I Always Come Back For You
'Jack…' Ianto whispers, gasping slightly as he looks the American in the eyes. He leans closer to the ever-so-naked Jack in the back of the SUV and wants, despite the man's filthy state, to embrace him, hug him tight to his chest and never let go.
'Ianto…' Jack calls roughly, before his voice again becomes soothing melody, '… come here, Yan.'
The words urge Ianto into the moment, softly tugging him closer toward that most intimate touch he once took for granted. Then, in a brief reprieve of motion, his eye is drawn unwillingly to the rear view mirror. Gwen -their self-designated driver- glances at him, then with a soft smile, turns back to the window.
'I… I thought I'd lost you, Jack,' he shrugs, trying to hide his embarrassment, but his misting eyes give him away.
'I'll always come back for you, Yan. Always.'