What Ianto Saw 6/31
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 6
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, Day 5
Ianto took the tray of coffee out to the others, receiving varying degrees of thanks.
He had left his own mug in the kitchen and now as he looked down at the tray, only the blue striped mug remained.
Ianto walked purposefully up the stairs to the Captain’s office.
He handed the coffee over and waited to be dismissed, watching as Jack held the mug aloft, steam rising in front of his face, tiny condensation droplets forming on his eyelashes.
His moan of pleasure when he took a sip was almost orgasmic.
“Will that be all Sir?” Ianto practically whimpered.
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:R
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 100
Date: May 6
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, Day 5
Ianto took the tray of coffee out to the others, receiving varying degrees of thanks.
He had left his own mug in the kitchen and now as he looked down at the tray, only the blue striped mug remained.
Ianto walked purposefully up the stairs to the Captain’s office.
He handed the coffee over and waited to be dismissed, watching as Jack held the mug aloft, steam rising in front of his face, tiny condensation droplets forming on his eyelashes.
His moan of pleasure when he took a sip was almost orgasmic.
“Will that be all Sir?” Ianto practically whimpered.