Ramblings of a madwoman

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?”

Ianto, as usual, was finishing clearing up the messes left by the team.

Jack stuck his head out of his office.

“Ianto!” he called, scanning the Hub. He dropped his voice a little, unusually subtle. “Have the others gone? I’ve got a present for you.”

“Present?” asked Ianto, looking up with interest.

A wide grin spread across Jack’s face and he waggled a hockey stick decorated with a big red bow out of the door.

Ianto tried to roll his eyes and look exasperated, but couldn’t hide the excited grin that crossed his face as he raced towards the office.