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janto_recsTitle: Worship The Trousers That Cling To Him
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wildestranger
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: R
Summary: The first time Jack asks, Ianto pushes him away and says no.
Status: Oneshot
Length: 2700 words
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: What I like about this fic is that after Jack comes back, Ianto doesn't fall for his seduction again that easily, and actually makes him work for it. I also liked the scenes with Owen, Tosh and *gasp* Gwen wanting them to talk about their feelings haha. :3 And Ianto's plans on not falling for it again are quite hillarious. :D
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Author:
wildestrangerGenre: Romance/Humor
Rating: R
Summary: The first time Jack asks, Ianto pushes him away and says no.
Status: Oneshot
Length: 2700 words
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: What I like about this fic is that after Jack comes back, Ianto doesn't fall for his seduction again that easily, and actually makes him work for it. I also liked the scenes with Owen, Tosh and *gasp* Gwen wanting them to talk about their feelings haha. :3 And Ianto's plans on not falling for it again are quite hillarious. :D
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The first time Jack asks, Ianto pushes him away and says no. Or rather, Jack doesn’t ask, Jack assumes, Jack crowds Ianto against a filing cabinet in the third level and licks his throat. That’s the point, really. Ianto feels he should be asked. Even if the answer will always (must always) be no. It should not be taken for granted.
For his second attempt, Jack has learned a few stealthy moves. He doesn’t wait until everyone else is gone home (Ianto makes a point of giving Tosh a lift every night), or invite Ianto to his office for a private conference (Ianto keeps a remote-controlled pterodactyl teaser in his pocket at all times, in case of difficult situations). Jack is not good at subtle, but casual everyone will believe of him, and it’s easy for him to walk up the few steps to Ianto’s coffee station and lean to whisper something to his ear, which to innocently eavesdropping co-workers will look like mild coffee-related innuendo. Even if what he says is this:
“You want to let me in on what’s the problem?”
Ianto loves it when people try to be passive-aggressive with him. It always goes so beautifully wrong. And he always wins.
Ianto puts on a look of calm attentiveness.
“Sir?”
There’s a warm hand on his shoulder, ostensibly supporting Jack’s balance as he leans closer. Ianto allows it to stay as long as it doesn’t move.
“You’re hiding from me, Ianto. I thought we’d agreed you wouldn’t do that anymore.”
Not bad, Ianto reflects. But really, not that good either. He smirks a little, and watches Jack begin to frown.
For his second attempt, Jack has learned a few stealthy moves. He doesn’t wait until everyone else is gone home (Ianto makes a point of giving Tosh a lift every night), or invite Ianto to his office for a private conference (Ianto keeps a remote-controlled pterodactyl teaser in his pocket at all times, in case of difficult situations). Jack is not good at subtle, but casual everyone will believe of him, and it’s easy for him to walk up the few steps to Ianto’s coffee station and lean to whisper something to his ear, which to innocently eavesdropping co-workers will look like mild coffee-related innuendo. Even if what he says is this:
“You want to let me in on what’s the problem?”
Ianto loves it when people try to be passive-aggressive with him. It always goes so beautifully wrong. And he always wins.
Ianto puts on a look of calm attentiveness.
“Sir?”
There’s a warm hand on his shoulder, ostensibly supporting Jack’s balance as he leans closer. Ianto allows it to stay as long as it doesn’t move.
“You’re hiding from me, Ianto. I thought we’d agreed you wouldn’t do that anymore.”
Not bad, Ianto reflects. But really, not that good either. He smirks a little, and watches Jack begin to frown.