Double Drabble: Overruled
Title: Overruled
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 707: Nibble at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto just wants to be left alone to get on with his work, but Jack has other ideas.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto was busy with the filing when Jack entered the archives, so he studiously ignored the uninvited presence. Jack should know by now not to interrupt when it was obvious he was busy, and Ianto knew why his lover was here in person. If his presence had been required for something work-related, Jack would have contacted him over the comms. The fact that he hadn’t meant Jack was bored, horny, or both.
Jack, of course, hated to be ignored and when clearing his throat a few times failed to elicit a response, he took a different tack, sliding up behind Ianto and nibbling on his ear, then down the side of his neck.
Gritting his teeth, determined not to moan, Ianto pulled away.
“Stop that. If you’re hungry you can go raid the biscuit tin.”
“It’s not biscuits I’m hungry for.” This time Jack wrapped his arms firmly around Ianto, trapping his lover’s arms, and went back to his nibbling.
“I’m busy!” Ianto protested.
“It’s just filing. It can wait.”
“If anything should wait it’s you!” Ianto tried to wriggle free but realised Jack would take that as encouragement.
“I’ve waited all morning. I intend to nibble you all over.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 707: Nibble at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto just wants to be left alone to get on with his work, but Jack has other ideas.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto was busy with the filing when Jack entered the archives, so he studiously ignored the uninvited presence. Jack should know by now not to interrupt when it was obvious he was busy, and Ianto knew why his lover was here in person. If his presence had been required for something work-related, Jack would have contacted him over the comms. The fact that he hadn’t meant Jack was bored, horny, or both.
Jack, of course, hated to be ignored and when clearing his throat a few times failed to elicit a response, he took a different tack, sliding up behind Ianto and nibbling on his ear, then down the side of his neck.
Gritting his teeth, determined not to moan, Ianto pulled away.
“Stop that. If you’re hungry you can go raid the biscuit tin.”
“It’s not biscuits I’m hungry for.” This time Jack wrapped his arms firmly around Ianto, trapping his lover’s arms, and went back to his nibbling.
“I’m busy!” Ianto protested.
“It’s just filing. It can wait.”
“If anything should wait it’s you!” Ianto tried to wriggle free but realised Jack would take that as encouragement.
“I’ve waited all morning. I intend to nibble you all over.”
The End