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TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[echoing-dream.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

The bed was empty when Ianto awoke, the lamp by Jack's bed shaded but lit, the contents of Jack's pockets scattered across the surface of the bedside table in disarray. Twisting to find his own watch, Ianto squinted at the face, frowning at the early hour and the lack of angry sirens from the half-open hatch above. A part of him wanted to settle back to sleep, head pressing deeper back into the pillows, but the comfortable nest he had made for himself had been disturbed, so he slid from the bed with a soft sigh, pulling a T-shirt over his head as he made his way slowly up the ladder into Jack's office.

Jack himself was pressed against the glass in his office, gazing down at the darkened Hub below. He was swathed in his greatcoat against the chill of the air-conditioning, the folds hanging loose like the wings of some great bat. Ianto moved slowly, letting his footsteps be heard and catching Jack's reflected eye in the glass as he pressed against the Captain's back. Jack barely acknowledged him, but after a moment or two, Ianto could feel more of Jack's weight leaning against him.

Letting his gaze drift over the floor below, Ianto allowed his hands to trail down Jack's chest, slipping beneath the folds of the coat to trace spirals over Jack's cold skin. The coat was all that Jack wore, and Ianto pressed closer, palms fitting comfortably over Jack's hip-bones, pulling the older man closer against him for a moment and pressing a lingering kiss just behind Jack's ear. Jack leaned closer, pressing his hips into Ianto's hands as though the touch gave him comfort.

"I'll go make us some coffee," Ianto murmured, nuzzling between Jack's neck and collar and savoring the scent for a moment, before carefully disentangling himself and wandering off to the kitchen.

(It went dark. My Jack always gets dark. Sorry!)

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[galor5.livejournal.com]

ohhhh I loved this. Dark or not, it was a great read and something I could very much picture in my mind.

Great job and thank you! :))

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[echoing-dream.livejournal.com]

Thank you, it was interesting to write. ♥

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

I like dark. *g* And this was most excellent.

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[echoing-dream.livejournal.com]

Thank you honey. Jack just makes himself dark for no reason; some day I'll have to ask him why... ♥

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Well, he can't die. And bad things keep happening to him. And this show is obsessed with death. I think it's a wonder he's not darker, if you follow. *g*

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[temporal-witch.livejournal.com]

Nice, honey! A great capture of a moment in time. You rock! Just like... (see icon)

Re: TW, Jack/Ianto - Coffee

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

I usually don't like fics that don't have a real story to them, but I like this because it's just so human. I can definitely see Jack doing this, and I can see Ianto being used to it and giving him time, just letting him know he was there. Very nice ficlet.