m_findlow

Title: Mind reader
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 660 - Psychic at tw100
Summary: Ianto hopes that he and Jack have been together long enough that Jack will do the right thing by him. A double drabble.


Ianto felt absolutely rubbish. He was never drinking ever again. Not even a nice bottle of red that tasted like victory and would've wiped the smug smiles off of Bob and Mary's faces. At least he wouldn't have to hear them bragging about best lawn-of-the-month for a while.

He should have stopped after the first bottle, but he and Jack had been enjoying themselves. He finally felt loose enough to talk to Jack about anything and everything. He hadn't wanted to stop drinking because once they started kissing and tearing off clothes, that would be the end of any conversation. Better if they'd just had sex, Ianto thought ruefully.

He rested his head in his arms on the table, not wanting to think about the insufferable neighbourhood barbecue later. This undercover work would kill him.

Jack slid a plate of plain buttered toast towards him, along with coffee and two panadol. It was just what he would have requested for a hangover. Jack must be psychic. He couldn't face a Sunday morning fry-up. Maybe Jack would spare him more suffering.

'Sober up,' Jack told him. 'We've got a barbecue to be at in a few hours.'

Damn. Not psychic then.