Challenge 757 - Not in the mood
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m_findlowTitle: Not in the mood
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 757 - Limp at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tw100
tw100Summary: Ianto is having trouble getting in the mood. A triple drabble.
Jack pressed Ianto up against the archive wall, not caring that it was undoubtedly cold on the young man’s back now that he was bereft of his shirt. If anything, it should heighten the sexual tension between them, which for Jack was escalating quickly.
Despite his fervent ministrations, as he reached down to help Ianto catch up to him, he found that no amount of tugging, squeezing, or stroking was doing the trick. Usually he had no problem getting Ianto interested. Tonight though, he was as limp as a wet noodle. He carried on anyway. Ianto never failed to disappoint him, even if it took a while to get going.
Eventually Ianto pushed Jack away, breaking off their sloppy kisses. ‘I’m sorry, Jack,’ looking down at his failing manhood. ‘It’s not your fault, I promise.’
Jack tried not to sound discouraged. ‘It’s hard not to think it’s my fault,’ he replied, suddenly feeling silly that he was standing there at attention and looking desperate for it. He felt betrayed by his own body’s unsympathetic response.
‘It's just been a tough one, today,’ Ianto apologised, head still cast down and unable to meet Jack’s eyes. He finally reached up and grazed a thumbpad over the spot on Jack’s forehead where hours earlier it had sported a deep gash. Even now it was still a thin red line refusing to heal all the way. ‘Every time I see that cut on your head all I can think of is you lying there bleeding in my arms.’
‘I'm fine now,’ Jack reassured him.
‘I know. You're always fine in the end. It's just taking me a while longer to be fine about it.’
Jack pulled him into a hug, his physical desire now completely forgotten. ‘We’ve got all the time in the world.’
Jack pressed Ianto up against the archive wall, not caring that it was undoubtedly cold on the young man’s back now that he was bereft of his shirt. If anything, it should heighten the sexual tension between them, which for Jack was escalating quickly.
Despite his fervent ministrations, as he reached down to help Ianto catch up to him, he found that no amount of tugging, squeezing, or stroking was doing the trick. Usually he had no problem getting Ianto interested. Tonight though, he was as limp as a wet noodle. He carried on anyway. Ianto never failed to disappoint him, even if it took a while to get going.
Eventually Ianto pushed Jack away, breaking off their sloppy kisses. ‘I’m sorry, Jack,’ looking down at his failing manhood. ‘It’s not your fault, I promise.’
Jack tried not to sound discouraged. ‘It’s hard not to think it’s my fault,’ he replied, suddenly feeling silly that he was standing there at attention and looking desperate for it. He felt betrayed by his own body’s unsympathetic response.
‘It's just been a tough one, today,’ Ianto apologised, head still cast down and unable to meet Jack’s eyes. He finally reached up and grazed a thumbpad over the spot on Jack’s forehead where hours earlier it had sported a deep gash. Even now it was still a thin red line refusing to heal all the way. ‘Every time I see that cut on your head all I can think of is you lying there bleeding in my arms.’
‘I'm fine now,’ Jack reassured him.
‘I know. You're always fine in the end. It's just taking me a while longer to be fine about it.’
Jack pulled him into a hug, his physical desire now completely forgotten. ‘We’ve got all the time in the world.’
