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Torchwood Fic: Quality Time

 And another one! It seems I'm in a writing mood lately =) This one is pure fluff <3

Title: Quality Time
Author: manikineko 
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 814
Warnings: none (just some kissing)
Notes: I blame teamharkness  for posting a picture of skinny Jack which made me come up with this story where Jack is in much need of some quality time to recharge his batteries.
Summary: It's been a rough couple of weeks and Jack clearly needs some rest. Luckily there's Ianto to give him some quality time.

Jack rests his forehead against the cool metal of the filing cabinet. He closes his eyes and allows his shoulders to slump forward. An inaudible sigh of relief escapes through his slightly parted lips when he feels the stretch easing the tension between his shoulders and wandering down his spine.

It has been a rough couple of weeks with the rift alarm going off more frequently and plenty of high-speed alien-chases.
Jack is used to being alert non-stop but concurrently leading a team of individuals who still have their issues trusting him again after his miraculous disappearance slash re-appearance, well, that is not exactly an easy job to keep up with.
Dealing with other people's emotions is definitely none of Jack's strengths. He is an amazing flirt, a charmer and a born leader, that's for sure, but when it gets down to the more serious stuff, the stuff that makes your insides flutter, that makes cold sweat break out on your forehead, on your palms and all the way down your spine... The stuff that makes you grit your teeth and shuffle your feet because it's too much for your body to keep still and the stuff that makes you worry about the answer to a simple question which you normally don't even have to ask, well, that stuff is something Jack can't deal with at all.
And it drains his energy.

Jack sighs, loudly this time, stands up straight, cocks his head to the left and to the right and is ready to dash off for another heroic act when he feels two warm hands pressing down on his shoulders slowly but firmly.

"You seem tired," a soothing, low voice says closely behind him.

Why didn't Jack notice anyone entering the room? God, he must be extremely worn out.

The hands start massaging his shoulders, thumbs circulating with light pressure above the muscles at the base of his neck, fingertips carefully pressing into just the right spots along Jack's shoulderline. He can hear Ianto slowly shifting closer until the lenghts of their legs are touching ever so slightly. Ianto's breath is a steady warm stream that teases Jack's ears.
Ianto increases the pressure of his massage and Jack obediently tips his head forward. The palms of Ianto's hands work their way over Jack's shoulders, down his spine and up his sides in search for tension that needs to be eased. Whenever he finds a tense spot he uses his thumbs to knead the flesh before his fingertips press down on the knots in Jack's muscles with pinpoint precision.
Soon Jack's pained hisses are replaced by relieved groans and when Ianto's hands are suddenly withdrawn he has to choke down a disappointed whimper.
His groin twitches with pleasure when Ianto's hands return and smoothly stroke down over the plates of his chest before his arms lock Jack in a warm embrace. Ianto's lips are brushing against Jack's earlobe when he speaks:

"You've lost weight."

Jack doesn't respond.

Ianto loosens the embrace to turn Jack around gently. They are face to face now and Ianto's dark blue eyes scan Jack's face for traces of fatigue. He doesn't need to look very closely in order to recognise the dark circles under Jack's eyes.
Jack's face is a mirror of his own exhaustion.
Jack's hands sneak over his hips and when his fingers find Ianto's belt he hooks his thumbs in and gives it a short tug, enough to make their lower bodies touch. The corners of Ianto's mouth move up into a warm smile which even reaches his tired eyes.

"You can never get enough, can you?"

Jack only smirks in response and Ianto steps in, placing his right leg between Jack's and joining their bodies with Jack's back pressed against the filing cabinet.
Ianto's hands are still holding on to Jack's face and he doesn't break their eyecontact when he moves in for a light kiss. Blue eyes lock, exploring each other's depths while lips brush against lips, moving in to increase the pressure before withdrawing.
Jack's lips part slightly and Ianto takes the chance to tenderly nip his lower lip and Jack closes his eyes to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. Ianto's tongue is warm and soothing against his own and Jack feels his body relax and give into the calming presence that is Ianto.
His hands move around to Ianto's back and he slides his palms up to his shoulders before nuzzling him lightly.

They break the kiss and Ianto breaths featherlight kisses along Jack's jawline before he rests his forehead against Jack's temple. They stay like this for a while, swaying softly as if dancing to a silent tune. Jack feels tired and he knows he's about to fall asleep any second now.
But it's different from the exhaustion he's felt before and he smiles softly before whispering:

"Thank you."
Tags: fanfiction, fluff, jackxianto, torchwood

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