Title: Suitable Attire
Author: Captains Cariad
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Just a sneaky peak inside Ianto's wardrobe...
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine, but the boys like to play and so do I.
Summary: Ianto always likes to be suitably dressed whatever the occasion.

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Ianto emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped round his waist, steam escaping with him to mist the mirrored wardrobe doors. Resisting the urge to wipe the glass (that would inevitably lead to smears that he'd have to polish later) he slid the door aside and stood back, surveying the neat array of suits, shirts and ties before him.

Everything was carefully arranged by colour, so he could always make certain that his whole look was co-ordinated just so. He liked to be suitably attired. It set a good impression and it was good practice to wear clothing appropriate to the task in hand. At work, he favoured a suit — smart, efficient and apparently effortless whereas in a social setting he preferred to opt for a more casual, but well-groomed look.

It hadn't take long for Ianto to figure out that in Torchwood a suit was one of the simplest, but most versatile of tools. It could ensure him access to many areas otherwise out of bounds — it was amazing how people automatically presumed you had authority and didn't question you if you were properly dressed, but it could also provide the perfect camouflage allowing him to blend into the background and pass unnoticed.

To this end, Ianto knew the importance of a well-tailored suit. A suit should not only look good, but feel good too. It was all down to the cut and the fabric. The perfect suit should accentuate ones best features and feel fantastic against the skin. When a suit fits well it's like a second skin and should not only guarantee the wearer feel confident, but when required also act as well-crafted armour to hide behind.

Ianto Jones also knew the pleasures of a well-tailored suit. Thanks to one Captain Jack Harkness. The immortal made no secret of the fact that the sight of his young Welshman in a suit (and subsequently trying to get him out of it) gave him palpitations and Ianto was well aware that wearing the perfect suit could lead to all sorts of rewards. Said suit should be extremely tactile and have just enough buttons in order to provide a challenge to remove whilst not ruining the anticipation.

With this thought in mind, Ianto decided to go for Jack's favourite suit, which he'd had made for his last birthday. It was a bespoke three-piece affair, dark charcoal with a 'barely there' red pinstripe and blood red lining. He also selected the matching red shirt and a tie of dove grey silk with red and silver stripes. Red was, after all, his colour. Perfect.

Just as he was about to pluck his chosen outfit from the wardrobe, the bathroom door opened once again and he found himself enveloped by a gust of warm air and another waft of steam as a freshly showered Jack appeared behind him.

"Ooh, going to wear my favourite outfit, Yan?" Jack asked quirking an eyebrow quizzically as he rubbed his hair with a towel.

"I was intending to - yes." Ianto replied rolling his eyes and turning in a well-practised manner to catch Jack's towel before it had a chance to land on the floor rather than in the laundry basket.

"Only problem is," the Captain smirked, hands snaking round Ianto's hips to pull him closer, "I don't think it's entirely appropriate for what I have in mind."

"Really?" Ianto asked, bemused.

"Hmmm..." Jack leant in to meet Ianto's lips with his own, using the kiss to distract as his hands whipped the young man's towel away.

Jack grinned, "Now that's what I call suitable attire!"

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