Title: There is definitively no place like home.
Prompt: Making love
Fandom/Characters: Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Medium: fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Who would have guessed it would be such hard work to drag Jack Harkness in ones bed?
Word count: 525 more or less.
Note: Written for Schmoop Bingo
Beta: Jooles34
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The first time, it was on Jack's desk. Not very romantic would you say? It wasn't supposed to be about romance, or at least not about this one. It was his first day, or more precisely the first late evening. The rest of the team had left the Hub. It was just the two of them left. The new employee and the boss.
Don't make assumption; it wasn't a boss taking advantage.
Ianto was the one who made the first move. Just the first one. Jack was an amazing partner and Ianto had only to follow the pace. He had thought it would be a change; a new experience. It could be interesting and that sort of thing.
It had been unexpectedly good. Good and fun.
Since that first day and, with the exception of two brief interruptions – the first after Jack had found out what Ianto was hiding in the basement, the second when Jack ran away after his Doctor – they had had sex on all surfaces in and out of the Hub, appropriate or not.
They considered the archives were their personal mating place, but they had tried the autopsy bay once or twice until Owen found out and threatened them with putting the footage he had confiscated on the internet. Not that it was much of a threat to Jack, but Ianto convinced him to try some new territory.
The SUV was one of their favourites too. That car should have turned red from what had been going on its back seats and even sometime on the front ones. They even did it once or twice on the bonnet.
They had tried almost every public elevator in the city. It was fun and not really risky as Jack could overrun them with his manipulator. The only consequence was a strange case of lift outage plague. Until Tosh worked out that wherever elevators were breaking down, Jack and Ianto were always nearby.
They used to like the welcoming hothouse full of aroma and funny leaves to play with. It was always warm and moist, just as a hothouse should or a human. Of course what was bound to happen happened; Gwen showed up and caught them in the act. At least she didn't try any menace of any kind. But it was Sunday and it was Jack's place after all. She was the one intruding.
None-the-less the hothouse seemed less attractive, after that.
Eventually, Ianto managed to convince Jack to try a new and completely exotic place, at least to Jack. A bed. Ianto's bed to be precise. Jack's one couldn't really be defined as a bed and definitively not used as such. They had tried. Just once, though. Ianto had been the one threatening Jack on that one.
"It's wide, cosy and firm. Dressed with the finest linen, and there is even a shower nearby." Ianto had teased him.
"Are you sure you really want my messy-me in your shinny little place, Ianto Jones?" Jack had said.
"I do." Ianto answered.
The next day Jack was moving in.
Jack did like the bed. Of course they tried the kitchen table, the shower and even two of the doors, but in the end the Captain had to admit that a bed was an amazingly cosy place to make love.