Title: Advanced Weapons Handling
Author: Outside Edge
Pairing: pre-slash Jack/Ianto Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them just borrowing them again. I have assumed that Ianto, like Jack, has quarters in the Hub somewhere.
Summary: Ianto needs some weapons training from Jack.

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Ianto looked at the report on his desk. It would have to do, Jack could bawl him out in the morning if need be. A thought came into his head — tomorrow or more accurately today as it was 2.30am, was Saturday, so Jack wouldn't bawl him out till Monday, - that was as long as he could get his boss to leave his office this side of daybreak. A wicked grin lit up his face.

He crossed over to Jack' desk with the report in his hand and stood rigidly to attention next to where Jack was sitting.
"You finished?" Jack enquired, not looking up from the report he was reading.
"Yes Sir, all done." Ianto said, placing the file squarely in front of Jack.
Jack frowned and put it on the bottom of the pile of files he was working through.

"Jack" Ianto said, tentatively.
"What is it Ianto?" Jack asked tersely, adjusting the desk lamp to try and make the report he was reading easier to see.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier?"
"About what?"
"Gwen's dress."
Jack looked up. "Well at least I wasn't the one pawing her and blowing her hair about." he commented.
Ianto smiled " That was Owen, Sir."
"I'm surprised he didn't offer to adjust her thigh holster" Jack continued, as he initialled the report and reached for the next one in the pile.
"Oh I expect he thought he'd leave that to you" Ianto said, smoothly.
Jack regarded him through narrowed eyes.
"Being the firearms expert Sir." Ianto added hastily.

Jack turned back to the report. Ianto shifted his weight uneasily from foot to foot.
"Speaking of which Boss, I'm having a problem with a gun of mine."
"What type?" Jack asked, closing the file in front of him and leaning back in his chair.
"Handgun" Ianto replied, a smile playing on his lips.
"What kind of bullet?"
"Multi-seed." came the husky reply.
"Range?"
"Medium to long?"
Jack licked his lips and sat forward in his chair to be closer to Ianto.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
"I think it needs lubricating, I thought you might be able to help me with that."
"Anything else?" Jack voice had deepened, he was enjoying this game
"Well, the barrel's fairly thick, I need to check that the rifling is okay, that it's firing straight" Ianto continued.
"Need a test chamber for that" Jack commented.
"I thought you might have something suitable Sir." came the reply.
"Your place or mine?"
"Mine, I've got better soundproofing, in case of, 'accidents.'" Ianto said. He leant forward, close to Jack's neck.
"I've got black satin sheets and Egyptian cotton towels." He whispered, his breath hot on Jack' collar. "And massage oil…"He could hear the older man swallow hard.
"I'll meet you there." Jack said.
Ianto straightened up and left the office.
"Oh and Ianto," Jack called, "Be careful. I don't want that gun going off prematurely. It could make a real mess."
Ianto grinned as he headed for the corridor leading to his quarters.

FIN

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