Challenge 820 - Keep your distance
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m_findlowTitle: Keep your distance
Character: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 820 - Close at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100 Summary: Owen doesn't like getting too close, even when things are dire. A double drabble.
‘What the hell’s wrong with you?’ Owen complained, shuffling his body further away from Ianto’s and taking the one blanket they had to share between them with him.
‘Quit stealing the blanket!’ Ianto said, tugging back his half share, forcing himself back up against Owen’s body. ‘I’m not freezing to death out here because you’re squeamish and immature.’ Not to mention it was Owen’s fault in the first place that they only had one blanket, because he’d been the one that had tripped crossing a stream, leaving the contents on his backpack soaked and cold.
‘Squeamish?’ Owen cried. ‘I’m not the one with someone’s sausage shoved up against my back. God knows I never thought you’d get off on this. Jack maybe, but…’
‘Oh, for God’s sake, that’s my belt buckle, you absolute twat!’ Ianto gave an exasperated sigh and turned over so that it was his back pressed to Owen’s instead. ‘It’s so bloody cold out here it’s retreated so far it's tickling my small intestine. Jack dressed in high heels and fishnets reciting lude erotica wouldn’t encourage it out.’
‘Thank god for that. This is as close as I ever want to be.’
‘Then next time don’t trip.’
‘What the hell’s wrong with you?’ Owen complained, shuffling his body further away from Ianto’s and taking the one blanket they had to share between them with him.
‘Quit stealing the blanket!’ Ianto said, tugging back his half share, forcing himself back up against Owen’s body. ‘I’m not freezing to death out here because you’re squeamish and immature.’ Not to mention it was Owen’s fault in the first place that they only had one blanket, because he’d been the one that had tripped crossing a stream, leaving the contents on his backpack soaked and cold.
‘Squeamish?’ Owen cried. ‘I’m not the one with someone’s sausage shoved up against my back. God knows I never thought you’d get off on this. Jack maybe, but…’
‘Oh, for God’s sake, that’s my belt buckle, you absolute twat!’ Ianto gave an exasperated sigh and turned over so that it was his back pressed to Owen’s instead. ‘It’s so bloody cold out here it’s retreated so far it's tickling my small intestine. Jack dressed in high heels and fishnets reciting lude erotica wouldn’t encourage it out.’
‘Thank god for that. This is as close as I ever want to be.’
‘Then next time don’t trip.’
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Date: 2024-07-07 10:06 am (UTC)And Owen is a twat of epic proportions (no, not THOSE proportions, we all know he's no match for either Jack or Ianto).