Title: Blush
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warning: PG. Slash
Summary: No one’s ever called him beautiful before…
Word Count: 483
Author's Notes: Written for my lover100 table, prompt Beauty .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jack or Ianto, no matter how many times I’ve tried to purchase them.

Journal Entry 932, November 12, 2008

No ones ever called me beautiful before. Good looking, handsome, yes, even gorgeous a time or two (honestly, I’m not just saying it) but never beautiful. So when the word left Jack’s lips, I had no idea how to respond and I’m completely appalled to admit, even here, I blushed. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Jack does have the tendency to bring out the worst in me…

Ianto turned the shower on with a quick flick of the wrist and adjusted the temperature until it was just right. He checked the bar of soap with a critical eye. After deeming it suitable for use, he ducked his head under the spray and let the water wash over his face.

As he soaped up his body, he didn’t notice Jack watching him. The captain was standing naked at the edge of the shower stalls, leaning against the wall with his arms and ankles crossed as he thoroughly enjoyed the view.

If he had looked, he’d have seen that Jack was smiling not grinning lecherously, and the glow in his eyes was soft rather then sharp, loving not aroused

Humming a half remembered tune, Ianto turned in a slow circle, making sure all the soap was out of his hair. When he caught sight of the shape out of the corner of his eye, he let out a startled yelp then immediately choked on the water that ran into his mouth.

Chuckling softly, Jack wondered over slowly, taking the naked Ianto in with his eyes. Ianto recovered and shook his head. “Jack…give a guy a warning next time, would you?”

Jack just laughed. Ianto did as well. He couldn’t help it. Ignoring the captain, he turned towards the spray of water and rinsed out his mouth and wherever else he may still have soap.

He felt Jack come to stand behind him but he didn’t take it any further. Ianto turned and lifted an inquiring eyebrow. Jack just shook his head and reached out to run a fingertip over his cheekbone. His touch was so gentle, Ianto barely felt it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice and smile soft.

It took him by surprise, that statement, so all he did was stammer and blush. Finally he just settled on a lame thank you. Jack just laughed again. He took Ianto by the hand and pulled him against him. Cradling him against his chest, Jack pressed his face into Ianto’s neck and took a deep breath.

Ianto’s smile was confused but he wound his arms around Jack’s waist and hugged him back…

There was nothing sexual about the moment at all, which surprised me. Jack never passed up the opportunity to turn anything sexual but he just held me, and me him, sort of swaying to an unheard song. It felt nice.

End Journal Entry 932, November 12, 2008

~FIN