Christmas 15/? - Christmas Wrapping

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Title: Christmas 15/? - Christmas Wrapping
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters For Series: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Toshiko
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Ianto ponders over dinner ...
Spoilers: None
Warnings For Series: Fluff, Smut, Madness ...
Rating: PG13

A/N A series of Christmas and New Year fics, all inspired by the wonderful prompts i have been given. This was meant to be 12 fics long but it appears to have evolved into something longer and now the intention is to post one a day for the whole of December ... what have i talked myself into! The Prompt list is here: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/121341.html#cutid1 And this fic was inspired by a prompts from iantos_first  and quaintheart

Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/124506.html#cutid1

Ianto was beginning to wish he hadn't asked Jack to help him wrap the Christmas presents, they had shopped for them together which wasn't as much of a nightmare as he imagined to be but Jack had become bored after only wrapping two presents and was driving him to distraction.

Wrapping the festive paper around yet another present Ianto asked Jack to pass him the sellotape, looking up when it failed to materialise he found that Jack had used it to pull his face into what resembled the Joker's face from Batman.

“Jack.” He sighed “The faster we get this done, the quicker we can do something else.”

“I'm bored.” Jack pouted.

“I knew I should have done this myself, it would have been quicker in the long run.”

“But I wanted to help.”

“Which is good, if your idea of helping wasn't so much helping to wrap or passing me sticky tape as needed but playing with said tape and wasting more than I've actually used.”

“We could stop and finish them tomorrow?”

“No, there's only half a dozen left to wrap now and I might as well finish.”

“Okay, I'll help properly and then you can reward me?” Jack asked hopefully.

“More like I should punish you for being such a pain.”

“That works too.” Jack smirked.

Ianto couldn't help but grin as he turned his attention back to the present he was wrapping, then realised Jack still hadn't given him some tape.

“Tape Jack.” He said as he looked up again and found Jack with a piece dangling from his fingers.

“Happy?” Jack asked a touch sarcastically.

“Without your fingerprints all over it would be better, takes away the stickiness.”

“You're obsessed!”

“Obsessed?”

“Yeah, when I was using my teeth to break it you moaned I was getting it covered in saliva and now I'm cutting it with the scissors like a good boy you don't want me to touch it with my fingers. Just tell me how to do it how I won't mess it up and I shall do so.”

“It's not hard Jack ...”

“Well, actually it is.” Jack grinned looking down at his crotch.

“Jack.” Ianto warned. “Just cut it with the scissors and then pass it to me holding the very edge.”

“Whatever!”

They sat wordlessly as they finished wrapping the presents, Ianto just holding out a hand each time he needed tape and Jack passed it to him as requested. When all the presents were wrapped and labelled Ianto piled them under his tree and collected up all the small pieces of waste paper and headed to the kitchen to put in the recycling bin.

When he returned to the living room a few minutes later he burst out laughing, he couldn't help himself. Jack had stripped down to his briefs, was lying on the floor and was desperately trying to bite the through cellotape he had wrapped around his wrists and the leg of the coffee table using his mouth.

“What on earth are you trying to do?” Ianto asked before chuckling loudly.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, sticky tape bondage but it didn't think about the fact it would pull so much on the little hairs on the back of my wrists.”

Ianto moved closer but made no attempt to try and release him, instead he reached down with both hands and whipped Jack's briefs off in one fluid motion and took a moment to drink in the sight of a naked Jack powerless on his floor.

“Seems like a good idea to me.” Ianto smirked as he began to unbutton his trousers.

The End.

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