Chapter 13
(Lucky 13)
Ianto shuddered against him and ground into his body allowing the heat to wash over them. The grinding was exquisite and Jack couldn't control himself as Ianto registered dimly that both his thighs were feeling soft stoking.
"Ahh." Jack cried as Ianto bit his bottom lip and pushed him back.
"You... you..." Ianto hissed walking back the forth like a caged animal, "You kissed me. And… and … Wow, those, I mean what was that!"
"You noticed." Jack purred.
"This is not Flight Los Angeles." Ianto spat rubbing his hands over his thighs where Jack's um … well. Oh wow!
"People don't kiss here?" Jack cocked his head to one side in mock-surprise.
"Not at an intersection!" Ianto huffed as he shot his cuffs with shame.
A voice called his name and Ianto slowly turned in horror as an elderly couple bore down on him.
"Oh, stop." Francine slapped her husband's arm as he looked up from his PDA and finally noticed a flushed Ianto standing against the bulkhead.
"Oh, hello, sweetheart!" he muttered absently with a wave as he returned his gaze to the small screen in his palm.
"Mom! Dad! Hi." Ianto said with a rush of air.
"Look, it's the cake." His father waved the screen in his face and Ianto got a sort flash of pink and white before his father went back to stabbing at the screen with his finger.
"Yeah, well..." Ianto laughed nervously.
"Everything OK there?" Francine frowned looking between the two naughty looking boys.
"Fine." Ianto squeaked at his mother's frown, "This is my Jack... friend Jack."
Jack threw his head back as a gawff of laughter escaped at Ianto's slip.
"We ran into each other at the intersexual..." Ianto waved desperately about the cross walk, "Um, the Um, omnosection... intersection."
Another peel of laughter shook Jack who was now doubled against the wall helplessly.
"I gotta go." Ianto screamed and he tore off down a corridor not caring where it led as long as it was away from this!
"It's that fella from TV." Ianto's Mom smiled at the handsome young man now straightening up.
"Thank you." Jack smiled as if paid a compliment.
"If you're Howard's buddy, I hope you come to the bonding." Ianto's father muttered as his PDA made an unpleasant whine.
"The bonding." Jack's eyes grew wide, "That's right."
"Sunday morning, 10:30a.m." Ianto's father gave Jack a long stare as Jack rescued the PDA and reset the screen.
"Gotta go prepare myself." Jack said with glee.
"It's formal, you know?" she called after him as he disappeared around the corner.
ooOoo
Ianto locked the door to his room and keyed in the saved pod-cast.
"Welcome to our series..." the booming voice of the announcer said, "on exploring your masculinity."
This is audio Vid number one..."Getting a Grip."
"Are you dressed in suitably masculine attire?"
Ianto looked own at his black ensemble of trousers and tight t-shirt with s nod.
- Are you in control?
"Yes." Ianto breathed.
Are you ready to take charge?
Are you a man?
"Yes!" Ianto snapped before realising he was talking to an empty room.
Stand up.
Ianto stood and smoothed his sweaty palms against his flat stomach.
Stand straight and tall.
Excuse me, are we a little touchy-feely Hir?"
Ianto stopped rubbing his stomach as stood stock still.
Untuck your shirt.
Just one side.
Ianto groaned at the stupid voice.
You hate this, don't you?
"Look at it!" Ianto waved a hand at himself.
You want to be neat. You want to be tidy.
Adjust yourself.
Ianto jumped and reached for cuffs that weren't there
Not there.
The package, sissy man.
Ianto gasped in confusion.
The family jewels.
Grab 'em.
"Mmm." Ianto groaned squeezing his groin.
You're in a barroom.
"OK." Ianto tried to see the scene.
Repeat after me.
"Yo."
"Yo!" Ianto said with ease.
"Hot damn."
"Hot damn!" Ianto smiled at this.
"What a fabulous blue skin treatment."
"What a fabulous..." Ianto started to say.
- That was a trick.
"Oh! Damn!" Ianto yelled slamming his fist into his thigh then letting out a yelp as his wrist flared again.