Rec: Fitting Room by moira_fae11
Feb. 26th, 2008 01:01 amTitle: Fitting Room
Author:
moira_fae11
Genre: Romance/Humor/PWP
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack takes Ianto shopping for shirts, but they both get a little more than they came for …
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, 2500 words
Warnings: NONE. Public sex? :3
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D This fic is soo hot, especially because it's Ianto who does the seducing :D And come on, public sex, anyone?
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Author:
Genre: Romance/Humor/PWP
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack takes Ianto shopping for shirts, but they both get a little more than they came for …
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, 2500 words
Warnings: NONE. Public sex? :3
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D This fic is soo hot, especially because it's Ianto who does the seducing :D And come on, public sex, anyone?
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“Hm.” Jack fingered the slick, soft sleeve of a dark blue suitcoat, one eyebrow cocked thoughtfully. He pushed it against the next along the circular rack and caught the collar of one a few jackets down, this one black and white pinstriped and far too big for Ianto. The pattern was amusing – bold, definitely, and way too much so.
“I’m not wearing that unless it’s fancy dress and I’m some sort of mobster from Chicago or something,” Ianto said primly, stepping up behind him and peering over his shoulder. He had hangers strung on one wrist, a number of his own selections, and none of them coats. “Besides, I thought we were here to look at shirts, not suits.”
“Oh, but I like the whole outfit,” A huge grin broke out on Jack’s face as he looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “And besides, I think I owe you for ruining a couple.”
Ianto sighed, leaning against Jack, his hand reaching out for one or two blazers, paging through them. There was a lovely black that had burgundy shots through it, and a blue pinstripe that was much more subtle than the jacket Jack had been fingering. “I suppose you might. There was that one that got slime all over it from that exploding marsh Martian.”
“Whaddya think of this one?” Jack said, pulling out a rather handsome looking black jacket with a bright blue lining on the inside. “And you know that’s not the kind of ruining I mean.” He dangled the hook from his fingers, turning his head so that Ianto could see the merry twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m not wearing that unless it’s fancy dress and I’m some sort of mobster from Chicago or something,” Ianto said primly, stepping up behind him and peering over his shoulder. He had hangers strung on one wrist, a number of his own selections, and none of them coats. “Besides, I thought we were here to look at shirts, not suits.”
“Oh, but I like the whole outfit,” A huge grin broke out on Jack’s face as he looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “And besides, I think I owe you for ruining a couple.”
Ianto sighed, leaning against Jack, his hand reaching out for one or two blazers, paging through them. There was a lovely black that had burgundy shots through it, and a blue pinstripe that was much more subtle than the jacket Jack had been fingering. “I suppose you might. There was that one that got slime all over it from that exploding marsh Martian.”
“Whaddya think of this one?” Jack said, pulling out a rather handsome looking black jacket with a bright blue lining on the inside. “And you know that’s not the kind of ruining I mean.” He dangled the hook from his fingers, turning his head so that Ianto could see the merry twinkle in his bright blue eyes.