"Ianto!" Jack's distinctive voice sang through the earpiece in the young Welshman's ear. "Sexy, lovely Ianto."
Ianto let the words hang between them before replying. He could almost heart Jack's heart racing.
"Yes Jack."
"Want to come Weevil hunting?"
It was the code they always used. At first it was a secret between the two of them, but Ianto was sure the others were catching on. Only last week Owen had commented on the amount of time Jack and Ianto spent 'Weevil hunting'. Perhaps it was time to think up a new one.
"Now?"
"Of course now, when did you think I meant?" Jack sounded faintly irritated.
"Well I was just about to de-scale the kettles."
"Ever the perfectionist," Jack commented. "You'll just have to leave them for later."
"Tosh will moan," Ianto warned him. " And Owen will complain if his tea tastes funny."
Jack sighed heavily.
"Fine, I will come and help de-scale the kettles and then we'll go Weevil hunting."
"We could always just stay here," Ianto suggested. "After all, there's nobody here. Except Myfanwy and she'll not bother us. I fed her an hour ago."
Jack considered the notion for a moment.
"Ok, though I don't like the thought of being watched by a dinosaur."
Ianto laughed.
"Excuse me! Who was the one who grabbed my bum in Tesco's the other day? So being watched by a bunch of old aged pensioners and screaming toddlers is ok but a dinosaur is pushing things a bit too far?"
"I intend to do more than grab your bum Ianto," Jack reasoned.
"So instead of talking about this, why don't you come up here and put it into action."
"So we're not de-scaling the kettles now?" Jack asked hopefully.
"Jack we will always de-scale the kettles first."
A few days later...
"Ianto!"
"Yes Jack."
"Fancy de-scaling the kettles?"