REC: GLIMPSES OF MY LIFE series by D8RKMESSNGR

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Title: Glimpses of My Life SERIES
Author: d8rkmessngr
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, PWP, General
Rating: G / NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Status: Work In Progress
Length: One-shots Series
Warnings: Set in the Storm-verse, Smut
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is one of the most ÜBER CUTESY fics I've EVER read! *SQUEE* Total schmoopy Jantoness with cavity inducingly fluffy domesticity and occasional smut... *starry-eyed*
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Title: Friday Evening
Rating: G
Summary: What are our boys doing right now…
Word Count: ~ 993

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It was anomalous walking down the Tesco aisles, trailing behind Jack, a wire basket hanging from the crook of his left elbow. Jack had left his greatcoat... and he looked oddly in place with his dark blue shirt, dark trousers, and his silver grey braces swaying loose against his hips as he walked slowly taking time to study each section.

"Didn't you say you were out of milk?" Jack inquired...

There was a wild and inexplicable urge to grin stupidly at Jack standing in the center of the dairy section, remembering something Ianto had remarked in passing during breakfast. Watching Jack contemplating which bottle size would be more practical gave Ianto a warm, diffused glow in his belly... God, he was getting daft with all these domestics.

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Title: Saturday Morning
Rating: G
Summary: What are our boys doing right now…
Word Count: ~ 1,854

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"You're staying?" Ianto blurted out.

The fork of eggs halted in mid-air. Jack paused. "Uh…we were going to stay in this weekend, right?" Something flickered across his face. "Did you want me to go?"

"I uh—"

"Because I know some people are uncomfortable with company when they're sick—"

"No, no, I meant—"

"Tosh was going to drop by and check later. There's work I should finish anyway. I could always—"

Ianto mentally flailed. "What I meant—"

Jack was poking his eggs. "UNIT wants to talk to me anyway—"

Ianto threw up his hands. "No, no. Stay! Burn my toast, shush the muffins; I want you to stay."

Jack blinked at Ianto. He stuck the fork of eggs in his mouth, swallowed, and nodded with a tiny, shy smile.

The omelet was suddenly fascinating. Ianto ducked his head...

"So…" Jack said, his words hesitant but definitely happy again, "how are you feeling?"

Ianto took another bite of toast that was both bitter—too charred—and sweet from the jelly.

"Feeling better already," Ianto declared. He felt Jack's foot reached over and slyly stroke a spot above his sock.

Jack grinned and when Jack looked down at his own food, Ianto hid... his goofy smile...

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Title: Sunday Morning
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are our boys doing right now on a Sunday morning and why pillows can be dangerous…
Word Count: ~ 2,766

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The soap glided smooth and slick across his chest. Ianto kept his eyes on Jack as Jack lathered suds as cool and airy as his morning nips were. Jack wore a look of intense concentration, as if afraid of missing a spot, spreading almond scented soap across Ianto's chest like he was icing a cake.

Ianto's mouth twisted to the side as he palmed some of the suds and flicked it over to Jack.

Jack started. A laugh rang free and clear, unsoiled by the shadows that sometimes lurked in Jack's soul. So rare a sound, Ianto found himself grinning stupidly at him, riveted at the sight of lather on Jack's nose...

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Title: Sunday Evening
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are our boys doing right now…
Word Count: ~ 1,108

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Ianto couldn't remember who shouted first, who shouted the loudest, but it didn't matter in the end. He felt Jack squeeze around him, pulling—what seemed like for the second glorious time—his needhungergodhisasshismouth out of him and with a final thrust, Ianto came violently. His hips surged forward, Jack arched off the couch, and it felt like the fire that was boiling in his chest had pooled down to his cock and burst forth to fill Jack.

Warm, liquid, and musky, Ianto's nostrils flared at the scent of himself trickling out of Jack's ass and decided sleepily he liked the perfume of sex and Jack wrapped around him like spirals of gossamer.

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Just to let you know - Sunday Morning link is wrong, should be: http://d8rkmessngr.livejournal.com/47140.html#cutid1

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