accidental video

[jackedthename]

[The PCD turns on, flipped on its side. A button has been hit unintentionally, and the viewer is treated to a sideways video of one Jack Harkness, naked and partially covered in a bedsheet. He's glaring at another pair of sheets that have been tied to the bedposts, muttering curses in languages probably no one other than the Doctor and the Master actually know. As hard as he tries, he can't actually get free of those sheets, and he has things he'd rather be doing.]

Ianto? Little help here? ... ...Ianto? It'd be really nice if Owen didn't have to untie me, if only for my dignity. You do like me having dignity, right?

[...Speaking of dignity. Jack finally turns and blinks a bit at the running PCD, before attacking the camera with his free hand hurriedly.] Oh, bugger this.

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[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut it. See if you get trapped in something stupid, I'll just laugh.

[emptynight]

So I shouldn't come take advantage of your helpess state is what you're saying.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

I never said that, handsome.

[emptynight]

Tsk tsk, darling. I'm getting all mixed signals here.

private/unhackable

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[There's an annoyed sigh as he goes for the PCD with his free hand, and flips a few buttons -- possibly a few more flashes of bare skin, there, as the PCD moves. When his face returns, it's right-side up, and he's got one eyebrow raised.]

(x,y)

No killing this time, alright?

private/unhackable --> offline

[emptynight]

[Thomas grins at that, but it doesn't actually make it to his eyes, where a fleck of bright, metallic silver dances.]

Gonna hold that against a guy forever?

[maybe ten minutes later, there's a knock on the door and Thomas leans carefully casual against the threshold.] Do I even want to know what happened or should I just use my imagination?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[There's a small smirk.]

Gotta say, though, that wasn't a bad way to go.

[Jack would get up and say hello, but for the sheets.] Well, it wasn't Ianto, or so he says.

[emptynight]

[Thomas is just going to stand here for a moment, taking in the view, before he crosses the threshold and approaches the bed. He flicks a finger against the bedpost and grins down at Jack.]

Too bad, I was going to send a fruit basket. [Assuming there was even fruit in this crazy place]

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

As long as it's not apples, I'd be okay with that. [Have a cheeky grin, Thomas. he's certainly not posing or anything.]

[emptynight]

[Thomas laughs at the grin, letting his eyes linger over Jack's half-covered body as he reaches over to tag at one of the knotted sheets.]

Well there goes that idea. You always that eager to ruin the surprise?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Depends on the surprise, handsome. [Thomas, you are so not good for his already-inflated ego.]

Like what you see?

[emptynight]

Enough to have second thoughts about letting you go.

[His smile is pure hedonism and bad ideas at the moment as Thomas leans closer to Jack's lips. Maybe just a taste.]

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that's the sort of smile Jack loves to see. He leans up, too, as much as he can, grinning.]

[emptynight]

[A taste. His lips touch Jack's and the demon rises eagerly into the promise of life. Rich, heady-- and like liquid lightning. The light kiss burns like electricity and molten fire, and hurts in a soul-deep way. Thomas jerks away, burned, and stares down at Jack in something like utter disbelief. His lip is burned, blistered by the momentary contact, but he still manages to speak as he brings a finger up to touch the burn.]

You're really big on surprises, aren't you?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Jack looks momentarily befuddled, and touches his own lips thoughtfully.]

--If it helps, this one's a surprise to me, too.

[emptynight]

[Thomas runs his tongue over his lip, prodding carefully at the damage. Not too bad, but it'd have to heal on its own, without the Hunger's influence. He eyes Jack again.]

I didn't really figure you for the true love type.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Jack shrugs a bit, and grins cheekily.]

We all have our secrets, handsome.

[emptynight]

[Thomas smirks, then winces at the gesture pulls at the recent burn, and steps closer to the bedposts, his fingers tugging to undo the knots in the sheets while keeping clear of Jack's bare skin.]

Should I be flattered I keep running into yours?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Oh thank God, finally.]

I don't know, have you run into him yet?

[emptynight]

[He takes a step back and leans against the bedframe. Casual, but clearly not wanting to risk accidental contact again now that Jack's less tied up]

Wouldn't know. I don't kiss every guy I run across. [A pause, and a smirk.] Just most of them.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Jack raises his eyebrows and moves to grab his shirt.]

Dunno if he'd kiss you, actually.

[emptynight]

Don't tell me he's the monogamous type.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

He's more the 'me' type, actually.

[emptynight]

[Thomas blinks for a second, then laughs, long and low.]

As long as he's not the jealous type.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

He knows me better than that, I hope. If he is, he's never brought it up.