No spoilers.

Beta-ed: GlassSplinter

Jack was very pleased. He knew that words were the most effective stimulators of all, but he was pleased to confirm his theory. Especially because it showed that the person with whom he shared bed was in it with him, not just with his body and skill. He did appreciate the latter, it had its treats, but it usually got boring very fast. The former got boring a little slower.

"Hungry?" he asked Ianto, and jumped up and climbed up the ladder.

Ianto turned around, confused.

"Where do you get your energy from?" He looked mildly annoyed.

"What can I say, the universe loves me." Jack shrugged his shoulders and went up.

He picked up the take out and wine and went back. To his surprise Ianto hadn't fallen asleep, he'd sat up and covered himself with a blanket. Apparently he claimed that blanket; Jack didn't argue, he'd earned it. Jack put on his shirt with stripes before he settled himself on the other side of the bed.

"Sit back, I got this." He discouraged Ianto from helping him out. The fact that he complied showed just how tired he was.

"Can't believe it, but I can eat." Ianto shook his head and started to eat.

Jack stretched his legs and made himself comfortable. Luckily Ianto was pleasant company even after sex. He didn't demand any attention or reassurance. It was surprising really, how often people need fake affection just to feel like they didn't have wild sex without special meaning.

"So," Jack intertwined his fingers when he was done with eating. "Will you ask for revanche Ianto Jones?"

"Oh no, you won fair and square. I couldn't top that. I've reached my limits." He filled his lungs with air and lifted his shoulders like he did when he was uncomfortable. Jack lifted his eyebrows, he couldn't let that happen, if he's won, that means that Ianto had lost. That wasn't very stimulating for future encounters.

"Well I don't know about your limits. My wrist strap said that you had few more hours in you, I just didn't rehydrate you on time, and that damn chocolate was out of reach, it would give you the sugar that you needed." He bends and reached for the chocolate that had fallen a few feet from the bed.

"That's Owen's," Ianto said when Jack started to open up the chocolate wrapping.

"He owes you a chocolate. Besides," He pressed his wrist strap against Iantos ankle. "You still need sugar." He pushed the open chocolate towards Ianto. Ianto smiled and took it.

"I didn't know that it can tell you that." He nodded at the wrist strap.

"Oh," Jack rubbed his wrist. "It can tell a lot, almost anything about a body that's in touch with it, from blood pressure to its contents, sudden attacks to status of digestion. We're in luck that you have such slow metabolism and eat so little."

"Hey!" Ianto pushed him with his foot shocked.

"What? Would you rather die of a sudden heart attack in the middle of an orgasm? I'm not that irresponsible."

"No." Ianto settled down. "I can't believe you programmed it to help you in your sex life; that's almost like cheating."

"In my time it's a normal precaution, sex is a dangerous thing. I can go without it, if it bothers you."

Ianto shook his head.

"It's OK, I'll feel safer with it. God knows what you'll think of next." He slid down into the bed. His eyelids were nearly closed, but he fought it. It was a lost cause. His body had received the sugar that it lacked and was ready for recovery.

Jack was very still, he watched as the young man lost his battle with sleep. His face lost its sharpness and cleaned itself of emotions. Lately Jack hadfound sleep disturbing. The other person was so unprotected and unaware that he got scared just by watching them. Ianto was no exception; he looked so exposed that Jack felt the urge to protect him. He got up quietly and picked up containers and glasses. He left Ianto to sleep in privacy.

When he sat behind his desk he wrote down a number in the stopwatch list. Not bad, not bad at all. He smiled. He wasn't sure that any of his lovers that he'd had since he was stranded on this Earth, were even close to that number. Before, it was easy to get even further, but there were ways of technology that could find such good usage in bed, and there were aliens. He missed friendly sexy aliens, why did those kind never end up in his courtyard?

Advice: this is a good place for pause too. Pace yourself, this is a marathon, not a sprint. (mark the spot with a review:)