***POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING. So mild sort of dubious consent because Ianto is really rough with Jack in a way that could be seen as non-consensual. But I should make it clear that I'm calling it "sort of" dubious consent because Jack in no way feels coerced/manipulated, threatened or scared in any way. He's actually really into Ianto being dominant and rough (he's usually shy and insecure unless he's angry) but Jack also doesn't have a rape/sexual assault fetish so technically its a bit non-consensual at first. Obviously, Ianto doesn't actually cross the line and do the unforgivable to Jack and there's a hurt/comfort moment for the pair but I thought I'd put a warning in place first. I'd also say there's light BDSM in here too (restraint) but this wasn't a planned BDSM session so yeah slight dubious consent***
To say Ianto Jones is angry is an extreme understatement, because Ianto is furious and the reason is Captain Jack Harkness.
The Welshman storms into his flat, slamming the front door in Jack’s face and making his way to his kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey.
The front door opens a few seconds later and Jack closes it quietly behind him, following his lover to the kitchen and leaning against the kitchen counter. Ianto ignores him and takes a long gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle; silently fuming at the immortal in front of him.
Jack sighs loudly before mentally counting to ten in his head, “Ianto …”
“Don’t, Jack.”
“Ianto, I know I messed up but …”
Ianto laughs bitterly, “Messed up? Messed up? You were fucking another man. That’s not an ‘I messed up’ situation, Jack!”
Jack sighs loudly, rubbing a hand across his face as he acknowledges what Ianto is saying and realising that whatever he says is not going to fix the situation.
“You said you wanted casual, Ianto. And then you said you wanted space so I thought we were done.”
“Oh my fucking god, seriously? You said we should keep it casual, I just agreed because you don’t do exclusive. And I ask for space so you decide to jump into bed with the nearest warm body? Christ, Jack, it’s the anniversary of my dad’s death. You wanted sex and I wasn’t really in the mood, you know, given what day it is.”
“Did you tell me that? Look, I’m not perfect, I know that. So is it really surprising that I thought you were calling it quits?”
“Did I say I was? Because I’m not like you, Jack, all subtlety and double meanings, I would have just told you we were done.”
Ianto sighs softly, taking another long gulp of whiskey as the Captain stands there silently processing what Ianto is saying.
“What are we, Jack? Is Owen right? Am I just your part time shag?”
“No. Of course you’re not, Ianto. You don’t actually believe that, do you?” Jack asks carefully, reaching out to the younger man.
“Fuck off, Jack.” Ianto replies, slapping the Captain’s hand away. “If I’m more than just your part time shag then why were you having sex with someone else?”
“I … I don’t know, Ianto. I just wanted casual meaningless sex with anyone that wasn’t … you.” Jack replies softly, reaching out to Ianto once again.
“Bullshit, Jack. If you wanted to be more than casual with me, you could have asked. But if it’s meaningless sex you want, go find it somewhere else. Now we are done. You’re not the only person who can find someone to fuck in this city, Jack.”
The younger man storms past Jack to grab his coat and wallet, deciding that maybe the immortal is on to something; meaningless sex will definitely be better than having your heart broken.
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One Word Prompts {JackXIanto}
FanfictionA series of one word prompts. Can be read/skipped as not connected to each other (well except Lust and Love but they're only slightly connected haha) Also, this is still a W.I.P so if anyone has any prompts they'd like me to write, feel free to com...
