Double Drabble: Never Better
Title: Never Better
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 806: Sting at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack’s fine, really he is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Jack? Are you alright?”
He looked up to see Gwen watching him, the concerned expression on her face making him grin.
“Never better!” He meant it too; he felt wonderful.
“Oh. It’s just… well, you look a bit uncomfortable. Have you hurt your back? Rhys gets these muscle spasms. He says heat helps.”
To his other side at the boardroom table, Jack could just see Ianto from the corner of his eye, head bowed, biting his lip, a faint pink flush staining his cheeks.
“Nothing’s wrong with my back, Gwen. Seriously.” After all, his discomfort, if it could be called that, was coming from a bit lower down, as Ianto well knew. Jack’s mind wandered to earlier that morning, and Ianto administering a very much appreciated ‘punishment’ for his recent failings. There really was nothing better than a brisk spanking to ease the burdens of leadership that so often weighed him down.
He could still feel the sting and burn of the paddle against his bare rump, absolving him of accumulated guilt. Usually, spankings were confined to late at night, but last night had been busy, forcing his scheduled punishment to be postponed until morning. Great start to the day!
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 806: Sting at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack’s fine, really he is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Jack? Are you alright?”
He looked up to see Gwen watching him, the concerned expression on her face making him grin.
“Never better!” He meant it too; he felt wonderful.
“Oh. It’s just… well, you look a bit uncomfortable. Have you hurt your back? Rhys gets these muscle spasms. He says heat helps.”
To his other side at the boardroom table, Jack could just see Ianto from the corner of his eye, head bowed, biting his lip, a faint pink flush staining his cheeks.
“Nothing’s wrong with my back, Gwen. Seriously.” After all, his discomfort, if it could be called that, was coming from a bit lower down, as Ianto well knew. Jack’s mind wandered to earlier that morning, and Ianto administering a very much appreciated ‘punishment’ for his recent failings. There really was nothing better than a brisk spanking to ease the burdens of leadership that so often weighed him down.
He could still feel the sting and burn of the paddle against his bare rump, absolving him of accumulated guilt. Usually, spankings were confined to late at night, but last night had been busy, forcing his scheduled punishment to be postponed until morning. Great start to the day!
The End