4. Sugar for my Honey

Jack really wanted to get Ianto clean. No offence but, man did he reek! The only thing standing in his way was the way Ianto was eyeballing the refrigerator like it was the Holy Grail.

Jack leaned out and hooked the door handle, pulling open the door. Ianto gasped and shivered with delight as he peered around the side of the door, too impatient to wait for it to open all the way.

With a whisper of something that Jack couldn't hear Ianto shuffled closer to the fridge. Jack stepped away and wondered what was making Ianto shiver. As Ianto reached out a tentative hand he looked over at Jack and withdrew it again, a sorrowful look on his face.

"Go on Yan. Whatever you want." Jack urged his quietly, "You always prepared the food. Do you remember?"

Ianto looked at Jack long and hard. A flash of confusion crossed Ianto's face, then it was gone. He calmly reached out again, hooking the coke from the fridge door.

Jack was sure not to show any reaction, looking at the far wall with a disinterested stance. Ianto was watching him carefully as he unscrewed the cap. The hiss of escaping air made Ianto jump and then he snorted at himself and sniffed the top of the bottle.

Jack couldn't help the smile at such a familiar habit and Ianto paused to watch it spread across the handsome face he knew so well. Then with a nervous shift of his feet, Ianto took a swig.

The hum of pleasure went straight to Jack's groin and he resisted the urge to hug the gorgeous Welshman he had loved so long ago. More than twenty years and not aged a day since he last kissed him. Jack ached to hold him, love him and finally say those words he regretted not having the strength to utter in Thames House.

Ianto was nearly half way through the large two litre bottle when he burped. The liquid in his throat bubbled back up and over his chin. Ianto panicked and pulled the bottle back without tipping it upright and coke poured over his face and upper body as he choked and spluttered.

Jack acted without thinking, snatching the bottle with a flick at the sink and bringing the tea towel up from the bench to mop at Ianto's face.

Ianto stood with wide eyes as Jack wiped him down while talking about the time Owen did the same thing. Jack finally realised how stock still Ianto was and looked up expecting to see fear but he found a raised eyebrow and a soft smile as he let Jack see to him.

"You know Sweets, you really are already sweet enough for me but I know how much you like your caffeine" Jack said softly wiping an already clean face, "Remember how wet he was with cherry cola all down the front of his white coat?"

Ianto reached out a sticky hand and touched Jack's face in a mirror motion. Jack bit back a sob as Ianto's face softened and the mask dropped, it was only a second but Jack saw his boy in there. Still there.

Jack left Ianto retrieving the now empty bottle and as he rifled through the fridge he watched out the corner of his eye as Ianto washed out the bottle and placed it in the recycling. Such a "Ianto" thing to do that Jack always thought of him while doing that exact action and he swallowed down a smile again.

Placing strawberries and cream on the table, Jack turned back to the fridge to find the chocolate mousse he knew he had purchased earlier in the week. He turned back to see Ianto already seated and tucking a paper towel into the collar of his scrubs as he licked his lips.

Ianto waited, his eyes flicking between the food and Jack. After a few beats it came to Jack. He was waiting for permission. Those bastards had used food as a punishment? Jack smiled softly and pushed the food towards Ianto.

"Eat some Hon, then a nice bath, yeah?" Jack said and was rewarded with a wide eyed flicker of a grin.

Ianto chose a strawberry and he dipped it carefully into the cream then with a shaky hand he brought it to his mouth. As always, he bit into it rather than taking it in whole. As his eyelids flicked shut he moaned with delight and quickly opened his eyes to look at Jack with shame.

Jack's response was to do the same thing with one of his own choice of strawberry, making Ianto smile.

Once Ianto was settled he noticed the chocolate mousse and his eyes became lasers.

Jack pushed it over and began eating from his side with a spoon. Ianto used a finger to scoop some out and he whimpered as the flavour burst in his mouth.

Jack leaned back to watch Ianto devour the dessert. Sweets for my sweet.