Shaken awake. Owen lent over him, Jack hovered in the background.
Blood.
"Understand you had a rough night"
Strange. All last night had done was leave a bad taste in his mouth. He didn't feel drained from just lying there anymore. In fact, he felt like getting up. Still felt heavy though.
"How'd you feel now?" Jack asked, leaning in further.
"O.K actually." Ianto yawned, stretching his arms. "Not so bad. Tired."
Hot water. Oh it felt good. After days of wandering what that dank smell was, Ianto had finally realised it was him. He turned the temperature up a notch. It was near scalding, but he didn't feel cold. For what seemed like the first time in days he wasn't cold. And clean. He wasn't convinced he'd ever feel clean. The hot water purged the last of the haemovores touch. He raised his hands and smiled as the water bounced off the flesh. They were visible, which meant he'd be allowed to do things for himself. Thank God, he didn't care much for Jack cooking.
He was surprised to find Jack in the bedroom. Even more surprised that he was changing the sheets. Ianto hadn't even asked him. Jack straightened up as Ianto entered the room, tugging the corner of the duvet back into place.
Billion dollar smile, Ianto never understood how Jack could smile so open mouthed. Maybe it was the confidence of having perfect teeth nestled in his strong jaw line. "Starting to think you'd drowned in there."
Erring on the side of caution, Ianto sat on the opposite side of the bed, careful to keep the weight off his injured calf. There was lust in that smile. He resettled the towel on his shoulders, not sure if he could stand to let Jacks hands all over him. But they wouldn't be like the Haemovores. They'd be warm. "Not like there's a tub to soak in." He retorted, feeling Jacks weight shift onto the bed.
"You hungry ?" His arm reached out and pulled the towel from Ianto's shoulders.
He felt Jacks breath on his neck. Tried to stay cool. "Yeah. A bit." Jacks lips met his shoulder. Oh bloody hell. Jacks hand reached down his chest, where the claw marks of the haemovore were merely a series of increasingly thin red lines. He was careful to stay away from touching Ianto on the neck. "Stop it."
It wasn't convincing. Jacks head snaked around and paused for a moment to rest on Ianto's shoulder.
"Stop what?"
"What you're doing," Came the reply as Jacks arms ran around him and pushed down lower, no resistance was offered. The towel was pulled from around his waist. "I'm quarantined."
"O.K, I'll lock the door." Jack replied as his hand founds what they had been searching for. Ianto gasped. He was solid and swollen in Jacks hands.
The hands reach upward and push against his chest, laying him out flat. Jack kissed him, firmly on the mouth. Tongues pushed against each other. Then Jacks head moved lower, kissing him on the chest, stomach, then.
Jesus Christ almighty mother of god fucking hell.
Usually it was the intern that performed this particular act on the boss, but Ianto couldn't find cause to complain.
Monday.
04:48 am.
Clean sheets. Warmth. Ianto opened his eyes, long enough to realise that the darkness in the room had no bearing on the time of day. That was one thing he could never get used to. A complete lack of tell tale light to let him know whether it was worth going back to sleep. Then he remembered getting up was optional.
He leant back onto Jack, still naked against him after last night. It was early, but Jack had woken enough to pull his arm around him. Warm, safe. Jacks lips touched the back of his neck. Then Jack was hard against him again. He always was more of a morning person.
"Not again," Ianto mumbled and almost caught a mouthful of pillow as he did.
Fingers ran down his skin as Jack stroked his arm. "Sorry."
"S' alright. Still tired."
Lips touched his shoulder again before Jacks chin latched over it and rested on Ianto's collarbone. "Think you'll get up today?"
"Yeah," Came the reply, positive and not a dismissive false promise.
Jacks hand reached round and tickled at the underside of Ianto's chin. "Think you could shave as well?"
