I love Janto: thanks. Oops I meant boiler suit. I don't know where my head is these days.
s4ianto: they didn't. I should have mentioned it being a future!fic, not a tie in with Pack Animals. I was just mentioning what the fic was referencing.
Wolf Demon 22: thanks for the fave.
TheAngelandtheDevil97: thanks for the fave and alert.
TheDalgas: thanks for the alert.
Ianto moves himself from the end of the couch into Jack's lap. He nuzzles his head into Jack's shoulder and gives a content purr when Jack starts stroking his hair. He wraps his arms around him and sighs.
He says something, possible in Welsh. Its too slurred to make out. Then he says "Jack" and his accent is the thickest Jack has ever heard it. Ianto hiccups.
"No more egg nog," Jack says sternly still stroking Ianto's hair. He knows that he'll have to deal with a very hangover and snappish Welshman in the morning. But Ianto looks so darn cute right now.
"Not drunk," Ianto murmurs against Jack's shoulder. He gives Jack's jawline a brief kiss and looks up at him adoringly. He buries in head in Jack's jacket and inhales deeply. Jack chuckles and threads his fingers through Ianto's hair. Ianto moans and kisses his coat, something Jack is sure Ianto will deny in the morning and every other day of his life.
Jack decides that he'll move Ianto to bed and make him sleep, even if the only way to do that is to wrap Ianto in his coat, later.
Early Christmas fic or Ianto got into the egg nog early. I forgot about Thanksgiving as it isn't celebrated in Australia. There was actually Thanksgiving in Canada. I don't know the history of it and its probably a different date from American Thanksgiving. God, I miss pumpkin pie.