Ianto allows a buffer of a minute and then abandons his composure, drawing inward as much as he bruised back will allow and cradling his head in his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck he aches. He gives himself a solid thirty seconds to get the moaning and groaning out of his system, and if his eyes are a little wet, well, there's no one around.
For the moment. He's alone for now, but he still has no idea if there are more witnesses or interested parties. He needs to clear out, and the list of people he can call upon is too short.
He finds his mobile fallen from his pocket a meter behind him and crawls to it. The screen is spiderwebbed with cracks and the body has split down the back, but it still works. After a brief internal debate, he texts Topher.
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Ianto allows a buffer of a minute and then abandons his composure, drawing inward as much as he bruised back will allow and cradling his head in his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck he aches. He gives himself a solid thirty seconds to get the moaning and groaning out of his system, and if his eyes are a little wet, well, there's no one around.
For the moment. He's alone for now, but he still has no idea if there are more witnesses or interested parties. He needs to clear out, and the list of people he can call upon is too short.
He finds his mobile fallen from his pocket a meter behind him and crawls to it. The screen is spiderwebbed with cracks and the body has split down the back, but it still works. After a brief internal debate, he texts Topher.