Blue silk around his wrists, purple securing his ankles to the bed frame, Jack was spread out on the bed most invitingly. Ianto smirked down at him.
“Don’t go away, I just need something from my jacket.” He headed up the ladder to Jack’s office.
Everyone should have been long gone, but just as Ianto found what he needed, Gwen poked her head through the doorway.
“Ianto, have you seen Jack?”
“Sorry, he’s tied up at the moment. Literally.” He grinned wickedly. “Was there something you needed?”
Her eyes widened. “It’ll wait until tomorrow. Goodnight.” She hurried away, blushing furiously.
TBC in ‘Undone’