Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 627: Tentacle(s) at tw100.
Summary: Jack is not himself.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto batted the wandering tentacle away.
“Behave yourself, Jack! Just because you have a tentacle kink doesn’t mean everyone else does.
Jack snapped the tentacle back, coiling it around his body like he was hugging himself. Ianto thought he looked offended, although in his current form it was hard to tell; he didn’t have much in the way of facial expressions since his ‘face’ consisted of two large, round, startlingly blue eyes, no nose, no eyebrows, and a tiny, round, lipless mouth. He made a sound like someone blowing a raspberry though, very different to the musical whistling of a few minutes ago.
“And don’t sulk. I’m busy, I need to help Tosh figure out what happened to you otherwise you could be stuck like this permanently.”
Jack undulated his tentacles.
“I’m aware you don’t find that possibility alarming, but imagine never being able to eat chocolate Hobnobs or drink coffee ever again.”
That caused a frantic flailing of tentacles and a high-pitched whistle that hurt Ianto’s ears. Abandoning his research, he tried to soothe his agitated lover.
“There there, I’m sure it won’t come to that.”
Tentacles wound around him, clinging, as Jack wibbled.
Coffee beat tentacles every time.