FIC Torchwood (drabble) - Scrubbing
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fajrdrakoTitle: Scrubbing
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Challenge:
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tw100, Domestic ChoresRating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: No spoilers. Cross-posted to my LJ, and tw100.
Scrubbing
On his hands and knees, Ianto scrubbed the floor of a Weevil cell. Dressed in jeans. Tight jeans.
Jack stood watching.
He imagined Ianto working naked, cock and balls dangling. He imagined him spreading his legs - yes, like that, as Ianto stretched to reach a stain. Nice. Jack shifted.
Ianto looked over his shoulder, motion stopped. "Sir! I didn't hear you."
"Love seeing you work."
"Like Tom Sawyer?" said Ianto drily, but he must have seen the lust in Jack's eyes, because he resumed his work, slowly, deliberately, with a smug private smile and his eyes locked on Jack's.
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Date: 2007-12-14 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 06:28 pm (UTC)Yeah, for me too. I wrote it on the bus.
Soooo happy to be of service.
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Date: 2007-12-14 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-15 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-15 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-15 03:04 am (UTC)I suspect they may take a break from floor-scrubbing soon after this point.