Disclaimer: Torchwood isn't mine. Though it is on my wish list if you're offering!
Author's Note: Ever wonder if Jack takes his Vortex Manipulator off? Just something that randomly occurred to me while I was doing my homework. And after that, my fingers refused to type up the essay that was due the next week and decided to write this instead! This has been sitting on my hard drive, collecting cyber-dust since I wrote. Does it deserve to see the light of day?
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"Take this off." Ianto's fingers brushed over the wrist strap on Jack's left arm.
"It's fine," Jack's reply was muffled. He had been sucking at Ianto's neck, determined to leave a mark.
"C'mon, Jack," Ianto cajoled, his hands doing some pleading of their own further south.
"No, I'm not taking it off," Jack protested stubbornly.
"Will the world end if Jack Harkness takes off his wrist strap?" Ianto tried to inject as much sarcasm into his voice as possible, but it was rather difficult with Jack's teeth nibbling at his earlobe and his hands doing amazing things to Ianto's body.
Jack chuckled. "No, I like to keep it close, just in case."
"Just in case of what?" Ianto asked, then gasped loudly as Jack did his best to distract the Welshman.
"You never know what's gonna happen." Jack shrugged and returned his attention to the writhing body beneath him.
Ianto snorted, not satisfied with the answer. "Please, Jack!"
"Please what?" There followed one of the dirtiest chuckles Ianto had ever heard, even from Jack.
"Just take it off!" Ianto chose his words carefully, he knew how Jack could take the most innocent of phrases and turn them into something... else.
"Nuh-uh," Jack shook his head, "Call it foolish sentimentality, but it's not going anywhere."
Ianto gave a disgusted scoff and pushed Jack off him. He sat up, ignoring the protests now coming from the floor, and crossed his arms stubbornly. "Jack, you know everything about me. Why can't you just take the damn thing off? For me!"
Jack stood and stared at him. "Why is it so important, Ianto?"
Noticing where Jack's gaze was lingering Ianto crossed his legs resolutely and tried not to pout, "Because for all I know it's some alien video camera, or hologram recorder, or a mobile phone! I don't want it to be around when we're – doing things."
Again Jack chuckled. "Well you're right about the hologram bit. But it doesn't work like that," He hastened to reassure Ianto. "The whole thing is broken, rather useless in fact."
"Then why are you always pressing buttons on it?" Ianto's arms and legs remained tightly crossed, much to Jack's displeasure.
This earned him a frustrated sigh from Jack as he ran his hands through his hair. "Because some of the functions are still useable enough to interface with the primitive technology of this time." Seeing the look on the other man's face Jack back-pedalled quickly, "Not that I think this is primitive! It's just – not as fully developed as when I come from."
"Right." Ianto made to get up and find his clothes, but Jack's hand on his chest stopped him.
"Honestly, Ianto! It doesn't do anything anymore. It just sits there. It never whirs. It never beeps. It does nothing!" The arguments were accented with small caresses of Jack's other hand and Ianto found himself caving in.
Soon, all things were forgotten and the night ended with a happily after ever.