Disclaimer- I do not have the pleasure of owning Torchwood. If I did, there would be less aliens and more beautiful Welsh vowels. As you can tell by the aliens, the BBC has the honour of owning the show.
Spoilers- All seasons, including CoE
Rating- T
Synopsis- A series of random short drabbles centred on our favourite Teaboy and his Captain
General Notes- Inspired by lots of different things. These drabbles are one-shots, completely unrelated.
Chapter Notes- A little 'what if?' moment from THAT scene in Fragments. You know the one I mean…
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Stay
"I should go." He moves, reluctantly, about a foot. Strong hands tighten around his biceps, holding him in place.
"You still want that job?"
The question surprises him, but the answer is yes. He wants the job. He needs the job. In fact, he'll do whatever it takes to get the job, and he knows Jack knows it too. Does he hate the other man for the fact that he will so obviously take advantage? He doesn't know. He should, but those fifty-first century pheromones are so intoxicating. He nods, slowly.
"Yes."
The man lying under him smiles, raises an eyebrow.
"Then you should stay."
Ianto doesn't protest as Jack draws him back down and seals their lips together in a searing kiss. It's better than he ever imagined, and he loses almost all sense of why he is here as he kisses back passionately. Almost. As they pull apart for air, the Welshman recalls what brought them to that particular location. Jack leans in again, and Ianto pulls away.
"What about the pterodactyl… Sir?"