Jack grinned at Ianto over the large cardboard box in his arms. The Welshman grinned back, and Jack felt a tug at his heart. This was the right thing for them. He knew it was. Yes, they were ridiculously young to be cohabitating, but really, Ianto had been forced to grow up much faster than the average teenager, and who was Jack to argue against his own feelings? He knew what he wanted, and had since he was a little boy. He wanted to be with Ianto, and had every intention to follow their relationship through, no matter what odds might be stacked against them.

"Just a few more boxes, then," Ianto acknowledged, pushing the two they had just brought in into a corner of his room with the rest. Luckily it wasn't a tiny bedroom. The layout of the house was very well designed.

"Odds and ends, really," Jack said, kissing Ianto on the cheek.

"And what was that for?" Ianto asked.

"Just felt like it, Ianto Bug."

Jack felt the air whoosh behind him as Ianto attempted to swat at his bottom, but Jack was faster than that. He was already out of the bedroom and heading down the hallway toward the front door.

"You know, Jack," his boyfriend started, trailing along behind him. "Mam gave me that nickname when I was a wee boy. It's not particularly flattering now."

"Oh, I don't know," Jack replied, reaching into his car for another box. "I think it fits you perfectly."

"You think I look like a bug?"

"I think you're cute as a bug," Jack murmured, pressing a kiss to Ianto's lips before Ianto grabbed the next box. "Adorable, sexy, and all mine."

Ianto growled at him. "Just wait until I get you alone," he said, lifting the two remaining boxes into his arms and closing the car door with his hip. "I'll show you who belongs to whom."

Jack smirked, turning to go back into the house. He wished he had a free hand to adjust the jeans which were now tightening over his groin at Ianto's words. As much as he and Ianto had explored their sexual relationship, they'd yet to take it all the way. He didn't want to hurt Ianto, he didn't want to rush it, and if the truth were told, he was as nervous as he was excited about the prospect.

"Was that a threat or a promise?" Jack asked him after they'd both set their boxes down.

"Both," Ianto replied, raising an eyebrow. He grasped Jack's t-shirt and yanked him closer, slamming their mouths together in what could only be described as a possessive manner. When they broke apart their foreheads rested together.

"How can we be alone with you sister and mother here?" Jack asked softly, arousal coursing through him and making him want to take Ianto right then and there.

"Rhiannon is going out tonight with a friend," Ianto answered, not yet having let go of Jack's shirt. "And as for Mam, well, she isn't much for spying on me. She minds her own business."

"Unlike your sister," Jack said, supplying Ianto's unspoken words.

His boyfriend chuckled. "Exactly."

They kissed again, a sweeter, tenderer version of their previous kiss, and Jack melted into his boyfriend's arms. He could stand there all day, if given the time. Kissing Ianto was like very emotion packed into one. There was no one word for how he felt when Ianto kissed him.

"We should unpack," Jack eventually whispered when the kiss ended. "Or at least, I should."

"I'll help," Ianto replied, pulling back.

Jack reluctantly let him go, smiling. "You're amazing, Ianto, you know that?"

"Because I want to help you place your things?" Ianto asked, returning the smile.

"Nope. Just because."

Ianto blushed, a soft, flattering pink. "You're not so bad yourself, Jack."

"Oi, you two," a voice from the doorway said, getting Jack's immediate attention. Rhiannon. "How do you manage to get anything done if you're all sappy and corny the whole time?"

Jack looked at Ianto and saw his raised brow. Jack understood immediately. Rhiannon was the typical older sister and would forever be in their business.

"Not the whole time," Jack said, winking at his boyfriend.

"And it's called being in love, Rhiannon," Ianto added.

"Sure, in love." Rhiannon rolled her eyes at them, folding her arms. "I was in love once. Look where it got me."

Ianto scowled. "Johnny is an idiot."

"Oh, I have better words than that for him," Jack said, shaking his head. "But the baby might be listening."

Rhiannon cracked a smile and Jack felt triumphant. "Three weeks without a word. The louse."

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on," Jack told her. He remembered when his brother was born. Sure, there were nights his family got no sleep, but having Gray as a little brother had been nothing short of wonderful, as far as Jack was concerned. "What are you going to do, Rhi?"

"File for divorce, I suppose. He's abandoned me. And the baby."

"A missing persons report might be advisable," Ianto suggested, shrugging. "Perhaps he's met with foul play."

"Well he'd certainly deserve it if he had," she growled, brows furrowing.

"He could also have simply gotten so smashed he fell into the bay," Ianto added with a frown. "I'd have pushed him in myself if given half the chance."

Jack couldn't help but smile. Ianto and his sister looked so much alike, especially when upset or angry. They looked just like their mother, actually. Jack figured the baby would likely have the same looks, if the Jones genes were that strong.

"And you stop grinning at me, Jack Harkness," Rhiannon scolded him playfully. "You're far too young to be flirting with me, and especially in front of my brother."

"You're breaking my heart, Rhiannon Davies."

"Jones," she corrected. "I'm taking my name back. No way am I keeping the name of a man who can't even be bothered to take care of his wife and child."

"If he does come back, I'm changing the locks," Ianto said, moving to one of the boxes and bending over to pull it open. "He's no longer welcome here."

"Our big damned hero," Jack crooned, slipping his arms around his boyfriend's waist when he stood back up. "We should get you a cape."

Rhiannon snorted. "Right, well… I'll leave you boys to your unpacking," she said, waving a hand around. "Or whatever it is you're up to. I'm going to go sit with Mam for a bit."

"Alright," Ianto replied, smiling over his shoulder as Rhiannon left the doorway. "Jack, we need to get your things put away."

"I can think of something that needs to be put away," Jack whispered into his ear, pushing his hips forward just slightly and nibbling at Ianto's earlobe.

"Jesus," Ianto cursed. His bottom pushed back into Jack's groin and they both moaned.

"You sure you want to unpack the boxes now?" Jack asked, rolling his hips. He knew he was playing with fire, since Rhiannon could decide to return any moment, but he didn't care. "There are so many other things we could be doing."

Groaning, Ianto pulled out of Jack's embrace and turned around. "Nice try, Jack," he said, folding his arms. The position did nothing to hide Ianto's obvious erection. "Boxes first, horny boyfriends second."

Jack pouted. "Fine, fine. You're right, Ianto. Work to do."

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Three hours later found the boys finished with unpacking, and lying on the bed. Jack was exhausted. He couldn't understand how clearing out less than ten cardboard boxes, including all of his clothes, could be so tiring. But he found he barely wanted to move. That is, until his stomach growled.

"The beast is hungry," Ianto mumbled, not bothering to remove his face from where it was currently tucked into Jack's neck.

Jack laughed, rubbing Ianto's back. "I didn't eat much for breakfast," he admitted. "And we didn't have lunch. We should go pick up some dinner."

"I could really go for a curry," said Ianto. "Mmm."

"You might have to detangle yourself, first."

"Nope. Let's go like this."

"Don't think that'd work, Ianto."

"Bod y ffigurau."

"What?" Jack asked with a smile. He loved when Ianto spoke Welsh. It didn't happen as much as he'd like.

"I said," Ianto growled, pulling his face from Jack's neck, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes, "that figures."

Jack leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You should speak Welsh more often. It's sexy."

Ianto quirked a brow but didn't open his eyes. "You should learn Welsh. You've only lived here for nearly thirteen years."

"I did learn some, remember?"

"Sure, an insult," Ianto answered, eyelids opening and bright blue eyes fixing him with a look.

"Well, it was still Welsh. And besides, I know more than that."

"I'm listening."

"Rwyf am i chi, cariad."

Ianto pushed up onto his elbows, eyes wide. "I'm impressed, Jack. And I want you, too. But, food takes priority."

Jack growled as Ianto rolled out of his arms and off of the bed. "You said boxes first, horny boyfriends second!"

"I lied."

"Ianto!"

"Food, Jack," Ianto told him, hands on his hips. A smile tugged at his lips. "Dessert after Rhiannon leaves."

Jack grinned, scooting off the bed and tugging Ianto against him again. "I like the way you think, Ianto Jones."

"Yes, you love me for my mind," his boyfriend said, pulling away and grabbing Jack's keys off the dresser. He then headed out the door, obviously expecting Jack to follow.

"That and your Welsh vowels," Jack called.

"Of course. Now come along, Jack. Tikka Masala awaits!"

~tbc~