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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 2, 2011 19:20:12 GMT -5
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”They would have done the same,” Ianto said, letting the faintest smirk spread across his face because a part of him really did believe the compliment John had just given him. But Ianto didn’t exactly believe Johns’ next words. He knew John should have qualified them with a ‘right away.’ He didn’t kill those he liked right away. ”And do you like me?” he asked. Hey, it was a legitimate question—that could possibly be taken the wrong way but whatever. Ianto just wanted to know what the odds were that he was going to make it through this night alive.
And Ianto couldn’t help but chuckle at John’s Jack comment. Jack was an especial man who didn’t fall into any categories that had been or could ever be created. And that was the very reason that Ianto was trying so hard not to cave into John. Someone like Jack was worth holding onto, even if it meant remaining chaste when Jack might not be returning the favor.
Then, John, quite rightly, began to complain. He wasn’t the only one who was starting to feel grumpy. Ianto had no idea how long they had been stuck there (his stop watch was very inconveniently not on hum at the moment) but he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to stand it much longer. ”How am I supposed to know?” he retorted. He knew a lot of things but none of those things included how long it took to fix a broken Ferris wheel.
But just because he couldn’t give John an answer to that, it didn’t mean he couldn’t help him with his other problem. ”Stop complaining and stand up and move around,” he said, friendly advice, and the answer he was sure John hadn’t been wanting. Ianto let his gaze slowly move back towards his companion. He let a devilish smirk cross his face. ”Or we could…” Ianto trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows. If John was going to play mind games with him, Ianto could return the favor
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Post by nyx on Mar 5, 2011 13:45:54 GMT -5
 John pouted. "They so would not have." And...that did a really good job of making him sound like a petulant child, didn't it? He very nearly sighed. Despite how he often chose to act, John wasn't a child. John had never really been a child, not that he could remember, and he didn't really fancy starting being one now, because that might mess up what he'd gained so far knowledge wise about the world and about aliens and about sex. Where did he stand if he lost all of that?
He tipped his head to the side, looking at him with a thoughtful, yet serious look in his eyes. "Do I like you?" he repeated slowly, before pursing his lips, nodding his head. "Y'know what? I think I do. Have no inclination to kill you or hurt you or do anything unpleasent to you at all. And you're cute and funny." Was he meant to say more? John wasn't sure, and couldn't really be bothered to come up anymore. The words he did say were already silky and charmingly seductive. He could be that, of course he could. You didn't survive long in a life like his if you were blunt and crude all of the time.
"Cos you're human," he said plainly, "You live on this planet. You've been on this thingy, or a thingy like this before. I ain't." There. That was a brilliant reason, if he did say so himself. And then he pouted, again. "Don't wanna..." he said slowly, before curving his lips up into a grin, arching an eyebrow coyly. "Oh, I can certainly think of a few ways that 'we' could make my ass less numb. But...all too refined for a goody two shoes, like yourself. Shame."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 5, 2011 15:20:26 GMT -5
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Ianto couldn’t argue with John there, since he was of the opinion that the others would not have been so speedy in trying to save everyone else. And he also wasn’t about to complain about John liking him. If that was what was currently keeping him alive, John could like him as much as the Captain desired to like him. ”That’s good to know,” Ianto said, letting the faintest smile appear on his face, ”Please keep that in mind the next time your temper may get the better of you when you’re around me.” Ianto, for one, did not want to be thrown off of some roof because he, unlike Jack, wouldn’t be coming back to life.
That was a brilliant reason only in John’s fantasy world. ”That doesn’t mean anything. I’ve never been on one that’s broken down before, and I have more important things to read up on than the engineering behind Ferris wheels.” Although, Ianto was going to make a mental note to himself to check up on that when he got back home…just in case something like this were to ever happen to him again. Why didn’t it surprise Ianto when John so bluntly refused his sound advice? John seemed incapable of making things simple for the young man.
Ianto could stand John trying to get into his pants but he couldn’t stand an insult from the other man, especially when the insult wasn’t exactly true. Before Ianto could even think about what he was doing, he was up on his feet and taking the few steps over to where John was. ”That is most certainly not true, Captain John Hart,” he said, grabbing the man’s hand and lifting him up to his feet, ”I am not a goody two shoes, and I am nobody’s toy, and I’m starting to grow sick and tired of your insults.”
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Post by nyx on Mar 5, 2011 16:38:15 GMT -5
Yep, no argument. John may not have spent much time watching Jack's little crew (or paying attention to them, or really caring about them at all) beyond noticing whether they were pretty and the fact there was no blonde, but he was a good judge of character. You had to be, to live in this live. You really had to. And yes, he hadn't been lying. He did like Eye Candy. For being cute, even if those Stop Watch comments and the whole blaming him before shoving Jack beneath the ground and threatening to kill him...Actually, he didn't have much reason to like the human, did he? Damn. He hated logic...so ignored it. He'd probably have changed his mind by the morning anyway.
"I will. It's rude to lose my temper around people I don't know, isn't it?" he said smoothly, with yet another charming smile. And then pouted afresh as his own brand of reality was shot down by the human's. "And? Still your planet. I know loads about my own planet..." He paused, before shrugging, "Well alot about other planets out there, don't actually have a planet for myself. Might have been a ship or something. Can't be bothered to remember. Point still stands - you should know. And bet you're gonna go check up on it when you get back to Bikini Cops HQ, ain't ya?" He grinned, again. Oh, how he loved speaking his mind. It was usually right, in an odd way.
He blinked, tilted his head to the side, and it was only because of suprise and a little shock that he let the human manhandle him like that. Irritatingly, it seemed that Eye Candy was a bit taller than him, but he didn't let it affect him. Most people were taller than him, come to think of it. He blamed his genetics. But skipped that, he smirked. "Oh, I do love it when you say my name." Not a goodie-two shoes, eh? Well, he certainly wasn't acting like one of them now...but John just raised an eyebrow cooly, before breaking into a small sneer. "Oh, give over." He twisted his fingers around the humans, before yanking him closer, slipping an arm around his waist and dropping his voice to a sultry purr. "You're a sweet little goodie-goodie, and a darlin' little toy. Nothing to be ashamed of, lovely. Just go with it. Nothing much else is expected of you."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 5, 2011 18:42:48 GMT -5
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So, it seemed like John could read minds now…and be at least partially correct. ”For your information, I don’t live there. I’m going to do it when I get back home. Jack and the others might get suspicious if they find me looking up something silly like Ferris wheels at work.” Why Ianto was telling John all of this he had no idea. He supposed it was best to stay on subjects that weren’t going to raise John’s ire because Ianto believed that he and John didn’t quite have the same definition of ‘rude.’ Ianto couldn’t bring himself to believe that John liking him and not wanting to be rude in front of a stranger were enough to keep him safe tonight.
But not having a place to call home…Ianto couldn’t even begin to imagine what that was like. Jack could have said the same thing about himself once upon a time but that Captain had finally settled himself down on Earth and done something good with his long life: becoming the head of Torchwood Three to help save the world from all matter of things that came through the rift. John, on the other hand…What was that Captain doing? Wandering around and wreaking havoc? Ianto wasn’t sure he wanted to know. ”Why…don’t you ever try and find a home?” he inquired, immediately forgetting about it being in his best interest to stay on a neutral subject. ”I’m sure there are plenty of places out there where you’d feel right at home.”
Getting up and walking over there had been a huge mistake. Now he had placed himself in the very situation he had been trying his hardest to avoid all night. Ianto felt John’s fingers intertwine with his own. He felt the man’s arm wrap around his face. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, John had to insist that the insults were true and that Ianto wasn’t expected to be anyone. Ianto knew that Jack would have a word or two to say about all of that but whether or not Jack’s words would be true was still up for debate.
Ianto’s mind was screaming at him to shove the other man off of him but his body was telling him to just give in already—that there was no point to fighting it any longer. ”You’re impossible,” Ianto muttered under his breath. His free hand wandered upwards until found John’s neck and wrapped around the back of it. No point in trying to prolong it. Ianto closed the distance between their lips, letting them linger on the other man’s only momentarily, before he pulled away, wondering if he had just signed his own death warrant…wondering what the consequences were of finally letting John win the game. Sometimes the body won over the mind.
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Post by nyx on Mar 6, 2011 10:24:53 GMT -5
John couldn't stop the grin that danced over his face. "And yet, you're still going to look. That just says plenty, Eye Candy, just plenty." Plenty of boringness, but he wasn't going to say that because that might come over as rude, and he'd just said that he wouldn't be rude, because that would be...well...rude. He frowned slightly. Too many 'rudes' in that train of thought. This planet was evidently messing with his head.
Why don't you ever try to find a home? John snorted at Eye Candy's words, shaking his head. "Why would I want to? Why would I want to trap myself on one planet when I can have the entire universe rolling over to please me? Swirling through the time vortex, dancing through the stars...why would I want to just stop all of that?" He wasn't like Jack. Jack formed attatchments, and found places to live. John grew jittery and restless and eventually claustrophobic. And usually hunted. It was just something else that was an anomally about him, he guessed. "Not meant to be like that, o'course. Meant to go where I'm told. Don't like following orders though, me."
He'd never feel at home anywhere. But that was alright. He liked to keep moving, to keep dancing and drinking and shagging and killing his way around the universe. He lived life to the full, because he could. Unlike his relatives, John wasn't bound by any chains. The short period he'd spent with Gray had only served to fuel that need to keep moving afresh.
He grinned slightly more, splaying his hand over the human's back, fingertips gently brushing against his clothing. "That has been said. But I am it stylishly." He wasn't a romantic, but even he had to admit that it was very nice, the kiss that followed. Soft, and gently, and completely Eye Candy's descion. So sweet. He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his slightly parted lips, before opening his eyes again as the human moved his head back again, blinking at him. Course, he wanted to just take and enjoy it, but Eye Candy wasn't playing a game like that. So he had to be sweet. John could do sweet. He slowly lifted their entwined hands to his own lips, pressing a light, fluttery kiss against the back of Eye Candy's fingers, voice soft. "See? Not so bad..."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 6, 2011 10:53:13 GMT -5
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”You can do all of that and still have a place you call home,” Ianto replied, quite reasonably. ”You don’t have to be like Jack and forsake traveling for remaining at home.” Okay, Jack hadn’t really stopped traveling around. After all, after his little escapade in the 1940’s, the Doctor had come and gotten him. ”You must get lonely,” he added, not sure why he even cared about how John felt. ”Even the people who say they don’t need anyone need someone.” It was in Ianto’s nature to want to help people out, even if those people might not deserve his help.
Ianto could feel his heart start to speed up as John placed a gentle kiss on the back of his fingers. Before he could even think about answering John’s question, Ianto wiggled his toes in his shoes…Yup…They could still move. No paralyzing lip gloss for John tonight. Ianto was going to have to try to keep in mind the fact that John was actually capable of telling the truth every now and then. ”Not bad at all,” Ianto answered, just as softly. He had every intention of leaning back over and renewing the kiss. His body still wanted it and his mind was finally settling down and telling him that it might be okay to do.
But things just weren’t going to work out for either one of them tonight, it seemed. There was the sound of groaning metal and, just as suddenly as it had stopped, the Ferris wheel started up again. The slight swaying of the pod threw Ianto off balance for a moment but he was able to remain on his feet. As if he had completely forgotten about what he had been about to do, Ianto ran over to one of the windows. ”We’re really moving!” he exclaimed, as if there had been the remote possibility that he had just been dreaming about what he had heard.
He took a seat where he was and continued watching the scenery out the window, and the city started to become smaller and smaller as their pod, which had been at the pinnacle of the wheel, started to reach the ground again.
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Post by nyx on Mar 7, 2011 12:59:27 GMT -5
John just looked at the human, revising his earlier impression that Eye Candy did have some brains. He'd said it already, hadn't he? "Again...Why. Would. I. Want. To?" he repeated, slowly, before breaking into a grin in order to keep him soft. Well...He chuckled slightly to himself. Soft-ish. "I'#ve never had one, and for all the pretty expressions and delightful offers you could make me, I never will have one."
He couldn't say it was a lonely existance, because it wasn't. He was doted upon in whichever bar he stepped into, and had no limited amount of offers to warm his bed. What more did he need? Having a warm body to spoon again was just delightful, but his attention span was short. He got bored easily. "Well, no, the five years with Jack, that was sort of home. But only because we couldn't exactly get out, and five years with one person, where neither of you would bloody die because the time kept switching back, it became homely. Not by choice." Odd that. He wouldn't change how he felt for Jack for anything, but neither would he go through that again.
"But honey, going to offer to be the one I need?" He grinned slightly. "Y'know, I might be tempted... And no...it wasn't, was it? See, I'm not a monster. I'm good. In a manner of speaking." He tucked his tongue behind his back teeth, smirking sexily, and was all set to resume the kiss and maybe more, when the floor juddered beneath his feet, and yes, he yelped.
"What the...Oh, no! That's just not fair!"
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