Doing A Little "Research"

Jack closes his eyes and clutches the blanket until his orgasm subsides. Then, he kisses Ianto's shoulder and rolls onto the strange mattress.

"Any thoughts?" Jack asks.

Ianto stares up into the darkness and replies, "What you did just now is criminal." His breathing is still slightly ragged.

"Correction. What we did. And it's no big deal."

"No?"

"Breaking and entering is technically illegal, but --"

"Ha! So you admit that we're doing something wrong."

"If anyone asks, we are conducting an investigation… which is true… in a manner of speaking… We did come here to conduct a scientific study."

"Scientific?"

"Well, maybe not scientific, but what we are doing has practical value," Jack reminds his young lover.

Ianto rolls his eyes and chuckles.

"All I have to do is rattle off a few security codes, and everything will be right as rain," Jack says smugly. "What's the fun of being in Torchwood if we can't use our positions for a bit of personal gain once in a while?"

"You did turn off the security cameras while I was playing the look-out?" Ianto asks.

"Yes."

"And you do have archival CCTV footage that we can loop back into the system?"

"I told you I've got it covered," Jack assures him. "Admit it. You enjoy the thrill of doing something a little naughty."

Ianto says nothing.

"You like being bad," Jack insists.

Ianto doesn't say one word.

Jack tickles the younger man's love handles and murmurs, "Admit it."

"Fine!" Ianto shouts as he begins to laugh.

"Shhh."

Ianto lowers his voice. "That was fun. This is fun."

"So how did it feel?" Jack asks again.

"Firm."

"Yeah?"

"Just right actually," Ianto says thoughtfully.

"And?"

"Good support. Very comfortable," the Welshman concludes. "Do you want to try something different?"

Ianto sits up and shines a flashlight around the empty mattress shop.

"Let's just rest here for a while," Jack murmurs. "We should probably test the cuddle factor."

"The cuddle factor? Still trying to make this trip scientific?"

"Hey, I thought you'd appreciate that," Jack retorts as he spoons his lover. "I know how seriously you take comparison shopping."

THE END