Hey, I'm back! Just trying to get back in the swing of writing before I touch my big fics again (going on holiday is awful for avoiding writers block) so here is a teensy Miracle Day fic because I loved episode 3 so much. Please read and review. :) x
SPOILERS: Minor spoilers for Miracle Day, with CoE references mixed in.
DISCLAIMER: I think it is pretty obvious by now what sort of Torchwood we would have if I owned it. Although, for those who listened in for the House of The Dead radio play; major fangirl squee or what? It was beautiful, amazing, and now also happens to be hanging around on YouTube. :D x
He said that he liked the coat.
Ianto loved the coat. Hell, Ianto had bought Jack a new coat to replace the bombed one because apparently Jack wasn't the same in tracksuit bottoms. Neither of them could stand the change. It was a mutual coat fetish.
But now Ianto was long gone, and Jack was grinding himself against a stranger from the gay bar that he had entered barely an hour ago. All upon the basis of being passably sexy and a few purely coincidental comments about that coat. It had to be coincidental yet Jack, so vulnerable and wary of human needs at present, was more turned on than a dog on heat.
Rex had hit a nerve earlier. Several nerves, actually; most of which led to Jack's heart and caused it to skip a couple of beats. That was what Jack had been thinking about when he had accepted this guy's offer. All of it was a mirage of lost opportunities and mixed memories. Something was probably going to happen even before that guy – whatshisface, Brad – had opened his mouth. Those words had made things a certainty.
Brad had asked if Jack was the boss. Damn straight Jack was. After that, the kid sank to his knees and got on with things, if not a little messily. This was their show; all intimacy and no love for the guy currently pressed against him. It was just a mortal one night stand, two thousand years overdue. The only thing it could do was to quieten Jack's emotions for a while. Sex with the young man would subdue coat thoughts, Ianto thoughts, dead friend thoughts, fearful thoughts; mortal thoughts. It was the difference between passion and love.
If he was not allowed to forget, maybe Jack could pretend just once more.
Anyone fancy giving me their thoughts? That sort of thing is always much appreciated. :) MC. x