Author's Note: This was originally a one shot story but a couple of people suggested that I should write a sequel, so thank you to them and here it finally is! Torchwood is owned by the BBC.
Chapter Two
"Right then" Ianto said, making for where they had parked the SUV, "back to the Hub?"
Ianto hadn't realised that his fingers were still interlinked with Jack's and almost yanked his arm out of his socket as Jack stopped walking in the middle of the car park. He looked back questioningly and Jack just tugged Ianto back towards him.
"We've got the bed" Jack grinned, "now we need to get the bedding."
Ianto inwardly groaned as Jack began to excitedly talk about different fabrics and wondered again why on earth he has suggested that Jack needed a new bed.
-TW-
An hour later and Ianto was slowly losing the will to live as Jack discussed the merits of a feathered duvet over the plain, ordinary down one that Ianto owned.
"Feathered ones are prickly" Ianto grumbled, getting irritated at the insults his bedding was receiving.
"Oh no sir, they're not at all" a young shop assistant interrupted, clearly trying to make a sale.
"Maybe a down one would be best" Jack finally decided.
"Great" Ianto interjected, "we'll just take one of them."
"What tog would you like sir?" the teenage boy asked.
"Tog?" Jack said confusedly.
Ianto just rolled his eyes in frustration as he realised that they were going to be a lot longer than he had thought. He surreptitiously checked his mobile, almost praying that he had missed a message from Toshiko and sighed as he realised that all must be quiet at the Hub.
"Well sir your duvet can have a tog rating of anything from 4.5 to 13.5" the shop assistant answered.
Jack just looked at Ianto and tried to pretend that he knew what the girl was talking about, "what should we go for Yan?"
Ianto held back a long suffering sigh, "well it depends if you just want one to do you all year round." He regretted his choice of words immediately as the corners of Jack's mouth twitched a little.
"A 4.5 tog duvet is really good for this time of year" the shop assistant said quickly, "it's a lightweight duvet for the summer."
"That will probably be good" Jack muttered to Ianto, "seeing as my room doesn't have much ventilation; it can get warm down there."
"True" Ianto agreed, "but equally the H-" he quickly glanced at the lad in front of them and cleared his throat "I mean your house can get cold in the winter."
This was an understatement, only last year Jack had had to stay at Ianto's flat when the generator had packed in and the Hub had plunged into below zero temperatures. It had taken Toshiko nearly three days to fix it and they were lucky that none of them had gotten seriously ill.
"You could always buy two" the salesman said hopefully.
-TW-
"Well that was fun" Ianto said drily, half an hour later, a rolled up duvet in each hand. "Can we just buy this and go back to the Hub?"
"No" Jack said gleefully, unlocking the boot of the SUV and throwing several pillows in, "we need to get pillow cases and stuff."He resisted the urge to chuckle as he saw Ianto's face, "come on! We need to decide; cotton or silk? Colours, thread count..."
Ianto stood alone for a moment beside the SUV before slamming the boot shut and resigning himself to yet more shopping.
-TW-
"Oh come on!" Ianto moaned as Jack stared at two identical white sheets. "They are exactly the same!"
Jack let out a long suffering sigh "no they're not Ianto; this one has a higher thread count."
Ianto eyed the label "and a higher price! Come on Jack you don't have to spend that much on a sheet."
"Why not?" Jack shrugged, "it's not like my money goes on rent or anything. Besides, I want us to sleep in luxury after a tough day."
Ianto opened his mouth, blinked and then shut it again; as much as he hated to admit it, the fact that Jack was thinking about him whilst making all these decisions was nice.
"Get this one" Ianto tugged the packet out of Jack's hand, "you can get two for the same price as that other one."
"Okay" Jack said, pleased to see that Ianto was finally taking an interest.
"You'll need a few more anyway for when the others are being washed" Ianto added.
"Why? You planning on making the sheets dirty with me?" Jack leered.
Ianto couldn't help but laugh at Jack's expression and pushed him playfully, "I can't take you anywhere."
"Oh but you can" Jack grinned, delighted when he saw Ianto's ears begin to go red.
"Jack!" Ianto hissed, "now is not the time or place." He couldn't help but smile though which made Jack's grin grow wider.
Ianto was slightly surprised when Jack made to hold his hand again, but quickly relaxed into it and laced their fingers together. Since he had been away Jack had been more affectionate and, as much as Ianto didn't really like to linger on the thought, as the weeks slipped by they were acting more and more like a couple.
"Ooh look" Jack said excitedly, "there's a red duvet set, I love red."Jack let go of Ianto's hand excitedly and picked up the package.
"I thought that your favourite colour was blue?" Ianto said.
"Yeah but you look good in red" Jack grinned.
Ianto rolled his eyes fondly and then frowned as he took the cover from Jack, "I'll see if I can find the matching pillow cases, they're not in this."
"Okay" Jack said, "I'll find a nice blue one so that I look good!"
Ianto couldn't help but chuckle as Jack walked away and began to look for the pillow cases he needed.
A few minutes later Ianto found them and was in the process of trying to find Jack, a nearby member of staff noticed him looking around and asked "is there anything I can help you with sir?"
"No thanks" Ianto said, "I'm just looking for my er..." he faltered, wondering how to describe his complicated relationship with Jack.
The words boss, friend and lover all flashed though his mind before the woman said, "your partner?"
Ianto nodded, trying not to blush.
"He's just over to your right sir; he seems to be getting excited over our wide range of fabrics."
Before Ianto could reply a loud "Yan, you have got to feel this! It'll be like being wrapped up in an orgasm!" was shouted at them from across the shop.
Jack hurried over clutching a silk sheet, unaware of the filthy looks he was receiving from other customers and thrust the scrap of material at the saleswoman. "Please tell me that you have this is red, he looks so hot in red."
"Oh god" Ianto muttered, this time giving into the need to blush as the saleswoman stuttered a reply. He wondered why on Earth he had suggested getting a new bed to Jack, surely falling out of bed could not be as painful as this.
