FMC IX: About Grey

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Title: Foot Massage Conversations IX: About Grey
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 320
Rating: PG
Summary: Ianto asks about Grey. Set sometime during Series 2.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Very short one, but one I really wanted to do for a few reasons.

 

Previous Chapters: I, Interlude, II, III, IV, V, Interlude II, VI, VII, & VIII

            Ianto took Jack’s coat as he shrugged it off weary shoulders. He had died twice today: once during a Weevil hunt, once when a hostile spacecraft landed, looking for food. By the time Ianto had hung up and smoothed out Jack’s coat, Jack had collapsed into his chair. Swiftly Ianto went to Jack, coaxing him out of his torn and bloodstained shirt, easing him out of muddy boots and socks.

            Necessities taken care of, Ianto positioned himself on the floor at Jack’s feet and began rubbing them methodically. “You’re too good to me, Ianto.” Jack’s hand curled through Ianto’s hair, rubbing his head affectionately.

            “Well aware of that, sir.”

            Ianto’s thumbs pressed firmly, drawing a line from the heel of Jack’s foot up to his toes. Up and down, up and down. Jack groaned happily and sank further into his office chair. “Jack…” Ianto ventured.

            “Mm?”

            Ianto paused for a moment, frowning. He really shouldn’t, but…

            “Jack, who’s Grey?”

            The change in Jack’s demeanor was instantaneous. He went from gradually relaxing after a stressful day to tense, edgy, and irritable. Ianto started as Jack removed his hand from Ianto’s hair and feet from his lap. “No one.”

            Jack moved to stand up but Ianto stopped him with a hand to his knee. “Jack.” Their eyes met. “Jack, sorry. Never mind.”

            For long moments Ianto waited as Jack considered him with cold eyes. “Yeah, yeah. No, sorry. I just, I don’t want to…”

            Ianto surged up and kissed Jack firmly. Soon Jack’s arms were wrapping around Ianto’s back, and they were falling into each other again. “Sorry, Jack. Didn’t mean to bother you. Don’t need to tell me if you don’t want you.”

            Jack’s teeth nipped at Ianto’s lips gently. “Too good to me, Ianto.”

            As Ianto lay in Jack’s bed that night and smoothed back a sleeping Jack's hair, he sighed. There were some things Jack wouldn’t tell even him.


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