tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; Tuesday evening / Wednesday morning
Rating; It's going to be MA-17
Characters; Ianto Jones

king_coffee and Captain Jack Harkness

handsomejack
Summary; Jack whisks Ianto off for an overnight of romance.
Log;

Jack had been planning this for a few days now and as someone had been keeping him house bound and fairly quiet, he'd had plenty of time to plot, research and put his plan into motion.

First off had been getting the place. After some thought and some poking around, Jack had chosen a hotel on the beach, thinking back to the time he'd slept with his head on Ianto's lap while on the beach. Second had been to secure a Ianto for the night! Third, Jack had packed a couple of bags, an over night bag for himself and a 'goodie' bag for fun with Ianto.

Back at the flat, Jack had insisted Ianto take off his tie at which point he'd blindfolded the younger man with the silk cloth. Then, with a few taps to his wrist, he teleported them both from the flat to their destination. He'd gotten the key earlier in the day and gently guided Ianto into their reserved room and then took off the blind fold.

"Wha lah," Jack whispered against the younger man's ear.

They were in a beach front room, the windows open to let in the salty scented breeze and the sounds of the ocean beyond. The room was fairly simple but elegant as was the en suite bathroom for later use!

Jack perched his chin on Ianto's shoulder and quietly waited while the younger man took it all in.

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Ianto had to blink a couple of times at first to clear his vision, and take everything in.

He'd known they were going to a hotel - Jack's comment about room service had kind of given that one away - but he hadn't been expecting anything like this. Open and airy, with a window more than big enough to have a beautiful view of the beach, and a bed...

Well, should he have expected anything less?

"Wow," he said quietly, eyes roving over the room, taking in every little detail. Jack had really planned this down to the last detail, he thought.

"I see why you said I should take tomorrow off."

Jack grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. He genuinely wanted Ianto to be pleased, wanted this to be a way to apologize for his stupidity last week but also show his gratitude that Ianto had been there for him, for all of them.

"Well, that and I plan to exhaust you thoroughly," he said without shame, giving the younger man's ear lobe a quick, naughty nip before moving away to take their bags over to an out of the way corner of the room for later use.

"So, Mr. Jones. Would you like dinner out or room service in?"

And Ianto was very pleased, a smile over his features as he turned and continued to take in the room as Jack nipped his earlobe.

"I have nothing against that," he said as Jack put their bags in the corner, watching the other man as he moved.

But, room service, or dinner? Both had their good points, and Ianto wasn't quite sure what sounded more appealing...

"If we were to go out, where would we go?"

Jack disappeared into the bathroom and it might have seemed as if he was gone longer than it should take to set out two shaving kits, though there was no tell tale sound of pee or flushing. Just meant he was up to something!

"Well, we could go anywhere you'd like. There is a resturant at the hotel or if there is something else you might be in the mood for?"

Tonight was all about Ianto and Ianto's desires. Jack was there to make the magic happen for his lover.

The possibilities. It would be very nice to go out, true... but the things they could get up to, with food. Then again, there was that really nice seafood place that Jack had taken him (and Loreana) to before, but considering what had happened later that day, Ianto didn't think he wanted to go back there all that much.

"I think we should get room service," he said, growing suspicious of what Jack was doing, and quietly made towards the bathroom to see if he could catch a glimpse.

As might have been expected, there was a Jack in the door!

"Room service it is," he grinned that impish grin that told anyone who knew him well that the he was up to something!

"There's a menu on the bed. Order whatever catches your fancy and a few bottles of water please?"

Back into the bathroom he went, this time shutting the door!

Foiled.

And yes, it was very easy to tell that Jack was up to something, but there wasn't really any way for Ianto to find out unless he forced the issue, and he didn't want to.

"Okay then," he said, and made towards the bed and the menu, settling down to have a browse.

After a few minutes Jack surfaced. He looked somewhat different (http://webbgirl.livejournal.com/366927.html) than usual. The chance in dress a deliberate attempt to further distance them both from the responsibilities to Torchwood.

Just two men in a seaside hotel room, nothing to see here.

Taking a moment to hang his coat and the clothes he'd changed out of up in the closet, Jack sat down on the bed beside Ianto and peered at the menu.

"Got an idea of what you want?"

Ianto couldn't help but stare at Jack after the man emerged, it was a very rare sight to see Jack like that. Not to mention the whole outfit looked amazing on him.

"Uh," he managed, shaking his head after Jack sat down next to him, "I was thinking this." He pointed to the Tuscan Linguine, sun-dried tomatoes and herbs with the pesto sauce and chicken. "But I wasn't sure what you wanted."

He couldn't help but sneak another glance at Jack, though.

Like Jack didn't preen a little under the regard. Still he was paying strict attention to Ianto, reading over what the younger man wanted to eat and nodding his agreement to the meal choice.

"Think I might have the spinich salad with salmon, something light." Jack wrggiled his brows. "Since I plan to be active later."

Standing, he walked over towards the phone, yes he had at least one hand in his pocket to pull the slacks taut over his ass.

"Why don't you go in and take a shower while I call down and order," Jack suggested in what seemed like a casual tone.

[ooc: Ianto will find the bathroom lit up with a couple candles and a note advising him to use the bath soap that Jack's put in the shower (it's peppermint soap, which if you've never used, makes your skin feel all fresh and tingly) and then to put on only the large fluffy towel hanging on the back of the door. ;D]

Edited 2008-06-03 19:02 (UTC)

It was obvious that Jack knew exactly what he was doing to Ianto, judging by the way the older man walked over to the phone.

"Sure, why not?" he said, after all, by the time he'd finished, the food could have arrived, and Ianto was never one to say no a shower. Even if he was going to be having one alone.

So, he went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, only to be greeted by the sight of a warm glow cast by some candles, and a note waiting for him. He read it with a smile and a good-natured shake of his head, Jack was really trying to spoil him, he could tell.

He began to get undressed, folding his clothes neatly over the rail.

[ooc: Aww Jack =D]

Edited 2008-06-03 19:13 (UTC)

Spoil him but good, as the night had just begun!

"Take your time!" Jack shouted through the door and while Ianto was occupied, he ordered their meal and then continued to nest surprises about the room.

They already had the natural soundtrack of the ocean just outside their window so Jack hadn't bothered with any music but he set out and lit a few more candles, including one up near the bed. Yes, he had plans! A few little items were tucked away under the pillows so he could reach them without much full and the rest of the toy bag was discreetly tucked on the far side of the bed.

By the time he was finished, their food had arrived and he let the waiter in with the cart, tipped him and then sent him on his way as he lay everything out.

Though he didn't drink as a rule, Jack had gotten a bottle of champagne. He knew Ianto enjoyed a beer now and again and after all and, well champagne just seemed to go with the mood tonight.

Although Ianto was the kind of person who was generally self-sufficient, and sometimes got annoyed if people tried to look after him, he didn't mind it every once in a while, like this. Plus, if Jack wanted to spoil him, who was he to say no?

He used the soap in the shower as Jack asked, enjoying the way it made his skin feel fresh and tingly - he was quite sure it was peppermint - and took his time, because there really was no need to rush, and Jack had asked him to do so.

He suspected Jack was still up to something, but he was sure he'd find out, all in due time.

Eventually he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair sticking up in different directions from where he'd rubbed at it with the towel, and was greeted to the sight of more candles and their dinner laid out.

"You've really made an effort with this," Ianto said, smiling again.

And Ianto smelled all nice and pepperminty!

Jack arched an eyebrow at the towels however and stepped into the bathroom to pull the large robe off the back of the door.

"You'll be more comfortable and I'll be less distracted if you wear that," he said with a grin and a wink.

Retreating to the table, he held the chair out for Ianto.

Ah, he'd missed that. He accepted the robe from Jack and slipped it on instead of the towel, which went back into the bathroom.

With the chair, though, Ianto had to raise an eyebrow. He let Jack make the gesture anyway, sitting in the chair that Jack had pulled out, and waited for the other man to sit down as well.

"I'd offer to hold out your chair too," he said, "but we'd be here all night."

Jack went around and took his own seat reaching for the champagne to pour Ianto a glass.

"Behave, tonight is about you, Ianto."

He calming poured the glass and pushed it across the table towards Ianto. Some soda water went into his own glass.

"Which is why I'm currently wearing a very nice leather cock and ball harness," he said without changing his tone or missing a beat. "So I behave myself. Now, would you like a crab stuffed mushroom cap?"

Ianto was in the process of accepting his glass - he hadn't really had any alcohol since he'd come back from the Mirror City, with good reason. Now was a good time to do so again - when he head Jack's cool-as-you-please comment and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

So he behaved himself indeed.

He cleared his throat, and decided to carry on the conversation as normal, taking Jack's lead. "Yes please."

Oh but Jack was grinning impishly on the inside ... okay on the outside as well, he shot Ianto a saucy look and winked at him.

Then he began to divie up the mushrooms he'd gotten for the two of them to share. Not doing the feeding thing, sorry just ... no.

"So, Mr. Jones. What brings you to the City?" Jack asked with a smile as he cut into one of his own mushrooms.

Yeah, that would be too much. If Jack had tried to feed him, Ianto would be looking for signs of alien possession.

He was smiling too, though, still, because he was genuinely having a good time.

But, if Jack wanted to play...

"Business, mostly," he said, casting a look at Jack, "looking for a certain Captain Harkness. You wouldn't happen to know him, would you sir?"

Jack stuffed the mushroom into his mouth and politely chewed and swallowed -see he could have manners!- before responding.

"Is he that dashingly heroic gentleman I keep hearing about so often?"

"The devilishly handsome, avant-garde type, yes," Ianto replied, before taking a bite of the mushroom himself.

Yes, Jack, he sees your manners, and is impressed.

They could make the rare apperance, so long as a pastry wasn't involved, then Jack was known to talk with his mouth stuffed full of sugary goodness.

He arched his head and beamed at Ianto's discription of himself, mostly being silly for the sake of being silly.

"Why, I believe that's him. I've heard of him. Might even have seen him around some. What's the information worth to you?"

With the amount of whole jammie doughnuts Ianto had seen Jack stuff into his mouth in one go, he was very aware of that.

Still keeping his nice, calm demeanour, Ianto continued with a small smile.

"I say you suggest your price sir, and we'll see if I'm willing to pay."

Jack had finished up his mushrooms and now had his salad in front of him, the perfectly grilled salmon being neatly disected by his knife and fork.

Pursing his lips, he looked at the bed and then back to Ianto. Then he was paying attention to his salad, taking a bite and acting perfectly casual about the whole thing.

Acting.

"Let me handcuff you to the bed," he said, sort of out of the blue.

Luckily, Ianto had swallowed his mouthful of chicken already when Jack made that comment.

The fork hovered between Ianto's mouth and plate as he looked over at the bed and then back again at Jack, unconsciously mimicking the other man's actions, a faint look of surprise on his face.

He only had to think about it for a second or two.

"I'd say that's a fair price," he said, cutting into his chicken again.

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