Ianto and Jack were enjoying a little afternoon delight in Jack’s bunker. Well, Jack was having a good time anyway.
Ianto squirmed uncomfortably at the roughness beneath him. While sex with Jack was undeniably a very enjoyable experience, on this occasion the pleasure wasn’t quite succeeding in blotting out certain less than delightful aspects of his current position.
With every thrust, he felt as if the skin was being sandpapered off his back by a coarse grittiness, and he was pretty sure he could pinpoint both the cause and the culprit.
“Jack, have you been eating toast in bed again?”