Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, sadly.
A/N: Yes, I should be updating my other stories, but I'm in a very drabble-y mood tonight.
The Battle of The iPod
In his office, Jack sang along with his iPod. He had been busy with work for hours and now wanted nothing more than a cuddle or an old-fashioned massage from his lover Ianto.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his beautiful Ianto appeared at the door, grinning eagerly.
"Put down the iPod," Ianto said bafflingly. "Unless you want me to tackle you and break it."
Jack put down the iPod. He was intrigued. He had never seen Ianto so lively before and it made him very happy.
Ianto picked up the iPod, then withdrew a stopwatch from his pocket.
"Don't be so eager," Jack said with a lively grimace. "I mean, by all means, go ahead with your plan, but let's move somewhere a bit more comfortable."
Jack scratched his head quickly. This was his lover, his beautiful Ianto, now staring at him with a lively grin.
They had quite a bit of fun, but it was quite tiring and Jack could see Ianto trembling.
"I think you've had enough, love," Jack said.
He reached out his hand and stroked Ianto's cheek softly. He was perfect, so perfect, and he knew only his deep love for Ianto kept him going through all the trying times.
Ianto leaned into Jack's touch, much like a cat and the two lay down on the bed. Soon Ianto was fast asleep, snoring slightly.
Jack was still awake, thinking. But soon he too fell asleep, Ianto's head on his chest, both of them smiling.