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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
2009-06-06 12:44 pm UTC (link)

It was one of Jack's ultimate pastimes and, really, if Ianto wasn't going to complain, neither was Jack. He knew Ianto was toying with him, biting back moans and whimpers from time to time -- which only made it all the more enjoyable for Jack. He was determined to, one night, get Ianto to scream (in the good way), particularly with so many people nearby. A goal that would have to be saved until they had something by way of lube.

Closing his eyes briefly, Jack leaned into the touch and sighed, drawing Ianto in tightly against his body. They'd have to get cleaned up at some point before Shannon showed up, but that could wait. Jack just wanted time with his lover. "Suppose that works," Jack replied, not even wanting to broach that other subject. "And, in return? You're welcome."

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madeinwales
2009-06-08 08:17 pm UTC (link)

Ianto indulged in a few more moments of closeness with Jack before wriggling out of his arms to find them something they could wash up with. A bottle of water and an expendable shirt, since they were rather short on flannels. He nudged at Jack to get him to roll onto his back, then straddled his hips and wiped carefully, dabbing with the wet fabric. "Shannon's likely to turn up," he explained.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 09:15 pm UTC (link)

That was the one bad thing when they 'finished', the moment of separation while they cleaned themselves up. Frankly, after all they'd been through, even this momentary separation wasn't quite on Jack's game plan. He did, though, roll over when requested, pillowing his chin on his hands. "Yes, she is. And I'm not sure which is the more compromising position," Jack mused. Turning his head, Jack managed to look over his shoulder at his lover, hand running along Ianto's thigh (and wherever else he could reach). "Though I'm sure as hell not asking you to move." Head turning back to face front, Jack kept one arm bent at an awkward angle to keep that touch going. "Tomorrow, maybe. I swear to god, if there isn't anything resembling oil or lube...?"

That last bit, of course, was meant to be silent. Whoops.

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madeinwales
2009-06-09 06:35 am UTC (link)

It didn't take long to get the both of them clean enough, and in no time at all, Ianto was tossing the shirt off against the wall and capping the bottle of water to set aside. From there, the cleaning process turned into a bit of a massage, ferretting out sore spots with deft fingers. Magic fingers.

The lube comment sent a terribly amused grin spreading across Ianto's face and he leaned in just a bit. "What will you do if there isn't any lube?" he asked, oh so innocently. Really, he needed to take the time to tuck them back into trousers, nice and secure, but this moment of warmth and comfort would be fleeting, he knew. He wanted to indulge in it.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-11 08:45 pm UTC (link)

He could feel the exact moment when Ianto's touch turned from cleaning to something else entirely. Jack closed his eyes, half hoping they'd have a few more minutes to themselves before Shannon poked her head in. This was exactly what he had needed.

With a sigh, Jack rolled his hips upwards, attempting to knock Ianto off balance and pull the other man into his arms. This time his hands were the ones that ran along his back, holding his lover close. "What will I do? Outside of throw a tantrum?" He asked, grinning. Seriously, though. "Oh... I'm nothing if not an improviser," Jack replied at last. "We'll figure something out. We always do, don't we?"

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madeinwales
2009-06-12 08:00 am UTC (link)

If Jack had been stuck here for any length of time, a bit of comfort would be exactly what he needed. It served to ground a person. Kept them feeling human.

Ianto allowed himself to tumble forward, off balance and into Jack's arms where he settled in quite content with his head tucked up just under Jack's chin. "Throw a tantrum? I think I'd like to be on hand to see that." Could be amusing, that. Lots of foot stomping and arm flailing, he imagined.

"We always figure something out," Ianto replied, and he wasn't certain if he was talking about just lube or the entire situation. Probably both, he decided and closed his eyes, for just a moment.

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