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notjusteyecandy (notjusteyecandy) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-08 23:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day five, ianto jones, jack harkness

Day Five: Your coffee, sir
Who: Ianto and Jack
When: Day Five, early morning
What: Ianto brings coffee. Because that is what he does.
Where: Jack's room
Rating: PG so far...
Status: Complete

Ianto had thought he'd seen Jack at the ball, through the swirl crowds of laughing or angry or imperturbable costumed revellers. But he couldn't find him in the end, and he'd refrained from knocking on Jack's door. It was too late at night, and he didn't want to give the wrong impression.

Pfft. Impression. Ianto didn't have a clue what kind of impression he wanted to give. On the one hand, he wanted to grab Jack by his greatcoat lapels and snog him senseless. On the other.... well, dammit, he wanted to be courted. Or at least bought dinner. While he didn't disbelieve Jack's story that they came from different points in their timeline, he also didn't want to skip all the stuff that he had clearly missed, even if Jack had indeed lived through it. Ianto wanted more than that.

Some habits were hard to break, though, and so at 8 a.m. sharp he rapped upon Jack's dormitory door, steaming mug of coffee in hand to present to his captain.

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Life would be so much easier if Ianto's libido didn't respond so damned well to Jack's, well, everything. The touch on his arm, the growl in Jack's voice, the gentle tugging on his suit jacket. The subtle 51st century pheromones in the air. Ianto closed his eyes and counted to ten. Or tried to-- he only got to three before turning around.

"I would have thought you'd have done more here," he said as evenly as possible. "That's all. I'd have expected to to jury rig a coffee maker to take us home or something. I'm used to you having the situation in hand. It's rather odd to find you don't. It's odd to think that this blond would-be king has bested you." A gauntlet being thrown down? Quite possibly. Ianto wasn't above a bit of egging on.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:44 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that Jack tried -- hell, who was he kidding? He used his everything to his best advantage even when he wasn't trying to. He waited for Ianto to turn around, counting the breaths it took before the other man did so.

"What do you want me to do, Ianto?" Jack asked, taking a step towards him. "I've been shanghaied here, this is the fifth day and this is the first I've gotten anything by way of a cup of coffee." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, letting go of Ianto as soon as he was sure the other man wasn't leaving. "Besides, I've been told to leave my hands off the coffee machine. Ergo, you're the one who was supposed to figure out a way to get your captain caffienated."

The growl was back as Jack recognised the taunting tone in Ianto's voice. "Why do you think I'm planning on giving the Labyrinth a go?" Jack asked. "Best him at his own game."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:45 pm UTC (link)

Ignoring the coffee machine quip, Ianto squinted at Jack. "Mmmmmm. And when might you attempt this? Before or after another ball? Before or after flaunting that--" he flicked his eyes downward referring either to Jack's pelvis or his ass-- "in leather?" Ianto was conflicted. He was used to in-charge Jack, used to a Jack that had a plan no matter how brilliant or foolish Ianto thought it was. a thought occurred to him.

"You're not leaving things out, are you?" It wouldn't be the first time that Jack had kept things too close to his chest, to the possible detriment of the team. "If there's more to this, tell me." He folded his arms and did his best to look reasonable.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Jack shrugged. "Hard to say. The Doctor mentioned something about it," Jack replied then paused. He still remembered Ianto's reaction to the man, (and Jack wouldn't call it jealousy even if it was exactly that) and it was hard for Jack to contain his excitement. It was the Doctor after all and at the end of the day, Jack would always run to the man's side. Jack wasn't the only one who had his own gravitational pull, apparently. "Well, could be before," Jack mused. "If you're that upset you missed the sight I could go put them on again for you. You could tell me what you think," Jack teased.

"What's there to leave out?" Jack asked. "And what is there possibly to gain by leaving anything out? We're in a Labyrinth. Apparently something happens if we attempt it and solve it." Jack pointed to his wrist strap. "This thing is telling me very little and the Doctor, last I knew, didn't know much either.

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:48 pm UTC (link)

"I might be more interested in your leather trousers if you were wearing them at the Hub and not in an imaginary dormitory in a magical land full of goblins and possible lunatic asylum escapees." Which was not to say that he didn't want to see them at all, nor that his gaze wasn't lingering rather tellingly on Jack's torso, and then his Adam's apple, and his full lips, before find Jack's eyes again.

Ianto frowned harder at the double-mention of the Doctor. Whatever Jack might think, Ianto had been molded by a cultural distrusted or outright despised the Doctor, and Ianto hadn't seen anything so far to contradict that attitude. In fact, it was the Doctor who had pulled Jack away from them for a year, leaving Gwen (rather capably, Ianto had to admit) in charge and all of them in danger.

"Should have guessed he'd be mixed into this mess somewhere," Ianto muttered. "Anything this mad is probably his doing, or at least exacerbated by his... shenanigans."

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:52 pm UTC (link)

Well then. It was very hard for Jack to keep a straight face following that admission, but somehow he managed it, only returning Ianto's once over with a heated gaze of his own, starting from his hips and moving up slowly. Just because Ianto was, in theory, refusing him did not mean that Jack couldn't look his fill. "How do you know if you'd be more interested?" Jack asked. "You've never seen me wear them in either place so it stands to reason then, that, I'd need to put them on so you would know exactly how you felt about them, does it not?"

Or maybe Jack just wanted an excuse to put the trousers on again. One or the other.

"I actually made it here before him," Jack pointed out with a huff. He would forever and always defend the Doctor until his (figurative) dying breath. "So if it's anyone's 'shenanigans', it would be mine and not his."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-05-04 07:49 pm UTC (link)

Jack the Fanboy. It was a role that Ianto rarely saw him in. Still, he hadn't come in here to fight. Really he hadn't. "All right. Fine. Doctor or no Doctor... it doesn't matter."

Really, he was being very reasonable, even if his jaw was clenched tighter than Tosh's ass. Not like that. He shook that mental image free quickly. "Tell me what you know about the Labyrinth." He pulled the King-provided journal out of his jacket, a pen following. "Start from the beginning. Leave nothing out. And I mean that, Jack. Now is not the time for you to decide that your team can't handle the full truth."

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ex_notethest397
2009-05-04 07:49 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help it. He looked at the journal, pen poised jauntily above the paper and burst out laughing. Jack wasn't sure if he should have been surprised that Ianto would have taken this so seriously or not -- but it gave the appearance of things being the same in this make-believe land. And still, he laughed aloud, tossing his head back and cackled.

"Come off it, Ianto," Jack said, attempting to push away the journal. "First of all, I don't hide things," he easily lied, "and second of all, there isn't much to know about this place other than we're stuck here, the TARDIS can't leave and there's a King who's controlling things. And, apparently, has great taste in clothing for that matter."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-05-04 07:51 pm UTC (link)

Ianto made several notes, then looked up through his lashes, waiting for more. "Yes, I'd worked most of that out for myself, though I didn't know the TARDIS was both here and not functioning. Tell me more about the King. You've seen him, I take it? I tried to at the Ball but I could only catch glimpses. I ended up having a chat with a serious young man who had only just arrived in this place. I'm afraid I couldn't help him out very much."

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ex_notethest397
2009-05-04 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Really? Ianto was really going to put him through this? Jack sank into a chair, finishing the last of his coffee and setting the mug aside with a scowl. Jack knew that, under other circumstances he would have been just as interested to figure out what this place was. But after everything, there was a part of him that was glad for the respite away from things. And, with Ianto, the Doctor and Rose all here? Jack was loath to leave for a time.

"Should I start with his attributes? He looks great in leather," Jack replied, licking his lips. Well, maybe not the best thing to say. "His name's Jareth. And this is all his. This and," Jack pointed out the window. "The Labyrinth. They gave us the room and the journal. And that's it, Jones."

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