[ FINISHED/CLOSED ]

[impavid]

Who: John Sheppard & Ianto Jones
What: I Held My Tongue For Like 30 Minutes What More Do You Want?
When: Backdated to the, 24th/25th of May?
Where: Leaving main Wyver for Khalo
Warning(s): Weird Tension, fyrra use


John's best lead for the whole thing is going to be Khalo, but they can at least meander through the main hub first so Ianto can get a drink before he collapses on the floor. He can explain it once Ianto is a little more alert. John is benevolent enough to suggest this without letting on it's mostly for Ianto's sake, even though they both know it is. It's fine, though, he knows the theoretical timeline they're working on -- and since the the whole altar thing was a bust (probably he should mention that, too) this is more firefighting than anything.

He waves off another kid trying to get suspiciously close to him and his bag, mouths scram as he waits for Ianto to get his drink (which, no doubt, he won't enjoy as much as his own fancy coffee) and skims his phone again. It's heating up enough that his jacket is stowed in his bag, and he eyes Ianto idly wondering if he's put on any sunblock. His own arms are getting browner every minute, and he probably has tan lines.

"So," he says, stowing his phone and squinting up at the sky thoughtfully. Clear so far, it's only going to get hotter then. "Your boyfriend seemed in a good mood."

Ultra smooth. Nailed it.

Comments

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto knows that John doesn't mean anything by it. It's more the realization of how horrible he's been and how John honestly does deserve better by him. It's not his fault that they're in this situation, after all. No matter what he might think otherwise.

Chewing on his lip for a moment, Ianto moves to step forward and take the opening that the other man is giving him. "A little," he admits, if only because it is true, and also because no one does the back of their neck or shoulders as well as they would like to think. "Here," he says, bracing one hand against John's arm and using the other to work the lotion into the nape of his neck. Smoothing out where he's got a few globs of it just on the edge of his hairline and working the rest of it further down his shoulders. "Do you want me to...?" he asks, after a moment. You do my back, I'll do yours? Even though John's already mostly taken care of himself already.

[impavid]

"Sure," and John holds out the bottle of sunscreen over his shoulder -- half glancing back at Ianto as he waits for him to take it. "May as well grease me up so we're even."

You know, so it's not just Ianto tolerating things from John. He doesn't burn easily, nowhere near as easily as Ianto does, but that's no reason not to wear sunscreen. It's still plausible he could, and he'd be a hypocrite if he avoided it after all the nagging he's done.

"Then we can go and find somewhere you can have a drink, if that's still what you want."

Since it was Ianto's choice, after all, and he has the right to change his mind if that was just a flippant remark. John isn't about to hold him to it. He's pretty relaxed about it.

[torchwoodteaboy]

He takes the bottle from the other man and flicks him a grateful smile in turn. It feels nice to be on an even footing, even if he knows it's not entirely necessary.

"No, I'd like a drink," he says. "And food. We could both use a proper meal, I think. I certainly could, at least."

Opening the bottle, he squirts some of the greasy liquid out onto his hand, warming it for a moment before moving to smooth it over the other man's skin.

"Give ourselves a moment to relax, before we jump into whatever comes next," he continues. "We've been on the road for, how many days now? And we're in what amounts to a literal fairy paradise. Let's just. Grab a drink, take a breath, and leave the rest of the night to enjoy ourselves, yeah?" Together preferably but if John would prefer to go off on his own to do so then that's his call.