Title: One Little Word
By: Jessie Blackwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything here, apart from the idea, and then not sure about that either…
A/N: My shortest contribution yet, this one is for Katisha… Happy Birthday...
Summary: Fluffy little one-shot, just a little ramble that took shape and wanted airing, hopefully nobody has done anything like this...sorry if you have... the smallest things can turn you on, as Jack now knows.

Jack Harkness had been subjected to hundreds of turn-ons in his lifetime. Some came to mind as he lay there in his bed, filled as he was with a deep bodily contentment that only came from a very few sources. He thought back over the usual things - skilful massage, touching any one of the erogenous zones on his body, soft skin under his fingers, kissing and even, in the right amount and appropriately placed, pain. He had tried most things, rejected a few, knew what he liked best, knew what he liked to do to other people. But, when he really thought about it, non of them could hold up against the soothing tones of that husky welsh accent in his ear and that one little word, spoken so respectfully, so cheekily, so erotically, which was so absolutely calculated to have him on his knees.

“Sir?”

Jack shivered, a deep anticipatory ache setting up again in his groin, bringing him back to awareness of the owner of the accent, the young man in his arms, eyes fixed on his, a mixture of trust and lust within the blue depths.

“I wondered if you wanted my hands to work their magic again or if you just want a massage”

Oh, those Welsh vowels….

“Say it Ianto”

“Pardon?”

“Say it…please”

“Sir?” breathy, erotic, teasing.

Ah yes, just that one little word…

Fin.