Pobol y Ffaglcoedwig, by derryderrydown (NC-17)

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Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, ref to Ianto/Lisa
Length: 2,787 words
Author on LJ: derryderrydown
Author Website: Gildy Clobber
Why this must be read:

Most fandoms have stock situations — think Jim and Blair after the fountain, or Fraser and the Ray(s) of your choice in a Canadian shack.* I like to think of these stories as the fanfic equivalent of competitive skaters’ compulsory figures. Here, derryderrydown gives us her take on a Torchwood standard, Ianto-beds-Jack-to-keep-Lisa-hidden.

"I'm wandering," Jack said. After a moment, he added, "I don't sleep much."

"Oh," Ianto said blankly, and tried not to picture Jack wandering into Lisa's room. "Have you tried sleeping pills?"

A breath of laughter from Jack. "Even if they worked, I do okay on a couple of hours sleep. I like having the time to myself." He gave Ianto the openly appreciative smile that was already familiar. "Although you're always welcome to share my time."

And the solution to keeping Jack distracted and away from Lisa turned out to be painfully obvious. Embarrassing, maybe even humiliating, but obvious, so Ianto took the couple of steps back to Jack. "I'm not feeling very sleepy myself," he said.

"Weren't you in at eight this morning?"

Five, actually, but Ianto wasn't going to argue. Instead, he said, "You know how it is. Late at night. Suddenly feeling a bit, well, randy, actually."

And, immediately, Ianto had all Jack's attention. "Randy, huh?" he said and raised an eyebrow.

Ianto took a deep breath, leaned forward and kissed Jack. "Randy," he said, and he was suddenly slammed up against the wall and was being kissed.

Or maybe devoured.

At the end of it, he suspected he resembled a startled rabbit. Or more likely a terrified rabbit. A rabbit that'd had absolutely no idea what it was getting into and was maybe starting to regret it. Or perhaps, not regret it enough. Because, fuck, Jack was good at that.

Jack leaned up against him, thigh nudging between Ianto's and one hand stroking up and down his side, and Ianto really, really hoped that was a gun in Jack's pocket. "Tell me, Ianto," Jack murmured. "Am I just a convenient warm body?"

"Yes," Ianto blurted. Then his eyes widened. "That is, I mean, I li-"

Jack pulled away and grinned, blindingly bright. "Convenient warm body works for me." He took Ianto's hand and started walking away, tugging Ianto after him. "My bed's this way."

Witty dialogue, hot sex, and savory angst. This judge gives it a ten.

Pobol y Ffaglcoedwig

* Admittedly, this one has metastasized and is now a panfandom cliché, but it arguably could only have started in dueSouth.