A/N: Woah, Torchwood ficlet. .. They're really behind on the episodes here though, as of 27/10/08 (The day I wrote this on), I've only seen the first three episodes of season two. :/ Am excited though, can't wait for more Jack/Ianto goodness. And since there's a whole damn week until the next episode, I decided to write a sweet, timeless, slightly(-cough-) smutty little ficlet for the two of them. Oh and hey! First ever fic I've written not based on a book. Unless you count that shitty Dr. Who fic I deleted like three days after posting. Ew. Yeahh that was a mistake. Starting small this time, hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Slash, pretty smutty. And also kinda cute.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Ianto, or Torchwood. I just love them to pieces. And then love the pieces.
As A Rock
Ianto's always so uptight.
Nothing ever phases him. Always there being stoic as ever, making sarcastic remarks and the occasional adorable one (Risen Mitten? Just too cute.) no matter what the situation. Lisa was the one exception, but that's over now.
Jack loves this. Having someone who's always there being brilliantly the same is unbelievably reassuring when you're in this line of work. It's just what Jack needs.
But what Jack really loves, what makes him smile every time, fills him with an intense rush of satisfaction, is his ability to make Ianto let go.
Ianto is always the same, except when he's with Jack. When he's with Jack the walls all come down. Ianto stops being unphasable and solid, and softens. He will look at Jack with real affection in his eyes, will smile and relax, will say things that are genuine, without hiding behind sarcastic retorts. (Sometimes.) He will curl up against Jack lazily, head on Jack's shoulder like it was always meant to be there, and then close his eyes and just smile. And when they fuck - no. That's not right. Jack can't think of the right word for what they do, but when they do it, god. Ianto lets go completely. When Jack's on top of him he opens up totally. He will gasp and writhe in all the right ways, and make the most gorgeous deep, harsh moans right at the back of his throat. He isn't trying to be strong and stoic for anyone else anymore, he just lets go and enjoys himself, for himself. Sometimes Jack is enthralled just by watching him while they... Shag? Screw? Make love? None of these words are right. But whatever it is that they do, Jack is hypnotised by Ianto. The things he does, the ways he moves, the sounds he makes. Jack can't get enough of Ianto, and he wants it to stay this way forever.