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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-29 01:13:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long day.
WHERE: Museum
WHEN: Day 8, late evening
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: active

Jack was bone-weary once he finally found his way back to the museum. Between the 'death-off' (which at least Ianto couldn't be too pissed at him, right?) and the meeting with his clone, Jack had reached his limit of 'strange-ness' for the day. At least he was fairly certain he had the compound perfected. Wasn't pressurised like it should be, but the small misting bottles he found in the pharmacy should at least do the trick. It had proven effective when Jack had tried it against one of the Weevils a few hours ago, and that was good enough for him.

But now, all he wanted was to curl up with Ianto.

And, as apparently he had to clarify, his Ianto. Jack was hoping it was his waiting for him back in the museum, not that he couldn't tell which man was his. All it would take was another kiss. Heading into the room he had claimed as his own -- and had happily accepted Ianto into -- Jack wearily entered, looking for Ianto. "I'm too damn tired to play games. If it's the clone or the other Ianto, just say so. And if it is, clear out as I was here first."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 10:51 am UTC (link)

And that, right there, was what Jack had been waiting for: that hitch in Ianto's voice that turned it even deeper, the accent all the more pronounced. God, how easily Ianto could be his complete and utter undoing. Not that he would, of course, ever admit this fact.

Jack added a soft groan as Ianto's hand went around them and his legs around his waist. Truly, it was a shame that Ianto covered up that physique with three-piece suits, but the man looked so good in them that Jack wouldn't complain. Still, Jack knew just how flexible Ianto really was -- and god they needed to find lube. This would have to suffice for now -- no matter how Jack wanted to bury himself inside Ianto.

"Shut up and get on with it?" Jack asked, speeding up his hips, using the friction supplied by Ianto's hand to his advantage. "This better?" He worked his own hand between them, covering Ianto's and squeezing a bit tighter while his mouth descended for another open-mouthed kiss.

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madeinwales
2009-06-05 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Jack'd get a lot of that hitch, purring encouragement directly into his ear and gasping out swears as quietly as he could. There were others in the museum, after all.

Later, when they were both as sated as they could be, Ianto's voice'd still be gravelly and his accent thicker, but there wouldn't be any of the urgency that there had been. "Gotta find lube," he murmured, passing a hand (the clean one) through Jack's hair affectionately. "Thank you."

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