Extra one this weekend :)
"I could get used to this," Jack grinned, his arms tight around Ianto's waist. "Best coffee I've ever had… best morning shag I've ever had…."
Ianto grinned back and kissed Jack. "Any time you want it. Either one, incidentally."
"Now, that is a tempting offer," Jack said, stroking a hand down Ianto's neck. "Can I tempt you with something to renew your energy?"
"Sure," Ianto said, getting in a last nuzzle of Jack's neck before shifting aside to let Jack up. "I've got enough coffee for another pot, shall I put that on?"
"Definitely! You could do that while I have a quick shower, then switch. Of course, we could share…."
"Had you asked that 15 minutes ago, I'd have said yes."
"I'll just have to keep it in mind next time, then," Jack said, patting Ianto's thigh before getting up.
"If you forget, I'll remind you," Ianto said, heading toward Jack's kitchenette, enjoying the comfortable domesticity of a lazy morning together.
Ianto was ready with a cup of fresh coffee to hand off to Jack as soon as he emerged from the bath, toweling his hair into a half-dried mess. "Any breakfast requests?" Jack asked as Ianto stepped into the shower. "Other than not eggs for you."
"Nope," Ianto called back above the running water. "Anything you like will be fine."
"Alright," Jack grinned, hoping to surprise his lover with something a little more innovative than bacon, toast, and yoghurt this time.
When Ianto emerged from bath, he could hear Jack singing softly in the kitchenette and deliberately took his time drying off and getting dressed so he could eavesdrop. Jack's voice was beautiful singing a Cole Porter classic about having someone to come home to. Ianto wished he'd sing out more; it wasn't difficult to imagine that his voice could probably fill a concert hall as easily as the loft, even with its post-industrial acoustics.
"With a voice like that, you should hang around here in the valleys more, join a men's choir," Ianto said casually, joining Jack in the kitchen.
Jack laughed. "Yeah, I don't know about that. I'm more of a soloist. Private shows and all that."
"Well, you wouldn't hear me complain about more private shows," Ianto smiled.
"Thank you," Jack said, pausing at the stovetop and leaning over to kiss Ianto's cheek. He sounded genuinely touched by the compliment and Ianto got the impression that not many people had been lucky enough to hear Jack sing.
"Croeso yn fawr iawn," Ianto said, returning the kiss. "Breakfast smells delicious. Is that French toast you're doing?"
"Yep," Jack beamed, "With a bananas foster sauce. Uh… you do like bananas, don't you?"
"Sure, love them. I don't often keep them in because they go off so quickly and don't take them with my lunch to work because one of my workmates is intolerant of them."
"Huh. Really? Just being around them, you mean? Like a nut allergy?"
"Nah, it just wouldn't seem fair for me to be eating something she can't have, you know?"
"Very considerate of you. Of course, I can get them in anytime you're staying, if you want. As an old friend of mine used to say, 'always take a banana to a party'."
"No special requests," Ianto smiled, "but thanks. And, really, don't we always have bananas when I'm round?"
"Fair point, Mr. Jones!"
"So, how's the rest of your day stacked?" Ianto asked, taking the plate Jack passed him.
"Nothing on till evening and I'm back on duty," Jack shrugged. "You?"
"Nothing on, full stop."
"Shall I take that literally or figuratively?" Jack grinned.
"You could take it any way you'd like."
"Now, I'm definitely taking that figuratively! Since we're both free… what say we be free together? Maybe spend the afternoon snuggled up watching movies or something?"
"You bet," Ianto agreed.
"As for my schedule looking ahead… I think I might be available next Friday, if the… um, forecast is accurate this far out. You?"
"Friday… hmm. Well, another of my workmates asked us from the office to come to a pub to support her boyfriend's band reunion thing. I don't really think it's quite my thing, but I did sort of say I'd show up for a bit. Maybe I could beg off early, though."
"It's not a problem. Assuming I am available, you could come over at one in the morning and it'd be fine by me."
"I've no doubt," Ianto smiled. "But I'm pretty sure I'd rather spend more time with you than with the people I work with every day, generally speaking." Ianto hesitated a moment, then glanced up at Jack. "You wouldn't want to come along with me, would you?"
Jack's face lit up, the little trace of disappointment dispelled entirely. "I would love to go along with you, Ianto. Just tell me when and I'll either meet you there or pick you up."
"Ok, great. I'll forward you the flyer she sent around, and once you know your schedule better, just let me know, yeah?"
"Will -" A knock at Jack's door interrupted his affirmation. Jack sighed. "Sorry, one second."
Jack, figuring the brunch stoppage was most likely an annoyed neighbor, was all set with a tale about a spider which refused to die being the cause of all the late night racket. What he was less prepared to open the door to was a short, grinning blond, greeting him with "Morning, big boy!" and a snog.