Author's Note: This li'l drabble was born of my rambling as I was writing the second chapter of Handcuffs. I couldn't bring myself to delete it, so I made it into something else. This is my second ever true drabble with exactly 100 words. I stayed up an extra half hour ('til 5 AM) to get it perfect. Yes, I am crazy.
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Ianto Jones' life was complicated, and not just because he worked for a secret organization that caught aliens. A love/hate relationship perfectly described many things in his life. He loved and hated undershirts. They often got in the way, but they made for a helluva sexy strip tease if Jack put his mind to it. Fingers, specifically Jack's, were also a good example because fingers could do wonderful things to his cock, but they could also pinch Ianto's sensitive nipples just right to make his cock stand to attention. Yeah, love and hate. Two sides of the same coin.
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Disclaimer: I neither have the right to nor own anything of Torchwood, Jack, or Ianto. I have no money; I'm not making any money from this, just getting crazy pleasure. Please, don't sue me.