d8rkmessngr | Fic: Monday: Making Lists (Slash, Janto, PG 1/1) (Reply)

-hangs head in shame- I think it'll be Monday after all. This episode, while boring (and I adore Owen so it's saying something) needs to loop in tightly with the nxt episode. Plus, I'm finding out being off pain meds wasn't a great thing as I thought. -sighing-

Anyway, so chapter 31 Monday, but in the meantime, I thought another apology ficlet is in order. I'm hoping it turned out okay. I'd tried to check it over and over, but...well...I'll leave it at your mercies, sweeties. Tamer than most and more fluff than slash, I'm afraid...

Title: Monday: Making Lists
Author: d8rkmessngr
Rating: PG, complete
Summary: Sometimes ordinary can be extraordinary.
Warning: fluff
Spoilers: none
Series: Days of the Week
Author's Note: Yes, what first was an apology ficlet has now become a series…
Disclaimer: TW is owned by RTD and BBC. Just borrowing custody for a tick.

1. Pick up lemon pastries. Pick up M&Ms if found as well.
1. Inspect Tourist office. Be sure to examine the pamphlets to see if Jack and Owen had circled all the sex shops again in all the courtesy maps.
1. Wake up Jack because he most likely fell asleep on his desk Sunday night.
1. Make sure Jack knows he's not wrong.
1. Fax form 34R-98 summarizing Rift activity to UNIT. Wait for response.
1. Refax form 34R-98 to UNIT. Then form 34R-98B explaining why 34R-98 was refaxed without divulging that it was because it was their idiot receptionist mucking up on Monday morning again for the past eight weeks. The last one was far superior. It was a shame a Hoatex ate her three months ago. Pity.
1. Make the coffee.
1. Make Jack's coffee.
1. Put salt in Owen's coffee for his insensitive remark that he didn't know Tosh had overheard. (See Jack's note attached pre-approving the course of action)
1. Get Jack his coffee because a decaffeinated Harkness is a frightening thing to behold.
1. Fend off Jack's gratitude for his coffee. Remind him it's harassment. Then make sure Jack knows he's not wrong again.
1. Buy flowers for Tosh. As per Jack's recommendation, sign it 'Secret Admirer'. Observe Owen's reaction.
1. Get breakfast to Jack because he probably forgot dinner again last night. Remove his coffee if necessary if he doesn't even look at the tray. Prepare to run. Very fast.
1. Feed the pterodactyl and the Weevils.
1. Check the generators for power stability.
1. Refill the brochures in the Tourist office.
1. Toss out the take away containers and candy wrappers on Owen's desk. And the adult magazines. And the comic books.
1. Check for alien body parts stored in fridge. If found, return to Autopsy. Then grease Owen's chair. Loosen the screws to his chair. Adhere bonding glue to his mug handle and keyboard.
1. Turn on all workstations. Doublecheck if Tosh's was turned off, if not LEAVE IT ALONE or suffer the wrath of Ms. Toshiko Sato.
1. Check if Jack ate his breakfast. If he hasn't, threaten, bribe, until he does. Do NOT offer to sit on his lap again. Not productive. Ever. Plus the chair cannot sustain that much weight or motion.
1. Make sure Jack knows he's not wrong; he doesn't need to be fixed.
"What are you doing?"

Ianto looked up, his left arm automatically sliding forward to shield the list from Jack's curious eyes as he peered over Ianto's right shoulder.

"List of tasks," Ianto managed, blinking at the close proximity of Jack's mouth. The heady, musky, spicy scent that was distinctively Jack swam around him. Ianto swallowed.

"For Monday," he added. Look away, look away, he told himself. Otherwise, it would just be like last week. He had Jack on the table, Jack had him on the couch, then he had Jack on the kitchen counter, up against the fridge, by the shoe rack, on the rug, in front of the telly…They both called in sick Monday—it was the first time even Jack complained he was sore—and he had to suffer Owen's snickering for the rest of the week when he went to get a salve for the carpet burns on his knees.

Jack's blue eyes were bright and clearly impressed. "You have to teach me that. Maybe I wouldn't have so much to do on Sundays then," Jack bemoaned. He straightened, pulling away much to Ianto's relief/disappointment. He fixed his cuffs, reluctant to leave, just like every Sunday late afternoon.

"If you do them regularly everyday," Ianto pointed out. "You wouldn't have a backlog on Sundays."

"You wound me," Jack pouted as he brushed his hands down his sleeves to straighten them.

"Doubtful," Ianto scoffed. He folded the list and pocketed it. "Maybe making a list would benefit you though," Ianto mused. "A little organization could benefit us both."

"Oh?" Jack's brow furrowed.

Ianto rose from his seat and stood chest to chest with Jack. He smoothed a hand across Jack's shoulder, savoring the coarse feel of wool from the greatcoat. Durable, thick, yet still vulnerable with its wood fastenings on thread; Jack in an anthology of wool, buttons and collar.

"You wouldn't have to leave every Sunday then," Ianto murmured. Jack's eyes darkened, his throat stretched as Jack leaned forward and nuzzled his jaw. No kiss, just warm, moist breath that simply embodied Jack's irrepressible life.

"Mm," Jack hummed as his lips drifted along Ianto's jawline. "Food for thought. I hate leaving here Sunday." His arms snaked around Ianto's middle. Jack took another step, his open coat draped over Ianto in an inviting cocoon.

Ianto toyed with Jack's belt buckle, his fingers tracing the profile of the flies. He squeezed gently the swell he found. Jack whimpered.

"Do you have to go now?" Ianto lowered his voice. He bit back a smile when he felt Jack press into his cupped hand. Ianto's other hand wandered and he palmed a pert round buttock cheek. He squeezed and Jack buried his face into the crook of his neck.

"I don't really need to be there yet."

Before Ianto could react, Jack pushed Ianto back. They fell heavily on top of Ianto's desk, Jack's groin pressing into his hip, Ianto's greedy hands dipping into the back of Jack's pants, his fingers stroking and dipping into that tight entrance until Jack was mewling. And Ianto proceeded to show Jack number four, eleven and twenty one on his list again and again.

On Monday, Ianto was quick to complete the first task. Quite successfully, in fact; he found not just the pastries, but also an omelet sandwich he was sure Jack would enjoy.

When he opened up the Information center, however, Ianto found a folded paper standing like a tent over his keyboard. Jack's firm penmanship tattooed a post-it stuck on his monitor.

'Took a page from the Jones' Manual of Organization'

Ianto chuckled as he plucked the paper and unfolded it.
1. Watch CCTV for Ianto to walk in from the Plass. ~~Note anyone checking him out to retcon later.~~
1. Excavate Ianto's tonsils when he comes into the office to wake you up.
1. Inspect Ianto's suit to see if it adheres to Torchwood dress code. Take particular care to examine the trousers' inseam from the inside.
1. Ogle when Ianto roll up his sleeves to make the coffee.
1. Leer when Ianto bends down to get the special coffee.
1. Thank Ianto for the coffee.
1. Drink coffee. Repeat above step.
1. Ignore the breakfast when brought in. You're not hungry yet.
1. Watch CCTV when Ianto feeds the Weevils. (He takes off his jacket for this.)
1. Pretend not to see Ianto sabotage Owen's desk. Offer assistance if necessary.
1. Convince Ianto to sit on your lap in exchange of eating breakfast.
1. Requisite a new office chair.
1. Requisite a new desk blotter.
1. Reimburse for dry-cleaning Ianto's tie.
1. And Ianto's shirt.
1. Make a point to show Ianto how much it means to you he's here to share life; that he's here as proof to you that life is worth living. Show him bending over the desk.
1. Up against the ladder.
1. By the coat rack.
1. On the bunk.
1. In the shower.
1. Cancel team meeting for this afternoon.
1. Send everyone home early. (Except Ianto)
Ianto knew there was a huge smile on his face, a rather silly one that wouldn't go away as he pocketed Jack's list and took the list down to the Hub. He ignored everything, walked by the coffee machine, the workstations and straight to Jack's office.

Sure enough, Jack's head was on top of the stack of paperwork that never shrank, only multiply. Ianto sat at the edge of the desk, his hand carding through Jack's hair. He did it carefully, not wanting to startle his captain out from rare sleep. But gently, soothing him out of darkness ad memory, coaxing him and letting him know with the tender massage by his fingers that it was safe to venture back into light.

And as he hoped, Jack woke with a sigh, his bleary eyes already seeking out Ianto, smiling sleepily when found.

"Got your list," Ianto murmured, not pulling his hand away. Jack tilted his face up towards him.

"And?" Jack invited. His voice was the drowsy burr Ianto enjoyed hearing every morning.

Ianto pretended to think, his fingers pausing, restarting again when Jack's head bumped against his hand when the massage stopped.

"It's a good start," Ianto finally said. "There are some things that will need to be reprioritized though."

Jack furrowed his brow. "Oh?" He lifted his head and sat up.

Ianto pulled out Jack's list and waved it in front of him. "Sixteen to twenty," Ianto told him very seriously as Jack reviewed his list. As Jack's brow rose, his eyes growing smoky with anticipation, Ianto added, "I believe they should go first on the list." He jumped off the desk, his hip touching Jack's shoulder. "The very top of the list," Ianto stressed.

Jack looked up at Ianto. Very deliberately, Jack folded the list and slipped it into Ianto's front trouser pocket, his hand slipping in deep enough until his fingers could move a little to the side and—Good Lord.

"I'll take that to advisement, Mr. Jones," Jack breathed before he stood up as well.

The paperwork again did not get completed.

The End.