I’ll be the Wife

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  I’ll be the Wife
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character:  Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating:  R
Kink:  gender play
Warnings:  gender stereotypes
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card

 

“I won’t wear a dress for you,” Ianto said as the door opened.  

            “Okay,” replied Jack.  He had been disappointed when Ianto insisted on separate rooms.  Now he was just confused.   A night of uninterrupted avoiding themselves had seemed like a good time to sort a few issues, but Ianto had made arrangements for five rooms, rather than four and Jack had  not seen fit to make an issue of it.  Ianto had agreed to a date after all; Jack would just need to be patient.

“I won’t wear high heels and I won’t shave my legs, either,” Ianto said, still standing in the doorway of the room.

            “Not a problem,” Jack replied, still mystified.  He motioned Ianto into room and watched as the younger man went to stand by the window.  Jack closed the door, but remained where he was.  “And what the hell are you on about?”

            “I’ll be the wife, but I won’t dress the part for you.”

            “Ah,” Jack said suddenly understanding.  “You’re feeling insecure because of what John Hart said?”

            “Yep.  Well, that and you’ve been gone for months,” Ianto stated flatly.  “It’s more about the disappearing act, really.”

            “Ianto…”

            “The way I figure it, it makes sense,” Ianto said before Jack could continue.  “I already look after you.  I clean up your messes, make sure you eat right, take care of the domestic stuff you can’t be bothered with.  All the things a wife does.”

            “I think there’s a little more to the job description than that.”

            “Yeah, but I can do that, too,” Ianto said in his best bedroom voice.

            “Tempting as that offer is…”

            “Did you leave because of me?” Ianto asked suddenly.  “Because of what I did, helping to open the rift?  Because I betrayed you, again?”

            “What?  No, Ianto, I came back…” Jack paused for a moment before chuckling softly when he recognized the game.  “So, you won’t dress up for me, but emotional blackmail’s okay?  Are you going cry about this?”

“I just think we should talk.  You know, about feelings and stuff,” Ianto said, gesturing wildly with his hands.  “And, by the way, does this suit make me look fat?”

“And just what am I supposed to do now?” Jack asked, stalking across the room and grabbing Ianto’s head in both hands.  Jack leaned in for a kiss before pulling back and asking, “Should I send you flowers and chocolates?  Sweep you off your feet?  Or maybe I should go all cave man and drag you to bed by your hair?”

            “You mean you only love me for my body?” Ianto whined.

            “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jack asked, trying not to fall over from laughing so hard. 

            “Yep,” Ianto replied.  “Now take me to bed and ravish me, you big stud.”

            “Yes, ma’am,” Jack growled, pushing Ianto down on to the bed.

 

 

            “Ianto?” Jack asked as the two men cuddled together.

            “Yes?” 

            “You didn’t say anything about not wearing make-up.”

            “No, I guess I didn’t,” Ianto replied.

            “Good.  Because I’d really like that.  Your lips painted red and stretched around my cock, you looking up at me with kohl darkened eyes.  It’d be hot.”

            “Yeah, it would.  But I think it’s your turn to be the wife.”

 

Comments

[sanginmychains.livejournal.com]

Which would make some sense if Jack had ever suggested, or anyone had ever suggested, that their relationship was defined along those lines. As it is, it's Ianto contributing the ideas of talking about feelings, worrying about his weight, and narcissism (assuming Jack's actions are about him) under the heading of "wife." Even if he's joking, those are the associations he's come up with for this game.