Jack chuckled, smiling softly at Ianto, who was on again about some story Jack swore was hilarious, but could never bring himself to listen to. It was too difficult with Ianto curled up like
he was, in Jacks bed, in Jack's arms. Oh, and only in his boxers and the tight t-shirt he has insisted on after Jack took all the blankets last night. Man, that boy could work a t-shirt. That
wasn't the point, though, and Jack tuned in just to hear the tail end of a quip about Owen. "Yeah- I wonder how he's going to react to all this snow. I can't see Owen being one to like cold." Jack attempted, a weak jab at trying to make conversation they both knew wasn't necessary. Ianto, however, had a different reaction. A spark stirred behind blue Iris, a long since dormant love. "Snow?" He probed. Jack nodded. "Yeah, it's snowing. Like, now," he laughed, "What? Were you too distracted by my-". It was too late though, Ianto was up, and almost out the door before the innuendo could find its way to Jack's mouth. "Ianto? Ianto! Wait- You- You're not even wearing PANTS!"
Ianto was a man possessed. Up the ladder, out of Jacks office, down the hall, into the tourists office, out the door and onto the bay- and the snow! Oh, the snow! Ianto couldn't help himself. The little welsh boy in side him was nearly jumping for joy. And Ianto, not being much more than a boy, and not full of enough cynicism yet to see snow as mere frozen water that blocks roads, nearly jumped himself. Or, close enough. He laughed. He spun. He stuck his tongue out and caught a flake. The cold nipping gently on his exposed arms and legs has hardly anything more than a mild concern. It was SNOWING! He was so busy he didn't notice Jack coolly surveying the situation until it was too late. By the time the two gazes locked Jack was ready, one eyebrow cocked and eyes ready to pierce the soul. This was his "What are you doing?" look. Ianto quickly stopped his frolicking. He adjusted a tie that wasn't there. He straightened his posture. He had gone from completely free and happy to hiding behind the straight laced Ianto mask in ten seconds flat. Jack couldn't help it. It was his turn to laugh.
"It's not that bloody funny- I just like snow. Plenty of people like snow. It's no big-"Ianto couldn't quite finish that thought. He was busy focusing on the fact that Jack had moved to hold him around the waist. "You are crazy!" Jack laughed and kissed him. It was one of those kisses. The end the movie, save the picture in a box, let the music play and pan out kisses. Two men (one impossibly old one impossibly young inside) in a Cardiff winter, wearing nothing but boxers, kissing on top of a secret sci-fi base. It was as beautiful as it was absurd.