"Wake up already, won't you?" Jack groaned. Ianto loved to sleep in on Sundays, but Jack couldn't sleep. He hadn't in a long time.
"Make your own damn coffee this morning" Ianto threw a pillow at Jack as he said this, rolling over to shield his face from the mid-morning light filtering through the curtains.
"Oh, you know that's the last thing on my mind." Jack whispered into the back of Ianto's neck.
"Well, at least make me some coffee before any of that."
"Fine, be back in a moment." Jack began to get out from under the tangle of sheet and duvet. He strutted out of Ianto's bedroom, bed sheet hanging around his waist, only to double back. "Where is it again?"
"By the toaster, where it always is" Ianto mumbled into his pillow. Jack strolled into Ianto's kitchen. The flat was small, but open and airy. Dark masculine furniture was offset by pale sunset colors on the walls. The kitchen was a few feet of counter with a hob, oven, and toaster.
"Coffee pot, coffee pot... Where did you put it again?" Jack called to the bedroom.
"You really are hopeless." Ianto said, sitting on one of the bar stools on the other side of the slightly peeling island of counter space. He had put on boxers, a button down shirt and tie, as if he expected to keep them on. Stark contrast to Jack's half on bed sheet.
"Well, maybe at the kind of wizardry that turns brown dust into the nectar of the gods,"
"Hmph."
"But at other things," Jack came around to Ianto's side of the counter, "Many people, and other life forms, say I'm fairly ok."
"Hmph." Ianto replied with a smirk, just brushing Jack as he moved to retrieve the coffee pot from a lower cabinet. Jack Watched him from the recently vacated barstool, imagining all the ways that tie could come in handy, the least imaginative of which being dragging Ianto back to bed.
Lost in fantasies of the man in front of him, Jack failed to notice the mug placed in front of him. Or the fact that his sheet had fallen off.
"Er, Jack?"
"Mm?"
"Your coffee's cold."
"Oh!" Jack picked it up and downed it all at once. "Gah! Definitely not as good cold."
"The coffee's not the only thing that looks cold." Ianto walked around to Jack and placed the fallen sheet around his shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes.
"Kiss me?"
"I thought you wouldn't ask." Ianto whispered as he leaned in. His arms wrapped around Jack, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the thin cotton. Jack began to unbutton his shirt and Ianto went to take off the preposterous tie.
"No, leave it on" Growled Jack into his ear. Ianto placed his hands back onto Jack's bare, hot, skin where the sheet had once again fallen.
"Come to bed." Jack begged with one hand in Ianto's hair, the other on his tie. Ianto backed The several feet back to his bedroom, still kissing Jack. Upon reaching the bedroom Ianto turned and pushed Jack onto the bed. Jack, with one hand still on Ianto's tie, pulled him down on top of him. He wrapped an arm around Ianto's waist and rolled over on top of him.
"Always the dominant one, aren't you Jack?" Ianto panted as Jack moved the kiss to Ianto's neck. Jack responded with a bite that made Ianto gasp.
"When did it get dark out?" Jack asked.
"Er, somewhere between the fourth and the fifth." Ianto mumbled into Jack's chest, where he was slumped exhausted. "Do you even know what human stamina is?"
"About half of what you've got." Jack replied, stroking Ianto's scratched up back. They sat in silence for a while, a sleepy silence where each had thoughts concerning only the other. After a time Ianto fell into a doze to the rhythm of Jacks heartbeat. Jack settled in for another night with his lover, his only love, in his arms.