"Easy old man, you picked it out. Can't say I see why, but if that is the reaction that I'm going to get then, oh yn dda."
He shrugged heading to the kitchen his wet hair still curling at the ends.
"Coffee?"
He asked and Jack nodded.
"Can I get the Welshman that makes it too?"
Jack tried, wrapping his arms softly around him.
"Sir, as much as I love when you hug me, Tosh has been rather camera happy as of late, and I don't know if i want pictures of us being all domestic plastered around the HUB."
Jack chuckled, nuzzling his face into Ianto's neck.
"Maybe I want to be a little domestic."
Ianto shivered.
Then the sound of a camera clicking, followed by a flash, and the two men separated quickly.
Tosh giggled.
"That makes two so far."
Jack raised a curious eye and while the Welshman groaned.
"You said that you had another picture, can I?"
He held out his hand and Ianto busied himself with the coffees.
Toshiko grinned dashing off for her computer.
Jack pulled out his phone to check the time, and Ianto caught sight of the background.
"You made me your Wallpaper, sir?"
His voice was impassive, hiding how well he liked that fact.
"Yea, it makes everything better to see my Welshman when I first open my phone."
The immortal froze then, realizing what he said, he could feel a blush trickling it's way up his tanned cheeks.
Ianto smiled, kissing his cheek lightly.
"Your Welshman, eh? I kinda like that."
He bumped Jack's hip with his own, before settling down at the bar with his mug of coffee.
Tosh came bustling in, her laptop thudding as it hit the counter top.
"I apologize, for how this may look, but I keep a digital scrapbook of everyone. The whole team and some of our favorite guests. A picture of Ianto, out of his suit was too good of an opportunity to pass up."
She flipped open the laptop, revealing an image of Ianto Jones, one arm above his head as he leaned against the door frame, the other resting on his hip.
The short shirt and pants left a stretch of skin on his side exposed, while the unbuttoned top button allowed for some dark curls to peep through.
His face was half in shadows, but his eyes gleamed silver in the dim light.
"Bloody hell Tosh! You made me look-"
"Absolutely gorgeous!"
The captain finished, managing to pick his Jaw up off of the table.
"I didn't do anything Ianto. This is unedited, I just took the picture and then went to sleep. The camera automatically updated it to my laptop, but that is you."
The Welshman shook his head and went back to the cupboards, grabbing the trappings for a light breakfast, while ignoring the banter of his lover and friend, as they stared at pictures of him.
"So any other pictures that you would like to share with the class? "
Jack quipped, trying to snatch the laptop from Toshiko.
"Not really, the scrapbook is something that I wanted to share with all of you guys, not just you two."
The immortal leaned in close, whispering into Tosh's ear,
"Can you please give me some small print outs of those pictures? You know, for the tin?"
Tosh gasped, staring Jack in the eyes for confirmation of the request.
She, like the others, knew that Jack only put pictures of those that he truly loved in that tin, often the ones that he married.
He smiled, nodding lightly as if in answer to her unspoken question.
Tosh slammed the laptop closed, cradling it to her chest and nodding profusely, before backing away and walking to her room.
"What was that all about?"
Ianto held a plate in one hand, slathering jam on the fresh pieces of toast.
"I asked her for a favor, I assume that that was a yes."
He shrugged, snatching up a piece of toast and taking an over sized bite.
"You know you're going to choke if you keep that up."
Jack smirked, glancing suggestively at Ianto's jeans.
"I've had bigger."
The Welshman chuckled.
"I really would like to say the same, but-"
He dashed away before Jack could smack him, laughing cheerfully.
"Come on, finish your toast. I bet poor Myfanwy is starving, and the roads are probably hell."
The captain paused, sipping his coffee before taking a bite of toast.
"Tosh, breakfast is ready, whenever you feel like joining us."
"One moment!"
He heard papers rustling and a crash.
"Tosh?"
"I'm fine, just dropped my purse."
The captain looked in alarm at his lover.
"That was just her PURSE? Good lord."
The Welshman shrugged.
"You have no room to talk. Your coat is almost as stuffed as her purse is."
The immortal pouted.
"You love my coat!"
Yet another eye roll.
"All I'm saying is that you don't get to judge."
"Fine. But I think that you'll find the contents of my coat pockets more intriguing than Tosh's purse."
Ianto sighed, barely hiding a smile.
"Why do I feel like every word you say is in an effort to get me in your bed?"
Jack grinned.
But for some reason, thought Ianto, It doesn't reach his eyes.
"So get to the HUB, feed Myfanwy and the weevils. Wrap Tosh's present, get me ready for the party, maybe squeeze you in there somewhere, anything I'm missing?"
Jack rambled, reestablishing the plan from last night.
Ianto poked Jack playfully in the ribs.
"I have to be squeezed in now do I?"
The captain leaned forward and kissed Ianto softly, letting his hand rest on the other man's neck.
"No, I will always find time for my Welshman."
Ianto smiled.
"Have I ever told you that I love it when you call me your Welshman?"
"Later."
Another quick kiss, before Tosh came crashing into the room.
"Ok, so I need to head to the HUB, a have a few things that I need to finish. Mind if I tag with you two?"
She was clutching a massive bag to her chest.
"That was the plan, Tosh, but I don't know if all of that will fit in to SUV."
Jack joked.
Ianto walked over to the door, sliding on the black snow boots over his black and white trainers, before slipping on his over coat.
"Eat your breakfast, I'll start the car and be back in a few."
He looked pointedly at the captain.
"Do you two think that you can NOT conspire against me while I'm out?"
"Yes, sir."
Ianto rolled his eyes, grabbing up the luggage of his and Tosh, before heading out the door.
"So when did you decide?"
Jack stopped, his lips halfway to his mug.
"What do you mean, Ms. Sato?"
Tosh nudged his arm.
"To propose. When did you figure out that that was what he wanted for Christmas?"
Jack blushed, trying to refute it, but he only managed a squeaked,.
"How did you- figure it out that that was what I, what I was doing going to give him for Christmas that?"
He was babbling, but he couldn't help it.
"The only people that you put in that tin of yours are those that you love, and frankly, I had a hunch that it was you sobbing in the corner of that café last night. Were you following us by any chance?"
His eyes went wide, and he struggled to keep from falling.
"No, no, well, yes, but no. I was in town, trying to sort my thoughts, and I saw that you were in the center, all feely and, well damn it, I realized that you and Ianto could be a couple, and I wouldn't be able to say a thing, because I never make him feel like he is more than a shag. So I shopped around, tailing you and watching how happy he was, and I sort of, I gave up. I went to that café, ordered some cider and a pastry to occupy my thoughts, and the pair of you come strolling in, Ianto looking dazed, and you comforting him. I wanted to get up, I didn't want to see the two of you being all coupled up in as romantic café at Christmas time, but then I heard him speak, and I just shut down. I was frozen to the spot, absorbing every word that he said, and it amazed me Tosh. It amazed me how could ever thing that it would be ok to let him feel like that. I love him Toshiko Sato, and I intend to keep him."
Tosh could barely contain her smile.
"I think you should tell Ianto that."
The very same man returned then, shaking the snow out of his hair before shutting the door.
"Tell me what?"
Tosh glanced quickly at Jack, who smiled.
"That I am going to be singing at the party, and so are you?"
Jack made sure to make it was phrased as more of a question, not wanting to anger his lover this early in the morning.
"Sure. Why not."
He shrugged, and the captain was more than a little surprised.
"Really? You mean it?"
Ianto wrapped his damp arms around his lover, giving him a freezing cold kiss on the cheek.
"Yup, but only after everyone is too drunk to remember."
The immortal grinned, leaning back against the door.
"Now, get dressed, I started the SUV, but the roads look bad, and its already near 10." Tosh laughed.
"Ianto, the party isn't until 6." Ianto nodded.
"Yes, but I have chores at the hub, and I still have to get this mess ready, if only you know how long that took."
He waved his hand over Jack.
"It wouldn't take so long if you weren't so good with your-"
Ianto's ears bloomed pink, as he stammered to quiet his lover.
"Jack! No. As much as I'm sure Tosh would love to hear about, that, I really do not want to resemble a Christmas ornament for the rest of the day."
The Welshman gave Jack a shaky smile, before helping him into his coat.