Um...

Title: Um...
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto/?
Rating/Warning: 15
Word count: 100
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood 
AN: Got my laptop back! Back online at home! So I reward you with this. Sorry

He ran his hands slowly down, then back up the hard shaft. His hand twisted at the top and he let his thumb play over the tip that jutted out from the confines of cotton bindings.

His fingertips wandered along the length, luxuriating in the textures under his touch. Smooth but hard, strong but with a sense of fragility. His large hands cupped and fondled gentle curves and he moaned as his mirrored hands felt gentle roundness opposite perfect flatness.

“Um, Jack…Do you actually want me here or do you want me to leave you alone with your hockey stick?”