A/N: Janto is my OTP of OTPs okay. You should know that now. I got this idea from the audio drama called 'Deadline', and the idea wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote this little fic in a very boring RE lesson.
Hope you enjoy!
Jack was lying in Ianto's bed, fast asleep, and Ianto lay next to him. Jack knew that sometimes his lover watched him while he slept - Ianto had told him whilst Jack was in a coma. It was soothing, watching his chest rise and fall gently, they way Jack smiled, how peaceful and calm and quiet he was when he was dreaming. Ianto often wondered what Jack dreamt of. He had seen so much, had lived for so long. An immortal being who could have (and probably will have) shared a bed with royalty, and here he was in Ianto's small flat. Thinking about that never failed to piqué Ianto's interest. He was always too polite to ask though.
he saw in the half darkness that Jack had awoken, and was looking at him with a smirk.
'Can't sleep?' he asked simply, American accent thick with sleep.
Ianto shifted so he lay on his side. 'It doesn't matter.' He paused, then: 'What were you dreaming of?'
Jack copied Ianto so that they both lay on their sides, facing each other. He trailed a finger gently down Ianto's right arm. 'You. And me. Living a normal life together.'
'Really?' Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. 'You're not just saying that because of what I said when you were in that coma, are you?'
'Would I lie to you, Ianto?'
Honestly, Jack, I don't know, Ianto thought as he shook his head.
'I dreamt that we were old. Can you imagine? You still looked handsome, even with grey hair and wrinkles,' Jack smiled dazedly.
Ianto looked away. 'What about you? What were you like?'
'I was old. I don't think it suited me. We were married, you know,' he added casually.
'Sounds lovely,' Ianto said in a carefully controlled tone. Jack looked at him scrutinisingly, before his expression softened and he leaned to kiss his lover.
'If circumstances had been different...' he left the rest of the sentence unsaid. Ianto understood. He gave Jack a peck on the lips and moved closer so that they were holding each other.
'You have a beautiful smile,' he whispered.
'Thank you.'
They stayed silent for a while.
'Jack?' Ianto spoke up.
'Yes?'
'You could be anywhere you wanted to be. Why are you here?'
'Would you rather I left?'
'No!' Ianto said loudly. He looked away, embarrassed. 'Of course not. I was just... never mind.'
'The whole of space and time at my fingertips, and I'm here with you. This, right now, is where I want to be. I wouldn't have it any other way.'
Ianto kissed him properly then, long and hard, trying to express the words he was still afraid to say.
Jack drew back first. 'Go to sleep, Ianto Jones. Busy day tomorrow.'
'Is there ever a slow day at Torchwood?' Ianto asked, and Jack barked a laugh.
'I guess not,' he grinned, before his expression softened slightly. He kissed the Welshman's forehead lightly. 'Now get to sleep.'
'Okay,' Ianto whispered in reply. He shut his eyes and succumbed to sleep not long after, still in Jack's warm embrace.