Ianto woke to the sound of music. Glen Miller was playing quietly and the most wonderful aroma was tickling at his nose.
Ianto opened one ye and took in the room.
Candles? A table by the bed was laden with all his favourite foods.
Ianto sat up with difficulty and Jack rushed to help.
"What are you doing?" Ianto asked as Jack flourished the napkin.
"Dinner is served sir!" CJ declared as he swaggered in with a wine bottle.
"Non-alcoholic hon!" Jack assured him.
As Ianto was fussed on he sighed with pleasure.
When CJ kissed him goodnight he felt spectacular.
When jack gave him the most amazing blowjob and wanted nothing in return?
Priceless!
Sorry for the false start there, just a little something.