Jacket (289 words)
jack•et [jak-it]
- noun
a protective outer covering.
Ianto definitely did not have a jacket kink, no matter what rumours Jack was spreading round Torchwood. It wasn't as if he found any man or woman dressed in a coat attractive. He just… liked Jack's. It was what made him Captain Jack Harkness, it was as much a part of him as his libido. So no, he did not have a jacket kink.
He woke up early one morning, wrapped in the RAF overcoat. He didn't know how it had got there, but figured it had something to do with Jack. He felt the soft fabric beneath his fingers, and clenched it in his fists like a baby finding purchase on the comforting material of its mother's dress. He inhaled deeply, burying his nose in the fabric, determined to commit the scent of Jack to his memory but never succeeding.
'Everything okay?' came a soft whisper in his ear by a familiar American accent before a kiss was placed gently on the exposed skin of his neck. He blinked, not sure what to do.
'I'm fine,' he whispered slowly.
'You just seem to be gripping onto that pretty tight. Not having nightmares again, are you?' asked Jack worriedly.
'No, Jack, everything's fine,' he assured. The nightmares had stopped in their majority ever since he started sleeping – actually sleeping – with Jack.
'You'll wake me up if something happens, right?'
'Of course, Jack. Always.'
'Good.' Another kiss was placed on his neck before Jack's warm weight was removed from him. He shifted, trying to burrow closer to Jack, embed himself in the other man so they wouldn't have to be separated. Jack wrapped a protective arm around him and it wasn't long before he fell back into a dreamless sleep.