14
Ianto had used an SUV from Idris' fleet and was carrying in some clothes when he noticed the curtains were drawn.
He frowned and strode over to open them. This is when he noticed the soft music and lit candles.
Ah shit, he doesn't know the meaning of "Slow" does he.
Ianto walked into the kitchen where a tray of finger treats were laid out and … fuck. Body paint?
Ianto was steaming as he turned off the music and blew out the tea light candles which were such a fire hazard and he stomped into the bedroom to tell Jack exactly what he could do with his romantic gesture.
Ianto stood in the bedroom and stared, then slowly reversed out. He sat on the sofa and tried to work out if he should blow a gasket or laugh.
The key in the door was a nice distraction and he turned his head as Walter skipped in and bounded over for a hug.
"Hey babe" Jack whispered as he tried to carry a floppy Babbit who seemed to turn to goo when asleep.
"Hello Jack" Ianto said politely as he told Walter to go back for his bag and hang it up.
"Why does it smell in here?" Jack looked around.
"A few scented candles were lit" Ianto said calmly and Jack grinned.
"Oh, nice"
Jack carried Babbit up to Ianto's room and put him down, then told Walter to go to his room and change out of his school uniform. Ianto watched it all silently with the calm smile in place. Jack walked out of the kitchen and handed Ianto a cup of coffee and settled next to him.
"Jack?"
"Hmmmm?"
"On a Wednesday you don't have the kids"
"Not before our agreement, no."
"So what did you do on a Wednesday?"
"Oh, usually paperwork here in the afternoon and then … John would come over for a bite to eat or to watch some telly."
"Huh!"
"Why babe?"
"Well, I think you forgot to tell someone about our agreement." Ianto smiled sweetly and Jack saw a trap about to spring.
He tried to think of what he had or hadn't done as Ianto eyeballed him.
"Hon? Little help?"
"I came home to candles and soft music."
"What? Idris?"
"Why do you keep insisting there is something between me and Idris?"
"Sorry." Jack hung his head.
"No, here. Candles, soft music and curtains drawn."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Go look in your room and see if you can work it out."
Jack bounced off the sofa and over to his room, Ianto watched him stalk in then heard a sharp intake of breath and Jack backpedalled with a look of complete horror.
"Oh my god, nononononononono"