Characters: Ianto, Jack
Summary: Not all of Jack’s ideas are successful.
Word Count: 100
Written For: My own prompt ‘Any, any, No traction,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Because my drabbles this week are proving to be on the angsty and depressing side, have a more cheerful bonus one!
Sex lying down on a slippery tiled surface wasn’t one of Jack’s better ideas, Ianto decided as they slid across the floor. He just couldn’t seem to get any traction, hence all the sliding. Not that Jack was complaining; he at least seemed to be enjoying the experience, judging by his loud and enthusiastic moans. Nice to know one of them was having a good time. Jack was going to owe him for this.
“Harder!” Jack begged.
Ianto tried his best to oblige but slid again, causing Jack’s head hit to the wall with a resounding thud.
“Sorry,” Ianto smirked.