Title: The Morning After The Night Before…
Word Count: 216
Summary: Ianto’s hungover, but not so much that he doesn’t remember the night before. Unfortunately
Warnings: It’s Torchwood, Jack & Ianto. Need I say more?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or any of the characters. Which is sad.
Ianto groaned. The hangover was bad enough by itself, but as memories of the night before resurfaced, he began to wish he could crawl off and die.
The lump under the covers beside him must be Jack then.
“No. Maybe you should just kill me now, I can never show my face there again.”
Jack poked his head out and peered sleepily at his lover.
“What’re you on about?”
“I distinctly remember something from last night, and I really wish I didn’t.”
“You’ll have to give me a clue here.”
“The part where I added to the list of things I’ve said out loud at a bar that I shouldn't have? When I announced to everyone ‘I am the Yoda of sucking dick’? Remember that?”
“Oh yeah! As I recall, you got a round of applause for that. And several offers.”
“Please, don’t remind me.”
“That one guy shoved his phone number down your pants.”
“No idea how he managed that, he wrote it on a beer mat!”
“You do know it was all your fault, don’t you?”
“How d’you work that out?”
“It never would have happened if you hadn’t got me drunk and suggested I give you a blowjob while watching The Empire Strikes Back last weekend.”
“Ah, good times!”