Disclaimer: If I owned all of this, they would all be alive and living happily ever after here in Florida with me. But sadly I do not own.
It was like sleeping with an oven.
The first few times Ianto shared a bed with Jack he awoke in the middle of the night, worried his boss turned lover was running a fever. This theory would be shattered in the morning when Jack would spring from the bed humming show tunes as he showered and trying to pull Ianto into another round of love making before Tosh showed up.
He didn't remember Lisa being that warm. Holding her had been calming, her head tucked under his arm, sleeping so deep Ianto worried she was dead. She admitted later that it was more the sleeping pills she took that would knock her out for nine hours straight.
Jacob, who he had shared a bed with while traveling through Germany the year he finished with school, had never been that hot. Quite the opposite actually, Jacob's feet would be freezing when he would rub them up and down Ianto's calves, jerking him off under the sheets. They had been kicked out of more than one youth hostile when Ianto had moaned just a little too loud.
He couldn't remember having this problem for the two months he and Rhiannon had shared a bed when he was a kid, money being tight, and his family had moved in with his Grandmother Jones. His parents had the guest room and he and his sister had slept on a fold out couch purchased in 1973. He had been too young to think the situation odd until the kids at school had gotten wind of it and teased him mercilessly. When the family moved towns later that school year, Ianto told his first lie about his family.
Ianto had tried everything he knew. Jack would shut off fans claiming they made too much noise and would raise the air conditioning back up when he came to bed. "You're the only person in Wales who insists on even having the damn thing installed," Jack would mutter as he shut it off. In one desperate attempt, Ianto had hidden all of his comforters and blankets only to find Jack's great coat covering both of them when he awoke at 3 AM sweating bullets.
It wasn't until Ianto lay on the floor of the Thames building that he understood why Jack insisted on the heat. It wasn't until the cold began to seep through him and he could feel the icy chill of death creeping up his back that Ianto understood Jack's desire for warmth.
But of course by then it was too late.
A/N: Okay where did THAT come from? I'm sorry, I meant for something cute and fluffy and it just kinda grew into something sad.