Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 529: Frustration at tw100.
Summary: Jack is having trouble concentrating on anything other than a very temptingly naked Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
It was maddening! Ianto was right there, all smooth pale skin, firm and delectable. Jack was practically drooling; he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch, taste, savour every inch of his lover, but he couldn’t. The sheer frustration was probably going to kill him.
“Ngh!” he whimpered, a desperate little sound that summed up how he felt.
“If you’re thinking about anything other than how to get us out of this mess, so help me I’ll kill you myself!” Ianto ground out from between clenched teeth. It had taken a fair amount of wriggling but he’d managed to get the gag out of his mouth even though he knew shouting for help would be pointless; the only people likely to hear were the aliens who’d taken them captive and stolen their clothes.
Jack groaned. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything with Ianto’s bare arse just inches from his face? Especially when it kept wiggling and jiggling so temptingly. If he could only get rid of his own gag, he might just be able to lick…
“Bloody useless, you are,” Ianto grumbled. “Just so you know, we are NOT trying this when we get home!”