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Captain Jack Harkness (foreverjack) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2017-07-12 08:59:00

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ianto jones, jack harkness, spike

Day 436 / Action / Closed to Spike and Ianto
They've started making more of an effort to actually go on dates and interact with each other more outside the bedroom (even if it often ends up in similar sorts of activities as they do in the bedroom!) and now they're extending that to a three-way date night down at the Blood Shack. Jack finds it rather enjoyable to head out with Ianto on his arm, a pleasant tingle of anticipation inside him. Things are stable and really rather good, there's no big drama going on, and he can just look forward to a night out with his two lovers and enjoy seeing where the night takes them.

And, you know, watching Ianto enjoy the after-effects of his spanking when he bends over to play pool.

((OOC: I'm just going to put this out there now: this thread will almost certainly become NSFW at some point!))

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foreverjack
2017-07-20 10:37 am UTC (link)

He raises an amused eyebrow at Spike for that insinuation that Spike's a better player than he is - they never even really got started the last time, after all, so Spike hasn't really seen him play properly yet - but takes the proffered cue without demur because he really doesn't care which of them goes first.

"Sure. I would say I'd give him a thrashing, but hey. Already done that!"

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readystopwatch
2017-07-20 12:56 pm UTC (link)

Ianto can't bite back a faint yelp as Spike's hand connects with the bruises he knows perfectly well are there. It's not enough to distract from all the innuendo flying around of course and he bites back a smile that would ruin his annoyed expression.

"Thrash away, sir," He replies in that best Torchwood butler tone, the one that is flirtation hidden behind just the right amount of politeness.

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	chipswiththat 2017-07-24 09:24 am UTC (link)
	Evidence doesn't play that big of a part when it comes to confidence or deciding who's the better player. Of course it's him, what are you talking about, there's no need to prove that. Grinning, he retreats to the sidelines for a smoke, carefully watching the game as it unfolds. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2017-07-27 07:47 am UTC (link)

He chuckles, and moves round to the head of the table. "I'll break off," he announces, because obviously he's better at this than Ianto is so it makes sense if he starts.

Saying that, he's out of practice and his break off shot, whilst splitting the balls, doesn't manage to pocket any so he grunts and gestures at Ianto to take his shot, and goes back to lean on the bar and drink his whiskey and enjoy the show.

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readystopwatch
2017-07-27 12:50 pm UTC (link)

If he wasn't so glad they've worked together to plan all this Ianto would be incredibly annoyed by how insufferably smug the two of them are being just now. He's not that terrible at this although it is hard to focus when they've both clearly picked a spot that lets them enjoy a good view of him bending over the table. Hopefully they won't be so busy staring at his ass that they don't notice him rolling his eyes before trying to take his shot. He misses as well, writes it off as being distracted by his audience and glances over his shoulder at Jack. "Your turn, I believe."

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	chipswiththat 2017-07-30 08:59 pm UTC (link)
	Spike can multitask, it's fine. Eyerollings are noticed, as is the ass and the missed shot and he can't keep himself from rolling his own eyes, snorting in a mocking fashion. "And here I was hoping for a bloody challenge..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2017-08-07 03:39 pm UTC (link)

Jack doesn't even bother looking for the eyeroll he knows is going to be there; he just leers at Ianto's ass, enjoying the way the jeans pull tight over skin he knows is still bruised and swollen.

He grins when Ianto gives him that look and heads over to the table, tossing Spike an amused look over his shoulder as he bends to take his shot. "Give him a chance. You know he's got a lot of distraction going on in his pants!"

This time, the ball runs easily into the centre of the pocket and he proceeds to pot another four, before missing one and in the process setting Ianto up for a shot that's more or less unmissable.

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	readystopwatch 2017-08-07 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	"I highly doubt that's the last time you'll say that about me tonight," Ianto quips back, taking advantage of Jack's mistake to finally begin to score some points in this game. Not that the game is the point of tonight at all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2017-08-07 05:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Wasn't talking about him." Spike rolls his eyes - you don't have to point it out, you know. Half the fun is knowing and not saying a word about it. Either way, he settles in by the counter, quietly smoking his cigarette and watching the game unfold. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2017-08-07 07:12 pm UTC (link)

"Absolutely not," he promises Ianto, his eyes twinkling, because whatever Spike prefers, he's never been able to keep away from the innuendo. He watches Ianto finally pot some balls, scrutinising every time Ianto bends over for any delicious signs of discomfort.

And pointedly ignores Spike's insult. Spike will get what's coming to him when they eventually face each other round the table.

(Or not, because he's likely to get just as distracted by Ianto as Ianto is, if not more so.)

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readystopwatch
2017-08-07 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Oh, there's more than a little discomfort and since Jack seems to be enjoying it so much there's no point in hiding the stiffness he still feels in his muscles when he moves or the way the denim of his jeans rasps painfully over the bruises Jack left behind. He can't bite back a faint wince as he bends over the table again for another shot. As sore as he is he's loving it every bit as much as Jack is. "You seem to be making me work for these shots. I'd almost say you're enjoying it."

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	chipswiththat 2017-08-08 04:56 am UTC (link)
	Spike's enjoying this too, quite happily faded into the background with his smokes, pouring another glass of whiskey. The game was a good idea, he doesn't usually get the chance to watch these two in action without him being an active part of the conversation. Observing is almost as fun as playing, he finds. Did he just discover something about himself? Nah. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2017-08-09 08:33 am UTC (link)

Oh, those are some delightful reactions from Ianto, and he smirks every time Ianto winces or sucks in a quick breath.

"Me? Enjoying it?" he echoes, his face the picture of innocence as he straightens up after missing an easy pot for the sole purpose of leaving Ianto an irresistible shot into the corner - but one which he'll have to stretch down the whole length of the table to reach.

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	readystopwatch 2017-08-09 12:38 pm UTC (link)
	Hardly a subtle setup with that shot but it's what they're here for after all. Ianto stretches across the table, breath catching as his sore skin protests against the position. He takes his time, letting them both decide how much they want to blatantly enjoy the view, or, preferably in his opinion, get a little more hands on here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

chipswiththat
2017-08-09 02:07 pm UTC (link)

Although Spike feels oddly obligated to hold up the rules of the game — it's not his turn yet — he can't help but perk up at the way Ianto's breath catches, how the fabric of his jeans stretch over sore skin. It's tantalizing, even if this isn't quite his cup of tea (if anything he was the one receiving pain, not doling it out). His eyes flicker over to Jack for a moment, watching his expression.

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foreverjack
2017-08-12 04:09 pm UTC (link)

Jack's hands are twitching, aching to grab at that gorgeous, sore ass to perfectly displayed, but he controls himself because he does so love anticipation and there's so much more here to enjoy. He grins unashamedly at Spike when Spike glances at him, and when Ianto finally misses again he comes to the table with renewed purpose.

Down go all his remaining balls, followed by the black, and he grins triumphantly (and rather smugly, because that wasn't a bad result) and holds out his cue to Spike.

"Your turn, I believe!"

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readystopwatch
2017-08-13 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Ianto can't say he's exactly surprised when Jack keeps his hands to himself. It's exactly the sort of game they used to play back at the Hub, working each other up with no physical contact at all because that was the whole point of it all. So his expression is entirely innocent as he straightens up and watches Jack pass the cue over to Spike.

"A second round of humiliation for me, I presume."

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chipswiththat
2017-08-14 08:34 am UTC (link)

Spike stubs out the cigarette and shrugs out of his coat before grabbing the cue, twirling it casually in his hand as he's won't to do. The point of this isn't to win and he knows that but dicks are out to be measured and he was never very good at backing down from a challenge like that.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying this." Grinning he sets the cue down beside the table and starts collecting the balls. "Feel up for breaking?"

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