A/N – Yeah, it's been a while. Life has been well…. And I've not been in a really great place lately so, yeah. Anyway. Here's track 11. Only three more to go.

11. You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To

Jack parked the SUV and started climbing the steps of the apartment block. It was late. The damn Ministry of Defense secretary wouldn't take a hint and get off the phone. He sighed as he reached the fourth floor – this building really needed a lift, he thought – and walked down the hallway.

Jack paused outside the fifth door. When did this become home? He rarely spent a night at the hub anymore – unless it was already morning or if rift activity was imminent and it wasn't worth leaving. The captain smiled and reached into his pocked for his keys. Flat 4E – it was home now.

It had started as Ianto's flat, but now it was theirs. He quickly found the right key, inserted it into the lock and stepped into the flat.

Usually, he and Ianto would return to the flat together in the evenings (or nights, depending on the workload). They'd pick up a takeaway on the way, or perhaps cook up a meal in the kitchen. Most nights they'd spend time lounging on the couch watching television or one of Ianto's many DVDs. Jack smiled to himself as he closed the door. How did Ianto manage to get the great Captain Jack Harkness so domesticated.

As he took off his coat and shoes and placed them on the hook and mat respectively next to the door, Jack's attention was drawn to the flickering of the television in the dark living room. The volume was low. Taking a moment, he watched the screen, then determined it was one of Ianto's collection of James Bond films.

Jack rounded the couch and smiled softly when he saw Ianto slumped down into the cushions, socked feet resting on the coffee table. There was an open tin of biscuits next to him and a nearly empty bottle of beer resting precariously against one leg. Jack stuck his hands in his trouser pockets and took in the sight. Ianto looked every bit of his twenty-five years in rumpled sweatpants and a t-shirt that had oh deliciously ridden up slightly when the younger man had sunk into the cushion revealing a small patch of smooth pale skin of Ianto's stomach. Jack's gaze moved from Ianto's stomach up to the younger man's face. All the stoicism Ianto normally showed was gone. His mouth hung open slightly and a small patch of drool was pooling at the corner of his mouth. Quiet snores could be heard as the Welshman slowly breathed in and out.

As much as Jack would have been perfectly happy to stand there all night watching Ianto sleep, he knew the young man wouldn't appreciate the gesture nearly as much.

Jack sighed and stepped forward. He leaned over the sleeping figure, planting a soft kiss on his forehead as he did so, and placed the lid on the biscuit tin. He picked it up along with the precariously leaning beer bottle and went into the kitchen. After pouring the remaining beer out into the sink and rinsing the bottle, he placed it along with the biscuit tin neatly on the counter. He grabbed a cloth and went back to the living room to clean up the crumbs from the couch and the ring on condensation from the coffee table. After brushing the crumbs into the trash can and dutifully hanging up the cloth, he turned off the kitchen light and returned to the living room.

Jack gently shook Ianto's shoulder with no response and resigned himself that this wasn't going to be easy. Instead he stepped in front of the sleeping figure and gently pulled him to his feet. He managed to get Ianto into a combination bear hug/fireman's carry and started moving down the hallway to the bedroom. It wasn't pretty, but it did the job.

As he maneuvered through the bedroom door, Jack grunted at the unyielding form in his arms. "I'm getting too old for this."

He not as gently as he planned sat Ianto on the edge of the bed and guided his upper body down onto the mattress. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the captain crouched down and pulled off Ianto's sweatpants. Not so long ago this motion would have had a very different outcome he thought to himself with a grin. Jack stood, shook out the sweatpants and placed them neatly on a chair in the corner.

Jack pulled the duvet down and moved Ianto, so his head was on the pillows. He straightened the younger man's legs and covered him with the duvet, tucking it around him. Before standing up, he placed a soft kiss on Ianto's lips and watched the Welshman turn and snuggle into the bed.

Straightening up, Jack crossed the room and went into the en suite. He brushed his teeth and splashed some water on his face before turning off the light and crossing to the far side of the bed. Stripping to his underwear and t-shirt he folded his clothes and placed them on the chair with Ianto's sweatpants. He gently lay down and pulled up the covers.

After settling himself, he reached across the bed and pulled Ianto into his arms. As the younger man moved slightly, molding himself into Jack's embrace, Jack whispered "It's always so nice to come home to you, Ianto Jones."

End

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I feel like I need to think of another project to work on since it keeps me going knowing I have a set plan in place, even though I do write one shots in between.

Ideas? Maybe one of John's other albums? I'll have to give it some thought.