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"Ianto has a birth mark."

After a long and tiring afternoon of Weevil hunting, all Gwen wanted was a bloody nap; but Jack, it seemed, was determined to thwart that plan. So with a long suffering sigh, she looked up at her boss from where he seemingly towered over her position on the couch. "And why, Jack, why on earth would you think I would need to know this?"

That shit-eating grin of his flashed as he shoved her feet over to take a seat on the couch, stretching out as far as he could. "Because it's adorable."

"Somehow I don't think Ianto would appreciate the moniker; nor would our wonderful Mr. Jones appreciate me knowing about his birth mark."

Ianto leaned out over the railing from the hot house door. "What wouldn't I appreciate?" he questioned curiously.

Gwen very deliberately ignored the look Jack gave her as she stared up at the Welshman. "The Captain here sharing with me that you've got a birth mark."

His eyes went wide as blue saucers and moments later he took off running, reaching Jack faster that Gwen would have thought possible. Quick as a flash he had his hand over his lover's mouth. "Don't you dare," he warned with a frown.

Jack might have said something along the lines of 'it's cute', though it was hard to tell through his mouth full of Ianto's hand.

Gwen took in the almost frantic look on Ianto's face and the smirk in Jack's eyes and felt her curiosity pique. "Well now you've got me curious. Go on, what is it then?"

"It's a little…" Jack only managed the three words before Ianto regained the upper hand and clamped his hand back down hard enough to bruise.

"Don't." The single word came out as a plea that shone from his eyes as well as his voice.

As their female counterpart watched, an entire conversation seemed to take place between them; only through the use of two pairs of blue eyes. Then Ianto's eyes fluttered closed and he gave a shiver that could only be described as delicious.

"All right, that's my cue to leave," Gwen announced, rising from the couch. "I'm going home to my husband and my bed." She leaned down to kiss each of them on the cheek. "You two behave."

When the cog wheel door shut behind her Ianto removed his hand with a sigh. In the clear, he looked fondly down at Jack. "Behave?"

He grinned. "Never."

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Later as they lay together on that same couch, Ianto swatted half-heartedly at Jack's back.

"Why on earth did you try and tell Gwen?"

He laughed. "Because it's cute, and you know how I like to share."

"It's not cute," he muttered. "It's very manly."

Jack nodded soberly. "Yes, you have a very manly ice cream cone shaped birth mark next to your belly button."

They both managed to hold out about five seconds before they burst out laughing. "Okay, so maybe not so manly, but can you see why I wouldn't want Gwen to know?"

"I wouldn't have told her. I just love making you squirm that way."

"So proved when you licked the one part of my hand that happens to be rather sensitive."

He could hear the fatigue in the younger man's voice and he gazed down at him contentedly, running a hand through Ianto's hair. "You should get some sleep; it's been a long couple of days."

"Always is," he whispered tiredly.

Jack pressed a soft kiss to Ianto's shoulder. "All the more reason."

His sigh tickled across Jack's skin. "Let me sleep in and you can have all the ice cream you want."

He snorted at the rare innuendo. "We'd give Gwen quite a surprise in the morning."

"She's had worse."

Jack knew he was about to lose Ianto to sleep, so he finally gave in and closed his eyes; but not before he could add one last thing. "I do love ice cream."

Note From The Author—Innuendo much? I don't know if Gareth or Ianto have birth marks but I just couldn't resist.