"No work." Jack groaned, wrapping his arms around his lover. The Welshman was inclined to agree. He felt sleep creeping along the edges of his consciousness. Apparently the captain had a similar feeling, as his breathing slowed into shallow snoring. A shrill ringing sounded from the living room, jolting both men awake. The immortal grabbed his gun from the dresser as the noise continued. Ianto laughed at the frightened look on his lover's face.
"Jack. It's the phone. Ignore it and come back to bed." Ianto pulled back the tangled blankets and patted the bed.
"Shouldn't we answer it though? What if it's the HUB?" Ianto groaned.
"If it was the HUB, they would call your cell phone. It's probably Mrs. Jenkins calling about all the noise we were making." Jack smiled. The ringing stopped, but the immortal was already wide awake. He sauntered, naked, into the living room, and listened to the message left on the phone. His eyes widened with horror.
"Ianto, you need to get up now." Jack called rushing back into the bedroom and ripping the blankets off of the dozing Welshman.
"Why Jack? You said yourself that we aren't going to work today. At least not until later. And I'm tired." To emphasize this Ianto simply rolled over, burying his head under his pillow.
"No, but you really do need get up. And-" The immortal ran his eyes over the room, resting at the stained sheets and Ianto's prone form. "God Ianto, what are we going to do." Ianto rolled over once more looking up warily at his captain. Very rarely had he ever seen Jack this distressed.
"Jack. Who called. What did that message say." Jack froze, having picked up the pile of laundery from the floor.
"Your mom. And we have about half an hour before she gets here."