21

Ianto was working hard and hardly working at the same time, if that made any sense. It's actually bloody hard work to remain so … still.

"Here?" Jack called out and Ianto turned his head to see the painting Jack wanted on the wall of the last play house just being finished. It was a huge portrait of a bulldog made out of what looked like lolly wrappers or something. Gods only knows where the hell he had got it from and he was determined to have it somewhere so this seemed the best idea. The Puzzle House. Since that picture was a complete puzzle to Ianto.

"Up a smidge so it's even with the door frame" Ianto said, then turned away again like he didn't care either way.

Jack was excited, slightly aroused as well since Ianto had chosen a suit he had never seen before and Jack had thought he knew all of them. Ianto had been holding out on him and this emerald green one with it is popping red lining was so fengshui or whatever it was…. It was like a lolly wrapper all in itself, the sweet filling soooo decadent and Moorish.

"Finished?" Ianto said softly like he didn't want to interrupt such important work.

"Yeah, I think so" Ton said from beside Jack, both men lifting and adjusting their tool belts in unison as somewhere Hawk's faint screamed echoed somewhere outside, then another older scream that they knew without even looking was Monkey. He had a lot of time for Hawk, thank god. He was getting too big and rough for Jack.

"Right. Ton, go check that Monkey is not showing Hawk how to start the chainsaw or something, I will take Tadda home and see ya later" Jack said as he removed his tool belt with a flick of his wrist and Ton deftly caught it with a flick of his own. Such a slick and often used trick.

Ianto let Jack take his hand and led him home like he was delicate and perhaps he was. Those black stilettos could kill someone if they got stuck in a crack or something and they did look killer with the blood red nail polish.

The bedroom could not come quickly enough and Jack made noises as the lift seemed so feckin slow. Has to fix that, get a look at the motor. Might need a new one. A better one. Gotta move!

As Jack laid Ianto down on the bed and slowly start to unbutton the waistcoat with his tongue held between his teeth Ianto knew his work was done.

The lift's motor was about to get a looking at like he had been asking for the last couple of weeks.

And the spare play suit was worth it.

He hadn't got to the new knickers yet.