↳ Torchwood Fest: Day 12 Do whatever you want or Collaboration (Okay a few words to explain what the hell this is. I was on the bus, bored and tired, with a phonetics exam for the day after and I needed to work but wanted to write; and I knew I wanted to learn some words by writing a Ianto fic. Perfect time! Basically, we have two lists of words to learn by heart, so I took one (the “ask words”, pronounced like “ask” in Received Pronunciation (that’s posh British)) and wrote what I could. I am not responsible for this, my brain is, and I know some sentences probably don’t make sense, but heyy, it helped me ;D (So the words in bold are the words I needed to know; and just so you know I think I left only three out from the list))
Ianto stiffened as Jack stretched a hand to him with a small smile.
“May I ask you this dance?” Jack said, his expression neutral.
“I can’t– I– We aren’t here for this…” Ianto tried to say, but Jack shushed him and Ianto had no other choice than to follow him when Jack grasped his hand, almost painfully. As they walked past Tosh, busy with the castle’s staff, Ianto tried to call for help, but she simply ignored him.
They had arrived to France two days before, and after spending the last twenty-four hours with his aunt – at some degree, on his father’s side – Ianto was exhausted. But work didn’t wait and he had joined Jack and Tosh in a French castle for an important meeting as soon as possible. It was more diplomatic than anything else, which implied boring conferences and talks. Usually, Ianto was politely listening and taking notes, but this time he had been drinking a bit too much, on an almost empty stomach and with only a couple of hours of sleep. Enhance his reticence at dancing with Jack. In other words, Ianto Jones had been fast drunk, and the worst thing was that he had mainly been drinking a nasty cocktail with almond and raspberry. Really not that great.
After dancing a bit with Jack, Ianto managed to convince him to stop and sat for a while, taking advantages of a moment of calm.
He put back on a professional mask, or half of one, as alcohol was still clouding his mind, and got up when he saw someone heading his way. The man represented the second branch of Torchwood – Scotland – and Ianto stumbled on his feet. He managed to notice he was accompanied by someone Ianto didn’t know, and just stood there.
“On behalf of the German’s Chancellor, I thank you for your presence.” Ianto didn’t answer but almost spat in the glass of water he was holding. He was completely wasted and talking to the German’s chancellor representative probably wouldn’t be helping him. He forced his mind back to the difficult task at hand – talking, yes.
Jack saved him by dragging him away, to a UNIT colonel that Ianto knew because he often talked to him on the phone.
“And what strange curse did you cast on the poor sod?” He asked Jack after a few minutes, seeing how Ianto looked like he was off somewhere else. Jack laughed.
“Not some sort of witchcraft, I may assure you. You’ll get better chance by calling it being drunk,” he winked.
Ianto mumbled something that nobody understood and left them alone, not wanting to be with someone from UNIT – it looked too much like a day at work. He left, a bit in advance, to go outside for a while.
When he came back, the two Torchwood employees seemed to have gone back to their rooms. Ianto pouted, sad that Jack hadn’t waited for him, and made his way to the bedroom they had been attributed for the week. He might have been dressed very well, but he walked with no such class and tripped more than once. When he finally knocked at the door, Tosh opened in her pyjamas, and Ianto frowned. Wrong room, apparently.
“Heyy…” he still said, trying to keep a steady voice.
Tosh smiled. “How was you evening? Mine was crazy, I was talking to this man, and it was a disaster! He seemed interested but after a while, the bastard just gave me a sample of some alien plant and demanded for Owen to analyse it… Also have you seen the ranch? It’s rather vast! I saw some calves there, they were so adorable! Are you okay?”
Ianto liked when she talked like this, but he was in no state of listening and didn’t register what she was saying.
A laughter from behind them cut him in his thoughts, and he turned with a smile because he knew Jack was there. Jack shook his head, wished Tosh a good night, and took Ianto into the right bedroom, taking Ianto’s hand to drag him to the bathroom. He gave him a cup of fresh water and smiled.
“It sure was fun,” Ianto grinned.
“Won’t be in the morning,” Jack sighed.
“I’ve had worse,” Ianto shrugged, sipping at his cup.
“Yup. For example, I once had to run from the cops, drunk. We had to climb some wall, it was pretty funny!” Ianto exclaimed, proud of that one time.
He then licked his lips and winked at Jack, who growled. Jack took the plastic cup from Ianto’s hand to throw it in the basket bin then turned to Ianto, shoving him against the plaster wall. The contrast between the pain of bumping his head against the wall and the pleasure of Jack kissing his neck made Ianto gasp and moan. He pushed him to take things further, except that Jack stumbled against the bath tub, and they both almost fell backwards. They laughed as they made their way to the bedroom, way more comfortable than the bathroom, tripping on the path. Ianto commanded Jack not to move as he threw him on the bed and unfastened his shirt quickly.
Ianto rolled his eyes, exasperated, when Jack didn’t obey, but let it pass for once and kissed him hard, blocking Jack’s arms under his own legs just to tease him.
