A/N:

So much was supposed to happen in this chapter, but it turned out to be another Jack/Ianto chapter. As I've tried to rewrite the next few chapters, I think I've made them worse. This is a good example of that.

Chapter 15 – Morning Regimen

Ianto stared at the ceiling above Jack's bunk and watched the lights reflecting off the water and onto the walls. He was absent mindedly playing with Jack's hair. As the alien energy wore off, Ianto had been hungry and tired. After sex, dinner, sex, story time, midnight snack, and more sex, it was finally time to get some sleep. Ianto had planned to go home, but Jack had convinced him, as only Jack could, that the sequence should continue with 'nap, sex, then home'.

Jack had crawled half on top of Ianto and, claiming Ianto's chest as his 'Welsh pillow', snuggled in and fell asleep. Ianto had fallen asleep quickly and his nap went on for over five hours. He didn't normally sleep five hours at a time even at home so when he woke up it didn't feel like a nap. He'd never seen Jack sleep so soundly or be so still. He hadn't moved an inch. There was something touching about that, but it was also unnerving. It had also put his left leg to sleep.

Somehow it didn't seem right. It was intimate and trusting. It gave Ianto that warm and fuzzy feeling he equated with love and affection. That wasn't how it was supposed to feel. It came down to the same old dichotomy of their relationship and its unstated nature. Jack had called them lovers. That was a place to start, but what did 'lovers' mean to Jack?

He ignored the pins and needles in his leg and tried to put his anxiety over the relationship aside. He concentrated on how good it felt to have Jack so close. He realized his fingers were brushing through Jack's hair and it made him smile. He allowed himself a moment to feel at peace. No sooner did he think how contented he felt than it was gone.

You're overthinking this, Ianto thought. That had always been his problem. Did it matter what they called their relationship or where it was going? Wasn't it enough that it felt good at moments like this? He decided it did, but knew the questions and doubts were waiting for him just under the surface.

He tried to roll out from under Jack, but Jack held him closer and nuzzled his chest. He was reminded of a child clinging to a teddy bear. In a flash Ianto knew. He adored Jack. He almost gasped. He didn't simply adore the things Jack did, but he adored him, the man. He bit back a laugh at the absurdity of it. Jack shifted slightly and Ianto used it as an opportunity to slip out of the bunk.

He found his trousers and Jack's shirt. He figured it was better than walking around naked on the off chance somebody came in. Padding over to the coffee machine, he found himself smiling. Even arguing with Jack, being arrested, and being contaminated by an alien energy source, this had been the best weekend he could remember having in years. Make up sex and bonding moments with friends more than made up for the inconveniences. Half humming/singing to himself, he made two cups of perfect coffee, kissed Jack's mug in a moment of light-hearted glee, and toasted two bagels.

"I thought you left," Jack said laying on his side and propped up on an elbow. Ianto finished awkwardly descending the ladder carrying the serving tray.

"Not yet," Ianto said reaching the bottom. "I made us coffee and bagels – salmon flavored cream cheese for you, wildberry for me." He smiled at Jack and was hit with a wave of disapproval. He stopped smiling. "Would you rather have something else?"

"You don't have to serve me." Ianto snorted.

"Since when?" Jack didn't look amused. "I wanted some coffee. If you don't want it, you don't have to drink it." Ianto took a deep drink. "Mmmm...that's a good cup of coffee." He walked over to the bed and sat down with the serving tray on is lap.

"I thought you'd have an issue with eating in bed," Jack said sitting up. Ianto was pleased he didn't sound quite as serious.

"It's not my bed," he replied. Jack took his cup off the tray. Ianto stood and put the tray down where he had been sitting.

"Aren't you going to have this meager breakfast with me?"

Ianto resisted the urge to roll his eyes and sigh. It was a good thing he adored Jack. Thinking that made him grin. He faced Jack and unfastened his trousers.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to take these off first. This fabric is a little scratchy without underwear."

"Really," Jack said sitting a little straighter.

Ianto let the trouser fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He turned to pick them up. He was gratified to hear Jack groan.

"Is that my shirt you're wearing?"

Ianto looked at Jack and then down at the shirt as if he hadn't noticed.

"I suppose it is! I must have grabbed it by mistake." He'd only buttoned the lowest four buttons. He slowly unbuttoned them as he talked. "Sorry about that. I hope you don't mind."

"No," Jack said smirking. "I knew you'd look good in my clothes."

"I'm not wearing braces. You can keep that little fetish in your fantasies!" Ianto tossed the shirt aside then looked pensively at the bunk. "I think prisoners get larger beds than this."

"You'd know," Jack quipped.

"Here, scoot up," Ianto said manhandling Jack into the middle of the bunk. He put the tray on Jack's lap then climbed behind him. Ianto propped a pillow between himself and the wall. Once he was comfortable, he pulled Jack against his chest. Jack looked back at him and Ianto kissed his temple.

"Are you comfy," Jack said laughing as Ianto reached around Jack for his coffee.

"Yep," Ianto said kissing Jack's shoulder. "It helps if I think of it as cozy instead of cramped."

"Well it was designed with the mundane and utilitarian in mind. It's meant to be a place to sleep. Alone," he added.

"Is that my hint to leave?"

"No," Jack quickly replied grabbing Ianto's knee. "It's about time you stayed all night. When I woke up, I thought you left without saying goodbye. I'm very pleased you only went to make some morning brew to go with a morning blow. Hey," Jack said as if he had an epiphany, "we should make that part of our daily routine!"

"I'll add it to the list," Ianto said. "Feed Myfawny, check overnight messages, make coffee, perform fellatio, open Tourist Office...yeah, I think I can fit that in."

Ianto chewed demurely on his bagel, silently chuckling as Jack devoured his. All thoughts of going home to clean up were gone. He toyed with the idea of telling Jack about his epiphany, but he didn't want to ruin things and he was sure telling Jack he adored him was asking for trouble.

Before he could rethink that decision, the phone in Jack's office rang.

"I'd better get that," Jack said climbing over Ianto's leg to get out of bed. "I'm expecting a call about a security leak in the Prime Minister's office."

Ianto watched appreciatively as Jack climbed the ladder naked. He finished his bagel and decided to take a shower. It wasn't quite 7. They didn't keep regular hours at Torchwood, but as a rule, Ianto was in by 7 even if they'd been working until 5. The others were less regimental, but as they hadn't had a late night, he expected Gwen and Tosh to come in around 9. After Diane and the Weevil mauling, Owen was even more unpredictable, but Ianto had left him a message to be there at 8 per Captain Jack's orders. He calculated that meant Owen would come in at 8:20. It would be close enough to the time he could blame traffic, but late enough he could maintain his rebellious streak.

He was startled to see Jack waiting for him in the tiny bathroom when he stepped out of the shower.

"I got these out of your locker," Jack said holding out Ianto's razor and shaving cream.

"Thanks," Ianto said smiling. He took them from Jack who was grinning and staring. "What," Ianto asked assuming Jack was going to say something provocative.

"Can I watch you shave?" That wasn't what Ianto was expecting.

"Um...sure," he said placing the items on the small sink. Jack hit a switch and brighter lights around the mirror came on. Ianto grabbed a towel and dried himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist. He'd never been watched since he learned how to shave and he found it a very strange feeling.

Ianto ran hot water over the razor and closed the sink stopper. He splashed some warm water on his face. He looked at Jack's reflection and was struck by his rapt attention.

"Was it bad news," Ianto asked taking the lid off the shaving cream.

"Was what bad news," Jack asked. He quickly nodded. "Oh the call. No, but it was a waste of time. Apparently the Minister of Defense was just curious if anyone would answer the phone at this time of morning. I should hate him, but there's something about the guy..."

Ianto nodded and layered the shaving cream on his face. He washed his hands in the sink and wiped his hands on his towel. When he looked up in the mirror he saw Jack staring again. He caught Jack's eye and Jack smiled. It made it slightly less creepy.

Ianto washed the razor a second time and brought it to his face. He pulled the razor down his left cheek. He swished the razor in the sink then pulled it down his right cheek. Jack made a sound and he remembered he was being watched.

"What," Ianto asked as he cleaned the razor.

"Do you always do that?" Ianto raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. "Alternate sides," Jack explained.

"I guess so," Ianto said. "I haven't really put a lot of thought into it. Is that wrong?"

"No," Jack said shaking his head and grinning wider. "Usually men do one cheek then the other. It's very Ianto of you to keep the sides even."

"You've watched a lot of men shave, have you," Ianto said trying not to smile. He didn't want to cut himself as he shaved another swath.

"A few," Jack said pursing his lips. "It's been a long time since I've had to shave. There's something so manly about it." He licked his lips.

"Another one of your little kinks," Ianto said smiling. "I've got to keep an eye on you although I'm pretty sure you have an exhibition kink, too, so maybe that's a bad idea."

Ianto finished his cheeks and moved to his upper lip. He sucked on his top lip and pulled the skin taut. He started with the middle then took a swipe to the left followed by the right. He cleaned the blade and took two more passes. He looked up and saw Jack was still watching. He carefully shaved his chin. If he was going to cut himself this would be where it would happen. He was pleased when he made it through. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin Jack's show by bleeding or, worse, finding out Jack had another weird fetish involving styptic pencils.

He stretched his neck back and took his time pulling the razor up to his jaw. Jack's breath hitched. He finished with one stripe of shaving cream down the middle of his neck. He turned to Jack.

"Care to finish it for me," Ianto asked offering the razor to Jack. Jack's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape.

"Uh huh," he managed taking the razor. He shuffled behind Ianto. Ianto closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Jack nibbled and licked Ianto's ear.

Ianto could feel Jack's erection throbbing behind him. He was glad this wasn't a straight razor. Even so, he wondered if this was a good idea.

Jack dragged the razor up Ianto's neck until he reached his chin.

"Ianto," he breathed tossing the razor in the sink. Ianto turned and passionately kissed him. Jack pulled away first panting for air. Ianto laughed at the remnants of shaving cream transferred to Jack's face. He kissed Jack lightly.

"I adore you," he said before he could stop himself.

"That's because I'm adorable," Jack said smiling. He kissed Ianto's Adam's apple. "You're pretty adorable yourself."

Relief washed over Ianto. Jack wasn't upset. He'd told him and gotten away with it. Ianto was elated.

He kissed his way down Jack's torso until he had to get on his knees. Ianto stroked Jack's erection slowly. He leaned in and licked Jack's balls while he continued leisurely stroking. Jack's entire body shuddered. Ianto sucked on each of his testicles in turn then turned his oral attentions to Jack's cock.

Ianto pulled Jack's foreskin back and lapped up the precome leaking from his tip. Jack and Ianto both moaned. Ianto sucked the tip and pumped him into his mouth. He groaned around Jack and was rewarded with another full body shudder. Ianto had to hold him firmly to keep him in his mouth.

He felt Jack's fingers in his hair. He pulled back and flicked his tongue back and forth against Jack's slit. He slapped Jack's erection against his newly shaved cheeks. It was too much for Jack and Ianto barely got him angled towards his mouth before he came. He caught the ejaculate on his tongue and swallowed. He gave Jack's cock a final kiss and stood.

Jack kissed Ianto exploring his mouth with his tongue. He reached down and grabbed Ianto's cock.

"I think you need another shower," Jack said stepping back towards the shower pulling Ianto along by his dick.

"I do feel like a dirty boy," Ianto said following Jack into the cramped shower stall.