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Title: Sex, Lies and CCTV - 3/12
Rating: NC17 (Varies throughout but generally language and slash.)
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash and one shamelessly stolen line from Doctor Who.
Characters: Torchwood – so Gwen but mainly Jack/Ianto
Characters: Torchwood – so Gwen but mainly Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or its characters.
Summary: Ianto contemplates bananas, Jack contemplates Ianto and Gwen contemplates adding to her collection of CCTV footage of Jack and Ianto.
A/N: I am a slave to banter.
PART 1 PART 2
PART 4PART 1 PART 2
Jack heard Ianto’s footsteps approach and stood up from his chair, leaning on his desk, head bowed and hands nonchalantly in his pockets.
‘Hey.’
He watched as Ianto approached slowly, flipping his phone shut and half smiling at him. His heart skipped a beat and his fingers itched to touch him, he was spending a lot of time in his head thinking about Ianto at the moment and it was not an unwelcome presence.
‘Hey.’
They both made to lean in and Jack closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of Ianto’s lips against his, moving a palm onto his chest and flexing his fingers against his heart.
Ianto pulled away and Jack licked his lips, ‘you taste of chips.’
‘Yeah well – you smell of bananas.’ Ianto retorted quickly and Jack snorted.
‘I had a banana. I like bananas, bananas are good.’ He grinned wickedly at Ianto’s bemused expression.
‘The mind reels in a number of innuendo laden replies…’
‘It’s too easy,’ Jack replied, pulling Ianto into him and wrapping his hands around his waist.
‘Um hum, speaking of easy…’
Jack tried not to laugh and Ianto leant down to kiss him, teasing and pulling away as Jack tried to prolong the kiss, growling frustratedly as Ianto brushed his lips against his and then moved away again, slipping his jacket off whilst Jack’s eyes wandered greedily over his body, watching the muscles in his back flex and ripple, he had been working out and Jack was slightly over excited about it.
‘Ianto?’
‘Yep?’
‘…Nothing. Doesn’t matter.’ Jack was about to lurch forward and kiss him desperately when Gwen shouted loudly for him from the Hub. He groaned internally and took a last lingering look at Ianto, catching a breath in his throat and leaving quickly.
‘Yes Gwen?’
She was swinging on her chair and Jack walked up behind her, placing his hands on her station and leaning over her to look at her computer. She slunk down in her chair and looked up at him and Jack absently noticed she smelled slightly of Ianto.
‘I talked to our stalker after lunch when Ianto went to get cash, he was watching us.’
‘I thought I said be discreet?’ Jack grumbled as he picked up the start of her report of earlier, thumbing through it whilst she spun round and spoke to him.
‘Well he knows who we are, he’s taken our photos and Ianto’s pretty sure he knows where we live because he’s hacked into the CCTV,’ Jack cocked his head thoughtfully at that and Gwen continued quickly, ‘so I wanted to check out how threatening he was.’
Jack frowned and returned to the report, ‘and what did you discover?’
‘He knows you.’
‘Well I get around.’
Ianto appeared just at that moment (it was a gift) and glared, ‘what’s that?’
‘I used to get around…’ Jack corrected warily and Gwen grinned as Ianto walked off and Jack thought about following him before remembering he was being stalked, ‘what did he say?’
‘I asked him why he was following us, said he seemed to be turning up everywhere and was he being mysterious on purpose?’
‘Were you flirting with him Mrs.Williams?’ Jack raised an eyebrow questioningly and she stared at him.
‘Can you talk Captain Harkness?’
‘Fair enough,’ Jack agreed.
‘So he said if I wanted mysterious I should look to Torchwood itself and ask how a man who died five years ago could be walking around Cardiff today. Then he left and I planted a tracker on him.’ She looked pleased and Jack sighed resignedly.
‘Okay. Good Gwen. Dig a bit deeper, make sure he is just stalking, not threatening anything, find out what he thinks he knows and then I guess Retcon. Keep me posted.’
She saluted and turned back to the computer and Jack sat on the edge of her station and tapped anxiously.
‘Gwen?’
‘Yep?’
Jack saw Ianto appear in the corner of his eye and got up, ‘nothing. It doesn’t matter.’
‘He keeps doing that…’ Ianto frowned and turned to Gwen’s screen, ’what are you looking at?’
‘Our resident stalker. Recognise him?’
Gwen bought up a snapshot of CCTV footage from the Plass where a man was standing half in the shadows wearing a hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans, a cigarette smouldering in his fingers.
‘I can’t see his face.’
‘He’s covering it with his hood.’ Gwen pointed out.
‘Thanks for that.’
Ianto rolled his eyes and Gwen twisted her expression in response.
‘You’re indispensable. Really, what would we do without consistent sarcasm? I say it because his hood is covering both sides of his face, I couldn’t get a good angle if I tried.’
‘Yeah, but he’s facing that shop window,’ Ianto pointed and Jack watched intently.
Ianto’s fingers really were delicious. They were long and supple. His memory flashed images of those fingers on his neck. In his mouth. Twisted in his hair. Wrapped around his cock and pulling – he coughed, clearing his throat loudly and focused back into what Ianto was explaining.
‘ – so if you invert the CCTV feed and focus it on the reflection, magnify the resolution and see what you can see now.’
Gwen was looking at him with a just a hint of awe and a bit of jealousy that she hadn’t thought of that and Jack grinned.
‘You’re so hot right now.’
‘I dread to think what you two have got up to with CCTV. No wonder you thought of that.’ She clicked the image larger and turned to Jack as Ianto wandered over to Tosh’s old station and frowned at something suspicious, ‘can you get anything from it?’
‘Not really, stubble, dark glasses, good cheekbones. It’s too grainy.’
‘You never say I have good cheek bones.’ Gwen muttered and Jack grinned.
‘He never says it to me either,’ Ianto called over, inclining his head and glaring at Jack, ‘do I not have good cheek bones?’
‘You have a good arse.’ Jack replied matter of factly.
‘I do.’ Ianto agreed as Gwen rolled her eyes.
‘DEAR GOD. Stalker?’
‘Oh yeah,’ Jack grinned as Ianto went back to typing, ‘what do you reckon Gwen?’
‘Mmm, I’ll do some more digging, check him out.’
Ianto raised his eyebrows and smiled, walking away and leaving Gwen to it as Jack watched him go.
‘What are you up to now then?’ She asked and Jack refocused his gaze to her.
‘Thought I might go and check him out.’
‘I thought I was doing that?’
‘I was talking about Ianto,’ Jack corrected and Gwen’s eyes widened with realisation.
‘Oh. Can I go work from home then?’
‘You know me so well.’ He grinned and she smiled back, locking eyes on him.
‘Most of the time, knowing stuff like that about you Jack, is pretty easy.’
‘Actually most of me Gwen,’ he stood up and went to follow Ianto, ‘is quite hard at the moment – see you tomorrow.’ He winked and disappeared.
Gwen toyed with the idea of recording the CCTV but then decided against it, turning off her computer and collecting her things to go home. She already had loads anyway...
Current Location: My Bofa...its a thing.
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