Rec: The Good Times by nightanddaze
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Title: The Good Times
Author:
nightanddaze
Genre: Smut, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He likes Jack loose with alcohol and so willing that it’s not worth the torture to wait.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Just read it, it's hot. Drunk!Jack plus Ianto bottoming from the top = very hot fic. :D
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He likes a good red wine though, a Syrah if Ianto’s going to buy some for him. Which Ianto does often.
Ianto won’t lie. He likes Merlot much better but it’s worth it to buy the kind of wine Jack likes because then Jack drinks it, and if Ianto’s really lucky, Jack might get drunk and end up just like this: melted across the length of Ianto's couch, grinning, content to let Gwen and Owen field any Torchwood stuff tonight, and playing with his words.
"Ianto," Jack murmurs, three-quarters of the bottle in, his eyes dark and his mouth soft. It comes out more like, Yantoe, instead of his usual, Yahnto. When he flattens the sound out, it sounds silly enough that Ianto has to laugh and come close enough to kiss him.
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Genre: Smut, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He likes Jack loose with alcohol and so willing that it’s not worth the torture to wait.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Just read it, it's hot. Drunk!Jack plus Ianto bottoming from the top = very hot fic. :D
~_~_~_~_~_
He likes a good red wine though, a Syrah if Ianto’s going to buy some for him. Which Ianto does often.
Ianto won’t lie. He likes Merlot much better but it’s worth it to buy the kind of wine Jack likes because then Jack drinks it, and if Ianto’s really lucky, Jack might get drunk and end up just like this: melted across the length of Ianto's couch, grinning, content to let Gwen and Owen field any Torchwood stuff tonight, and playing with his words.
"Ianto," Jack murmurs, three-quarters of the bottle in, his eyes dark and his mouth soft. It comes out more like, Yantoe, instead of his usual, Yahnto. When he flattens the sound out, it sounds silly enough that Ianto has to laugh and come close enough to kiss him.