With Jack away in London, Ianto had thought the several hundred miles between them would allow him to get through some of the filing that had piled up. He’d been sadly mistaken.
He’d made good progress at first, but then the phone calls started. Jack was bored, and when he was bored he got horny. Repeated phone calls from a horny Jack were not conducive to getting work done, so when his phone rang yet again, Ianto snatched it up without checking caller id.
“No, Jack, we are not having phone sex!” He blanched. “Your Majesty, I’m most dreadfully sorry…”