What Ianto Saw 5/31
Title: What Ianto Saw
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:R
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 100
Date: May 5
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: I am going to try and post a short 100 word fic every day in May. Each drabble will meet the 'masturbation' theme of the comm, to a greater or lesser degree, and when read together the thirty one fics will tell a bigger story.
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4
Ianto opened his eyes and clenched his fists by his sides. He needed a distraction.
He checked the time - the others would be shouting for coffee soon.
Ianto climbed the stairs up to the main level of the Hub and went to the kitchen.
He took comfort in the familiar movements as his hands skilfully worked the coffee machine, caressing all the right knobs and levers to make the perfect cup.
He did not think about the way Jack’s hands had caressed the Captain’s own flesh that morning, or how they had previously played Ianto’s body like a virtuoso musician.
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:R
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 100
Date: May 5
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: I am going to try and post a short 100 word fic every day in May. Each drabble will meet the 'masturbation' theme of the comm, to a greater or lesser degree, and when read together the thirty one fics will tell a bigger story.
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4
Ianto opened his eyes and clenched his fists by his sides. He needed a distraction.
He checked the time - the others would be shouting for coffee soon.
Ianto climbed the stairs up to the main level of the Hub and went to the kitchen.
He took comfort in the familiar movements as his hands skilfully worked the coffee machine, caressing all the right knobs and levers to make the perfect cup.
He did not think about the way Jack’s hands had caressed the Captain’s own flesh that morning, or how they had previously played Ianto’s body like a virtuoso musician.