Ice cream
a Torchwood story
by RoadrunnerGER
Disclaimer: Still don't own Torchwood, never will. Just playing around.
Summary: A writing challenge posed by Mattasaurus14. An actual summary would give too much away. Enjoy.
A/N: Thank you for the nice comments. This is my second attempt with the same ten words. Enjoy!
Two
"Take your hands off my ice cream," Ianto snarled.
His words were neither loud nor harsh, but still uttered in a tone that Jack knew by now was Ianto's command tone. It was the tone he used when they played. It was the tone that urged him to obey.
Jack obeyed.
Still he longingly looked at the huge cup filled with at least eight scoops of ice cream. Jack could understand Ianto, though. Their first day off from hunting aliens and weevils in about five weeks was rather hot at nearly 40 °C. The sunshine had tempted Ianto to go out rather than spending the day in bed which was fine with Jack as long as there was the unspoken promise of horizontal activities upon their return. That Ianto did not want to share his treasure now bugged Jack, though.
"This is just for you?" he asked, surprising himself by how hoarse he sounded.
"Yes," Ianto drawled, lifting the plastic spoon up. Even though he pretended to be indifferent he was well aware of Jack's gaze following. With a slightly smacking sound he pulled the spoon out from between his lips. With pleasure he let the vanilla ice cream melt on his tongue before he tucked in again.
Jack watched with growing fascination. A moment ago he had not been sure if Ianto was aware what he was doing, but now he was, watching how Ianto lifted the spoon up again to lick off the ice cream. The sight went straight to Jack's groin.
"That's quite selfish," Jack complained.
"You did nothing to earn a treat."
The way in which Ianto told him that made Jack shiver inwardly. Ianto was really playing. That he assumed the dominant part did not happen often so he took Jack by surprise. The captain did not know what to expect in this situation and his excitement grew.
"What did you expect me to do?" Jack asked with unconcealed astonishment.
"I am disappointed that you have to ask," Ianto said. He sucked on the plastic spoon between his closed lips.
Jack wished the Welshman would do that to a part of his own anatomy and felt his mouth go dry with the idea. Racking his mind did not get him any closer to what he had forgotten to do.
"It's rather something you were not supposed to do," Ianto gave him a hint, spooning some more ice cream into his mouth.
Jack still was clueless. Watching Ianto consume the ice cream in a very provocative way did not improve his concentration. All he could think of right now involved Ianto and him in X-rated situations.
Enjoying his lover's frustration Ianto watched as he ate. Even the ice cream could not quite quench the green-eyed monster that raged inside of him. He knew it was pointless, but he could not help himself. Jack was Jack, but Ianto still could not sit back and accept that, especially when he had to watch.
Taking pity on his captain he grunted, "Your tongue was down her throat."
If anything Jack looked even more befuddled for a moment before he remembered.
"Oh, Ianto, come on! You're angry because of that?"
"Sir," Ianto hissed under his breath.
Still playing! Jack shuddered. I wonder how far he's prepared to take this. Jack was prepared for almost anything and he was ready to tackle this game.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said. "Do I understand right that you're angry because of the trick I pulled to get a dangerous situation under control?"
"No," Ianto told him gravely. "I'm angry because you enjoyed the fact that I had to watch you solving the situation."
Oh!
"I wouldn't have to resort to enjoying moments like this if you'd…"
"Your big talk won't get you anywhere," Ianto interrupted him sternly. "Do you realize your offence?"
"Yes, sir," Jack replied meekly, settling into his submissive role. Not knowing what lay ahead intensified the experience. He hoped, though, that it would entail some good old fashioned action later.
"Good." A smirk cracked Ianto's features. "You may have some ice cream."
The Welshman let it drop from the spoon onto his shoe, not certain if he could really get away with it. He felt a surge of excitement flood him when he saw Jack sprawl beside him on the blanket on the grass and lick at his shoe. Right now he enjoyed being in charge and he would savour it as long as he could.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Jack obediently asked when he was finished cleaning the shoe.
Ianto's grin became downright evil. He could think of numerous things his slave could do for him. On second thought he was not certain if he could trust Jack with the laundry.