A/N: Just some crazy post-S2 Premier Jack/Ianto drabble-esque stuff XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
Some Fetishes
Fetish: n. any object or non-genital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.
"Offices?" Ianto mused to himself as he made sure the Hub's computers were shut down. He glanced over his shoulder towards Jack's office. He knew the other man was still there, and he knew he would find himself up there before leaving.
If he left.
He made his way cautiously through the Hub, careful that his steps fell as silently as possible on the metal floor. He straightened his shirt as he neared the door and raised his hand to knock, but then thought better of it. He twisted the doorknob and stuck his head inside.
"Jack?" he queried.
"Yeah, Ianto, what's up?" Jack replied, looking up from whatever he had been working on. The Welsh man stepped inside and shut the door.
"That Fetish of yours," he probed quietly. "Does it include all offices?"
Jack smiled.