Jack dragged Ianto out of the hub and out into the streets of Cardiff. He led him to where a silver, shiny sports car was parked and turned around and asked Ianto for the keys. Ianto got them out from his pocket and threw them to Jack, and watched as he calmly opened the door into the driver's seat. Ianto merely stood halfway from the car and stared. Jack then got up and looked at Ianto.

"Are you coming or what?"
"Well, sir. This is-"
"We only got half an hour."
"Well the thing is, sir-"

Jack walked around the car and towards Ianto. He stopped, only inches away from him and whispered.

"Have you ever been fucked in a car?" Ianto gulped.
"Yes, sir."
"Have you ever been fucked in a sports car?" Ianto took a moment to reply at Jack's question and played with the hem of his shirt. He looked up to see Jack staring at him, his left eyebrow quirked up and a smirk on his face.
"No, sir."
"Well, that answers that." Jack took Ianto's hand and led him to the car.

"But Jack! I just got this car!" Ianto whined and tugged on Jack's sleeve.
"Its the only place we can do things without anybody watching or complaining." Jack retorted back and continued to drag Ianto by his arm.
"But its going to be cramped in there! And you might not fit!" Ianto looked at Jack's enormous figure and sighed.
"Who cares!" Ianto continued to resist being dragged away by Jack, but Jack continued to pull him.

They were almost to the car when Jack decided to carry Ianto on his back and push him in to the back seat. Jack climbed in and looked around. Nobody was there. He slammed the door shut and pushed the seat in front of him.

Jack couldn't stand right the next day.