Ramblings on difficult phonecalls

( You don’t really want to read this, it’s not very nice, I just had to get it off my chest. )

 

Belt and Braces

Title: Belt and Braces
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warnings: 18. M/M lovin’, bondage, mild sub/Dom, elements of leather and clothing kink, bad jokes.
Word count: 1,852
Spoilers: None. Complete PWP
Summary: Jack likes to hang around in leather; as long as Ianto is close by.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood.
AN:  Written for thrace_adams who wanted to know more about how the leather braces from Eight Pairs of Braces of Captain Jack Harkness were used. I’ve been on something of a smut-writing hiatus lately so I hope this has come out okay.

( Ianto watched the cog wheel door slide shut, turned off the lights to the main Hub and turned to walk slowly, but steadily up the stairs. )

 

A very silly Ten/Rose fic

This is stuff and nonsense written in about five minutes because of this tweet from a friend:

“Barrowman/single ladies + ninjas + mushy peas = I challenge you all to write a fanfic about how my friends chose to cure my boredom.”

 

“What are you laughing at?”

Rose spluttered a bit as she turned away from the monitor to glance at the Doctor.

“There’s this video on You Tube of a guy who looks a lot like Captain Jack doing a dance to ‘All the Single Ladies.’”

Rose scooted over as the Doctor came over and peered at the screen, his hands deep in his suit pockets. He smiled.

“Ha, so he does.”

The Doctor studied Rose for a minute; she’d gone back to the beginning of the video and was laughing again.

“You’ve got over being attacked by the ninjas then?”

“What? Oh yeah, that. It was nothing.” Rose waved a hand dismissively, too engrossed now to even turn around.

“That’s not what you said earlier.” muttered the Doctor, not quite under his breath as he straightened up.

“What?” Rose asked.

“Oh, nothing.” the Doctor said, his voice raising to that pitch that meant he was hiding something. Rose chose to ignore it.

“Anyway, come on. We’ve got work to do.”

The Doctor strode over to the TARDIS door and flung it open. Rose grabbed her coat and hurried after him.

“Where are we going?”

The Doctor grimed down at her. “We’re going to invent the mushy pea!”

Rose laughed and, ducking under his arm, ran out of the TARDIS and into the cool night air.