Eliot

[im_torchwood]

Jack was on hiatus and enjoying his vacation. He'd hit Broadway and the West End, and now he had tickets to Hamilton in LA Friday night so he'd come home. Itching for a show, Jack couldn't find a musical on stage except a few local school productions. Now that Urban Legend was in the second season, high school was probably a bad look. He'd been scolded enough to know when to dial it down.

He'd found a diner, though. A diner he'd never heard of and immediately got in the car to enjoy his night.

He walked in wearing a blazer over a tshirt and shiny black trousers.

"One?" the hostess asked, then led him to a seat without waiting for an answer.

"Thanks," he smiled, taking the menu...but surveying the place.

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[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked around, blinking in surprise. Then looked back at him and grinned. "Well this is fun."

[im_torchwood]

"I always said if I got the money? I'd buy all the stupid shit that made me happy," he told him. "Look around."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Should I expect to find a stack of playbooks and a Wicked poster or something?" Eliot teased as he moved into the room and looked around.

[im_torchwood]

"Stack? Fiend. I keep them in a longbox," Jack scoffed.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It really is a shame you didn't get to see Fallen Grace," Eliot said, examining an action figure on a shelf. "That playbook might be worth something."

[im_torchwood]

"I bet," he smiled, moving closer to Eliot.

""lucky me, I got you instead," he said warmly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was seriously starting to doubt that this was real. Between the compliments, the introduction to his agent, and how insanely hot Jack was...

He had to have a tiny dick or something. It was the only explanation. Eliot was not this lucky.

"Lucky you," he agreed, and slid a hand on Jack's waist. His thumb slid just underneath his shirt, feeling the skin at his waist.

[im_torchwood]

Both Jack's hands tugged at Eliot's shirt to untuck it, then undid the buttons.

"Mmm, lucky me," he agreed as he pushed his hands up Eliot's bare chest.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"There's got to be something wrong with you," Eliot murmured as he slid his hands down to Jack's belt, and looked him in the eyes.