Drabble: "Drink"
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custodianTitle: "Drink"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Andy/?
Rating: PG-13 or so.
Notes/Summary: 100 words of slightly mysterious, ice cube-centric Andy pr0n.
"Can I get you something to drink?" the dark haired man murmured against Andy's mouth.
Andy had him by his belt loops, and rather than pull away, he'd just got closer. He tasted at the policeman's lips, his neck, his jawline, purring as he went. "Drink?" Andy managed a little lamely. His mouth felt dry, and he tried to swallow. As if on cue, the stranger reached down into a glass and lifted an ice cube to his lips. Andy hesitated for a moment before gingerly sucking at the ice. "I don't even know your name."
"Do you need to?"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Andy/?
Rating: PG-13 or so.
Notes/Summary: 100 words of slightly mysterious, ice cube-centric Andy pr0n.
"Can I get you something to drink?" the dark haired man murmured against Andy's mouth.
Andy had him by his belt loops, and rather than pull away, he'd just got closer. He tasted at the policeman's lips, his neck, his jawline, purring as he went. "Drink?" Andy managed a little lamely. His mouth felt dry, and he tried to swallow. As if on cue, the stranger reached down into a glass and lifted an ice cube to his lips. Andy hesitated for a moment before gingerly sucking at the ice. "I don't even know your name."
"Do you need to?"