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Title: Mud and A Weevil, One-Shot
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warning: R. Slash/Smut/Sexual Content
Summary: Fancy dinners aren’t Jack’s thing. Weevil hunts are…but Ianto really doesn’t mind.
Word Count: 758
Author's Notes: Written for my lover100 table, prompt Romance .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jack or Ianto, no matter how many times I’ve tried to purchase them.
Ianto grunted painfully as he fell with a jarring thud to the ground. Of course he’d land in the mud…the only muddy part of the whole bloody park. Jack didn’t have enough time to apologize to him for throwing him to the side before the weevil they’d been pursuing sprung up and caught a hold of his leg, sweeping his feet out from under him.
He didn’t even try to curse. He landed right on top of Ianto and was unable to move his arm before his elbow jabbed him right in the stomach. Ianto groaned weakly and was unable to stop the weevil from dragging Jack off of him, ready to make him his latest snack.
It was growling fiercely, his teeth inches from Jack’s neck. Jack was holding his own but the weevil was twice as big as him and he was losing hold of the thing’s bulging neck.
“Ianto…” he forced out.
Ianto had all ready rolled over to search for his dropped tranquilizer gun and when his hand connected with it, he yelled out with a triumphant laugh. “Ah ha! Found it!”
“Good for you. Now a little help here,” Jack said, his voice strained by the massive body and the incredibly foul breath.
“Right,” Ianto said, scrambling to his feet.
It took three tranqs to finally bring it down. Jack grunted as the unconscious creature’s dead weight suddenly settled on top of him. Ianto hobbled over and gripped the weevil’s arm. He pulled until the weevil was sprawled out beside Jack. The thing was all ready snoring that weird whistling snore of weevils.
Ianto pointedly ignored Jack’s hand as he swiped unsuccessfully at the mud on his jacket. He threw a glare Jack’s way and Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “What? You would have gotten clobbered if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“I’m running out of excuses for my drycleaner. He all ready thinks I’m a little off.”
“You are a little off and besides, at least it’s not blood.” Ianto ignored the comment and Jack swallowed a snort. “Admit it, this was a lot more fun then that stuffy restaurant.”
He huffed at Jack and gave him his back. Jack let a chuckle loose. “Come on, help me up.”
Ianto took Jack’s outstretched hand and squealed – a very manly squeal mind you – as he went tumbling on top of him. Jack anchored an arm around Ianto’s waist to keep him from moving.
“You scream like a girl,” Jack teased, laughing.
“I do not.”
“Yup, you do.”
“No, I-”
Jack cut off Ianto’s retort with a kiss. Ianto’s obligatory resistance made Jack’s lips curve and he slid his tongue along the button of his lip, teasing. He funneled his hands through Ianto’s hair and rested his hand on the side of his neck to bring him closer.
“Admit it,” Jack murmured against his lips. “You’d rather be here then some boring restaurant with boring music and boring people.”
Ianto held out a few more moments – you shouldn’t let the captain win too easily – before Jack’s hand traveled to the small of his back and pressed him against his hardening cock. Ianto responded with bruising force, opening his lips and sucking Jack’s tongue in his mouth.
Groaning into his mouth, Jack kept Ianto pressed against him and wrapped his other arm around Ianto’s shoulders. He leisurely turned and brought Ianto beneath him. With a nudge of his knee, he made room for himself between Ianto’s legs.
The intimate position had hot flames of desire burn through Ianto’s blood. It also made him remember where they were…
He pulled himself away, only for Jack to trail wet, openmouthed kisses down to his neck. “Jack…” he panted out. “We’re in the … middle of a …public park.”
“I know.” Jack’s voice was muffled against his skin and Ianto shivered.
“Public…as in other people,” he pointed out.
Jack pulled away and looked down at him but he didn’t stray from where he was between Ianto’s legs, rubbing his full cock against Ianto’s. “It’s got to be two in the morning, one at the latest. We’ve been chasing that damn weevil most of the night. No ones here.”
“Weevil!” Ianto frantically searched and sighed in relief when he found the weevil still unconscious. “I am not having sex with you next to a weevil.”
“You’re no fun,” Jack complained.
That got the response Jack wanted. Ianto grabbed the lapels of Jack’s coat and pulled him down so he could kiss him. “Make it fast…”
~FIN
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warning: R. Slash/Smut/Sexual Content
Summary: Fancy dinners aren’t Jack’s thing. Weevil hunts are…but Ianto really doesn’t mind.
Word Count: 758
Author's Notes: Written for my lover100 table, prompt Romance .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jack or Ianto, no matter how many times I’ve tried to purchase them.
Ianto grunted painfully as he fell with a jarring thud to the ground. Of course he’d land in the mud…the only muddy part of the whole bloody park. Jack didn’t have enough time to apologize to him for throwing him to the side before the weevil they’d been pursuing sprung up and caught a hold of his leg, sweeping his feet out from under him.
He didn’t even try to curse. He landed right on top of Ianto and was unable to move his arm before his elbow jabbed him right in the stomach. Ianto groaned weakly and was unable to stop the weevil from dragging Jack off of him, ready to make him his latest snack.
It was growling fiercely, his teeth inches from Jack’s neck. Jack was holding his own but the weevil was twice as big as him and he was losing hold of the thing’s bulging neck.
“Ianto…” he forced out.
Ianto had all ready rolled over to search for his dropped tranquilizer gun and when his hand connected with it, he yelled out with a triumphant laugh. “Ah ha! Found it!”
“Good for you. Now a little help here,” Jack said, his voice strained by the massive body and the incredibly foul breath.
“Right,” Ianto said, scrambling to his feet.
It took three tranqs to finally bring it down. Jack grunted as the unconscious creature’s dead weight suddenly settled on top of him. Ianto hobbled over and gripped the weevil’s arm. He pulled until the weevil was sprawled out beside Jack. The thing was all ready snoring that weird whistling snore of weevils.
Ianto pointedly ignored Jack’s hand as he swiped unsuccessfully at the mud on his jacket. He threw a glare Jack’s way and Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “What? You would have gotten clobbered if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“I’m running out of excuses for my drycleaner. He all ready thinks I’m a little off.”
“You are a little off and besides, at least it’s not blood.” Ianto ignored the comment and Jack swallowed a snort. “Admit it, this was a lot more fun then that stuffy restaurant.”
He huffed at Jack and gave him his back. Jack let a chuckle loose. “Come on, help me up.”
Ianto took Jack’s outstretched hand and squealed – a very manly squeal mind you – as he went tumbling on top of him. Jack anchored an arm around Ianto’s waist to keep him from moving.
“You scream like a girl,” Jack teased, laughing.
“I do not.”
“Yup, you do.”
“No, I-”
Jack cut off Ianto’s retort with a kiss. Ianto’s obligatory resistance made Jack’s lips curve and he slid his tongue along the button of his lip, teasing. He funneled his hands through Ianto’s hair and rested his hand on the side of his neck to bring him closer.
“Admit it,” Jack murmured against his lips. “You’d rather be here then some boring restaurant with boring music and boring people.”
Ianto held out a few more moments – you shouldn’t let the captain win too easily – before Jack’s hand traveled to the small of his back and pressed him against his hardening cock. Ianto responded with bruising force, opening his lips and sucking Jack’s tongue in his mouth.
Groaning into his mouth, Jack kept Ianto pressed against him and wrapped his other arm around Ianto’s shoulders. He leisurely turned and brought Ianto beneath him. With a nudge of his knee, he made room for himself between Ianto’s legs.
The intimate position had hot flames of desire burn through Ianto’s blood. It also made him remember where they were…
He pulled himself away, only for Jack to trail wet, openmouthed kisses down to his neck. “Jack…” he panted out. “We’re in the … middle of a …public park.”
“I know.” Jack’s voice was muffled against his skin and Ianto shivered.
“Public…as in other people,” he pointed out.
Jack pulled away and looked down at him but he didn’t stray from where he was between Ianto’s legs, rubbing his full cock against Ianto’s. “It’s got to be two in the morning, one at the latest. We’ve been chasing that damn weevil most of the night. No ones here.”
“Weevil!” Ianto frantically searched and sighed in relief when he found the weevil still unconscious. “I am not having sex with you next to a weevil.”
“You’re no fun,” Jack complained.
That got the response Jack wanted. Ianto grabbed the lapels of Jack’s coat and pulled him down so he could kiss him. “Make it fast…”
~FIN
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