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notethestripes ([info]ex_notethest397) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 22:07:00

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Entry tags:complete, day three, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: well, well, look what the Rift dragged in.
WHEN: Day Three, Late Evening
WHERE: in the hall, outside Jack's dormitory
STATUS: complete!
RATING: PG



For Jack Harkness, it had been a rather full day. First there was the meeting of the elf (Legolas, Jack fondly remembered) and... oh... Jack smiled fondly. His Doctor. His Doctor was here, wherever here was. But having the Doctor and Rose here? There was nothing on Earth (or any other universe he'd found himself in for that matter) that could top it.

No, there was one thing.

Jack paused outside his door, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. It wasn't that he had forgotten him (how could he, really?) -- but with all the excitement of the few days? Well... Jack rested his forehead against the door to his dormitory. With everything that had happened, Jack's stomach twisted uncomfortably. What was going on in Cardiff? How were they faring?

Ianto...

Sighing, Jack slipped his key into the lock. No chance of going home and no way of knowing how they were doing. Like the last time he'd been taken, but at least then Jack knew all he would have to do would be to ask the Doctor to go back to Cardiff. Now, there was no hope of return. Fucking fantastic.


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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:13 pm UTC (link)
Well, he hadn't seen any blowfish driving sports cars yet, but Ianto could definitely count today amongst his weirder encounters. Even with what that supposed Robin of Locksley had told him, it was a lot to swallow down without any skepticism.

So now here he was, in the dormitory assigned to him. This was Machiavellian, this was, and just plain wrong, too. Who this Goblin King thought he was, stealing people away from different times and different places... Ianto wondered if he was related to Jack's Doctor.

He sighed heavily, turning the corner and looking for the right doorway. A man was unlocking a door at the other end, and Ianto cleared his throat to ask for directions. But then the angle the man held his head at, the squaring of the shoulders, the profile, and the bloody coat....

"Jack, what in blazes are you doing here?"

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Jack had just about opened his door when he heard that voice. There was no need to turn to double check, only one person could form vowels like that. He glanced upwards, thinking of Gwen and half expected her to show up at the same time. But there was no accompanying female voice.

There was just him. Well, not that Jack was going to complain in the slightest.

Leaving his key in the door (like there was anything to steal), Jack traversed the space between himself and Ianto in several long strides. He moved quickly, greatcoat billowing out behind him like a sail, afraid that if he didn't reach him quickly, this figment of his imagination would disappear. But, as Jack's hands rested on Ianto's upper arms, the man was decidedly solid. Without wasting a breath for 'hello', Jack greeted Ianto the one way he knew how: kissing him solidly on the mouth, one hand cupping the nape of his neck.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:18 pm UTC (link)
Ianto's surprise at being confronted with a wall of Jack melted instantly as their lips met. God, City of Illusions, was it? City of his Deepest, Darkest, and Maybe Not So Secret Fantasies more like. Those full lips, the feeling of being safe and yet desperately wanted all at once--

Ianto wrenched himself backward. "Jack, what the hell!" Yes, they'd flirted, hinted, teetered on the very brink of impropriety.... but the way Jack was kissing him wasn't like anything Ianto had ever experienced before. He ignored the electric crackle of attraction between them and folded his arms over his chest.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:21 pm UTC (link)
And that wasn't supposed to happen. Jack couldn't remember the last time someone had pulled away from a kiss like that. Well, he could but the pull away had been followed quickly by the removal of clothing, not a man crossing his arms in front of himself like that.

What the hell indeed.

"Unless I've made a mistake, you are one Jones, Ianto Jones," Jack spoke, fixing him with a level gaze. "And as you obviously know who I am, this isn't a case of mistaken identity. Consequently? What do you mean, what the hell?" Jack took a step closer, almost pinning Ianto to the door.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:23 pm UTC (link)
"I am one Jones, Ianto Jones," Ianto agreed, squinting at Jack like he was a bloody shapeshifter with a prescient knowledge of Ianto's life. "But-- Jack."

The problem with protesting against something you've been having wet dreams about is that it's difficult to muster any sort of believable resistance. Ianto's head fell back slightly, resting against the door. He unfurled his arms enough to rest his hands on Jack's chest without actually pushing again. "Jack, have you been into the Taurean catnip again?"

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:25 pm UTC (link)
The only reason Jack didn't start demanding that the man he was pinning against the door wasn't Ianto was because of the conversation he'd had with the Doctor. Different times. So it was possible, wasn't it? No, Jack wasn't even going to think about that one.

"Haven't touched the stuff. And considering this place doesn't have anything by way of decent coffee, I doubt there's Taurean catnip here." Jack glanced down at Ianto, placing a hand over one of his. He stood his ground, not letting Ianto duck away. Not until this was figured out. "Really, is this any way to great your Captain?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. One corner of his mouth quirked upwards in a half-smile. "Which lends the question once more: what do you maean 'what the hell'?"

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:28 pm UTC (link)
"You seem less confused than I," Ianto said, arching a brow. "What a change. Try not to get dizzy."

Mmm, that cleft chin of his fantasies was mere inches away, crying out to be nuzzled, but Ianto didn't move, not even in response to Jack's hand on his. "I would reverse the question, sir," he said in his most formal tone, in spite of the fact that one of his thighs was between Jack's and the body heat generating between them would have been enough to power the back-up generators at the Hub. "This doesn't exactly seem like the most appropriate way to greet a member of one's... staff."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:31 pm UTC (link)
"I've had three days here thus far to get settled in." And Ianto could take that as he would. "Seems like you're the one who is slightly touched." Jack's other hand lightly tapped Ianto's forehead, then set that hand on the other man's hip.

Jack arched a brow the moment he said the word 'sir'. "Really, Ianto, I thought we moved past the sir business. At least... said in the formal manner." There was the way it had been used in bed, but that had an entirely different tone to it. Jack had his body effectively pinned and it was only a slight rocking of his hips that accompanied Ianto's horrible line. "Would you believe I was just helping you find your room key?" he asked with a smirk.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:33 pm UTC (link)
"This isn't how I--" he cut himself off, closing his eyes to give himself a few seconds to gather his thoughts. Yeah, he wanted Jack. Of course he did. Who, in fact, didn't? But he didn't want it like this. "There's no lead up," he said, eyes still squeezed shut. "You haven't even bought me that bloody dinner you promised me yet."

He tried to slip sideways, away from Jack, but that just brought their bodies into closer, tighter proximity. "Jack. Let me go."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Oh for the love of... Jack fought the urge to bang his head against the door. "There was lead up," Jack protested. "And I did buy you dinner. And we went out on several dates, each of which was interrupted by a Weevil. Or that murder at the zoo..." Jack trailed off, shuddering ever so slightly. The date that had him winding up with a nearly severed foot. Not one of his fondest memories.

Still, Jack found himself moving back reluctantly, though still close enough so that Ianto couldn't get away from him that easily. "What is the last thing you remember?" Seemed like he was having this conversation quite a bit lately, wasn't he?

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:37 pm UTC (link)
Ianto tried to think of any instances in the archives where people's fantasies-- was he really Jack's fantasy?-- had taken over their conscious minds. Apart from quite regular dementia, he couldn't place any.

Also, perhaps he shouldn't be subtly stroking Jack's... really quite nice pectoral just now. It was undermining his argument, not to mention his thought processes. "Jack, none of those things happened. I think perhaps... whatever it was that brought us here has accelerated your... um. Desires." His voice was already a steady baritone, but on the word 'desires' it dropped down an extra half-octave into an involuntary growl. "You only just asked me out before that mess with your dear friend John. There hasn't been time for any other shenanigans."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:38 pm UTC (link)
Yes, if Ianto hadn't been rubbing against him like this, hands stroking, Jack would have believed the whole 'step away from the coffee boy' speech. But, no, Ianto's words said one thing and his body was saying another entirely.

"Ianto, what are you playing at?" Jack asked, his brow furrowing slightly. "There's nothing about my desires that have been accelerated. Same old Captain, and don't even start with the 'old' jokes either," he warned softly. And god that twinge of a growl Ianto's voice could take on. Did he really have to talk like that and say to step back? Not bloody going to happen. "Ah, John." That soft chuckle shouldn't have accompanied the other Captain's name. "Yes, there was a date. We went to that bistro right across from the Millennium Stadium. And then a Weevil interrupted, we chased, and you wound up in Cardiff Bay." Jack smirked. "The wet look is good on you. And, believe me, there were... shenanigans as you so delicately put it."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Ianto's usually impassive face sharpened into a frown, and at that chuckle he did shove Jack backward, hard. He sidestepped neatly and stood square in the middle of the hallway, not a wall or door close to him that Jack could press to his advantage.

"Look," he said, suddenly tired of this. "I would have expected better seduction from you, given your experience. Making up stories that didn't bloody happen while entertaining thoughts about your last good fuck is a little clumsy, even for your young office boy. You know I'm interested, Jack--" he waved a hand at the obvious tent in his perfectly tailored trousers-- "but I thought you also knew that I'm not even a little interested in a quick shag and nothing more."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:42 pm UTC (link)
One thing about Captain Jack was his cat-like reflexes. Which was why he didn't stumble and fall, arse over teacups, when Ianto pushed him away. Stumble, perhaps. But he managed to look damn graceful as he did so.

Jack just stared at Ianto as if he'd grown a second head. (Though, in their line of work, that wasn't always out of the realm of possibilities.) His eyes flicked downward towards the very impressive tenting of Ianto's trousers and knowing what lay beneath the suit made it all the harder to lift his gaze once more. "I know you're interested and you made it bloody well clear that a quick shag wasn't in the MO." Jack stepped back, leaning casually against Ianto's door, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Which was why I took you out on several very failed dates. And, for the record, the last thoughts of John do not contain memories of a good fuck. More like being royally fucked over."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:43 pm UTC (link)
What also wasn't helping was that instinctive desire for Jack's lips on Ianto's neck, which had been developing rather a lot lately. Stupid sexy captain. Ianto put his hands on his hips. "Clearly," he said, voice even but anger still simmering just below the surface, "something is wrong here. Are you actually telling me you and I... according to your memory have already engaged in, in carnal acts?"


That just didn't seem fair.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Ianto wasn't the only one trying to stifle that desire. No one said no to him -- Jack was too used to a smile and a wink being enough to get any species into bed with him. Hell, not even a full smile, just that infernal quirked smile of his. So why the hell was Ianto standing so far away from him?

"Carnal acts? Why thank you Mr Tact," Jack said with a snort. "Yes, we have. On many, many occasions. Most interesting was when you were a woman. I can say with certainty that I prefer you this way."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:49 pm UTC (link)
"Jack, I don't think you're feeling very well," Ianto said, trying valiantly to ignore the hot flush spreading across his cheeks. "I still don't fully understand what's happened to us or where the Rift's sent us, but I think it's... affected you somehow. I promise you, none of that has happened. We just sent Hart back through the Rift NOT handcuffed to Gwen. What you're proposing simply couldn't have happened."

He walked up to Jack and laid a clinical hand on his forehead to see if the Captain was suffering from a fever. "I'm no Owen-- thank God-- but I don't think you're febrile. Have you experienced any other sort of symptoms?" Other than delusion?, he didn't add out loud. "Hold up, is Owen here? Has he checked you out?" His fingertips lingered against Jack's forehead for just a moment too long and then he removed his hand.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Oh how Jack loved the way a flush spread across Ianto's cheeks. His hand curled into a fist in the attempt to keep from brushing his fingers along those cheekbones. Lips drawn into a thin line, Jack watched Ianto carefully. Speaking of being deluded...

"I'm completely fine," Jack said, shrugging slightly then refolding his arms in front of himself. "Nothing wrong with me in the slightest. Remember that whole thing about perfection?" Another disarming smile. "John left on his own accord. The thing with him and Gwen was about a year ago." So, what the hell was going on here?

At last the space between them closed once more and Jack subconsciously leaned into that light touch. Sheer force of will kept him from turning his head to kiss Ianto's palm, but then the hand was removed and Jack stood, watching Ianto carefully. "No, Owen isn't here." A fond smile graced his lips. "But Rose and the Doctor are."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:56 pm UTC (link)
What was it that Jack had once said about 51st century pheromones? Apparently he had them amped up especially right now. Ianto retreated a few steps back, feeling light-headed. "Perfect, apart from that bit about your head being rather larger than it should be," he quipped, trying to regain equilibrium. This just didn't make sense. "A year ago? How is this possible? How is any of this possible?" He gestured expansively.

"And who the hell is Rose?" The Doctor... well, Ianto knew who that was by reputation, of course. Not to mention that he'd taken Jack out of Ianto's-- no, out of all of their lives for a full year. Curiosity aside, Ianto was not exactly impressed with the man. Being. Whatever.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)
There was no amping up of pheromones at the present, just one-hundred percent pure Jack. Back and forth they seemed to be moving in some strange dance that Jack had thought they'd gotten past. Apparently they were back to square one again. "But it happened," Jack insisted. He stepped forward, hands flying to Ianto's chest, undoing the tie and starting to unbutton Ianto's shirt before the other man could protest. Jack tugged on the collar, exposing a bit of shoulder, frowning when he saw no scar on his shoulder.

"Oh no. There's supposed to be a scar there," Jack said, jabbing at the skin with a finger. "Small, but there." Jack lifted his head, taking a step back from him. His hand came to rest over his holster, not drawing the Webly, but close to it. "All right. So who are you? Impressive impersonation..." Jack paused. "And, to answer your question, Rose was the Doctor's companion," Jack said, interrupting the train of conversation momentarily. "Now, as I was asking -- who are you?"

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Somehow, Ianto wasn't surprised that Jack wanted to undress him in the hallway. He suppressed a shiver as those delectably dexterous fingers brushed his collarbone... aaaany time now and he'd tell Jack to step back again.

That was, until Jack started with the crazy talk again. "What are you talking about, you idiot? I haven't got a scar there and even if I did, you wouldn't know about it." A horrifying thought crossed his mind. "Good lord, are you confusing me with another of your conquests? I realise that I'm little more to you than the one person who can make the coffee properly, at least in a work capacity, but really. This is rather devastating to the old ego." His tone was acerbic enough that it was difficult to tell what he was really thinking.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 10:02 pm UTC (link)
Jack had to admit, this was something rather new. But, then again, thinking back to his conversation with the Doctor -- they were from two very different timelines. Question was, now, how different? Judging by the way Ianto was reacting to him, it had to be after Lisa and Ianto did mention a date. But that meant it was nearly a year separating them.

"You had a scar there," Jack said, poking at the bare skin once more. "John orchestrated a series of explosions. You dislocated your shoulder and I popped it back in, but you still had a scar on the other side." A rather impish expression passed over Jack's face. "I know plenty about you, Jones," Jack stated, stepping back and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "From the birthmark on your shoulder blade that looks like Nessie or the hippo on your hipbone which still I question just how drunk you really were to come up with that pun."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:04 pm UTC (link)
Ianto was almost ready to walk away, too tired to deal with Jack's games, but then....

"How could you possibly know that?" he said, self-consciously moving his hands to his hips, as though hiding the already-hidden ill-gotten hippo tattoo. "Oh God, you haven't been undressing me at work and then retconning me, have you? No, no, I'd probably have felt some kind of stretch or burn if that were the case, or found bite marks in odd places." He shook his head. "You're actually being serious, aren't you? When you were taken here, it was after I was, even though we're both here at the same time now?" Ianto winced. "I hate time-continuum paradoxes. Because if I'm here now, how was I there then then, or rather how will I be there then.... with you. Jesus. Why couldn't I just have been a tailor like my dad wanted?"

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Oh for the love of... Jack fought the desire to throw his hands up in frustration. He knew that because they'd been shagging at work (and elsewhere for that matter) for the better part of a year and Jack, consequently, knew every inch of Ianto's body.

"Really, why Retcon?" Jack asked, shrugging. "No one wants to forget me. Tragic the time I had to Retcon Gwen but that all worked out for the best, did it not?" The strange thing was that Jack almost found this to be amusing. Emphasis on the 'almost' bit. "Come on, what's a little bit of a paradox between friends?" Jack asked, reaching out a hand to clap on Ianto's shoulder. As, obviously, sincerity hadn't worked, Jack fell back to his normal routine: laugh everything off and pretend like it just didn't matter. "Tailors may have the wonderful bonus perk of getting to have their hands all over a man, but you have to admit this is so much more fun."

Only Jack Harkness would turn giddy over the possibility of paradoxes. "My guess is this place is out of time and can pull anyone in, thus creating a new time line for us and where we were or, rather, when we were no longer really matters."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:17 pm UTC (link)
Ianto didn't bother to hide the rolling of his eyes. The only thing larger than Jack's ego was... well, if Jack was really telling the truth then Ianto knew the answer to the question. Or would know the answer to that question sometime soon. Or would have done so if they'd not been sucked up into whatever weird Rift-thing this was, for Ianto had no doubts that this was just abnormal Rift activity.

He straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "I'm going to find my room now, sir, if you won't be needing anything else? We can get together in the morning, perhaps, to brainstorm how we can contact the others to get out of here. Do you have any sort of equipment with you?"

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 10:19 pm UTC (link)
There was nothing wrong with Jack's ego, particularly because he knew he could back up everything: from his intelligence all the way down through his skills in the bedroom. So, really, why not have a bit of an ego. Besides, Jack also knew that none of them would have him any other way either. The ego just plain came with the territory.

"And, for the record, I thought we'd gotten past the sir business. Save when you're still trying to be cheeky in bed." Really, any time now Jack would cease with the bedroom references. Maybe. He held up his left hand, shirt sleeve falling away from the wrist strap. "It's dead as it always is. Not even the TARDIS is functioning properly. If neither the Doctor or I could figure out a way out of this place, I don't think there is one." Because with two brilliant men on the case, if they couldn't figure it out, no one could.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:20 pm UTC (link)
"Jack," Ianto said, stepping back into his boss's personal space. But rather than following up the name with any sort of spoken sentiment, he cupped Jack's cheeks in his hands and drew him close, tilting his chin just a little so that their lips could meet again.

This time, the kiss was slow, Ianto fully participating as he moved his jaw sensuously against Jack's, teasing his lips without trying to push them open. He felt the heat that always existed between them growing with each passing second, but before it could explode, he stepped back.

"There," he said. "Now that, Captain, is how a first kiss should be. Good night, I'll see you in the morning."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 10:22 pm UTC (link)
Jack had lifted one eyebrow, perfectly arched, when Ianto spoke his name. Then his hands were on his cheeks and suddenly there was no space between them at all. Pushing quickly past the surprise at the initiative taken (particularly with how stringently Ianto had protested any relations between them), Jack took one final step forward, his hands cupping Ianto's face in a similar manner.

For Jack, it was so familiar to kiss Ianto like this, knowing what would come next. Jack had just been about to angle the kiss deeper, tease Ianto's lips apart when the other man stepped back. He was damn near dumbfounded when Ianto stepped back. "How a first..." Jack shook his head, trying to swim past the lust and desire that threatened to cloud his brain. He tilted his head to the side, giving Ianto a half-smile. "There was nothing wrong with the way I kissed you before," Jack said, a hint of indignation in his voice. "Not that this wasn't nice, mind." Jack took a step towards Ianto. "I could go for a second try at this whole 'first kiss' thing."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Damn the half-smile. It would be one thing if it were unintentional, but Jack knew damned well what he was doing. At times Ianto wondered if every move was calculated. And at times he didn't care.

"There was indeed," Ianto said, smoothing out his waistcoat. "It smacked of impropriety. If you want to get into these trousers, Jack, it's going to take more than the assertion that you've been there before and a natty little smile. Now, I'm going to get some rest. I suggest you do the same. I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow." He glanced at the doors, discovered the one with his name on it (two down from Jack's), and slipped his key into the lock.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Once upon a time Jack did make sure that every move was perfectly calculated. He learned long ago what a quirked smile or an arched eyebrow did to another. Over the years, though, it became less a conscious act and more sheer habit.

"It smacked of a man being very relieved to see his partner," Jack replied, brushing the non-existent lint from his trousers. Speaking of eyebrow quirks, Jack lifted one right then and there. "Why, that almost sounds like a challenge," Jack said, noting which door was Ianto's. Almost about to head back to his own room, Jack paused, slipped one hand behind Ianto's head, kissing him once more on the lips. Different then his original kiss, keeping his mouth close-lipped, but managing to convey in the way his mouth moved against Ianto's that it was a challenge he was certainly up to. Releasing him, Jack turned on his heel, heading back to his own room. "Something to think about," He said with a slight wave of his hand.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Ianto's eyes stayed closed for a few moments, feeling the effects of the kiss even after Jack had pulled back. If nothing else, Jack kissed him with the surety of someone who had been there before, and Ianto couldn't deny that this was something he wanted, that he'd been fantasizing about... oh, about since the time they'd captured the pteranodon together. He'd felt like he was betraying Lisa even as he imagined bending Jack over the nearest work station.

"All right then," he said, somewhat absently. he pushed his door open and stumbled inside.

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