Jack rolled over so that his arms were crossed; he was lying on his stomach, and looking up at Ianto. Their bed sheets were tangled around their legs, and Ianto was reclined with his arms behind his head. Faint white scars traced the twenty five year old's arms, long lines both thick and thins, circles the size of cigarettes, covering both arms, all the way to the shoulder. A scar just right of his heart had always worried Jack. It closely resembled a bullet wound.
"I know you won't tell me about your scars, but will you tell me how you can suck dick so well? You told me you were a virgin." Jack asked, and Ianto's vibrant blue eyes flicked closed. They opened again, and Jack saw pain, worry, and remorse in them. Ianto reached out a hand, and ran it through Jack's hair.
"My gag reflex and I are quite good friends," Ianto answered. Jack frowned. Ianto sighed. His head tilted to the left and he stared at Jack for a long moment. Jack found his eyes too intense to meet, and dropped his eyes to Ianto's body. The younger man was thin. Very thin. He was nearing emaciated, but he had a large amount of muscle that made him look healthier. His collarbones could hold water. His ribs were very prominent. His hip bones looked sharp. His waist couldn't be more than 24 inches around.
"How much do you weigh?" Jack asked abruptly, suddenly afraid he would break his boyfriend.
"55 kilograms," Ianto answered. Jack looked startled.
"That's way too low. That's only 120 some pounds," Jack told him. "You're six feet tall!" Ianto smiled sadly at him. He heaved a heavy sigh.
"Gag reflex," He murmured. His eyes drifted closed. "I'm anorexic binge/purge subtype. Or, rather, I was. I'm pretty much recovered. I just don't have time to eat any more."
"why?" Jack frowned.
"It wasn't a choice, cariad. It just happened," Ianto said. Jack was quiet. "I can show you," Ianto said.
"How?" Jack frowned.
"I learned memory walking in London," Ianto shrugged. Jack nodded. Ianto placed his hands on jack's temples. Jack felt his world dissolve.