Ice Creams and Captains
Ianto was rudely awoken by the sound of metal scraping on plastic, he wondered what dared to wake him at this time of night, hoping it wasn't a green, three eyed alien climbing up his drain pipe. Again. He reluctantly turned over in bed and rolled his eyes at what he saw.
"Jack, is it really necessary for you to be eating ice cream at..." He glanced at his watch, "...half twelve at night?! Especially that loudly!"
Jack froze. His face resembled that of a small child caught stealing sweets. Ianto couldn't help but smirk at the guilty look on his lovers face.
"I…I had a craving." Feeling slightly stupid (was Jack blushing?!) he offered the spoon to Ianto and grinned. "Open wide?"
"No. As much as I would love to stay awake and eat ice cream with you, I, unlike some, have to get up early and do paperwork in the morning. Sir." He added the sir as an afterthought, knowing the effect it had on his Captain.
Chuckling at the dejected look on Jack's face, the Welshman reached over and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Jack looked rather proud of himself at this and said "Fine, suit yourself, all the more for me." And continued shovelling ice cream in his mouth at an alarming pace.
"You might want to slow down... If you eat that much, that quickly, I'm going to be scraping you off the ceiling, you know how hyper you get when you eat that stuff!" Ianto said, amused.
Again, Jack just grinned and again, Ianto just rolled his eyes and gave the hint of a smirk. "Goodnight, Jack." Turning back over Ianto smiled to himself and drifted into a contented sleep involving dreams of ice creams and captains.