What Ianto Saw 8/31
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 8
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, Day 6, Day 7
Ianto couldn’t sleep. He had been twisting and turning for what felt like hours.
A little voice in his head taunted him. ‘Jack used your shower gel. He said he missed you.’
“No!” Ianto shouted into the stillness of the room, curling into a ball, wrapping his pillow around his ears. He couldn’t have said that, I imagined it.
“I’m pathetic.” he muttered.
Even more pathetically the thought turned him on. He could feel his body reacting.
It was too long since Jack, or anyone, had touched him. Since before his suspension.
Since Lisa.
Ianto let out a strangled sob.
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:R
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 100
Date: May 8
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, Day 6, Day 7
Ianto couldn’t sleep. He had been twisting and turning for what felt like hours.
A little voice in his head taunted him. ‘Jack used your shower gel. He said he missed you.’
“No!” Ianto shouted into the stillness of the room, curling into a ball, wrapping his pillow around his ears. He couldn’t have said that, I imagined it.
“I’m pathetic.” he muttered.
Even more pathetically the thought turned him on. He could feel his body reacting.
It was too long since Jack, or anyone, had touched him. Since before his suspension.
Since Lisa.
Ianto let out a strangled sob.