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gracie_musica) wrote2008-07-30 05:11 pm
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Entry tags:
Torchwood -- Hot
Title: Hot
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Twenty-Three
Date Written: 7/30/08
Rating: PG-13/T for the picture at least
Word Count: 626
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Season 02/DW 04 to be safe.
Warnings: Fluff
Author Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totally4ryo, WHO HAS NO A/C. WTF, mate?
The air conditioner in Ianto's flat went out at exactly 02:38 on Sunday morning. Jack knew this for a fact because the sudden silence flooding the apartment awoke him out of his light doze.
He crawled out of bed, carefully disentangling himself from Ianto and chuckled softly when the younger man let out a little moan of loss in his sleep. Jack smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead softly, touching Ianto's face softly before pulling away and snagging his pants off the floor.
Jack was by no means any sort of mechanic, but he knew his way around enough technology to wing it. He slipped his key to the flat into his pocket before heading up to the main unit on the roof. He whistled a little tune to himself as he climbed the stairs, the hand in his pocket playing with the metal key Ianto had given him a few months before. They'd long figured out that they slept better when they shared a bed -- hell, Jack was actually sleeping regularly for the first time since, oh, probably WW II -- and they were basically living together now.
It was nice, having a place and someone to go back to at the end of the day instead of a cot under his office.
The air was already hot against his bare chest when he eased the rooftop door open, and he knew it would only get worse once the sun rose. He could smell burned out parts as he crossed barefoot over to the main unit, frowning when he noticed that the unit was smoking slightly. He jimmied the cover off the unit and waved the smoke out of his face, coughing a little. Three of the parts he could see were completely useless, but it didn't look like the unit was on fire. He sighed and snapped the cover back on, making sure it was fastened tight before heading back down.
The apartment was already ten degrees hotter than it was when he unlocked the front door. He was digging in the closet when he heard Ianto's sleepy voice calling out for him from the bedroom.
"'S hot," Ianto complained sleepily when Jack re-entered the bedroom, kicking the comforter off the bed.
"Air's broken," Jack replied, plugging in a small portable fan by the bedroom. "Completely FUBAR."
"Fubar?" Ianto asked, sitting up a little.
"Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition," Jack explained. A little slang he'd picked up from the American forces doing WWII the second time around. "They're going to have to install a whole new unit." He switched the fan on, angling it to blow across the bed before going over to throw the windows open wide.
He turned to face the bed, grinning when he saw Ianto sprawled across the mattress, the thin bed sheet slung low over his hips in an attempt at modesty, dark hair falling over his forehead. He cracked one eye open and held a hand out to him.
Jack lost the pants and slid into bed next to Ianto, taking his hand and scooting just close enough to enjoy being next to Ianto but far enough away so that the body heat wasn't overpowering. Ianto closed leaned in his head a little, smiling softly as he drifted off back to sleep. The Captain smiled back and leaned in to press his mouth softly against Ianto's.
"Mmm, too hot," Ianto informed him.
The older man laughed. "How about tonight we rent out a hotel room, go in late to work on Monday?"
"Sounds fantastic."
"I'll call in the morning," he said, feeling his eyes grow heavy.
If Ianto replied to him, he missed it when he dropped off to sleep, holding onto his lover's hand.
horizonssing Challenge: Day Twenty-ThreeDate Written: 7/30/08
Rating: PG-13/T for the picture at least
Word Count: 626
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Season 02/DW 04 to be safe.
Warnings: Fluff
Author Notes: For
totally4ryo, WHO HAS NO A/C. WTF, mate?
The air conditioner in Ianto's flat went out at exactly 02:38 on Sunday morning. Jack knew this for a fact because the sudden silence flooding the apartment awoke him out of his light doze.
He crawled out of bed, carefully disentangling himself from Ianto and chuckled softly when the younger man let out a little moan of loss in his sleep. Jack smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead softly, touching Ianto's face softly before pulling away and snagging his pants off the floor.
Jack was by no means any sort of mechanic, but he knew his way around enough technology to wing it. He slipped his key to the flat into his pocket before heading up to the main unit on the roof. He whistled a little tune to himself as he climbed the stairs, the hand in his pocket playing with the metal key Ianto had given him a few months before. They'd long figured out that they slept better when they shared a bed -- hell, Jack was actually sleeping regularly for the first time since, oh, probably WW II -- and they were basically living together now.
It was nice, having a place and someone to go back to at the end of the day instead of a cot under his office.
The air was already hot against his bare chest when he eased the rooftop door open, and he knew it would only get worse once the sun rose. He could smell burned out parts as he crossed barefoot over to the main unit, frowning when he noticed that the unit was smoking slightly. He jimmied the cover off the unit and waved the smoke out of his face, coughing a little. Three of the parts he could see were completely useless, but it didn't look like the unit was on fire. He sighed and snapped the cover back on, making sure it was fastened tight before heading back down.
The apartment was already ten degrees hotter than it was when he unlocked the front door. He was digging in the closet when he heard Ianto's sleepy voice calling out for him from the bedroom.
"'S hot," Ianto complained sleepily when Jack re-entered the bedroom, kicking the comforter off the bed.
"Air's broken," Jack replied, plugging in a small portable fan by the bedroom. "Completely FUBAR."
"Fubar?" Ianto asked, sitting up a little.
"Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition," Jack explained. A little slang he'd picked up from the American forces doing WWII the second time around. "They're going to have to install a whole new unit." He switched the fan on, angling it to blow across the bed before going over to throw the windows open wide.
He turned to face the bed, grinning when he saw Ianto sprawled across the mattress, the thin bed sheet slung low over his hips in an attempt at modesty, dark hair falling over his forehead. He cracked one eye open and held a hand out to him.
Jack lost the pants and slid into bed next to Ianto, taking his hand and scooting just close enough to enjoy being next to Ianto but far enough away so that the body heat wasn't overpowering. Ianto closed leaned in his head a little, smiling softly as he drifted off back to sleep. The Captain smiled back and leaned in to press his mouth softly against Ianto's.
"Mmm, too hot," Ianto informed him.
The older man laughed. "How about tonight we rent out a hotel room, go in late to work on Monday?"
"Sounds fantastic."
"I'll call in the morning," he said, feeling his eyes grow heavy.
If Ianto replied to him, he missed it when he dropped off to sleep, holding onto his lover's hand.
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But I did post porn last night and fic this morning. *points down*
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anyway. Lovely little fic. I love Jack's thoughts on Ianto as he goes to see if he can fix the ac. very nice.
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And well, I needed a little explanation about why Jack had a key. *laughs*
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Well it's certainly better than the "TW has keys to all employees' flats" that most people use. I approve. :)
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Makes my day!!!!!!
When the AC dies call # 1 repair man call #2 hotel
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Forgot to say YAY Gracie's back!!!!!
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And I had to turn the AC up when I was writing this one. *laughs*
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Besides, if having no AC produces ficcys like this, then let me forget about getting that portable AC unit one of these weeks!
And BOO! I miss Gracie... :(
(but so glad you made it home safely)
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And I miss you too! *sniffle*
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fucking uber beyond all reason~
XD
ps... i also dont have AC... and i live in Cali...;___;
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No AC. How do you people live, honestly?
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The Britsh are crazy.
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100 in temperature almost makes me wish for snow, but only a little bit.
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(and you managed to time it just while we in the UK are coming to the end of a few weeks where having A/C might actually have been nice... it is mostly just offices and restaurants that have it round here)
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British people are crazy. ;)
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Meanwhile, it's over 80 (Fahrenheit) at one AM here.
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And I wouldn't know what to without A/C! Its so hot in the summer here.
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And agreed. I'd just die.