A/N: Howdy! I just wanted to let you all know that 'Diolch i chi' means 'Thank you' in Welsh, according to Google Translate anyway. Please review!
Ianto Jones sat on the Hub's tattered brown sofa with a long sigh.
Hunting Weevils all day was not exactly the Welshman's idea of fun. One of them had put a hole through Ianto's favorite midnight black suit, which did not exactly help Ianto's mood.
He put rubbed his hands against his face and leaned back, sinking into the warmth of the couch.
Ianto was almost in one of those wonderful realities of sleep when he felt another large, warm presence join him on the worn old sofa. He opened his eyes and glanced at the source of the heat. He felt a slow, lazy smile spread across his face.
"Jack," Ianto said.
Jack smiled at Ianto, taking off his WWII coat and covering Ianto and himself with it.
Jack put an arm around Ianto and pulled the younger man close, rubbing his hand against Ianto's shoulder.
Ianto was just snuggling into Jack's warmth, his shoulders tense and aching, when Jack sighed and shifted his position on the sofa so he was just behind Ianto.
Ianto raised a dark eyebrow in wonder, but it quickly fell as Jack began to massage his tense shoulders. Ianto let out a moan and his head fell backward. Jack's hands undid the knots in Ianto's shoulders that hurt the worst.
Jack whispered, "Shhh," as Ianto made tiny sounds of approval.
"You need to unwind. It's been a long, hard day," Jack had leaned forward to whisper that bit into Ianto's ear, tickling the tiny hairs just inside his ear. Ianto shivered and nodded.
"Right then," Ianto said quietly, letting Jack take some of the weight off of his shoulders.
"Diolch i chi," Ianto said in his native tongue before he fell into that wonderful dreamland sleep provided, his head in Jack's lap while Jack massaged Ianto's shoulders, both men on the tattered sofa in the Hub.