Torchwood -- All At Sea
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gracie_musicaTitle: All At Sea
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Two
Date Written: 7/11/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 1, 279
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh and Owen (mentioned)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: More boys kissing.
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teachwriteslash, whose family is losing its collective minds. Since you can't drown them dear, here's a swim lesson. Title from Jamie Cullum's song of the same title.
"You don't know how to swim?"
Gwen's astonished question cut through Owen and Toshiko's debate on the latest Rift gift, breaking Ianto's interest in subject. He turned to his left to focus on his lover and his countrywoman.
Jack was frowning. "No. Where I'm from, you stayed away from the oceans. No real place to learn."
"But Jack," Gwen protested, "we're right on the Bay! What if you fall in?"
"I'll turn up eventually," he replied, a macabre smile on his face.
Gwen sighed before noticing that the younger man was listening in. "Maybe he'll listen to you," she said in Welsh.
Jack's frown deepened and he looked over at Ianto. "I'll take care of it," the younger man replied in kind, picking up his coffee mug. He could understand her worry; while they often took Jack's immortality for granted, they really did try to limit the number of deaths he had to endure. If they could avoid one more method, so be it.
"Stop plotting against me in foreign languages!"
-----
The scent of chlorine was strong but not choking in the air. Jack and Ianto were standing in front of a long rectangular pool in a secondary school gym, the water clear and casting a pale blue tint on the bottom of the concrete pool. "Ianto, I know you're amazing, but how did you manage this?"
The Welshman stepped up to the edge and squatted down, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature of the pool. "A mate of mine teaches here, she lent me her keys," he said, standing and wiping his hand off on the hip of his jeans.
"Ooh, she?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Are you hydrophobic or just can't swim?"
"A little of both," Jack admitted with a sigh. "At home, the sea creatures are more inclined to eat you if you stray into their territory than they are here on Earth. You're conditioned from birth to stay away from the water."
"What about the pool? Should we start with just your feet in the water?"
Jack gave him a withering look. "I can see the bottom, so I'm good."
"Good," Ianto repeated before grabbing Jack's arm and throwing him into the shallow end.
Jack quickly found his footing and popped up from under the surface, angrily shaking water out of his face. "What was that for?" he demanded, putting his hands on his hips and wading towards the side.
"We're starting our swim lesson," Ianto said casually, trainers squeaking on the wet concrete as he stepped further towards the deep end and out of Jack's reach, just in case.
The Captain put his thumbs in his braces. "While I'm still dressed?!" he asked, pulling on them a little to illustrate his point.
"You're pretty quick getting out of clothes," Ianto agreed, "but changing into swim trunks in midair would be a feat, even for you." He stopped at the deep end, hands casually in his back pockets. "I want to keep this as real-life accurate as possible."
"Are you just going to stand there?" Jack asked, slicking his wet hair back so it didn't drip in his face.
"Might do, yeah."
"Bastard."
Ianto laughed and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He swung his arms back behind him, bending his knees a little before jumping off the side, his body arcing into a graceful dive, hands in a point above his head, head tucked between his arms. His feet even naturally pointed as he entered the water with barely a splash, the water rippling and making the reflection of the black tile racing lines on the bottom of the pool ripple.
Jack applauded when the young man breached the water and wiped at his face with his hands. "Perfect as usual."
Ianto rolled his eyes, kicking over to Jack. "Swim team in uni," he explained.
"Scholarship?"
"Club team, not school team." He stood in the shallow end, and Jack licked his lips. The water was just above waist level and the tee the Welshman was wearing was clinging oh-so-delightfully to his chest.
"Focus, Captain," Ianto scolded, and images of teacher/student scenarios flicked through the Captain's mind. "Later. Lesson now," he said, holding his hand out.
Jack grinned a little, but obediently took Ianto's hand. The younger man led him towards the deeper end, until the water was about chest height. He let go of Jack's hand, walking around to wrap his arms around his waist. "You alright?" he murmured into his ear.
The Captain closed his eyes and leaned back into him, let those gorgeous Welsh vowels wash over him. "Mm-hmm," he agreed.
"Good." Ianto kissed his temple. "Lean your head back on my shoulder." When Jack did as instructed, he slowly lowered himself down into the water, using one of his own legs to stretch down along his back.
There was a little flutter of panic when his ears hit the water, but Ianto's hand was in one of Jack's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing fine." He could hear Ianto's voice, slightly muffled from the water and the sound of his own heart beating. "Don't tighten up, just relax." He felt Ianto's body slip away from his own, one hand moving up to the small of his back while the other held fast to his other hand.
Jack slowly opened his eyes to see Ianto smiling at him. "I'm right here, Jack. You're okay."
-----
Ianto's cell phone went off from its position on the bleachers, the tinny notes bouncing off the tile walls. "Been three hours, time to go," he said, slipping under the water, pushing off the bottom of the pool and swimming underwater to the side. Jack, instead, bounced off the ground, making his way to the steps.
He looked over when Ianto pushed himself out of the pool, shedding water all over the cement. He kicked out of his trainers, bending over to scoop them up and Jack was so distracted by the way Ianto's wet jeans clung to his rear that he slipped on a tiled line and fell into the water with a shout and a splash. He came back up quickly, coughing and spitting out water.
"All right, Jack?" Ianto called out, approaching side where the Captain was struggling towards the stairs.
"Y-yeah," he coughed, thumping his chest to get any extra water out of his lungs. Damn, but the chlorine burned! "Just slipped."
Ianto pulled -- no, peeled -- his wet shirt off and twisted it over the pool, water pouring out of it. Jack nearly slipped again, watching the muscles move underneath the wet skin, droplets clinging to his body.
Holy. Fuck. People who said that Jack had the body of a sex god hadn't had the privilege of seeing Ianto Jones.
"You did good today, Jack," Ianto said, snapping Jack out of his reverie. "I think you're lying about this being your first swim lesson."
Jack smirked. "Can't it just be a huge ploy to get you wet?"
"I already told you, no sex in the pool, I don't know where they store the chlorine." He untwisted the shirt and snapped it straight with an easy, practiced motion. "Coming? We really should bathe here, rinse the chlorine off."
Jack was out of the pool before Ianto finished the sentence, fingers buried in his wet hair as he kissed the life out of the younger man.
-----
"Oh, Ianto!" Gwen smiled as the Welshman handed over her morning coffee. "How did swimming lessons go yesterday?"
"He swims like a stone," Ianto lied easily. "He's really going to need a lot more practice."
"Pity."
"That it is."
horizonssing Challenge: Day TwoDate Written: 7/11/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 1, 279
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh and Owen (mentioned)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: More boys kissing.
Author Notes: For
teachwriteslash, whose family is losing its collective minds. Since you can't drown them dear, here's a swim lesson. Title from Jamie Cullum's song of the same title.
"You don't know how to swim?"
Gwen's astonished question cut through Owen and Toshiko's debate on the latest Rift gift, breaking Ianto's interest in subject. He turned to his left to focus on his lover and his countrywoman.
Jack was frowning. "No. Where I'm from, you stayed away from the oceans. No real place to learn."
"But Jack," Gwen protested, "we're right on the Bay! What if you fall in?"
"I'll turn up eventually," he replied, a macabre smile on his face.
Gwen sighed before noticing that the younger man was listening in. "Maybe he'll listen to you," she said in Welsh.
Jack's frown deepened and he looked over at Ianto. "I'll take care of it," the younger man replied in kind, picking up his coffee mug. He could understand her worry; while they often took Jack's immortality for granted, they really did try to limit the number of deaths he had to endure. If they could avoid one more method, so be it.
"Stop plotting against me in foreign languages!"
-----
The scent of chlorine was strong but not choking in the air. Jack and Ianto were standing in front of a long rectangular pool in a secondary school gym, the water clear and casting a pale blue tint on the bottom of the concrete pool. "Ianto, I know you're amazing, but how did you manage this?"
The Welshman stepped up to the edge and squatted down, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature of the pool. "A mate of mine teaches here, she lent me her keys," he said, standing and wiping his hand off on the hip of his jeans.
"Ooh, she?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Are you hydrophobic or just can't swim?"
"A little of both," Jack admitted with a sigh. "At home, the sea creatures are more inclined to eat you if you stray into their territory than they are here on Earth. You're conditioned from birth to stay away from the water."
"What about the pool? Should we start with just your feet in the water?"
Jack gave him a withering look. "I can see the bottom, so I'm good."
"Good," Ianto repeated before grabbing Jack's arm and throwing him into the shallow end.
Jack quickly found his footing and popped up from under the surface, angrily shaking water out of his face. "What was that for?" he demanded, putting his hands on his hips and wading towards the side.
"We're starting our swim lesson," Ianto said casually, trainers squeaking on the wet concrete as he stepped further towards the deep end and out of Jack's reach, just in case.
The Captain put his thumbs in his braces. "While I'm still dressed?!" he asked, pulling on them a little to illustrate his point.
"You're pretty quick getting out of clothes," Ianto agreed, "but changing into swim trunks in midair would be a feat, even for you." He stopped at the deep end, hands casually in his back pockets. "I want to keep this as real-life accurate as possible."
"Are you just going to stand there?" Jack asked, slicking his wet hair back so it didn't drip in his face.
"Might do, yeah."
"Bastard."
Ianto laughed and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He swung his arms back behind him, bending his knees a little before jumping off the side, his body arcing into a graceful dive, hands in a point above his head, head tucked between his arms. His feet even naturally pointed as he entered the water with barely a splash, the water rippling and making the reflection of the black tile racing lines on the bottom of the pool ripple.
Jack applauded when the young man breached the water and wiped at his face with his hands. "Perfect as usual."
Ianto rolled his eyes, kicking over to Jack. "Swim team in uni," he explained.
"Scholarship?"
"Club team, not school team." He stood in the shallow end, and Jack licked his lips. The water was just above waist level and the tee the Welshman was wearing was clinging oh-so-delightfully to his chest.
"Focus, Captain," Ianto scolded, and images of teacher/student scenarios flicked through the Captain's mind. "Later. Lesson now," he said, holding his hand out.
Jack grinned a little, but obediently took Ianto's hand. The younger man led him towards the deeper end, until the water was about chest height. He let go of Jack's hand, walking around to wrap his arms around his waist. "You alright?" he murmured into his ear.
The Captain closed his eyes and leaned back into him, let those gorgeous Welsh vowels wash over him. "Mm-hmm," he agreed.
"Good." Ianto kissed his temple. "Lean your head back on my shoulder." When Jack did as instructed, he slowly lowered himself down into the water, using one of his own legs to stretch down along his back.
There was a little flutter of panic when his ears hit the water, but Ianto's hand was in one of Jack's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing fine." He could hear Ianto's voice, slightly muffled from the water and the sound of his own heart beating. "Don't tighten up, just relax." He felt Ianto's body slip away from his own, one hand moving up to the small of his back while the other held fast to his other hand.
Jack slowly opened his eyes to see Ianto smiling at him. "I'm right here, Jack. You're okay."
-----
Ianto's cell phone went off from its position on the bleachers, the tinny notes bouncing off the tile walls. "Been three hours, time to go," he said, slipping under the water, pushing off the bottom of the pool and swimming underwater to the side. Jack, instead, bounced off the ground, making his way to the steps.
He looked over when Ianto pushed himself out of the pool, shedding water all over the cement. He kicked out of his trainers, bending over to scoop them up and Jack was so distracted by the way Ianto's wet jeans clung to his rear that he slipped on a tiled line and fell into the water with a shout and a splash. He came back up quickly, coughing and spitting out water.
"All right, Jack?" Ianto called out, approaching side where the Captain was struggling towards the stairs.
"Y-yeah," he coughed, thumping his chest to get any extra water out of his lungs. Damn, but the chlorine burned! "Just slipped."
Ianto pulled -- no, peeled -- his wet shirt off and twisted it over the pool, water pouring out of it. Jack nearly slipped again, watching the muscles move underneath the wet skin, droplets clinging to his body.
Holy. Fuck. People who said that Jack had the body of a sex god hadn't had the privilege of seeing Ianto Jones.
"You did good today, Jack," Ianto said, snapping Jack out of his reverie. "I think you're lying about this being your first swim lesson."
Jack smirked. "Can't it just be a huge ploy to get you wet?"
"I already told you, no sex in the pool, I don't know where they store the chlorine." He untwisted the shirt and snapped it straight with an easy, practiced motion. "Coming? We really should bathe here, rinse the chlorine off."
Jack was out of the pool before Ianto finished the sentence, fingers buried in his wet hair as he kissed the life out of the younger man.
-----
"Oh, Ianto!" Gwen smiled as the Welshman handed over her morning coffee. "How did swimming lessons go yesterday?"
"He swims like a stone," Ianto lied easily. "He's really going to need a lot more practice."
"Pity."
"That it is."
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Date: 2008-07-12 11:47 am (UTC)Oh, and those muses? SUCH teases! But I admit, they left me lovely things to contemplate this morning.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:09 am (UTC)I'd say that's proof of great minds thinking alike. *nods* And I'd love to see your take on it.
Yes, my muses are teases, but I have to love them or they hound me to write monster fics that drive me 'round the bend.
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Date: 2008-07-13 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 10:19 pm (UTC)