Thank you so much to everyone who alerted and favourited and whatnot! But, if it's not too much to ask, I'd absolutely love a few little reviews... Please?

Ok, I'll stop begging now and just get on with it!

We all know how important Ianto's suits and shirts etc. are to him. When Jack doesn't respect that, well... Guess what happens? ;)

I own nothing, it all belongs to the BBC. Easy to tell, I'd say.

Five times Ianto Jones put Jack on decaf... and one time he didn't.

3.

Ianto had heard something rip, but Jack had told him not to turn around, and he had been too far gone at that point to care very much anyway. The only thing he'd been able to concentrate on for more than a few seconds had been the feeling of Jacks hands and lips and tongue and teeth on his skin.

Now, what feels like hours later, he's lying on his bed, panting, with Jack still inside of him. He feels Jack roll off, and lifts his hand to his face to pull off the blindfold Jack has put on him earlier, in one of the many tricks they have been trying out in the bedroom lately. The fabric feels soft, and he rolls it around his fingers absent-mindedly for a while, enjoying the feeling of Jack's warm body stretched out next to his. Until, suddenly, he remembers the ripping sound from before, and takes a closer look at the fabric.

'Jack!' he yells, and sits up suddenly.

Jack, still looking a bit dazed from their previous activities, gives Ianto a surprised look.

'Wha'?'

'My shirt! You ripped my shirt!'

Ianto is still yelling, and he knows he's sounding more than a little hysterical, but it was one of his favourite shirts, goddammit!

Jack seems to have lost interest in the matter already, preferring to concentrate on drawing circles on Ianto's back with his finger.

'I guess I did. I needed something to blindfold you with, didn't I? It was the first thing I got hold of...'

Which, he soon realises, is not the right thing to say.

'So you just decided to grab my shirt and tear it up for your own amusement?'

Jack attempts a sly grin.

'Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, too.'

Although Ianto can't deny this, and it would be pointless to even try, considering they were both there to hear the sounds he was making mere minutes ago, he's still annoyed about the destruction of his shirt. He and Jack had had a rare night off, and he had dressed for the occasion, wearing one of his favourite shirts. Jack had rid his shirts of buttons before, on occasion not having the patience for trivial things like that, but those were easy to replace. An entire sleeve, however, was not.

'Aaaw, come on, Ianto, don't sulk,' Jack says when he sees the look on Ianto's face. 'I'll make it up to you. Right now. And I'll get you as many new shirts as you like.'

Ianto seems to consider this. After a few moments' contemplation, he replies.

'Alright, but it better be good. And you're still getting decaf tomorrow.'

He sees the puppy dog eyes Jack tries to make, but he won't give in.

'Maybe that'll teach you not to destroy the property of others,' Ianto finishes with a sly grin, closely matching the one previously shown by Jack.