Ianto inhaled deeply and sat down heavily on the tattered brown couch in the Hub. After a long day of hunting Weevils and chasing a variety of aliens, Ianto Jones was absolutely exhausted.
He leaned his head back against the back of the couch and carefully straightened his tie before dozing off.
Jack tapped a pile of papers against the desk and laid them down. Finally, he had done some paperwork. Jack hung his coat up and sauntered down the stairs to find his Welshman.
By the time Jack reached him, Ianto was deep into sleep, his face a mask of bliss. Ianto was snoring gently. Jack smiled, something that felt tremendously good after not turning up the corners of his mouth for so long.
Jack sat down next to Ianto, who was dribbling a bit now. Appalling, to some, but adorable in a sense to Captain Jack Harkness.
Jack sat down carefully, as not to disturb the sleeping Welshman and gently let Ianto's head fall onto his shoulder.
Ianto didn't even flinch.
Jack gently put his arm around Ianto and sighed, muttering to himself, "Whatever are we going to do with you, Ianto Jones?"
Jack gently pressed his lips to Ianto's forehead and laid him back on the couch, standing and leaving the sleeping Welshman to sleep in peace.
And when Jack's back was turned, Ianto opened his eyes ever so slightly and smiled.