Ianto Jones (stopwatchkink) wrote in thestrangetown, @ 2008-03-02 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ianto jones, jack harkness |
Who: Jack and Ianto.
What: Having coffee.
Where: Their flat.
When: Saturday afternoon, after Jack's visit with Neil.
Warnings: It's Jack. And Ianto. Take a wild guess.
Owen had left about ten minutes ago and Ianto was cleaning up his and the doctor's coffee mugs. That had been entirely unexpected. Not Owen's visit. No, he'd been expecting that. It was the sex that had been unexpected. It wasn't that he felt bad about it, because he didn't. He and Jack had a very open relationship...if it could be called that...and Jack was apparently off having sex at the moment anyway. It wasn't even that it was Owen. He figured they'd both needed something familiar, and it certainly wasn't the first time they'd shagged. It had happened more than once in the time they'd worked together, more frequently during the months Jack was gone. It was more that it had come out of nowhere. One minute they were discussing the insanity of this place, and whether or not to check out the forest, drinking coffee and generally being sarcastic with one another. The next, or at least it felt that way looking back, he was pinned against the wall, trying to get Owen undressed as quickly as possible.
And now he was cleaning up the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Of course, his normal shell of indifference wasn't entirely in place. He hadn't put his jacket or tie back on, though he had put them away, and his shirt was untucked, the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone. He didn't see a point in trying to hide it from Jack. Neither of them bothered with sneaking around. Putting one of the mugs away, he made himself another cup of coffee, with a touch of milk and no sugar. He frowned when he noticed a darkening mark on his collarbone in the reflective metal of the coffee machine, not because he thought it would especially bother Jack as much as because he'd never particularly liked when people left marks. But...no matter. He'd get Owen back later. He'd just finished making his own coffee when he heard the door open, so he made another cup for Jack, this one black with one spoon of sugar.
"In the kitchen, sir," he said.