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Apr. 16th, 2008 02:14 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Title: Moving In
Author:
ukcalico
Genre: Angst, Smut, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto's first day at work. AKA, Oblivious Jack is oblivious!
Status: Oneshot
Length: 6800 words
Warnings: A bit on the smutty side?
Comment or Excerpt from fic: It's a very hot fic, but since we know what Ianto is up to when Jack goes downstairs to try and distract him, it's also very angsty. It's very IC and a plausible look at what could've happened after the flashback in 'Adrift', during Ianto's first week at work.
Anyway, I'll...just let the fic speak for itself, shall I?
Ianto shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on Jack's. "I know why you're really here. You're not interested in what's in that box," and the way he said it was almost hypnotic. He approached slowly, and his expression was the same as when he'd been reaching to touch the fresh weevil bite on Jack's neck yesterday; purposeful, knowing. "You're not interested in what I'm doing. You're interested in me."
"Maybe," Jack allowed, extremely interested in what might come next. Looked like he wouldn't need a line after all.
Ianto put his face close to Jack's; he was about the same height. "There's no maybe about it," Ianto said, his voice soft and hoarse, and his eyes were black and he smelled intriguing, like sweat and singed hair and engine oil. "I felt you yesterday. Under me." His eyes blazed bright, as if with tears, and his voice dropped further. He said, confessional, almost painfully: "I want to feel you again."
Jack forgot all about lines, and kissed him.
Author:
![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Genre: Angst, Smut, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto's first day at work. AKA, Oblivious Jack is oblivious!
Status: Oneshot
Length: 6800 words
Warnings: A bit on the smutty side?
Comment or Excerpt from fic: It's a very hot fic, but since we know what Ianto is up to when Jack goes downstairs to try and distract him, it's also very angsty. It's very IC and a plausible look at what could've happened after the flashback in 'Adrift', during Ianto's first week at work.
Anyway, I'll...just let the fic speak for itself, shall I?
Ianto shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on Jack's. "I know why you're really here. You're not interested in what's in that box," and the way he said it was almost hypnotic. He approached slowly, and his expression was the same as when he'd been reaching to touch the fresh weevil bite on Jack's neck yesterday; purposeful, knowing. "You're not interested in what I'm doing. You're interested in me."
"Maybe," Jack allowed, extremely interested in what might come next. Looked like he wouldn't need a line after all.
Ianto put his face close to Jack's; he was about the same height. "There's no maybe about it," Ianto said, his voice soft and hoarse, and his eyes were black and he smelled intriguing, like sweat and singed hair and engine oil. "I felt you yesterday. Under me." His eyes blazed bright, as if with tears, and his voice dropped further. He said, confessional, almost painfully: "I want to feel you again."
Jack forgot all about lines, and kissed him.