Challenge 862 - In a tight spot
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m_findlowTitle: In a tight spot
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 862 - Small at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is having trouble staying asleep in such cramped quarters. A double drabble.
Ianto twisted around, muttering an ‘ow’ as he felt the sharp jab of discomfort. Funny how Jack was suddenly all bones and pointy body parts. He squirmed again and this time he managed to inadvertently wake Jack, who instinctively wrapped an arm tighter around him, pulling him closer to all those pointy elbows and hip bones. Ianto groaned, slumping heavily on top of Jack, still uncomfortable but unsure what the hell alternative there was. It didn't stop him from continuing to wriggle in fits and starts, trying to find some relief so that he could fall back asleep.
Jack’s head turned, tickling Ianto’s cheek with its rumpled fringe. ‘Go to sleep,’ he murmured.
‘I can’t. This thing you call a bed is too small,’ he replied.
Jack cracked open an eye. ‘How can you say that? Don't you like being cuddled up like this?’
‘Oh, the cuddling part is fine. It's the being shoved on the floor in the middle of the night by someone who isn't used to sharing the bed that I take issue with.’
‘I would never let that happen,’ Jack assured him.
Ianto mumbled an incoherent sound of disbelief. ‘Tomorrow I’m ordering you a bigger bed.’
Ianto twisted around, muttering an ‘ow’ as he felt the sharp jab of discomfort. Funny how Jack was suddenly all bones and pointy body parts. He squirmed again and this time he managed to inadvertently wake Jack, who instinctively wrapped an arm tighter around him, pulling him closer to all those pointy elbows and hip bones. Ianto groaned, slumping heavily on top of Jack, still uncomfortable but unsure what the hell alternative there was. It didn't stop him from continuing to wriggle in fits and starts, trying to find some relief so that he could fall back asleep.
Jack’s head turned, tickling Ianto’s cheek with its rumpled fringe. ‘Go to sleep,’ he murmured.
‘I can’t. This thing you call a bed is too small,’ he replied.
Jack cracked open an eye. ‘How can you say that? Don't you like being cuddled up like this?’
‘Oh, the cuddling part is fine. It's the being shoved on the floor in the middle of the night by someone who isn't used to sharing the bed that I take issue with.’
‘I would never let that happen,’ Jack assured him.
Ianto mumbled an incoherent sound of disbelief. ‘Tomorrow I’m ordering you a bigger bed.’
