Challenge 710 - In need of relief
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m_findlowTitle: In need of relief
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 710 - Twist at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack's having trouble reaching a certain spot. A triple drabble.
'What on earth are you doing?' Ianto asked, seeing Jack attempting to tie himself into knots as he flung from one direction to another, arms flailing and looking like he might fling himself to the floor with the slightest misjudgement of balance.
'Argh! Got an itch I can't reach,' he said, still trying to twist around to reach it, unwilling to be defeated.
'Here, let me help you,' Ianto said, moving toward him and hoping he didn't get a flailing arm in the face for his troubles. Jack finally stopped moving and Ianto picked a spot in the middle of his back to start searching. 'Tell me when I've found it.'
'Higher,' Jack replied, still squirming. 'No, left a bit. Sorry, I meant right. Yes, just a bit lower. Ah! Right there.'
Ianto began scratching the spot in earnest, earning the most inappropriate noises from Jack as relief from the itching flooded through him, relaxing into Ianto's touch.
'Oh, thank goddesses you came along,' Jack finally said. 'Felt like I was being eaten alive.'
Ianto resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 'Experienced that before, have you?'
Jack frowned as if he'd said something strange. 'Doesn't everyone get an itch they can't scratch?'
'No, I meant the being eaten alive part.' Not that he really wanted to know now, come to think of it. That had to be up there in the top ten of most gruesome ways to die, surely.
Jack gave him a lewd grin. 'Depends on your definition of being eaten. I've been told that I'm quite tasty.'
Iantk cringed at the overt suggestion, trying to keep his mind from drifting into thoughts that would distract him from his long list of work. 'That requires twisting into a whole other different kind of shape.'
'Well, you'd know.'
'What on earth are you doing?' Ianto asked, seeing Jack attempting to tie himself into knots as he flung from one direction to another, arms flailing and looking like he might fling himself to the floor with the slightest misjudgement of balance.
'Argh! Got an itch I can't reach,' he said, still trying to twist around to reach it, unwilling to be defeated.
'Here, let me help you,' Ianto said, moving toward him and hoping he didn't get a flailing arm in the face for his troubles. Jack finally stopped moving and Ianto picked a spot in the middle of his back to start searching. 'Tell me when I've found it.'
'Higher,' Jack replied, still squirming. 'No, left a bit. Sorry, I meant right. Yes, just a bit lower. Ah! Right there.'
Ianto began scratching the spot in earnest, earning the most inappropriate noises from Jack as relief from the itching flooded through him, relaxing into Ianto's touch.
'Oh, thank goddesses you came along,' Jack finally said. 'Felt like I was being eaten alive.'
Ianto resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 'Experienced that before, have you?'
Jack frowned as if he'd said something strange. 'Doesn't everyone get an itch they can't scratch?'
'No, I meant the being eaten alive part.' Not that he really wanted to know now, come to think of it. That had to be up there in the top ten of most gruesome ways to die, surely.
Jack gave him a lewd grin. 'Depends on your definition of being eaten. I've been told that I'm quite tasty.'
Iantk cringed at the overt suggestion, trying to keep his mind from drifting into thoughts that would distract him from his long list of work. 'That requires twisting into a whole other different kind of shape.'
'Well, you'd know.'
