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Date: 2023-03-04 04:06 pm (UTC)Fill: Country Style [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: PG-13]
Date: 2023-09-09 01:51 pm (UTC)“Ah.” Jack raked a hand through his glittery hair, scattering more of the power into the breeze, glad that at least they were out in the open, and well away from other people, beyond Cardiff city limits where there were only birds, insects, and the occasional sheep, which was only to be expected in Wales.
“Ah? From the look on your face, I gather whatever it is, it’s not good. Should I be worried? I’m not going to drop dead, am I?” Despite being immortal like Jack now, Ianto still preferred to avoid dying if at all possible. It was messy and unpleasant, and usually meant he had to get his suits dry-cleaned yet again.
“No, no, nothing like that, and it’s not really bad as such, just maybe a bit inconvenient. On the plus side, there’s nobody else around to be affected, and I doubt it works on livestock, so the sheep shouldn’t be a problem.”
Ianto sneezed again, pulled out a handkerchief, and blew his nose before frowning at his lover. “What aren’t you telling me? I get the feeling this stuff does more than just make people sneeze.”
“Matter of fact, the sneezing’s a bit unusual, never known that to happen before, but it isn’t generally used in such large quantities.” Jack frowned at the object they’d come to retrieve, a curious jewelled bottle that must have been damaged on its trip through the Rift. As he’d gone to pick it up, it had broken in half, and a sudden gust of wind had blown the contents all over himself and Ianto. “A small pinch for each person usually plenty.”
“And somehow you’re still managing to avoid telling me exactly what it is.” Ianto stripped out of his suit jacket and gave it a good shake, turning so the breeze blew the cloud of glittering particles away from him. Draping his jacket over a nearby fence, he took his tie off and shook that too, turning back to see Jack staring at him hungrily. “Jack, pay attention!”
“I am! You have ALL my attention!”
“Well, you’re about to be very disappointed, because I’m not taking anything else off.” Ianto wiped the powder off his shirt front. “I hope this doesn’t stain. What are you doing?”
Jack’s coat had just joined Ianto’s jacket and tie on the fence, rapidly followed by Jack’s shirt, although his t-shirt was flung in the opposite direction.
“Aren’t you hot?” Jack demanded, fanning himself. “You can’t be unaffected!”
“By what?” Ianto leaned casually against the fence, raising an eyebrow as he studied his lover. “The powder?”
“It’s not powder, it’s pollen!”
“Really? Well, I don’t think we need to worry about it affecting the local flowers. Cross-pollination is difficult to achieve; Owen’s been trying to do something along those lines with that alien corn, to produce a weather-resistant hybrid, but no luck so far… Jack, put your pants back on! This is neither the time nor the place to embrace a nudist lifestyle; we’re in some farmer’s field!”
“But the sex pollen…”
Re: Fill: Country Style [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: PG-13] - Part 2
Date: 2023-09-09 01:51 pm (UTC)“YES! Why aren’t you being driven out of your mind with lust?”
“Maybe I have more self-control that you do, or maybe it just doesn’t work on twenty-first century physiology.”
“But… but… it has to! I want you! I NEED you! Please, Ianto, I’ve got to have you!”
Ianto sighed. “Well, I suppose if you must. I don’t suppose you have any lube with you?”
“Coat pocket,” Jack gasped. “Hurry!”
The next several hours passed in an admittedly most enjoyable blur, although it was fortunate no one was out walking their dogs, or tending their flocks, or just enjoying a hike in the verdant Welsh countryside. Thankfully, even an audience of some thirty or forty sheep failed to put the two men off their stride, and by the time the effects of the pollen wore off enough that they could think straight, both of them were thoroughly ravaged, and the small bottle of lube was almost empty.
Leaving Jack sprawled naked on the grass beneath a tree, Ianto gathered his clothes and dressed, with his usual efficiency.
A few moments later, eyes still glazed, Jack staggered to his feet and tottered over to his own clothes, picking them up off the ground and shaking them to get rid of any insects since, unlike Ianto, who’d hung his awn attire neatly on the fence, he’d tossed everything aside as he’d stripped. One sock appeared to have vanished completely, and a sheep was munching on Jack’s cotton boxers. He decided against trying to get them back; he didn’t have the energy left to fight for them.
“I still don’t understand why you weren’t affected,” he said, struggling to pull his boot onto his bare foot.
“Who says I wasn’t?” Ianto smirked at his lover. “Like I said earlier, I just have more self-control than you do.”
Gathering up the broken remains of the bottle, and collecting Jack’s coat from the fence, Ianto set off towards the gate, leaving Jack to hop and hobble after him, one boot still only half on. He smiled to himself; Jack really should know by now not to underestimate him.
The End
Re: Fill: Country Style [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: PG-13] - Part 2
Date: 2023-09-09 05:16 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Country Style [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: PG-13] - Part 2
Date: 2023-09-09 06:19 pm (UTC)I couldn't resist having him be all in control while Jack was coming unglued.
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Date: 2023-03-04 09:25 pm (UTC)Scream (1996)/Hannibal (TV), Billy Loomis/Stu Macher & Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, it's always fun to have colleagues for dinner
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Date: 2023-03-05 12:03 am (UTC)Scream (1996), Billy Loomis/Stu Macher, hey, let's kill some people
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