Ianto hated traffic jams. He didn’t know what was causing the hold-up, but he’d been stuck on the motorway returning from London for almost thirty minutes; all lanes were at a standstill. It was maddening; he’d already witnessed several incidences of road rage, but wasn’t about to succumb to the frustration himself. Instead, he pulled out his phone and called Jack.
“Sorry, cariad, I’m going to be late, I’m stuck in traffic.” He glanced at the stationary cars surrounding him and sighed.
“I know a way to pass the time,” Jack replied.
“No, Jack, we’re not having phone sex!”