"I don't know how you can stand it," Jack moaned, dragging a hand over his face and instantly regretting it. With a disgusted sigh, Jack got up to run the tap to as cold as it would go and washed his face, letting the cool water trickle down his neck and splashing some over his shoulders and arms as well.
"I'm perfectly comfortable," Ianto commented, blissfully stretched out, one corner of the duvet wrapped around his leg.
Jack plodded back into the bedroom, pouting. "I feel like I went swimming in woolly combinations, and I literally can't get any more naked."
"You'll feel cooler if you stop talking and close your eyes," Ianto recommended.
"Yeah, right," Jack grumbled, lying down again and trying to keep as much of his skin exposed to whatever minimal air current happened through the room.
"Well, you know," Ianto said, turning over, "there's one thing that always helps you sleep well…."
Jack glanced over momentarily. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but… it's too hot for sex. I'd just end up even hotter."
"Poor Jack," Ianto murmured, with at least a little trace of sympathy in his voice.
"You shouldn't be able to cope with this heat, either, you know? You're not adapted to it at all!"
"You, on the other hand, should be adapted to it, if what you've said about Boeshane is accurate."
Jack frowned. "Yeah, well that was an increasingly minor fraction of my life. I've spent a lot more time getting adapted to cold and wet."
"And I've spent my entire life cold and wet. Hot and sticky is a welcome change."
Jack snorted. "Says the man who rushes for the wet flannel immediately after -"
"Ever try getting that out of body hair once it's dried?"
"Fair point," Jack conceded.
"You know, it's bound to be a lot cooler in the Hub. If you really can't sleep here, we could go -"
"No," Jack sighed. "You really don't get to enjoy this sort of weather very much. I wouldn't deprive you of it."
"You are allowed to go without me, you know."
"Now that I don't want. I'll be a lot less miserable here… even if I am roasting my guts out."
Ianto just snickered and burrowed contentedly into his pillow. He'd remember this next time Jack teased him for complaining about the cold!