Disclaimer: nothing's mine. No money. Just fiction.
Pairing: Janto.
Warnings: Crack. English isn't my first language. Even more crack. Kissing involved :P
I borrowed the belt buckle from Booth (Bones). I hope he won't mind (:
Not so cocky anymore…
Today something was different about Captain Jack Harkness, leader of Torchwood.
Something essential.
Ianto realized it the second he entered the Hub and saw himself confronted with his boss and lover. Jack just stood there the way he always did. Arms crossed, with his legs apart… and that smuggy grin, like the term confident was especially made up for him.
He just couldn't point the finger on it. Which wasn't surprising at 6 o'clock in the morning.
„Good morning", Ianto said.
„Good morning yourself, Ianto", Jack replied with a wink.
„Oh, look at you. Look up narcissistic in an encyclopedia and you'd find a photo of yourself, standing there like this", he snapped – and regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth.
Ianto walked over to the coffee machine and turned it on. His eyes narrowed when Jack approached from the right, still grinning.
„Did you notice something on me, Grumpy?", he whispered and placed a kiss below Ianto's ear, which made the former receptionist almost sigh with a hint of anticipation.
„I… I am not grumpy, Jack. I didn't sleep well."
Ianto grabbed the mug filled with coffee and turned around to face Jack.
„Any particular reason for that?"
For the blink of an eye it looked like Jack was worried. But Captain Jack Harkness never worried.
Ianto shook his head. „I can't imagine of one. Despite the fact we have to save the world every now and then and your only concern is shagging my brain out."
„You are grumpy, Ianto. So, you didn't answer my question. Did you notice something on me?"
There it was again. Ianto knew something was different… Not wrong, just… different. Missing. He looked at his lover, closely.
Then he saw it. Jack's braces were gone.
It was a sight that made Ianto raise an eyebrow. Jack never let go of his braces. They were usually like a part of his (gorgeous, rawrr!) body. So why should he— then Ianto's eyes caught the belt. A black leather one with a buckle, a buckle you couldn't ignore. It was big, red, shiny and showed a cockatoo. Above the bird it said COCKY… Ianto's eyebrow rose even more. He put the mug on the table, still looking at Jack.
"And what…", Ianto said in his as-plain-as-possible voice, "is this?"
"This, Mr. Jones", laughed Jack, pointing at the buckle, "is an invitation!"
There was a second of completely silence it the Hub, just the buzzing of the rift manipulator was audible. And then Ianto burst into laughter and all his grumpiness and sleeplessness were forgotten.
"Are you serious?", the Welshman snorted.
Jack crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his hips more towards Ianto.
"Like my life depends on it."
"You're immortal, Jack."
Ianto wiped away a tear from his cheek and tried to get his serious attitude back, but he had to admit it didn't work out well…
Instead Jack come closer and kissed him. Ianto had the feeling each millimetre of his body would melt away. He moaned softly and the silliness of the last minutes vanished.
"I rather be the rest of my life with you than immortal", Jack hummed.
"Stop babbling", Ianto snapped and ran his fingers through Jack's hair, horny and breathless. He wanted to tell Jack he loved him, but he still could tell him later…
There were Jack's hands everywhere and Ianto's followed a path to Jack's pants, he opened the buckle (he smiled about the word on it) and pulled out the belt. It fell to the floor, making a clonking sound.
"Then", Ianto smiled on Jack's half opened and moistly lips, "invitation accepted."
Dedicated to my lovely wife.
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