Title: Reap Your Reward
By: lou-poo-magoo
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One shot written for TWWC #1, Jack needs a small favour but Ianto doesnt want to... cant say anymore!

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TWWC #1: Reap Your Reward (fluff + 1st fic!)

"You can't make me do that!" Ianto cried, sitting on the Captain's desk.

"I believe I can" said Jack, adding with a devilish grin "it's an order"

"No way! That's filthy!"

"Oh, it's not that bad" Jack pouted and grabbed the other man's hand. "Just really quick."

"I'm not even sure if physically I can do that"

"It's fine, it's fine, you just need to crawl through the vent and grab my keys, they are only a metre or two in"

"That'll ruin my suit"

"I guess you'll just have to take it off then" His grin widened as his arms snaked around Ianto's waist.

"And how is it that you're not going in there"

"My shoulders are too broad" Jack gave Ianto a cheeky wink then a small slap on the bum, "Hurry up, I've got a surprise for you when you get out, and the sooner you do it the sooner you can reap your reward." Suggestively he leant forward, revealing his perfectly white teeth and a sexy smirk.

Muttering obscenities under his breath Ianto removed his jacket, vest and tie, then, once he had finished rolling up his sleeves, he slowly climbed into the vent's shaft, feeling completely exposed with his butt poking out in the air. The look on Jack's face, he could only imagine, as he squirmed into the restrictively small vent's duct.

Wading his way through dust bunnies and inexplicable stains, he finally was able to reach the silver, set of keys. With a neat chink, his fingers secured the tiny, bits of metal against his palm, allowing Ianto to wriggle out of the vent and receive his prize.

"This better be good" He mumbled as he dropped the keys into his Captain's hand.

"Oh I think you will like it" He grinned.

Seemingly from no where, Jack pulled out his own favourite striped mug, steaming with a mysterious brown fluid.

"Hot chocolate?" The suited man raised an eyebrow.

"But it's special hot chocolate"

"How come?"

"'Cos I made it"

"...seriously?" the Welshman questioned in disbelief.

"Mmm-hhmmm, well it was that instant powdered stuff you get fro-"

"you mean I ruined a shirt climbing through a vent to get your keys and my reward is hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, but I made it" Ianto grabbed the cup from Jack's hand and slammed it onto the desk behind them, ramming the two of them against the hard wooden surface, their hips swayed in rhythmical movements, a dance they had become to know all too well.

Swiftly, Ianto began to undo each of the older man's buttons at a rapid speed, his fingers glided down blue cotton, expertly removing each plastic disk from its cloth confines. Finally he was able to pull the shirt over Jack's strong broad shoulders and began work on the increasingly irritating belt buckle that glinted in the dim light between his fingers. The buckle refused to release its grasp on it's leather strap and instead struggled against Ianto's strong digits, until finally it loosened leaving the pant button it concealed, vulnerable and open.

Flustered Jack managed to gasp, "god, Yan, what are you doing?"

Ianto replied in a low whisper, his voice thick with lust "Reaping my reward."

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