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theydrewfirstblood) wrote2025-01-25 09:55 pm
theydrewfirstblood) wrote2025-01-25 09:55 pm
my heart is like a broken cup, i only feel right on my knees
With Cinna settled into his own room after treatment, Katniss catching up with him for a while, and everything else to deal with in a day at Torchwood, John asked Ianto and Jack to put Val down at bedtime. They all needed to blow off a little steam…and there’s a lovely middle ground between sex and a scene that John has been wanting to try for a while now just to see what happens when he tries it.
He’s hoping for a fairly pleasant assault…but there’s also something else that he thinks would be good for all of them.
So, asking Toby to keep an ear cocked for a few hours for Val, John sets up a few things in their room. He has to sneak downstairs to grab some stuff while the other two are getting Val into jammies, but he’s trained in stealth. He even gets to check in on Cinna and Katniss, who are poring over an iPad while Cinna sits up in bed. Satisfied he’s comfortable and she’s eaten for the night—John knows it can be hard to keep up with your body when you spend enough time hungry—he takes his prize back to the room he shares with his fiancées.
So, when Ianto and Jack come in, John has some snacks on hand, three tumblers on the bureau…and a bottle of whiskey he’s just uncapping.
“One time deal.” He explains, pouring the first three fingers of whiskey and offering it to Jack. “We’ve all been in the shit with not enough down time…so it’s allowed. All of us.”
Ianto eyes the alcohol, but finally shrugs. “Won’t affect me, but that’s a good bottle. All right, I’ll have a go.”
John nods, reaching for the second tumbler. “Yes, Ianto.”
Ianto’s eyes snap to John’s face, eyes going dark with heat before glancing at Jack, as if to confirm that he wasn’t crazy and John had just said…that.
“You all right, cariad?” He asks slowly.
John nods, the picture of innocence as he hands Ianto his drink.
“Yeah, Ian—why?”
Ianto just shakes his head and downs half his drink in one swallow.
Right. The gorgeous bastard is officially up to no good.
He’s hoping for a fairly pleasant assault…but there’s also something else that he thinks would be good for all of them.
So, asking Toby to keep an ear cocked for a few hours for Val, John sets up a few things in their room. He has to sneak downstairs to grab some stuff while the other two are getting Val into jammies, but he’s trained in stealth. He even gets to check in on Cinna and Katniss, who are poring over an iPad while Cinna sits up in bed. Satisfied he’s comfortable and she’s eaten for the night—John knows it can be hard to keep up with your body when you spend enough time hungry—he takes his prize back to the room he shares with his fiancées.
So, when Ianto and Jack come in, John has some snacks on hand, three tumblers on the bureau…and a bottle of whiskey he’s just uncapping.
“One time deal.” He explains, pouring the first three fingers of whiskey and offering it to Jack. “We’ve all been in the shit with not enough down time…so it’s allowed. All of us.”
Ianto eyes the alcohol, but finally shrugs. “Won’t affect me, but that’s a good bottle. All right, I’ll have a go.”
John nods, reaching for the second tumbler. “Yes, Ianto.”
Ianto’s eyes snap to John’s face, eyes going dark with heat before glancing at Jack, as if to confirm that he wasn’t crazy and John had just said…that.
“You all right, cariad?” He asks slowly.
John nods, the picture of innocence as he hands Ianto his drink.
“Yeah, Ian—why?”
Ianto just shakes his head and downs half his drink in one swallow.
Right. The gorgeous bastard is officially up to no good.