15
Ianto woke and went to move, grunting as the muscles that suffered from the shake's destructive demolition of his home yesterday bit hard. He took a moment to let his body relax then rolled his head to look to his left and the man asleep in the chair, slumped forward over the edge of the bed still holding onto his hand.
"Jack?" he croaked, then cleared his throat. Oh god, had he been snoring?
Jack sat up and smiled, rising from the chair to grimace, then lean over "Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Clear headed" Ianto answered.
"Good. Pick something from my wardrobe and come down to breakfast, I will have a quick shower and meet you at the table. Don't let Gray annoy you." Jack said, then he kissed Ianto's knuckles and left the room. Ianto stretched and groaned as things cracked and popped. Man, he needed that rest. This bed is divine.
Ianto padded next door to Jack's room and stood staring morosely at a wardrobe that did nothing for him. Sighing he chose a pair of pants with an elastic waist and then looked at the shirts, going for a plain pale pink he had always admired and Jack seldom wore. It didn't look right. He looked like he was pretending to be here. Then he saw the sweaters and vests folded neatly to one side. He dug through them to find one in the back with its tag still on it. An impulse buy. Jack was big on those. Looks nice, feels silky, like that colour, look… it as pockets. Then never wears it. Ianto looked it over and liked the dark burgundy woolen knit, a simple fisherman's twist either side, button up with pockets.
This will do.
Jack entered the room in his towel, another drying his hair and he stopped walking to look at the handsome creature that stood in front of the mirror frowning at himself while pulling at the vest. "Wow."
"Not too … GrandTaddyish?"
Jack laughed as he walked up to stand behind him, looking at them both in the mirror "Ianto… you will never be GrandTad material. Look at you. Gorgeous."
The blush was faint, but there and Jack winked spoiling it immediately as Ianto cleared his throat and stepped out of the small space Jack had created between himself and the mirror. Jack felt the loss of heat and moved away as well, covering his disappointment with some more vigorous hair drying "You don't wear the same sized shoe as me though. I think Gray does."
Ianto grunted, still puling at the vest "Not too long?"
"Ianto, you look smouldering. Honest. I am disappointed that your butt is covered with wool but at least you look nice and warm. Come on, find a coat and we can start the day." Jack said with a wave at the wardrobe again and Ianto looked back in there for something.
He did not expect to find his coat.
Well… a version of it and the find made his heart sink as he wondered if his own faux fur coat had survived at all. Mary's flat might be gone too. Jack heard the soft groan and called out "Everything OK?"
"Found your wine fur."
"What?"
Ianto came out with the deep red faux fur that was similar to the purple one he had lent Mary. It was slightly longer, almost to Ianto's ankles and totally pimp.
"Oh my god! That was in there?" Jack asked then started to laugh "That was granny's. Mama wanted it and the old wench left it to me in the will just to spite her, left her a white one she knew she hated. You know… Granny left me a lot of furs and things. That one is real I think."
Ianto was not sure what to think but also told himself vintage fur is different. He shrugged it on and Jack saw the dapper man that could have walked amongst gangsters with a swagger. Shit. He does! "Damn, that looks good. Mama will have a cow!"
"Internally of course" Ianto purred, now really liking it but then he shrugged it off "Can't take it. Not if it's an heirloom piece. Besides… ground to clamber over god knows what. I will get something useful."
Ianto went back in and came out with a denim jacket that fitted him easily as Jack was broader in the shoulder. He looked so young in the get up. Like a college kid. God he was handsome. Jack swallowed "perfect."
"Good, famished. Come on. Food, then I want to see if I can get across to see the damage to my place. I hope there is something to salvage." Ianto said as he clapped Jack on the arm and stomped from bedroom and Jack rushed to dress knowing there was very little left at all.
He had checked.
He looked at the coat and took it to the other room, draping it on the end of the bed. Ianto loved it, he would ever wear it and he knew his Granny would have found Ianto a hoot.
He sure did.
He wondered what she would have said about the mistakes he made, the terrible choices he made. He knew she would have pursed her mouth and made that farting noise at him with annoyance, scolding him for thinking with 'little jack' instead of his heart. She had taught him better.
He knew that now.