Characters: Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 515: Strip / Stripe at tw100.
Summary: For once Ianto isn’t complaining about being stripped in public.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Everyone stared is disbelief as Jack practically dragged Ianto into the Hub through the garage entrance, already stripping his lover’s clothes off, leaving them strewn across the floor.
“Jesus, get a room!” Owen yelled. “Some of us have to work here. We don’t want to see two blokes shagging each other senseless!”
“Speak for yourself,” muttered Tosh, blushing as she realised she’d spoken aloud.
“Shut it, Owen!” Jack snapped back. “He got splashed with Vornix venom, got to get his clothes off before it soaks through to his skin! Don’t touch anything!” It was only then that the team noticed Jack was wearing latex gloves to protect himself as he wrestled with Ianto’s clothes, propelling Torchwood’s archivist towards the med bay.
“Shit!” Owen shot to his feet and down the steps ahead of Jack and Ianto, pulling gloves on and grabbing a pair of scissors to help. Vornix venom was lethal to humans.
“What happened to the Vornix?” Tosh sensibly asked. If it was still out there…
“Dead and burned, I used the flamethrower,” Jack assured her.
After Owen gave Ianto a shot of antivenin, Jack dragged his lover away to be decontaminated.
Ianto sighed. There went another nice suit.