You end up going back to his place.
Since the next day's class is actually at night, you'll have plenty of time to go home and change. At least, that's what he uses to try and persuade you to come over. You're not terribly hard to persuade.
"Sorry about the mess," he says as he opens his door. Apparently you two have different ideas about what a mess is, since his place is pretty close to immaculate.
"It's better than my place," you say simply. As you're looking around, you don't notice him sneak off. When you next turn around, he's there with an over-sized t shirt and sweat pants for you.
"Sorry, probably should have thought of Pyjamas," he says sheepishly. "Will these do?"
"Oh my god. Thanks, that's really sweet of you." You take them and hold them close for a second, taking a breath before commenting, "Mmm, they smell like you."
That just makes him chuckle, saying, "Well, they're just extras. You can keep them if you want."
You just grin and hug him before running off to change.
When you eventually wander back out, you hear him in the kitchen. He's in a pair of pyjama pants... And nothing else.
You pad over and hug him from behind, earning a soft chuckle and a, "Find everything alright?"
You just nod, listening to his words through his back as he says, "I made you something."
He gently disentangles himself from you, putting his arm around you instead. "Here..." The new position lets you see the two mugs of froth-topped... Something. "Back home mum used to make this for me every night before bed until I could make it on my own. It's warm milk with a bit of honey. That's why I'm so good at coffee and tea: if you can make this and have it come out really good, then you can make pretty much anything."
You just smile at him, kissing his cheek before saying, "Thank you. That's brilliant~"
He smiles and picks up both mugs before offering you his arm, head tilting slightly and eyebrows raising to indicate he'd like to sit down with you.
Soon enough, you're curled into each other on the couch, the milk and honey making you sleepy - something not terribly hard to do since you tired each other out so thoroughly. You end up falling asleep in his arms and having a dream of being carried... That isn't a dream, since you wake up later to find that you're in his bed and there's a smell of french toast and tea coming from the kitchen. Or, apparently, the hallway, since you sit up just in time for him to bring it in on a tray.
"Ah, you're awake," he says with a smile, putting down the tray over you're lap. Now that it's closer you can also smell the single lily he has on the tray.
"I was going to leave this covered for you if you were still asleep. Now I get to enjoy your lovely company," he smiles, adding, "Of course, that's if you want me."
You shift over slightly and pat the bed next to you. Ianto is already in his pants, shirt, and vest, the last of which isn't buttoned yet. Apparently he's an early riser.
You just smile at him, though, and kiss him before saying, "Thank you. Do you do this for everyone or am I just that good?" You smirk when he laughs, trying to get your wit to work earlier than usual.
"No, you're pretty special. The only other person I made breakfast for was Lisa. Well, her and my mum, but I figured that you weren't looking for that comparison," he replies, making you blush.
Apparently your wit isn't all there yet since the only response you can come up with it to kiss him properly. That's something he quickly returns, causing the two of you to pull back with matching grins. "Any chance you still have the cover for the french toast?"