[Video]

[faceofbeau]

[The video pops on to a somewhat mischievous grin on the face of one Jack Harkness. The screen shows just his head and his- notably bare- shoulders, with a darkened room behind him. Visible in the background, if you squint hard, is a dark bed with what looks like a still form buried beneath the covers. Jack is examining the screen, glancing behind him quickly, then adjusting the 'camera' view to get a better look at the bed. Someone, clearly, is Up To No Good. Finally, after a few more adjustments, he seems to settle, and his grin widens.]

Perfect. [The word is murmured softly, laced with mischief, and then he steps back, leaving his bracelet where it is, and turns to go back to the bed. His retreating form shows his bare back and, thankfully, a pair of sleeping shorts. Unusual, considering he often sleeps in the nude when their door is locked, but even though he's not planning on showing this video to anyone else, he gets the feeling he'd be in a lot more trouble with Ianto if he recorded this naked. As it is, Ianto's probably not going to be happy with him, but considering how people seem to disappear from Asgard on far too regular a basis... he wants this, a snapshot of moments like this, his lover in the most peaceful of times, as he sleeps, for if anything ever happens to the other man. Something he'll be able to play back and remember. God, he's turned into such a sap.

Then he's at the bed, rounding to climb in on the other side, and the covers are peeled back carefully, so as not to wake the younger man. Ianto's fast asleep for the moment, barechested beneath the sheets himself. Jack's grin softens, just a bit, as he leans down and places a tender kiss on his forehead.]

[Ianto shifts slightly, oblivious to being filmed, his eyes still shut tight although just conscious enough to register the fact that Jack has rejoined him and is kissing him on the forehead. He turns, curling into the touch, unaware of anything else that might be going on, only conscious of the fact that it is very early in the morning. Far too early for any sane person to be up yet, he determines sleepily.]

[Jack chuckles lightly when Ianto all but nuzzles closer, and one hand cards fondly through his tousled hair. It's soft, free from any styling other than the styling of 'bed head,' and he loves moments like these, so help him. The moments when, despite Torchwood, the Rift and aliens, the so called gods and giants and insanity, and Asgard, he gets Ianto to himself. Of course, he didn't set up the bracelet to record this private moment just to get a glimpse of the sleeping Welshman. He had other plans for this little recording.

He bends down again, this time not to place a kiss on Ianto's forehead, but to grin and catch just the tip of his ear lightly between his teeth, teasing, as one hand rests lightly on a bare shoulder.]

[Ianto shifts again in response to the other man's attentions, this time reaching out to put a hand on the other man's chest to stop him from going any further, the movement uncoordinated as Ianto isn't quite conscious yet, and his eyes are still shut tight. He makes a small noise of protest at the very idea that Jack might be waking him up right now, burrowing closer to him and the warmth of his body under the covers. When he speaks, his words are soft and mumbled as he says:] Go back to sleep.

Do you have any idea how adorable you are right now? [There's another chuckle, his grin widening as he curls even closer to Jack and then, apparently merciless, Jack twitches the covers further off the other man. More of his bare torso is revealed, along with the waistband of his own sleeping shorts, and the covers drag even further off. He whispers, sotto voce, plenty loud enough for the bracelet to pick up,] There are better things to do than sleep, you know. More entertaining things we could be doing.

[Ianto protests again the fact that Jack has removed his covers and he curls in on himself again. If Jack thinks he's getting anything out of this, he is really going about it the wrong way. He groans at the suggestion that Jack makes, and it's not a happy sound.] Do you have any idea what time it is? Jack. [The last word is said in almost a whine as Ianto blindly reaches for the covers to steal back from the other man and presses himself instinctively closer to him at once.]

Half past a freckle? Ah, ah, ah! [Nope, not getting those covers back. With a wicked grin, the covers are tugged completely off, shoved over the side of the bed to the floor on the opposite side. This leaves a clear view of both men, both clad in nothing but shorts, even as Ianto tries to press even closer. And, well, Jack does tend to be a living furnace when it comes to heat, in multiple ways, so at least Ianto has that. Jack himself doesn't seem to mind the baring at all, either for the camera or for the cold.] I'll make it worth your while to wake up.

[Ianto groans again and presses himself further against Jack, giving up on ever being able to recover those blankets again, it would seem. It's not the same without them, though, so after a moment he huffs his breath out in a sigh and presses his head against Jack's shoulder, giving in.] Fine. Fine. [His eyes are still shut however. Jack hasn't completely won this dispute, it would seem. Not yet, at least.]

[That's alright. Jack knows how to finish the job the right way. Because then, without warning, he leans down, both hands shifting to cup Ianto's face, as he captures his lips for a deep, heated kiss. Should a fair wake up call.]

[Indeed, it is. Ianto shifts, making a soft noise in response to it, before kissing him back. Perhaps not quite so heatedly, but the passion is still there, albeit sleepy. It does wake him up a little although he has to pull back after a long moment because it's waking him up enough to realize the hour, and it's really not time for him to be up yet.] This couldn't have waited until morning? [He grumbles, idly.]

It is morning. [Hey, Jack's been up for hours, and he's waited patiently for this. Just because Ianto needs far more sleep than Jack does...] Besides, you're cute like this, all tired, and tousled, and hot. You look good enough to eat right now.

You know what I mean. [Ianto grumbles again, and then opens his eyes enough to regard the other man levelly before rolling them at him. Those compliments are noted but quite making the difference they might in the light of day.] Flattery will get you nowhere, Jack Harkness. Not at... [He cranes his neck to look around the room and find the time to repeat for him - the real time, not this half past a freckle nonsense - and that's when he sees it. The glowing of the bracelet. Well that wakes him up. He keeps his eyes fixed on it, not knowing exacty what its doing as he moves to sit up slightly and get a better view.] Jack, what...?

[Shoot. He'd been hoping it would take Ianto longer to notice, as sleep addled as he might be this early, but he should have known better. After all, the man is very observant when he wants to be. For a brief moment, he considers actually feigning innocence and confusion, but discards the idea fairly quickly; Ianto knows him far too well to fall for it. Instead, he grins, leaning back just a bit, and goes for a laugh.] Oops? Looks like my bracelet's in recording mode. Can't imagine how that happened.

[He doesn't move from his spot on the bed with Ianto, though.]

[Ianto blinks slowly at the bracelet. Recording mode. But that means... He finds himself flushing crimson at the very idea that he had been recorded up until this moment, was still being recorded. Suddenly, Ianto is very, very still. And very red.] Recording?! Jack, you haven't...

Don't worry, it's not on the network. Private recording, my eyes only. [And there's an almost waggled eyebrow to go along with the huge grin on his face. As he remains exactly where he is. Still not moving to get up and shut off the bracelet.]

[Ianto's very well aware that Jack's making no move to shut it off. And having Jack's word that it's only a private recording really isn't good enough, certainly not to make him lay back and be comfortable with this. Ianto shoots a look at Jack and then rolls over and out of bed, towards the bracelet where it's sitting them recording across the room. All too aware of how little he is wearing. Reaching the device, he fumbles with the interface, trying to get it to turn off, save, or whatever Jack would do if he had done it himself, the bastard. But Ianto's eyes are sleep-bleary and his hands are clumsy with exhaustion, and he might have just hit the wrong button there.] ...shit. [Is the last thing the video records before it saves, like he instructed it to. And then broadcasts across the entire public network, city-wide.]



[OOC: Blue text is Jack, red text is Ianto. Replies will be coming from both!]

Comments

[audio]

[unnaturallygreen]

Cute, but you might want to check if it's actually private, next time.

[Video]

[faceofbeau]

I intended it to be. [There's a clearly amused note in Jack's voice, look in his eyes, and he's grinning, clearly not minding in the least.] But someone hit the wrong button when he tried to turn it off.

[video]

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Good god is Ianto embarrassed.]

There won't be a next time. Not public, not private, not anything.

[Not if Ianto has anything to say about it (he doesn't really, he knows that Jack will do what he likes and probably attempt this again, he doesn't stand a chance).]

video; 1/2

[badwolf]

video;

[badwolf]

Jack.

[private text]

[liquidsky]

Some of these bracelets must just be more interesting than others.

[private text]

[faceofbeau]

My bracelet's always interesting.

Audio (CW: Drug references)

[samantha_grey]

[There's an audible yawn on the other end before a voice with a bit of a rasp comes on. It sounds... amused.]

Like I was saying on the network earlier, Pinch has ... supplies if you two need 'em. Stop by tomorrow. 'll throw a popper in for free if you buy.

video;

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Oh god, Ianto is never going to live this down, is he?]

...when you say supplies I take it that you mean...

video;

[timesnewroman]

[ jfc jack ]

You know, I think really supposed to...maybe ask the other person before you record that?

video;

[faceofbeau]

[Not helping Rory. Jack's digging himself in enough as it is.]

What's wrong with wanting a snapshot of someone? [Besides. He would've said no.]

video;

[torchwoodteaboy]

Thank you. [Ianto is glad that it sounds like someone is on his side for this. He was entirely innocent, not even knowing he was being recorded until it was far too late. Honestly, Jack, trying to pin it on him?] I can't even say how relieving it is to hear someone else saying that.

[Video] 1/3

[beforethewar]

[Video] 2/3

[beforethewar]

dated to directly after the post shuts off; action!

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ianto turns on the other man, his face white as chalk as the full extent of what just broadcast across the entire network settles in his mind.]

Jack, what... What the hell!?

Perma-Action!

[faceofbeau]

[In his defense, he didn't mean to broadcast it! Oops? An actual oops this time? Jack raises his hands up in surrender, palms out, as he tries to stifle a laugh. Ianto would not appreciate a laugh right now, he well knows.]

I swear, I was just trying to take a private video, honest. Just for me- us.

[Video]

[marrying]

[SHE IS BRIGHT PINK]

Um.

[Video]

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Oh god someone who is actually flustered by this oh god.]

I. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to...

[Ianto is probably just as if not more pink than she, right now.]

[Video]

[faceofbeau]

You alright there? [He's trying not to look amused. Really.]

[Video]

[chinsup]

That's a bit inappropriate, isn't it? There are children running around this city.

[Says the woman who sends them to their death once a year don't worry about it.]

[Video]

[faceofbeau]

It wasn't quite intended for public consumption, to be honest, but I don't see anything wrong with what was posted. Unless you're seeing something I'm not?

[Video]

[stilledsurgeon]

[Oookaayyy... how does he put this? He's open-minded for his time period, but wow, Jack.]

Uh, Jack...

Now, I'm only familiar with the wooing of the fairer sex, but I'd bet you anything that doing that is only going to result in a cold bed and a cold shower, even with the male half of our species.

[Video]

[faceofbeau]

[Jack laughs a bit in response to that, although he still doesn't quite look remorseful. Not at the moment at least.]

It wouldn't've been quite as bad if it hadn't ended up on the network, but yeah. I'm sure I'll be making this up for awhile.

video;

[bossily]

[There is no amount of staring that Clara can do to make any of this okay for her.]

Your eyes only, Jack? If this is what qualifies as a private recording, I'd hate to see what sort of thing you'd come up with to show off for a public one.

video;

[faceofbeau]

It was meant to be, yeah. [He looks amused by her comment, though, and chuckles.] Hey, if I wanted to show off for a public video, it's be very clear it was meant to be public. Trust me.

[video]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Well, that's...going to get Jamie's eyebrows to disappear into his bangs for a few moments while he's watching. The dry tone that follows doesn't take much time at all to turn up, after that.]

Aye, well, suppose it's good to know I'm not the only one who has a wee problem getting the bracelet to work properly from time to time. I'd not realized ye could record things like that on this thing, though.

[video]

[faceofbeau]

Definitely not alone. [Not that Jack's saying he's one of them, but that's beside the point.]

It's a pretty handy device, really. Taking videos isn't too different from recording to post on the network, you just send it to yourself instead of sending it to everyone, or to someone else. I've done it a couple times. The problem comes in when you hit the wrong button while trying to do that.

[Video]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Here's another one. ]

Jack.

[Video]

[faceofbeau]

Morning Doctor! [Have a cheerful grin, and not a bit of remorse. Yet.]

[video]

[sadandsingle]

[Face. Palm. Tosh doesn't even know what to say right now, except...]

...really, Jack? That's not very polite.

[video]

[faceofbeau]

[How is it, that of all the people who've replied to this thing, it's Toshiko that can make him fluster? The tiniest bit. Not that he shows it, but he feels it nonetheless.]

I really didn't mean for it to go public, it just kind of- happened. An accident. For which I pressed absolutely no buttons to cause to happen.