A/N: Jack faces few difficulties and some strong blended coffee

Spoiler alert: Sleeper

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

Jack's awakening wasn't so great; he was barely asleep when his phone started to vibrate. He was clever enough this time to turn off the ring but the vibrations woke him in a split second. In a half sleep the vibration made him think he was riding an armed bomb through the air. As he awoke, he rushed to tap his wrist strap to beam him to safety but his arm was jammed by a heavy body. His eyes snapped open with an image of a pile of still warm dead bodies on top of him, he was covered in sweat looking at the ceiling; it wasn't the greatest of moments to climb out of a mass grave. He started to breathe again, this wasn't it, this body was alive; Jack inhaled his smell and finally got his bearings. Ianto was sleeping on top of him after night of sex and tears. Sadly that was more unusual to Jack than a pile of bodies. Not the sex part, emotional part.

Luckily his new phone continued to vibrate so he didn't have to think about it. He could just reach for it and speak, waking up Ianto but that would demand him to find his way through the morning, and he was no good at mornings. Especially intimate mornings, he would just ruin it by being his casual self, and this with Ianto was intimate. That's why he wiggled under Ianto; he perfected the art of untangling himself from another naked body; he could get out of a Gordian knot of bodies without disturbing anyone. It was a skill and he used it many times, he even got out of an execution with that technique, his last request was a small orgy.

Ianto was using him as a bed so he had to slip to the floor without moving Ianto. He was faced with difficulty when he moved and realized that he was glued to Ianto by his own semen, and dry semen held skin tight as hell, especially delicate one. He wasn't so much worried about getting hurt, he got that all the time, and he wouldn't die from a simple bruise, he worried that it would wake up Ianto. It wouldn't be best of moments with Jack half out of bed with one foot on the floor; talking about awkward mornings. It's easy to explain your departure if an explanation was needed when the phone was ringing, but to be caught in the middle of running out of bed was just plain bad, it always ended with something being thrown and crashing against the wall.

He had to decide fast because sleep was a tricky thing; Ianto could at any second turn from a deep sleep to a lighter one, so he placed a palm to Ianto's abdomen to give his skin an additional advantage and pulled. He bite down a scream and slipped to the floor. He looked down expecting to be without his member, but it was still there, there was nothing to be seen, but the sucker hurt like hell. He noted to himself not to do that again, get glued, not getting out.

Jack picked up his still vibrating phone and clothes from the chair.

"Yes" he whispered in the phone.

"She killed them Jack" Gwen sounded shaken.

"I'll be there in ten, don't go after her alone" he whispered dressing on the way.

"Jack where are you?" she sounded curious. "What's with your voice?"

"Nothing, wait there and call Owen and Tosh, they should meet us in the Hub." He hung up shaking his head.

"Wouldn't you like to know" he murmured as he exited Ianto's flat with his boots in hand. An old neighbour looked at him suspiciously so Jack smiled and without even noticing it he locked Ianto's apartment with a spare key that Ianto usually held in the door. After he put his boots on he rushed down the stairs with his coat over his arm. As he walked, he searched for the key to the SUV and the key in his hand got in his way so he put it on his keychain. He had done it not registering that he put Ianto's key to his own ring.

By the SUV he took a moment to put his coat on and to tie his boots. Damn clothes, they were choking him again, he must have put his t-shirt on backwards like before.

Gwen greeted him with a sceptical sweep of his appearance but said nothing. They got their suspect back to the Hub and there he discovered that his damn cock hurt in unexpected moments when he moved around, he wished for a pair of briefs instead of boxers. Just as he thought that, Ianto entered and Jack focused on the woman with the bag on her head, he would have remembered to remove it if he hadn't been so distracted, but maybe it would prove useful. Mistakes could often be creatively used.

"Someone turned my phone off" Jack could clearly hear Ianto but he hadn't done anything of the sort, it would be clever, but cock problems made him run, not think.

Of course Owen had a brilliant idea during the night. That made Jack smile, he loved when his people were their best, but he loved it even more when he got to prevent them from screwing up brilliantly. Jack decided it was a good moment to turn around and offer Ianto that understanding smile and gratitude that he was taking Owen's shit, but as he turned his cock rubbed against his pants in a long stride and his smile was replaced by tight suppression of pain. He placed a finger to his lips to prevent his face of flinching. Ianto rolled his eyes at him; it wasn't a good start, he had to be careful, or Ianto would get an urge to have a `talk`. Luckily his discomfort was short lived so he approached closer and stopped Owen short of really insulting Ianto.

Ianto gave him his coffee, and showed interest in their case, those were good signs so Jack drank his coffee speaking to Gwen, he frowned. Maybe he was too optimistic; coffee was bitter as hell, without sugar or cream and extra strong*. Well there wasn't a better way to tell to Jack that Ianto could make his life hell if he wanted to, and he didn't even have to talk to do it. Jack drank coffee just for the flavour of it; he didn't like it strong because he was already all wired up with life energy, caffeine just made him all over the place. He placed the mug on the sink pouring it down the drain and went down.

With the caffeine boost, his discomfort, and an emotional outburst, Jack didn't trust himself to know the limit. He didn't like to cross that limit. For him, limit meant that on the one side there was the Doctor, Rose, and Martha who would never inflict pain even if threatened, and on the other side there were Cybermen, Daleks, Sontarns and every other soulless creature that didn't care about pain. Jack was dancing in the middle of it whole his life, and lately, because of the Doctor he tried to stay on his side, but he wasn't sure of himself, that he would always know in which direction that was.

He was calm facing the woman's scared face, but she was so convincing he started to fear that she was far worse than he could handle, so he raised his voice leaning forward, and he could feel the steel climbing up his spine to make him cold. You had to be cold to endure torture, no matter which side of the table you were on. But then Gwen called out his name and he withdrew. He was shaken by how easily he could slip back into that persona so he got out, searching for some sanity.

Up on the main floor Owen and Tosh were preoccupied by their scans and results. By the glass was Ianto, for a change he wasn't rushing between chores, he just stood there looking at Gwen and the woman who was too convincing. Jack approached him just to stand beside him, to absorb some sanity, because Ianto could find his bearings in the worst situations.

"Shivers down my spine" said Ianto seriously about Jack being scary. Jack knew how scary he could become, he had seen fear of him in many eyes, even his wife's, but there was none of that on Ianto's face.

"You don't look scared" Jack said hopefully.

Ianto looked away like he was searching for that fear in his personal database.

"It passed" he said and Jack realized he was only joking with him so he growled threatening him with his fist just for show. Ianto didn't even flinch.

Jack got back to solving their problem, if Ianto didn't see the monster within him that meant he hadn't crossed the line, he was on the right track.

*There's been a coffee issue, I just want to point out that Jack got Owen's coffee, and I think Owen drinks his coffee so strong that spoon could stand upright in it, and I'm just saying that Jack isn't too crazy about caffeine, he loves coffee :)