Title: Office Work
Characters: Ianto/Jack. Mentions other Torchwood characters.
Rating: PG-13 (sexual themes)
Warning(s): Slashiness
Spoiler(s): None
Set: Somewhere after "Cyberwoman," but that doesn't really matter.
Summary: There's not much work getting done at Torchwood today.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine. BBC's and all that jazz.
Other: Thought I'd do something different so this contains numerous changes of POV. Just a heads up. Oh and thanks to HuntingPeace for reviewing/helping out. I luv you. ;)
POV-Ianto
As Ianto Jones' fingers flitted across the keyboard, rapping away a command for the computer to retrieve the latest weather patterns, he wondered exactly what he was doing. His thoughts rested not on the useless task in front of him, but rather on someone else. A someone who was perched behind his desk, gingerly lapping up the coffee Ianto himself had brewed not ten minutes ago. He was all Ianto had been able to look at for the past hour and a half. They had been swift, clandestine looks, but were growing ever more frequent. The subject of his unwilling attention now took a swig of the brew, and tilted his head back, his mouth falling open, and although Ianto was not within hearing distance he could imagine the moan of pleasure that surely escaped his bosses' lips. He shivered slightly at the provocative notion, and in doing so jarred a key on the keyboard, causing the computer to let out a sharp beep of disapproval. This drew the attention of Owen who was slumped at his desk, crafting a precarious looking structure out of various office supplies.
"Messing with the computer again, are we?" He asked sharply as he inspected a paperclip.
"Of course not. Just a slip." Ianto replied evenly, taking one last glance at his excuse for work and signed off. However, Owen had already shifted his attention to Gwen who was nestled behind her own work station. A slight cough from her admirer was all she needed to dislodge her already wandering attention. She smiled sweetly, and gave her head a toss, letting her black hair fall around her face in a most seductive way.
After bitterly giving one last hopeful glance at the preoccupied Jack ,Ianto stalked out of the Hub and up the stairs into the office above, hoping a bit selfishly that his uncharacteristically heavy footsteps would in some way convey his discontent to his fellow co-workers.
After a few minutes of blindly shuffling papers Ianto's ears caught the faint noise of someone ascending the staircase. He straightened his back and composed his features back into his standard stoic mask. The sound of footfalls was slight, indicating a person of small size. Most likely Gwen—or Owen for that matter. Anticipating an order for some sort of greasy take-out Ianto made his way in back of the desk and stationed himself behind the telephone. He watched the stairwell entrance passively. The sounds continued slowly, but taking much longer than need be. What could they be doing? He shifted irritably, and contemplated calling out when Jack came into view, his back slightly hunched. As soon as he saw that the Welsh man was observing his peculiar entrance he straightened up like a soldier called to attention and ran a hand down one of his suspenders guiltily.
"Sir?" Ianto ventured. Jack cocked his head up innocently, his face straining to erase all signs of tomfoolery. "Were you trying to sneak up on me?" Empty harassment would not be the thing to brighten his day, he thought sulkily.
"No. No, of course not." The Captain replied, minutely flustered. Ianto raised an eyebrow, wondering how his boss could let such an easy innuendo slip by.
"I want those files on that UFO we apprehended last week." He barked, his mouth frowning but his steel blue eyes quickly regaining the mischief they so often held.
"Anything else, sir?" Ianto said, deliberately stepping into the verbal trap.
"Don't offer if you don't plan on putting out." Jack reprimanded playfully, wagging a finger at the man. Ianto's gaze lingered a beat too long on Jack's long, slender digit and he quickly spun around to hide his blushing face.
POV-Jack
"Who says I won't?" Ianto muttered under his breath as he turned, so softly that if Jack hadn't been paying full attention he would have missed it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and amusement, and moved to stand behind the desk beside Ianto who continued to shuffle about as if nothing had changed. Under the guise of reaching for a particularly remote piece of paper on the other end of the desk Jack brushed his arm against Ianto's. He could feel a slight tingle, but other than that there was no change in the man.
Leaning forward as if to inspect his find, Jack began to tap his fingers against the desk in an agonizingly long rhythm, starting with his pinkie and ending at his forefinger. This time he was rewarded with a barely audible "gulp." Keeping the momentum up he then began to inch toward his target, moving stealthily so their hips were finally just barely touching. He smiled as he felt a minute tremble in the body next to him. God, why wouldn't he just make good on his remark?
POV-Ianto
First there was the tapping with his long, dexterous fingers. That had been enough to drive Ianto mad. Then the touching. Each time a section of their skin met, even if Ianto's was covered in cloth, a zap of energy conducted from his boss to him. It was all he could do to concentrate on finding that bloody file. His throat had already gone dry; next his hands would start shaking. He had to pull himself together.
"I believe what you want is over here, Sir." He lied as he reluctantly broke contact and escaped over to the other side of the office. Here he could breathe a little better.
POV-Jack
He thought he could get away that easily! Jack glared at Ianto from over the desk. He sighed heavily, and, having secured the other's attention, ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling up the top so it fell more in his face. He then leaned down and put both his elbows on the desk, cradling his head in his hands. "Yeah, now it is." He said as seductively as he could.
POV-Ianto
"I've found—" Ianto started, his voice a couple of octaves higher than normal. He gently shook his head and coughed. "I've found your file, sir." He crossed back over to the other side of the desk as reluctantly as if he were going behind enemy lines. Handing the file off he turned his attention to the far corner of the room, intent on not meeting Jack's gaze. His searching eyes finally came to rest on the plant Gwen had insisted upon putting in the office to add a "human touch" to the place. The plant looked like it hadn't been touched in over a week, and was drooping with dehydration. Ianto grabbed a stray bottle of water from the table and began to water the dying plant.
"It'll need more than that to get it back up." Jack commented from the desk, his voice betraying a deeper meaning that made Ianto turn bright red.
"Well, it will have to do for now." He countered. "Is this all?" He inquired.
"Yeah I think it will be for—" Jack started as he walked towards Ianto, but as he did so a stray piece of paper slid out of the file and landed at his feet. Ianto automatically bent down to retrieve it and as he did so could distinctly feel Jack's lecherous gaze on his backside. As he grabbed the paper from Jack's shoe he straightened up, only to be yanked back down again, this time at the level of Jack's crotch.
POV-Jack
Things were going better than he ever could have planned it. His trick with the paper worked wonderfully, and now Ianto had managed to get his tie clip caught on Jack's suspenders. The poor man was now attempting to undo the tangle without looking at Jack's crotch.
"You know, things would go quicker if you just watched what you're doing." He offered.
"N-n-no, sir, I've almost got it." Ianto murmured, humiliated. Yet his mortification grew as his hand accidentally brushed Jack's pants, and he got a feel for what he was dealing with. In the next five seconds Ianto was on his feet, smoothing his tie down, and briskly walking back to the hub.
"Ianto wait!"
A/N: Just started watching Torchwood and thus this is my first fanfic for the show, so please do review! Feel free to give me some suggestions as to what you want to see in the future. I don't want this to be a regular "Ianto smashed his mouth into Jack's waiting lips" type thing. Better to keep the tension up as long as I can. So yes. Thanks!