gracie_musica | Torchwood -- Favored

Title: Favored

redismycolour Challenge: Day Sixteen
Date Written: 1/21/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 1,260
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OFC
Spoilers: Set during 02, before Reset.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I'm slowly starting to catch up!

The Cold, The Dark & The Silence
Sea Wolf

Jack took plenty of flack for his affinity for roofs. Owen swore it was his messiah complex and Gwen agreed since Jack did his Jesus impression on a regular basis about town. Toshiko joined in the teasing sometimes, but it was all good-natured fun.

Ianto understood the beauty, the peace that could only come from being high up, away from the noise and the crowds and the emotions. He only complained about the temperature.

While Jack did enjoy his rooftop viewings, he also liked to pull a page from the Roman god’s book and mingle in with humanity. When those moods struck him, he usually went to a club, got a glass of water and sat in a booth or at the bar and watch people out on the floor. He’d close his eyes and let the alien music wash over him, the swirling emotions and pheromones and just all of humanity flow into him. Reminding himself why he did what he did day after day, century after century.

“Whatcha having?”

He looked up in surprise at the girl who’d just appeared at the bar next to him. She was bleach blonde with too-dark eyebrows and pouty painted lips. Her shirt was a waterfall scrap of silvery scales, secured around her neck with a tiny string but held up by a pair of fantastic fake tits. By all rights, she looked like a favorite of the gods.

Jack looked down at his glass. “Oh, water.”

She let out a playful tsk, giving him a flirty look. “Designated sucker, then?”

“I prefer to have a clear head,” Jack replied. He leaned in conspiratorially, voice instantly dropping into the seduction stages. “I like remembering the fun I had the night before.”

Her eyes fluttered for a moment and the telltale pheromones of female arousal hit Jack’s nose. It was almost too easy.

“Come dance with me?” she asked, probably not aware of how breathless she sounded.

In response, he pulled out another trick that was sure to get her fire going. “Nah, I’m just here for the music.”

She let out a huff and flounced off, blonde hair swinging and tight, firm arse swaying seductively in painted-on jeans. Jack knew he was getting old when he found that while he liked the image, he didn’t really feel the urge to do much follow through.

He knew what would happen next, though. She’d be mad at getting turned down and find the second-hottest person in the club. She’d grind up on them in an effort to make him jealous, and when he continued to deny her, she’d take them home and shag the hell out of them. Best fuck of her life, all because she wanted him.

He was Jack, the god of lust, and amazing sex was his gift to humanity. Even when he wasn’t having it. May they use the power well.

And right on schedule, she appeared in his line of vision on the dance floor, wrapped around a tall man. Jack couldn’t properly see his face since it was hidden by a fedora, but he could see the other man’s hands firmly on the blonde’s curvy arse, the two of them swaying with the music. She turned to see if Jack was watching them, and when she knew she had Jack’s attention she turned in her dance partner’s arms so her back was up flush against his front. Those big hands went down to cradle her hipbones, the grip tightening just a little with every backwards grind. She raised one arm up over her head, tilting the man’s head down into her neck, silently asking for a kiss as she continued to sway. Her hips would move one way and her top half would move the other, tits and arse in perfect tandem.

Her eyes never left Jack’s.

The man said something in her ear and she laughed, taking the fedora off and putting it on her own head. Jack’s eyebrows shot to his scalp when he saw the man she was dancing with.

Ianto Jones. Dressed down, covered in a light sheen of sweat, shirt starting to stick to him, and all over this woman who was trying to make him jealous.

For an instant, Jack was torn. He and Ianto were somewhat exclusive – at least, he knew he wasn’t bedding anyone else but the young Welshman. Like there was time for two lovers in Torchwood.

If Ianto wanted to go home with the blonde, he could. Jack would expect stories, maybe even pictures. But he knew that if he went over to them and followed his script (starting a little spat with the partner so she could take the pleasure of turning him down), Ianto would balk.

Damn 21st century hang-ups.

Before he’d made up his mind, Ianto looked up and saw him. He fully expected the young man to freeze up instantly, and was surprised when his lover all but ignored him and continued dancing.

That clenched it. He set his water aside and made his way through the crowd.

The blonde saw him coming and Jack heard her make the excuse of running to the restroom. Ianto took back his hat and was in the process of perching it expertly on his head when Jack drew level with him. “Did know you frequented this kind of establishment, Jack.”

“What can I say?” Jack replied with a careless shrug. “I like to be an enigma.”

“How do you like the music? Too young for you?”

“By my reckoning, this is ancient,” Jack corrected, smiling when Ianto chuckled. “She’s watching us.”

“I know. I got the feeling she was using me.”

Jack grinned and watched as Ianto shoved his hands into his trousers. “You do know where we stand, right?” he asked

Ianto just shrugged. He looked adorable.

.“If you want to take her home, I won’t try to talk you out of it,” Jack continued. “I know – “

The younger man looked up at him curiously when Jack cut off roughly. “What?”

“I… I know you’ll come back to me afterwards,” the Captain said.

Ianto tilted his head to side, watching Jack curiously. “… I really wasn’t all that interested,” he admitted. “I just like the way she moved.”

Jack’s mouth twitched upwards for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Women just move differently than men,” Ianto explained. “The way they walk, the way they dance.”

“Sex with them is different, too,” Jack pointed out. “Not a crime to miss it.”

“Like I have the strength with you in my sex life,” Ianto deadpanned.

Jack threw his head back and laughed.

Ianto let out a little bit of a smile. “If you’re feeling nostalgic, I know a few places that might fit your tastes,” he suggested in a tone that said meant there was more behind what he was saying.

“Ianto Jones. Are you suggesting that we go to a gay bar?”

“No,” Ianto protested. “Just somewhere with better music. But if you’re in the mood for disco…”
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Amanda, the bleach blonde who’d been trying to entice Jack, watched the exchange from her vantage point near the women’s loo. Honestly, she didn’t care who won this little catfight; both men were hot as hell and she’d be more than happy to entertain either one of them.

When they left, the brown haired man’s arm looped around the younger one’s waist, her mouth fell open in shock. After a moment, she kicked the wall. “Son of a bitch! All the good men are on the other fuckin’ bus!”