They say you shouldn't eat a big meal too close to bedtime, lest you have strange dreams. When you're Torchwood, however, you eat and sleep when the Rift allows, superstition be damned! Devouring half a pizza and passing out for (hopefully) a few hours was a way of life.
Ianto knew there was nothing for it when he was having trouble keeping his eyes open as he ate. The moment he put his plate aside and sat back, he'd be out for the count. He only hoped to avoid dreams of Weevils and world-threatening space junk.
He hadn't expected such a mundane dream. Curled up on the couch, with Jack, drinking beer and watching some '80s cult film – were those muppets… and David Bowie? – and, of course, a shag. Ianto knew it was a dream, though, because sex in dreams was never as good as the real thing. And sex with Jack was always even better than the real thing. Then, afterward, when he looked again, it was something else entirely on the telly. Queer as Folk? Oh, no, that was definitely a dream.
When Ianto woke up, he was still on the couch in the Hub, curled up on his side, with an odd but surprisingly comfortable pillow (which, after a few bleary moments, he realized was Jack's lap). Ianto half expected Jack to tease him about nodding off in a "compromising" position, but when he glanced up, Jack's head was lolled against the back of the couch and he was snoring softly.
Closing his eyes again and drifting off again, Ianto could only imagine what Jack's pizza-fueled dreams were like…
