Rec: One Stormy Night by celebrian_lotr

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Title: One Stormy Night
Author: celebrian_lotr
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Slight Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One of Jack`s several uses for the CCTV and a minor security breach during a stormy night.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, 3342 words
Warnings: None, Onesided Gwen/Jack mentioned
Comment or Excerpt from fic: I really love fics where Jack says those 3 little words and to have them IC. I really love their banter when Jack was spying on him through the CCTV, and possesive!Jack is always a plus for me~! (And haha, it was obvious he was jealous, though poor Ianto doesn't even notice since he's sure Jack is in lurve with Gwen) And and when they're eating and Ianto offers Jack some of his mushrooms, sharing their food? It's a very 'awww' scene and intimate, loved it! (And Jack's nervousness when he thinks Ianto wants to date other people)
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He did wonder if Jack would actually make a proper move on Gwen if it weren’t for Rhys. Was Ianto really just the `tea boy` that kept him busy, as Owen had said when he had wanted to open the Rift?

Was that all he was to Jack? A part time fuck?

´Looking pensive.´ A voice came from the intercom and Ianto smiled to himself on hearing Jack’s voice.

"That can easily be called spying, sir." he pointed out, before smiling at the CCTV camera knowing Jack was currently watching.

´Can´t blame a man for having good taste when it comes to TV. I’m currently watching this show about this really handsome man, who looks extremely good in a suit, and works for some sort of secret organization named Torchwood´

"Sounds quite interesting." Ianto's smile turned into a grin, as he tried not to look back at the camera, though it was impossible. He could quite literally see Jack’s grin at the small blush growing on Ianto´s cheeks.

´It would be more interesting if the guy would start losing his jacket… his tie, the vest-´
Ianto chuckled softly and looked down at his suit before arching an eyebrow whilst looking at the camera. Reaching for the buttons of his suit jacket he unfastened them until he'd pulled them all open and removed his jacket in a rather slow, sensual way, left it hanging on the back of the chair that was to one side. His waistcoat followed put, with the same slow if not sensual movements.