JUST A SHORT ONE OFF I WAS THINKING ABOUT AT THE LAUNDRY THIS MORNING…ENJOY
Flawless
TWTWTW
It was almost midnight on a quiet Thursday and Jack and Ianto were in the underground bunker.
Ianto leaned against Jack's shoulder and sighed. Owen was wrong about us just shagging he thought, running a hand over his lovers chest. We make love.
The young Welshman lay contented in his lovers arms, after making love for the second time that evening, and was now looking forward to a quiet night with Jack, Rift alert permitting.
Tilting his head up so he could look into Jack's eyes, Ianto asked, "Pinch me, Jack."
"Oh, and mark that flawless skin, never!"
Ianto touched a hand to the scars above and below the crook of his left arm. "Far from flawless, I'm afraid."
Jack's eyes wondered down to Ianto's arm, touching the scars. He'd seen them many time before, but never asked."Canary Wharf?"
Ianto nodded.
Jack lifted Ianto's arm to his lips and kissed the scars. "I rather like war wounds," he said, then asked, "Why do you want me to pinch you, anyway?"
"To make sure this isn't a dream."
Jack chuckled. "If it is, we're both having the same one. What are the odds on that?"
They kissed.
"I never thought my life would revolve around another man," said the Welshman. "But it does, and I kinda like it that way."
Jack smiled. "Me, too."
There was a comfortable silence between the two men, then, "There's strawberries and cream in the fridge," said Ianto, with a wicked grin on his youthful face.
"What are you waitin' for? Go get 'em!"
The rest of the evening was spent giving and receiving love.