10th Christmas
"Shhhh" Ianto hissed again as he stumbled around the bedroom pulling the presents out from their hiding places and struggling to put them in the sack.
"Maybe I need to do it this year" Jack slurred, watching his drunken husband stumble again.
"Fug it."
"Babe? Bets made some 'Noggie that was a bit too strong" Jack tried again, "Give me a sec to get changed."
"Nah, I got it" Ianto giggled and to Jack's immense delight Ianto opened the closet and pulled out a new outfit.
"Babe?"
"Shhhh, fuggin gettin' it done!" Ianto slurred as he fiddled with the cuffs, then grinned as he leaned over to ferret about for shoes to match.
Jack leaned forward as the jacket rode up and revealed the shapely arse and little bright red G-string.
Ho ho ho.
Merry Christmas.
"Nice jingle bells" Jack snorted.
Ianto grunted as he splayed his legs to go lower and the string disappeared into the Promised Land.
Jack's mouth went dry and all the blood left his brain so fast it's a wonder he remembered to breathe.
"Ah, fuggin tings, get 'ere" Ianto lost his balance and hit the side of the closet as he fell, then giggled hysterically as he climbed out and stood, running his hands down the red furry jacket and purring softly, "Fuzzy"
"Oh god" Jack whimpered as he palmed himself, watching the wild Welsh beastie now approaching the bed.
"Me hat!" Ianto reached out and snagged the green toggle hat from the edge of the mirror and he stopped to adjust it, then look at himself with confusion.
"Jack?"
"Yeah baby."
"What 'm I wearin?" Ianto frowned as he blinked.
"Er…Angel? Can that be Angel?" Jack offered and Ianto seemed to consider, then nodded.
"Yeah, we'll call her Angel the Christmas Fairy" Ianto giggled with glee as he snuck from the bedroom and Jack had to watch as Ianto loudly fumbled down the hallway to the tree where he dumped the bag upside down and rained gifts all over the carpet, then tripped over one turning to come back to Jack.
"Fug"
"Come on Angel, I have been a very bad boy and I need some Fairy Lust" Jack hissed, making his lovely husband giggle as they shot back into the bedroom, the hat flopping into the hallway where little hands scooped it up, followed by a four inch black stiletto by the squashed gift.
"Wow" Babbit whispered softly as little eyes drank in the proof that Santa was a girly boy, just like Babsy.
With undisguised delight Babbit ran back to bed, safe in the knowledge that Christmas answered all sorts of wishes.
Jack meanwhile was straddling his husband as he wrestled with the outfit and a soft thump announced the departure of the other stiletto as Ianto giggled some more and fluttered his lashes. The huge red lips pouting for a kiss had Jack abandoning the effort to leaning and kiss his delicate love, rubbing their crotches together as the skirts of the jacket/dress rubbed against his stomach.
"Gonna fuck you in that" Jack panted, "Gonna fuck you hard Missus Claus."
Ianto moaned with lust as fingers were slid in and it was then that a small voice told him he had forgotten the trousers.
Fug.
Oh well, Jack liked it.
Oh….wow….Jack loved ….
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh