Tequila blues
Feb. 28th, 2010 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgiaTitle: Tequila blues
Charaacters: Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-13
Word count: 1363
Spoilers: hummm, early in season two......
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters
Warning: Ianto is drunk.... funny....
Summary: What happens when a interrogation goes wrong... because tequila is involved... and Ianto Jones is drunk....
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frakkin_addict Deication: this is a birthday fic for the so precious and wonderful
thrace_adams (Yes I know I am very very late) *HUGS*Notes: I want to thanks the fabulous
frakkin_addict who has been courageous to tell me the truth about the first version: it was a shit. lol Thanks so much for your honesty. I want to thanks also freekydj for the help for the word I searched desperately... ;) Enjoy and comment please!!!!Tequila blues….
Ianto Jones stares at the toilet trying to focus on a better way to fall unconscious without breaking his skull against the ceramic floor. The bile inside his throat suddenly indicates that his nightmare is not over. In a painful spasm he feels his whole body shake and he pushes his head into the toilet: with a spectacular groan he purges everything. I am gonna die… Tears glisten in his eyes; he feels so weak. His body feels like it is being torn up inside… I want to die… The young man closes his eyes. Nothing matters anymore; he just wants to fall into the darkness to end this nightmare… Forever… The world around look likes it’s in a deep fog. I can’t remember anything…Why do I have the feeling that I did something very stupid…? His mind flies away; he remembers tequila… a lot of tequila... Toshiko and a stranger... Interrogation, tequila… then the Hub, but after that… Far away he can hear Bowie’s song:
“Ground control to Major Tom, your circuits dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you...
“I am dying…”
“No you aren’t, Ianto.”
A hand on his neck, a fresh wet cloth on his forehead like a moment of redemption; before fallen in the welcoming darkness, Ianto Jones sees worried blue eyes staring at him.
*******
Two hours before
At the sound of the cog door opening Jack raises his eyes. Two members of his team went, three hours ago, for a routine interrogation. It was just an ordinary case: a suburbanite claiming to have alien guns in his possession. Nothing to worry about. He sent Toshiko Sato and Ianto Jones; Owen and Gwen were needed at the Hub for an urgent case. The man sighs; he feels exhausted and just wants that day finished so that he can go to some dark bar and chase a good shag, or make love to Ianto. Toshiko is the first one to enter the Hub. She has a shy smile and doesn’t dare to look directly at him; Jack Harkness knows something’s wrong.
“So Tosh, how big was the alien gun?”
He teases, he always teases, because Captain Jack Harkness is a man who knows too well the price of life.
“Jack, actually he had a real alien gun. We have it. The problem is it was not easy to get any information from him. In fact, he wanted to play a little game for each piece of information he had…”
“What kind of game?”
But she doesn’t have time to answer, interrupted by a very staggering Ianto who enters the Hub. The normally elegant and dignified young man is now a perfect image of disorder; his tie is loosened and his shirt is half out of his trousers. But it’s the grin and naughty look on his face that grabs Jack’s attention; he has to restrain his cock from reacting to that view.
“TEQUILA!!!! TE.QUI.LA!!!!!!!!” Very drunk Ianto says loudly.
The yell takes everyone by surprise, interrupting their work.
Tosh continues. “For each answer, he ordered one of us to drink an ounce of tequila. And he had a lot of information…” Tosh explains in low voice, almost like an excuse.
“Yep, a LOT! Hooo wow, this place is so beautiful… I… You... Wow… Beau…ti..ful…”
The young man walks toward the others, each step putting him on the edge of falling. He has a smile on his face and sparkles dance in eyes.
“I… I am sorry Jack; I didn’t know what to do with him. So I brought him back here...”
Jack smiles softly at her; she understands she did well.
“Don’t be sorry, Tosh; you brought us some really funny recreation,” Owen says with a grin.
“Owen… Owen… Just want to tell you… If you search your COMPLETE alien vid porn collection… Well, there has been a little… little problem with…” Ianto says with an eye closed and finger pointed toward the medic.
“What? What kind?”
“Well, the kind of… ‘Oups! Look at that all gone in the incinerator’ accident…”
With an expression of horror, Owen looks at his teammate with confusion. This is the precise moment Owen understands that he must never underestimate the quiet ones. Beside him, his teammates try very hard to hide giggles; Gwen’s crystal laugh floats up like butterflies in the air.
“Gwen… You…” The young man squeezes her face in his hands. “You… Stop eating cookies at your desk… and leaving little bits of shit everywhere… I hate cleaning up… But it’s ok, you smell good…” And with more force than necessary he hugs the woman tightly and whispers in her ear, “Run to Rhys… Love is the most precious thing…”
Jack Harkness looks at the scene in front of him with a grin. He really enjoys what he sees: even in his drunk state, the young man keeps his dignity, tries to stay polite. But even more, the way Ianto’s trousers embrace his perfect arse blazes up his own groin. Captain Jack Harkness is aroused. Ianto Jones you shouldn’t be so sexy when you are drunk… Take care… Oh yes, Captain Jack Harkness enjoys very much the scene in front of him.
“So, the interrogation went well I see.” Jack says, restraining himself from devouring Ianto’s gorgeous Welsh lips.
“Yes, we brought the gun. From what I can tell from the inscriptions on it, I think it’s a language from…” But Toshiko’s sentence is cut off by an enthusiastic Ianto.
“Sir, you should have seen her: she was sooooooooooooo professional…” The young man turns himself, leaning dangerously on the edge of the platform, all the team moving at the same moment to catch him. “I AM ALRIGHT!” Ianto says, arms in the air. “Like I said… Tosh… What a gorgeous prof… professional… woman… sexy… sex….Hummm...” The young man closes his eyes for a moment, swaying harshly in front and behind. “I think I need coffee…Yup… coff… Anyone want one?” And with these words Ianto Jones walks with conviction toward the stairs.
Before anyone has time to stop him, the too drunk young man climbs the stairs in front of him. The fall is sudden and not completely lacking in grace. Owen is the first to arrive beside him. For a moment, the young man doesn’t move; he looks like death. Then, a moan escapes his lips and with a painful voice and an arm in the air he declares with faint conviction: “I’m alright… No worries…”
When he finally stands up, pushing the helping hands away, he looks with horror and indignation in front of him.
“WHO? Who… who stole my coffee machine…? JACK!!!!”
In few steps the older man is beside him, grasping his arms gently with both hands. He tries to repress the smile which tickles his lips; at the sight of his lover’s indignant expression, Jack just wants to laugh and hold him firmly.
“Ianto, please, calm down, the machine is not stolen…”
“Jack…” Ianto stares at the others with suspicious looks, leans onto his captain and murmurs in his ear, “There is a thief in this place…” Then he falls to the ground, unconscious.
Even when Jack takes him delicately in his strong arms like a fragile porcelain doll, Ianto Jones has no reaction. Behind them, on the other side of the wall, the coffee machine stands proudly.
***********
Six hours later
Jack Harness watches as the young man sleeps. He brought him to his flat and took care of him despite his faint protestations. Now, his lover is lying on the bed, his perfect arse beautifully curled under the cover. In others circumstances he’d certainly have jumped in the bed with sexual intentions. But now, he just smiles and watches his lover sleep.
“Jones Ianto Jones you are a surprising man…”
Then, the image of Ianto’s outraged face springs up in his mind and the man bursts out laughing. A fireball consumes him tenderly. Thoughts of darkened bars and one-night stands are the furthest things from his mind. At this exact moment he knows what happiness is and he wouldn’t change his place for anything in the world.
FIN
Thrace, I know you wanted action Ianto but I hope this one was ok for you... HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! XXXXXXX
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