Ianto was wriggling. He’d been waiting for ages.
“Jack,” he whined.
“Not yet,” chided Jack. “We only stopped 45 minutes ago.”
“I know, but I had a lot of water.”
Jack frowned. “I’m fairly sure that beer didn’t help either.”
Ianto scowled and squirmed in his seat, clenching everything he could.
“I’m serious, Jack. I don’t know why but I’m
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