Ianto had fallen asleep on the couch in the Hub. He knew that much because he had been watching a film with Jack and now he was driving to Denver. Driving across America on a hunt for an Alien with no name and he was laughing. Ianto Jones and his jeans in a Jeep with a tracking device beeping away and his team chatting on the comms while his Captain slept in the back of the car. Driving in Denver. The wind was blowing through his hair in through the open window but he felt warm. And he could smell coffee. Where was that coming from? Suddenly his Captain tapped on his shoulder. "Want some coffee, Ianto?" Jack? He had better not be using Ianto's machine.

Ianto opened his eyes and realised he was on the couch and there was a reason that he was warm. Jack's coat was over him. He looked up to see Jack sitting on the computer and as Ianto sat up Jack turned.

"Coffee, Ianto?"

"Em, you made coffee?" Ianto cleared his throat and stood to hang Jack's coat up on the peg in Jack's office.

"Don't worry, I used the kettle. Even I know not to touch your machine."

Ianto nodded and headed back down the stairs. "I'm sorry that I fell asleep, sir."

"Don't be sorry, it's what you're meant to do. You should have slept in my cot though."

"Why?" Ianto took the coffee and stood beside Jack. It wasn't his favourite but it was good coffee, for instant.

"Well, I'm used to sleeping wherever and that couch could not have been comfy."

"No actually, it wasn't." Ianto moved and a few bones began to crack and he groaned.

"Sit here." Jack put his hand out for the stool he had been sat on.

"Why?" Ianto just looked at him suspiciously.

"Just sit." So Ianto did as he was told, the man had put his coat over him and offered him his cot but didn't want to wake him. It couldn't be that bad. Could it?

"Fine but I warn you, I'm trained in combat." Ianto joked and Jack just laughed as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Ianto felt hands on his shoulders… What was Jack doing? Oh god. He was massaging Ianto's shoulders and it felt good. Things were cracking and moving and easing off. "Where… or when did you learn to do that?" Ianto let out a little groan there and he was going to pretend like he meant it. Because he did. Ahem.

"I had this boyfriend…" Another one of Jack's stories that never actually turned into a story.

"Why do you do that?" Ianto shifted uncomfortably in the chair trying not to bring Jack's attention to his movement. Ianto edged himself further towards the table hiding... Something.

"Do what?"

"You always say that. 'I had this boyfriend' or 'I met this guy in a bar' and then you don't say anything else. Why do you do that? I wonder if you either don't want to tell us or if you think we don't care."

Jack stopped for a second. "I don't know actually." He continued rubbing. "I've had a lot of experiences and I guess I think people are just sick of hearing about them or how old I am or… how many experiences I've had or…"

"Or how many people you've known and had to lose. Or how many people have hurt you and how many you've hurt. Or how many people have asked and stopped asking?" Jack stopped what he was doing for a second and Ianto turned to look at him. "I want to know. If you want to tell me then I want to know. I'm not going through the motions, sir." Ianto tried to concentrate on anything except what Jack was doing. This was dangerous territory but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He would just have to... Concentrate.

"Call me Jack." He continued and Ianto closed his eyes. "And okay. His name was Brian, he was an athlete in the Jilto Formation and he had an accident. He wouldn't tell me everything, it happened before I met him, but he was in such pain. His legs used to ache at night and he would grunt and pant away but…" Jack fell silent for a few moments before he spoke again and Ianto felt it was best not to look at him. to let him react to telling the story for the first time in a while on his own. "We grew close, spent all of our time together. He still wouldn't tell me what happened, I didn't mind because we all have our secrets, those stories that are ours and ours alone, but he would cry to me at night. He was always tired because he would only eventually fall asleep in my arms as I rocked him and he cried." Ianto imagined it and that age behind Jack's eyes made a little more sense. "Anyway I couldn't stand it so I learned from a friend of mine, he used to be a doctor." Ianto turned towards Jack a little but still not looking at him. "No, not that doctor. An actual doctor, in the 20th century who experimented with different massaging techniques to alleviate muscle pain. It moves the muscles and increases blood flow."

"Did he stop crying?"

Ianto could hear the smile in Jack's voice. "Yeah, yeah he did."

"Good. I can feel why." Jack stopped and Ianto cracked his neck.

"How's that?"

Ianto turned to look at Jack. "It feels great. Thank you, Jack."

"No, thank you, Ianto." Jack smiled and took the last sip of his cup. "Any chance of a real cup?"

"Of course, sir." Ianto stood and took the cups to the kitchen now that he was relaxed... All over. Wow.