'Ianto.'

Sleepy eyes opened in the darkness. 'Jack.'

'What's wrong with my manners in bed?'

'What?'

Jack propped himself up beside Ianto. 'My manners, in bed, have you been talking with the others?'

Ianto tried to decipher what Jack was talking about. 'Why would I talk to anyone else about us, we barely talk about us.' He rolled onto his side. 'Or are you talking about Gwen's crack about.' He sighed softly. 'Of course you are.' He brushed against Jack's shoulder. 'I would hardly talk to Gwen.' His hand moved down Jack's chest, resting on his hip. 'I happen to like your manners in bed.' He planted a sleepy kiss on Jack's lips. 'And out of bed, most of the time.'

'Only most of the time?'

'Sometimes you don't lock the door.'

'Sometimes there isn't time.' He rolled Ianto under him as he kissed him back. 'What about now?'

Ianto sighed softly. 'Didn't we just finish making love?'

'So, do you want me to stop?'

Ianto shook his head as Jack entered him. 'No but this does prove my point.'

Jack circled his tongue around Ianto's nipple before tugging it gently between his teeth, knowing Ianto would start moaning with pleasure. Sometimes it wasn't about playing fair as he grinned. 'I think I rather like your point, I know you like mine.'

Ianto knew there was nothing to be gained in lying to Jack, the man played his body like a maestro with a Stradivarius violin. Eliciting all manner of tones and responses from his willing body, so he just moaned softly and smiled in the darkness.

Jack needed this. Acceptance, from Ianto. He'd once told Ianto that he could make the hard decisions because he'd been cold so long. But this man, he challenged that, changing who Jack was. Captain Jack Harkness was learning that he really did have a heart after all. Thinking was distracting him when he wanted to loose himself in the feeling of being held tightly by Ianto. What had started as sleepy sex became a demand for oblivion. Jack lost himself in Ianto as they moved together until they finally came as one. Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack and snuggled down next to him as sleep claimed him.

Jack woke to the smell of coffee but no Ianto in the bed. He liked Saturday mornings, if there were no rift related emergencies they would go home to Ianto's on Friday. They stayed at the Hub most nights in the week, but weekends were for Ianto's bed. Except now there was no Ianto, but coffee was definitely getting closer. He grinned as Ianto walked into the bedroom carrying a coffee cup, which he handed over.

'I thought you might want one.'

Jack grinned. 'I want you more.'

'Careful Jack, I might get ideas if you say things like that.'

'What sort of ideas?' He didn't know how, but Ianto made the best coffee. He didn't think he would ever understand the British fascination with tea, but coffee, that he understood. And Ianto was a man who understood good coffee.

Ianto draped his dressing gown over the end of the bed and climbed under the covers. He took the coffee cup from Jack and sat it on the night stand. 'I think you'll just have to guess.' He started kissing Jack before licking his way down to Jack's nipples. 'I've been thinking.'

'Ah ha.' Jack tried to focus on what Ianto was saying as he felt the moist, demanding tongue move over his body. Licking one nipple then the other. 'You have.'

'Hmm hmm.' Ianto pushed Jack back so he was lying down while Ianto's hands moved over his chest and tweaked his nipples as lips followed a path down to his belly button. He cried out as Ianto's tongue explored the dips and lines of his muscles and teeth nipped gently at his body. Fingertips tracing the contours his tongue was following. Ianto was enjoying Jack's response and wasn't rushing as he kissed, licked, nibbled and caressed his lover's body. 'I've been giving this a lot of thought.' His breath hot on Jack's cock as he lightly ran his tongue around the head. Finger tips running up and down the shaft in feather light strokes. He grinned as he felt Jack move to hold his head, trying to encourage him to take his cock deeper into his mouth. Ianto shook his head as he looked up to met Jack's hungry gaze.

Jack thought he was going to explode, Ianto was teasing him and giving him his little half smile, which with the look in his eyes meant Jack had no option but to lie there and take it. Whatever Ianto had in mind, he wasn't going to be dissuaded or hurried or cajoled, Jack just had to lie back and take it like a man. And he was going to enjoy every lick, suck, nibble and touch Ianto had to offer. He was just glad he'd managed to drink most of his coffee before Ianto had taken the cup away. He gave himself up to Ianto's exploration and wasn't disappointed as Ianto began rubbing a lubricated finger over his arse.

Slipping his finger in Ianto was rewarded with a low moan which grew louder as his finger moved deeper. The pad of his finger exploring the tight smoothness of Jack's arse. Sliding a second finger in he swallowed Jack's cock taking him deep into his mouth. If he got the angle right, he could talk all of Jack. Jack held still, he wanted to thrust against Ianto but they had explored this a number of times in the past. On the right angle, he knew Ianto could take all of him. The times they had gotten it right he'd thought his head would explode. He cried out and had to hold the bed to stop himself lifting off the mattress.

Satisfied he had Jack where he wanted Ianto moved into position, the head of his cock pushing gently against Jack's arse. Holding himself he waited until Jack pushed back against him. He slipped just the head of his cock into Jack before withdrawing.

Jack groaned. 'Ianto what are you doing to me?'

He grinned as he slipped in and out. 'You can't feel it?'

'Oh yeah, I can feel it, but fuck me already.'

'No.' Ianto just smiled, he didn't stop what he was doing, he didn't want to. In and out, only the head of his cock, with the occasional deeper thrust. Just enough for Jack to be panting and begging for more, for everything.

'Cruel Ianto Jones, very cruel.'

Ianto slid in with a deeper stroke and kissed Jack lightly on the check. 'You like it.'

Jack just grinned, he could get used to Ianto taking the lead. He suspected Ianto already knew that as Ianto judged the moment, deciding to give Jack what he wanted.

They lay in each others arms trying to catch their breath. Jack looked at the time and frowned.

'What are we doing awake this early on a Saturday morning.'

'Ah.'

'Ianto Jones, you are up to something.'

Ianto weighed his options, Jack would either say yes or no. 'There is a church jumble sale on today.'

'You want to buy jumble?'

'Two hundred years living in Wales and you don't know what a jumble sale is?'

'I'm assuming it's very British then.'

Ianto frowned, he wasn't sure if Jack was being serious or taking the mickey. 'I'm going, they may have Wedgwood and there are a few pieces I've been looking for.'

'Meaning you'd like me to come with you.'

'I thought we just did, but yes, if you want to.'

'What do I get if I say yes?'

Ianto just looked at Jack with his eyebrows raised.

Jack grinned and kissed Ianto's forehead. 'Just don't expect me to hold hands or be excited about crockery.'

Ianto kissed him back. 'I accept your terms, and we've probably got time to fool around in the shower.'

'Down payment for my promise of good behaviour?'

'If you like. First one there gets to be on top.' He leapt out of bed and moved towards the shower. Jack grinned as he moved a little slower than Ianto, he didn't mind losing now and again.