Swap Parts - Small Talk

[mr_mrs_faxsea]

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.
Introduction

After having read the comments from our previous post I had an idea, and so did my wife, so it looks like the story will get some follow-ups. This took a second to think up, 5 minutes to write out and 20 minutes to correct. Yes, I know... I nit-pick. I hope you like it. More to follow.

• Characters: Jack/Ianto
• Rating:
  
• Genre: Smut Fun
• Spoilers: none
• Warnings: none
• Teaser: He looked away for a moment, as if he was embarrassed to ask. "uhm... Jack... You don't have any other parts missing, do you?"
• Music: King Missile - Detachable Penis

• Part 1 - Swap Parts
• Part 2 - Small Talk
• Part 3 - Big Mouth

Small Talk

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Ianto said. "I mean, I've got a spare penis in a stasis jar in the boot of my car."
"You what?" Jack shouted, almost perplexed.
"Well, yeah, it's standard issue for Torchwood London, we all got one." He looked away for a moment, as if he was embarrassed to ask. "uhm... Jack... You don't have any other parts missing, do you?"
"What? No." Jack replied. He was regaining his composure a little and in a stern voice asked "Why? Are there more parts in the car I should know of?"
"Well..." Ianto started, but Jack interrupted him "Come on, we'd better go get them. We can store them in the autopsy room until I figure out what we're going to do with them."

They'd gotten everything out of the back of the car, which was quite a lot more than Jack thought there would be, and locked them all in the No.1 cooling locker. Now they were both sitting on the old battered couch near the autopsy room. They were feeling rather awkward, with the Torchwood standard-issue-spare-penis-in-a-jar sitting between them. It was Ianto who spoke first.
"Well... try it on!" he encouraged Jack.
Jack's eyes moved from Ianto's eager gaze down to the jar and then back up to Ianto face. He looked him straight in the eye. "I'm really sorry, Ianto." he said.
As Ianto face dropped somewhat, Jack continued "This just isn't going to work... I'm afraid it really isn't anywhere near my size..."
"Oh my..." Ianto declared, clearly cheering up.
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