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Title: Consequences
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Ianto, Jack
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Ianto is punishing Jack ...
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M/M kissing
Rating: PG

Written for day twenty two of the [info]redismycolour Winter Challenge

Ianto neatly sidestepped out of Jack's way as he went to kiss him and Jack's lips met nothing but air.

“Oh come on Ianto, surely you're not going to keep me to this ridiculous punishment?” Jack pouted.

“I warned you, you can't say I didn't.”

“I never thought you were serious.”

“I'd have thought you would have known be better than that by now, Sir.” Ianto smirked.

“Oh no, that's not fair. You can't put me on a no kissing or touching ban for a week and then call me Sir.”

“You should have thought of that before you called me 'Darling' and 'Sweetheart' in front of Owen.”

“You knew I only did it to wind him up.” Jack pouted some more.

“Yeah, but you didn't think through the consequences, did you?”

“Well, I must admit I never thought he'd start calling you 'Honey'.” Jack replied, with the decency to look a little guilty.

“And now you have to live with your punishment.”

“But there's still three days to go, do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?”

“Yes Sir, very ... hard ... I imagine.” Ianto told him straight faced, then turned and walked away before Jack saw his expression turn into a huge grin.

“Shit.” Jack muttered to himself as he walked up to his office well aware of the twitching that Ianto's last comment was causing in his trousers.

Ianto made it to the archives before he chuckled to himself, but as much as he wouldn't admit it to Jack going without so much as a kiss meant he was torturing himself as well.

Judging by the effect his last comment had had on himself he could only imagine what state Jack was in, he tried to ignore the slight tightening of his trousers and he got on with his work.

In an attempt to distract himself Jack was watching the main hub through the glass wall of his office, Owen was sat at his workstation probably trying to bypass Tosh's latest innovation to stop him downloading porn.

Tosh was at her computer with her glasses perched on her nose looking like she was totally engrossed in something complicated, his eyes swept the hub looking for Gwen.

Gwen was balanced on a chair trying to string something up over the old battered sofa, it took Jack a few minutes to realise it was mistletoe.

As he watched her something like a plan began to form in his head, soon after he grabbed his coat and ran from the hub leaving the others with bemused looks on their faces.

It was some time before Ianto emerged from the archives again, only Tosh was still about and she was still deeply engrossed in whatever she was doing on her computer.

“Where's Jack?” Ianto asked her as he put on his coat.

“No idea, ran out of here without a word a couple of hours ago.”

“No one thought to contact him?”

“No, nothing happened so we just left him to whatever it was.” Tosh shrugged.

“Okay, well I'm off home now.”

“Night Ianto.” She replied, distracted again.

The short journey home held no surprises, what he didn't expect to see however was the SUV parked outside his flat.

He climbed from his car and stared up at the front door, took a deep breath and walked up the short flight of steps towards them.

Jack had a key, so it wasn't a shock that he had got into the flat but he was a little concerned as to what Jack was up to, after their short conversation earlier.

Ianto slid the key in the lock and turned it slowly before pushing the door open as quietly as possible, there was no light on in the hall.

He fumbled in the dark for the switch and got a bit of a shock them the hallway was illuminated, there, hanging from every inch of the ceiling was bunches of mistletoe.

The shock wore off to become amusement, would Jack really have gone this far to get a kiss? And just how far had he gone, was his whole flat decorated the same way?

Ianto walked down the hallway and glanced in the kitchen, yep it was adorned in the same way. Taking a deep breath he glanced into the bedroom, more bunches of mistletoe hung from it's ceiling.

There was only one place Jack could be, pushing open the living room door he found it to be softly lit by half a dozen candles but there was no mistaking that there was yet more mistletoe hanging in abundance from the ceiling.

Jack was stood in the middle of the room holding something in his hands with a look on his face that wasn't quite a smirk, but also wasn't quite a 'sorry'.

Ianto moved closer and had to chuckle when Jack held out what was in his hands to him, it was his favourite blend of coffee with a red ribbon wrapped around it.

“Well, I knew you wouldn't appreciate roses.” Jack let himself grin.

“It's a start.” Ianto replied dryly.

“You know that's mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, right?”

How could I miss it, I hope you're not expecting me to removed it when it dies?”

“Ianto, I'm trying to say sorry here, be romantic and all you ..”

Ianto cut him off. “Be honest Jack, your trying to get a snog?”

“Well, both actually but ...”

Ianto cut him off again, but this time his lips were used to kiss him softly.

“There, happy.” Ianto chuckled.

“Are you trying to make me beg?” Jack asked feeling a little deflated.

“Not at all, Sir.” Ianto replied, his hand moving to cup Jack's crotch before kissing him hard and pulling him down on the sofa.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” Jack panted some time later.

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“If I can spend tomorrow calling you 'Sugar Bunny' in front of Owen!”

As Jack's jaw dropped in disbelief Ianto took advantage and chuckled against Jack's mouth as he's tongue slid between his lips.

The End

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