Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 534: Compulsion at tw100.
Summary: Ianto proves too tempting for Jack to resist.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Although he was absorbed in his filing, that didn’t mean Ianto wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him so he knew the moment Jack came into the archives.
Bent over a filing cabinet, he didn’t bother looking up as he flicked through the cabinet’s contents to put the next manila folder in its correct place.
“What do you want, Jack? If you’ve come down here looking for entertainment, you’re out of luck; I’m busy. Filing all this lot will take me at least another hour.”
There was no reply from Jack, at least not in words, but suddenly a pair of hands grabbed Ianto by the arse and squeezed.
“Jack!” Ianto yelped, straightening up so suddenly the back of his head only just missed Jack’s nose. “What part of ‘I’m busy’ don’t you understand? I don’t have time for your games!”
“Sorry,” Jack said, not sounding even the slightest bit apologetic. “Don’t know what came over me. I just saw you bent over with your trousers stretched tight over that perfect rear and had an irresistible compulsion to grab it.” His hands continued kneading. “I could do this all day.”
“You try and you’re on decaf permanently!”