Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 566: Fur at tw100.
Summary: Ianto just wants to get on with some work, but Jack has other ideas.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Iantoooo, where are you?”
Ianto bit back a sigh; he should’ve known this would happen. The Rift was quiet so he’d decided to get on with sorting the archives, but Jack had obviously grown bored with nothing to do and come looking to be entertained.
‘Maybe if I keep quiet he’ll think I’m not here and go elsewhere,’ Ianto thought.
No such luck.
“Come out come out wherever you are! I’ve got something for you!”
Yes and Ianto could make an educated guess as to what that might be.
“Jack, if you’ve come down here naked again expecting me to drop everything just because you’re bored…” Ianto stepped into view from behind some shelves.
Surprisingly, Jack was still clothed, and pouting.
“That only happened once.”
“What d’you want?”
“Like I said, I’ve got something for you. It just arrived in the mail.”
Despite himself, Ianto was curious. “So what is this mystery gift?”
“Ta da!” Jack drew his hand from behind his back.
Ianto frowned. “It’s a glove.”
“It’s a luxury fur massage mitt,” Jack corrected. “Supposed to be very soothing. Want to try it out?”
“I’ve got work to do!”
Jack waggled the glove temptingly.
“Oh hell, why not?”