Word Count: 784
Warnings:Some language, sexual concepts, smokin' an' drinkin'. Oh, yeah. And it's total unbeta'd nonsense.
Disclaimer: Everything I own can fit in my room. Torchwood does not fit.
Summary: Games that aren't games anymore.
(The wine in the glass, on his lips, staining his tongue, makes him feel romantic in a way he isn’t quite used to.)