tiredAuthor:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 610: Experience at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto and Jack have a slight difference of opinion.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“That,” Ianto said, flopping onto his back in an exhausted heap, “is an experience I’d rather not repeat.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jack replied, looking equally dishevelled, breathless, and exhausted. “I thought it was quite bracing.”
Ianto was too worn out to lift his head the inch or two required to look at his lover. “You would. You’ve got so many bizarre kinks you were probably getting off on it.”
“Hey!” Jack pouted indignantly; Ianto could tell even though he couldn’t see it from where he was lying. “I don’t find EVERYTHING a turn on!”
“This from the man who thinks offices are sexy.”
“We’re not in an office.”
“I’m painfully aware of that.” Ianto managed to summon up just enough strength to roll off the sharp rock he was lying on. “As I recall you do have a thing for tentacles.”
“Ah, but only if the person attached to them is friendly. That…” He waved one arm in the general direction of the extremely hostile alien they’d just defeated, “was not. Besides, they’re tendrils, not tentacles.”
“Semantics. It’s got a lot of things to grab with. What now?”
“Better get it locked away before it wakes up.”
“Good idea.”
The End