Hundred Theme Challenge, using Doctor Who and Torchwood. Suppose that makes this a cross over of the two genres, but as far as I'm concerned they're in the same Canon. Neither belong to me. Please review! Of course this is going to be Mature, and mostly male on male! Please read and review!

It had been a long day in the hub. Ianto had ducked out sick to Jack's quarters at around noon, they really could have used their filer/coffee maker present. Nothing too serious had happened, just a lot of tedium. Jack realized for the first time just how much he missed having the well dressed man around, even if only in the background. He planned on making Ianto hot soup, maybe even just cuddling and watching a movie tonight, staying in. And not staying in for hide and seek, but staying in and being...cuddly. Cuddles are good for colds, right?

Jack was snapped from his caring thoughts by Gwen, asking insipidly redundant questions about weevils. Jack answered distractedly, just wanting everyone to go home, to let him take care of his lover. Owen had insisted that all Ianto had was sniffles, probably seasonal allergies or the like, but since when did Jack fully trust Owen? That boy was a rat, a weasel. A cute ratty weasel, but still a rodent. Jack sighed. It was already a long day. Slowly the minutes melded into hours and everyone scattered to their own directions. Jack all but sprinted to his bunk.

"Ianto, where can I order soup fro-." Jack froze, as did Ianto, the latter man having a look on his face much like a child with a hand caught in the cookie jar.

"S-sir...Jack... I just.... I was bored, I...I woke up, I ..." The younger man stuttered more, gripping Jack's berret in two hands, nervously.

Jack stared at his young lover, fully dressed in Jack's world war two uniform, cap in hands. He looked so innocent to be in such an outfit, just like so many men Jack had lost... "You were snooping in the closet?"

"I... only briefly, sir."

Jack winced. "Don't call me sir. Not in those clothes."

Ianto blinked, looking down at the pressed uniform. "Yes... of course Jack... I'm sorry, of course, how thoughtless of me... I'll just put them back..."

"No."

Ianto stared. "Jack?"

"Keep it on..." he smirked. "I never could resist a man in uniform." He crossed the distance between them and stole Ianto's lips in a kiss. "How's that cold?"

Ianto blushed and melted into the kiss. "Thoroughly medicated, Si...Jack. I'll be fine....It was just sniffles and fatigue, in any case..."

"So... postpone soup, missionary position is on the tactical table?" Jack winked.

Ianto blushed more, flustered. "I suppose...So long as the tactical table is the bed. Don't like making it on the hub coffee table. We eat off that."

Jack chuckled. "As you wish, princess."

"Actually Jack, the rank on the lapels here say I'm a bloody captain."

"Well then Captain, prepare to be defrocked!" Jack tackled the very well dressed man to the bed with a kiss.