He tugged on Ianto's earlobe with his teeth and smirked. “Beautiful.”
“Jack!” Ianto pushed him back and grabbed the pillow again, pinning him down and laughing so hard it hurt as he tried to trap Jack's hands and stop him getting a weapon. “Stop. Cease. Desist.”
Jack wriggled under him and sucked in a breath. “Ianto...” he whined, mood snapping from breathless with laughter to breathless with desire. “Do something...”
“Maybe,” he teased, rocking back just slightly before he lifted himself off Jack completely. “Take it back.”
“N... no,” Jack gasped, squirming under Ianto's gaze and trying to arch up. “You are beautiful.”
Ianto trailed his gaze down Jack's body: rumpled hair, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, arms drawn up and muscles tense, chest beaded with sweat, stomach tense and muscles jumping, cock swollen and red and definitely interested. “Jack... Gorgeous.”
He laughed, a sound that was half-groan. “Am I yours?”
Ianto dipped his head to kiss him. “Damn straight.”
“Not a boy, though.”
“Shut up,” Ianto muttered against his lips, silencing another laugh with a deep kiss.
Next chapter
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Jack and Ianto debate terms of endearment
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack was already awake when Ianto finally, reluctantly, opened his eyes. He, Ianto, was warm and relaxed, loose-limbed and heavy and still sprawled across Jack's chest where he'd fallen asleep the night before.
Tangling his fingers in his hair, Ianto reared back to yawn hugely and smile at Jack, and flopped, inelegantly, into the middle of the bed, fingers laced behind his head and legs still draped with Jack's. “Good morning,” he said at last, in a voice as thick and heavy as syrup.
“Good morning.” Jack smiled warmly and flattened the hand he wasn't using to prop himself up on Ianto's stomach, splaying his fingers as he leaned forwards to kiss him. “My beautiful boy.”
His smile slipped when Ianto thumped him with one of the spare pillows. “Hey! What was that for?”
Ianto scowled and rubbed at his sleep-heavy eyes. “I decided to take offence with the start of the sentence and work on from there.”
Jack dodged another thump from the offensive pillow. “What's wrong with good?”
“And now you're being facetious,“Ianto told him sitting up to be able to attack better. “I am not yours.” He thumped Jack again. “I am not beautiful.” Thump. “And I am not a boy.”
Still grinning, Jack took the pillow off him and raised it between them as a shield when Ianto lunged for another. “You are to me!”
“Not helping,” Ianto pointed out, raising the pillow to smack it against Jack's. His eyes sparkled with the laugh he was fighting back. “Try again.”
“Fire of my loins?” Jack suggested innocently, then ducked behind his pillow to hide from another attack.
“No.”
“Keeper of the key to my heart, guardian of my sanity, ow!” he gasped out and poked Ianto with his foot whilst his hands were engaged fighting off Ianto's attack. “King of Coffee? Ianto!”
“Now you've got it,” Ianto agreed, laughing even harder when Jack finally started fighting back properly. “Ianto, two syllables. Simples.”
Jack fought Ianto back onto the bed and pinned him down, trapping both of his wrists in one large hand above Ianto's head. “I'm trying to be romantic, here.”
“I think you overloaded my capacity for romance last night,” Ianto told him, almost apologetically. “Besides... no.” They stared at each other whilst their breathing steadied, and Ianto tugged one hand free from Jack's loose grasp to touch his heaving chest. “Kiss me.”
He smiled and lowered his head, pressing his lips to Ianto's and kissing lightly at the corner of his mouth, then moved away, kissing and nibbling a line down his jaw to just under his ear. He tugged on Ianto's earlobe with his teeth and smirked. “Beautiful.”
“Jack!” Ianto pushed him back and grabbed the pillow again, pinning him down and laughing so hard it hurt as he tried to trap Jack's hands and stop him getting a weapon. “Stop. Cease. Desist.”
Jack wriggled under him and sucked in a breath. “Ianto...” he whined, mood snapping from breathless with laughter to breathless with desire. “Do something...”
“Maybe,” he teased, rocking back just slightly before he lifted himself off Jack completely. “Take it back.”
“N... no,” Jack gasped, squirming under Ianto's gaze and trying to arch up. “You are beautiful.”
Ianto trailed his gaze down Jack's body: rumpled hair, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, arms drawn up and muscles tense, chest beaded with sweat, stomach tense and muscles jumping, cock swollen and red and definitely interested. “Jack... Gorgeous.”
He laughed, a sound that was half-groan. “Am I yours?”
Ianto dipped his head to kiss him. “Damn straight.”
“Not a boy, though.”
“Shut up,” Ianto muttered against his lips, silencing another laugh with a deep kiss.
Next chapter
