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[Post this. Warning for M/M of a flirtatious and often naked nature.]

Ianto dozes, stretched out in Jack's narrow camp bed. He's got a hand on whatever part of Jack is nearest to him, which is as close as he's come to saying "I don't want to leave yet."

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Jack isn't asleep. He's been examining Ianto as he lies there for a little while, taking him in.

(You appreciate what you have while you have it.)

At the moment, he's gazing at a small scar on Ianto's neck, mostly healed but relatively recent. It must be from those cannibals, a couple of months back. Great idea, take him out on his first real field assignment, get some fresh air... He sighs gently, and makes a vague effort to think of something happier than that, especially right now. He leans forward to kiss the back of his neck delicately instead.

Ianto chuckles and looks back at Jack with sleepy eyes. "Hi there."

"More than a little," Jack informs him promptly. "You're three hours late for work. You may get fired."

Jack is clearly the original lying liar who lies.

"Would a new blend of coffee do the trick, do you think?"

"Hmm, coffee is very convincing..."

Jack chuckles at him, warm and relaxed, and just... happy to have someone here and talking so seriously about coffee of all things.

"Shh. Take your time. Rest is valuable too, you know."

It ought to be mentioned that yes, Jack can say that without feeling in the slightest bit hypocritical.

"I've heard that," Ianto murmurs. "I've heard some people sleep every night. Not sure I believe it."

He pulls the blanket up over them a little higher and snuggles a little closer.

"Unnatural. That's what I call it," Jack says comfortably into Ianto's hair.

Jack is smug.

"I'll never get tired of that," he mutters.

(Pity the twentieth century.)

Well, that was direct. Jack shifts a little to look down, mildly surprised - as well as just a little charmed. He'd figured there was maybe a need for comfort, and at least superficial attraction, because you learn to read people over the years. Just... apparently not all that well.

"No?" he says, and grins. "You're doing my ego all kinds of favours tonight."

[OOC: And to be desperately irritating, I must go sleep. Work trial tomorrow. *flails sleepily* Night!]

[ooc: how dare you leave when I'm thoroughly enjoying reading this? :P

This is just brilliant, ladies. Perfectly in-character and making me giggle. What a lovely thread to wake up to. *grins*]

[ooc: Thanks! :D]

Jack laughs easily. "But I do it so well."

Grinning, he puts the blanket over his head, too. After a moment, rather muffled, "You know, it doesn't have to be a one-time thing if you don't want it to be."

It's rather like being in a cocoon. "I don't want to cramp your style. I don't know what you get up to away from here."

Jack chuckles again.

"Now I'm really curious what exactly you're envisaging."

"I haven't any idea. I don't know what I'm talking about at all."

He finds Jack's hip and gives it a squeeze. "There's nobody I want more than you. That's all I know."

Jack smiles to himself, just a little sadly, and rests his forehead against what he's fairly sure must be Ianto's shoulder.

"Then you can have me," he says quietly.

"Oh," Ianto breathes, and he wraps his arms around Jack's neck and kisses his hair.

Jack closes his eyes.

God, it's been a long time since he could just - relax with someone else. Someone that matters like only Torchwood have, for years, and not even all of those.

And then - because he's Jack - he says, thoughtfully, "I'm really very easy, aren't I?"

Ianto quietly laughs. "What makes you say that?"

"Just random insight," says Jack airily, who has known since he was in his mid-teens. "Occasionally you get a reminder of these things."

Ianto pulls back the blanket--it was getting stuffy under there--and props his head on his hand so he can look down into Jack's face. He says quietly, "I find you very complicated. And worth every second."

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Jack reaches down to run a lazy hand through Ianto's hair.

"Thanks," he says after a few seconds pause, oddly touched. "It's good to know."

Ianto smiles and leans their foreheads together a moment, then lays down his head with a quiet sigh.

"We really must sleep in my bed sometime," he says eventually. "We'll both fit."

Jack snickers.

"I won't deny that," he says. "Although this has it's advantages."

He nuzzles what he can reach, which is mostly the base of Ianto's neck. He's pleasantly warm.

"Though this is very cozy," Ianto murmurs. "Could stay right here for quite a while."

"And my plan comes to fruition," Jack murmurs back, half laughing.

"Oh I see . . . all an elaborate plan to get out of buying an extra blanket." He rubs his hands over Jack's back.

"Mmm-hmm. Torchwood budget, you are all mine, you saucy minx..."

Odd how 'Torchwood budget' seems to translate to 'Ianto,' if what Jack's hands are doing is any indication.

"No argument there, sir."

To his credit, Ianto is only a little breathless.

Jack cackles.

It's a little disturbing, truth be told.

Isn't the working world a chore?

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