It was a sunny day and the big bedroom window was giving a very comfortable greenhouse effect, despite it being a bit chilly outside. Or, "bloody frigid," according to Ianto, who was never gladder he'd been so specific about only considering south-facing flats with that estate agent.
Jack lay sprawled over slightly more than half the bed, grinning placidly.
Ianto sighed and shifted, propping himself up on one arm, just looking at Jack. It was pretty rare to see Jack smile like that, without any of the fakeness that usually accompanied his flashier grins.
"So, approximately how long does the average Weevil hunt take?"
"This one is difficult. Very clever at dodging nets," Jack murmured, reaching over to pull Ianto closer.
"Fancy that," Ianto smirked, leaning in for a kiss.
Jack held him there, deepening the kiss until they both became breathless and dissolved into perfectly unmanly giggles.
"Somebody-or-other once said sex is the most fun you can have without laughing. What a lie!" Jack snickered.
Ianto just rolled his eyes (affectionately) and snuggled in. "Feel a bit guilty about telling them we're working."
"Maybe 'Weevil hunting' is just a euphemism."
"Oh god," Ianto groaned. "That'll give me nightmares."
"Ah, so you'd prefer calling it a meeting with the 'mini-Captain and his two lieutenants'?"
Ianto let out a long sigh. "You know what, you're right. We do need a cover story."
"You're all dignity, Mr. Jones," Jack grinned, kissing Ianto's forehead.
"It's a daily struggle to maintain," Ianto grumbled.
"In our lives, yeah. You manage it spectacularly, though. And you keep me honest along the way."
"That's not so difficult. You're a good man, Jack Harkness."
Jack went still and quiet. I'm so afraid you'll one day find out I'm not.
Ianto held onto him tighter. One day I'll find a way to make you believe it.