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Title: Strike a Pose
Author:
jooles34
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen
Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Spoilers: None

Genre: N/A
Rating: 15
Prompt: #28 – A waiting room @ story_lottery
Summary: Ianto was trying to relax
Warning(s): Mild sexual references
Word Count: 1, 364
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters.



 

It had been a pretty long and difficult day.

They had spent the morning convincing a small delegate from the Farcadan constellation that Earth, more specifically Cardiff, was not the place to start investigating for the site of a new intergalactic service station. Well, not this century anyway.

This had been followed by some time running around the less salubrious parts of the city after a couple of adolescent male weevils who appeared to be fighting for dominance. However, they weren’t fighting each other. Oh, no, that would be too easy. Instead they had both surfaced and were fighting anyone, or anything, they could get their hands on. Fortunately no-one had been killed, though there were a couple of members of the public now receiving treatment from the NHS’s finest and at least one ornamental hedge was never going to be the same again.

Gwen was still at the police station trying to calm some of the local officers down and make sure that all the police reports would say the right things. Or maybe just disappear altogether.

Jack and Ianto had left her to it to return to the Hub for Jack’s weekly scheduled phone call with the Prime Minister. Jack had tried arguing that dealing with the police was more important, but as the others knew, Jack hated dealing with the police only marginally less than he hated dealing with Whitehall so his protests had been ignored.

Once back at the Hub the phone call had, not unexpectedly, not gone well and after a few minutes Ianto, once again, had been forced to interrupt. Taking the phone from Jack he had spent the next half an hour trying to smooth things over again. Ianto often thought that maybe he should just make the phone calls to begin with, but if he did then Jack would never learn. Not that Jack was likely to learn anyway.

And so, Ianto sat, exhausted, on the battered old sofa, his head tipped back. He was trying not to watch Jack as the older man bounded towards him.

“Right then Ianto! There’s no more phone calls to make, all the weevils are back where they should be, the rift monitor says all is calm until tomorrow and I’ve just called Gwen and told her to go straight home from the police station. What shall we do with our evening?”

“Sleep Jack. We shall sleep with our evening. Maybe have some dinner first, but mainly sleep.”

“Oh come on. No one just wants to sleep when they’re with me. You’ll have me thinking I’m losing my touch.” Jack was practically bouncing from foot to foot in front of Ianto.

Ianto finally lifted his head. “You’re in one of those moods aren’t you?”

Jack pouted at him. “What do you mean?”

“One of those ‘excited like a puppy dog’ moods you get into. It’s characterised by bouncing and terrible innuendo.”

“There’s only one bone I want to play with.” Jack smirked.

“It’s also very annoying.” Ianto let his head fall back again.

Jack stopped bouncing and threw himself down onto the sofa next to Ianto. He leant back and tilted his head so it was turned towards the young Welshman.

“You find me annoying?”

“Yes.” answered Ianto, but couldn’t stop a small grin sliding unbidden onto his face.

“You really call it my ‘excited puppy dog’ mood?”

“Yes.”

Jack leapt up again, his game over. “So what to you normally do to get me out of it?”

Ianto sighed and lifted his head. “I normally go along with whatever insane idea you think up until you get it out of your system and calm down.”

Jack suddenly stood very still. “You do that? You do that for me?”

“I can’t help but indulge you Jack.” A genuine smile of affection crossed Ianto’s lips and this time he did nothing to try and stop it.

Jack studied him for a second. It seemed sometimes that he discovered an extra layer to this man every day. Then the puppy dog took over again and he grin was back in place.

“So you gonna indulge me tonight?”

“It appears that way yes. But I really am very tired, so can you make it something not too strenuous?”

Jack paused and thought for a second. “How about photography?”

Ianto raised a questioning eyebrow.

“You know. It’s been a while since we had some fun with a camera. We could do some arty shots. Life shots. That way all you have to do is lie there and took pretty.” The grin turned lecherous. “And you are definitely very good at that.”

Once more Ianto found Jack’s enthusiasm and grin infectious and before he knew it he was smiling too.

“Alright then. You get the camera and I’ll get ready.”

With a final bounce Jack took off towards his office to get his camera.

“I’m assuming I won’t be needing clothes for this?” Ianto called after him.

“Not all of them.” Jack threw back over his shoulder.

Ianto shook his head in resignation, but damn Jack, he couldn’t budge the reluctant smile from his face. He leant forward and took off his shoes, placing them neatly by the end of the sofa, socks tucked inside. Standing, he pushed the small coffee table to one side creating a free space in front of the sofa.

Then he removed his jacket and waistcoat and lay them carefully over the arm of the sofa. He loosened his tie, pulling it over his head without undoing the knot and put it down on the seat. Removing his shirt and trousers he placed them with the jacket and waistcoat. Picking up his tie he slipped it back over his head, tightening the knot just under the hollow of his throat.

Jack dashed back from his office, camera in hand, in time to see Ianto turn to face him. He stopped short. Hell, this had been a good idea. Ianto looked amazing in just tight black boxers and his red silk tie. Oh, this was going to be a good night.

Jack started to move again, but slower now; approaching Ianto in an almost predatory fashion.

“Lie down.” he instructed.

Ianto complied and spread himself out on the sofa. Jack stood in front of him and, raising the camera, took a couple of shots.

“Change position.” Jack ordered. Ianto obliged turning his torso towards Jack and arching his back. Jack clicked the camera again.

“Move again.” Once more Ianto did as instructed, dropping one foot to the floor and raising his other knee up he threw his head back. He heard the camera click a couple more times. This time he didn’t need to be told and he changed position before Jack could speak.

They carried on like this, the fake shutter sound of the digital camera the only sound in the room. Ianto started to enjoy himself, pulling more and more extravagant poses. Suddenly feeling playful he started posing like a macho man, standing up and flexing his muscles, pulling shapes with his body the way body builders did.

Jack laughed at him and carried on taking pictures. Ianto laughed with him, suddenly feeling better than he had done all day. He was having fun; just him and Jack, playing, messing around, being normal.

Ianto jumped up onto to the sofa and continued his posing. He leapt up onto the arm of the sofa, placing his other foot onto the low back, one hand on his hip, the other arm extended in the air as if he was claiming victory over defeating the sofa….

 

…That was when the cogwheel door had opened and Gwen had strolled through calling out; “Left some stuff here, had to come back for it.”

With a startled yelp Ianto had lost his balance and fallen heavily to the floor, arms wind-milling in an uncharacteristically ungainly manner. His head had connected smartly with the edge of the coffee table on the way down.

And that was why Ianto was now sitting in the waiting room at St Helen’s A&E, gauze pressed to his head, trying to think of a suitable story to tell the doctors and harbouring evil thoughts about castrating puppy dogs.



 


Date: 2010-05-01 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twilighthdfan.livejournal.com
LMAO. Aw, poor Ianto, all he wanted to do was go to sleep and then he ended up in the A&E because of Jack's puppy dog look. Great fic, loved it :D.

Date: 2010-05-08 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Woo, thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2010-05-01 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emyrldlady.livejournal.com
*giggles* Poor Ianto, what that man won't do for Jack.

Date: 2010-05-08 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
He's a bless isn't he? So glad you liked it, thanks for commenting.

Date: 2010-05-01 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iantosgal.livejournal.com
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG soooooooo funny!!! XD x

Date: 2010-05-08 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Thank you! So glad you liked this :oD

Date: 2010-05-02 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sassysailorgirl.livejournal.com
Bad Jack! *slaps him* Poor Ianto! Talk about doing anything for love ;p

Date: 2010-05-08 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Lol, think Jack deserved that! Thank you for commenting.

Date: 2010-05-02 02:37 am (UTC)
jo02: scared-kitty (Default)
From: [personal profile] jo02

My bad - I Lol'd at poor Ianto!

Date: 2010-05-08 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
*whisper* I lol'd a bit too, and I was the one that did it too him! Thanks for reading and commenting.

Date: 2010-05-02 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nancybrown.livejournal.com
LOL! This was cute, and sweet, and then funny as hell. Great job!

Date: 2010-05-08 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Wow, thank you so much! So pleased you liked it and thanks for commenting.

Date: 2010-05-02 09:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
*chuckles loudly*

Fabulous :)

Date: 2010-05-08 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Yey! Glad I could give you a laugh. Thanks for commenting.

Date: 2010-05-02 02:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owensheart.livejournal.com
LMAO, too funny, but GRRR to immagine Ianto in those tight boxers and red tie *sighs mind elswere*

great fic.

Date: 2010-05-08 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
*smirk* Thank you, so glad you liked it. There is a corner of my mind considering a follow up that doesn't end in A&E...

Date: 2010-06-25 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royalladyemma.livejournal.com
It really pisses me off -- the stuff we'll NEVER get to see on TV. Instead of quality viewing like this, we're stuck with Ramsey's endless programmes and umpteen reruns of a housecleaning program.

To think, we could be seeing that gorgeous body, reserved for Jack's eyes only, wearing nothing but a smile (at least in my mind - the boxers & tie fell off some time back). Television viewing would never be boring again!!!

Date: 2010-07-27 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jooles34.livejournal.com
Lol. Glad you liked this...and I totally agree, why did we never get to see this? It must have happened... Sorry for insane delay in replying, but thank you for your comment!

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