Bed is for two things (one of which Jack is really really good at). And that’s fortunate, because otherwise Ianto would kick him out of bed for eating cookies.

( “Bed is for two things, Jack, and eating is not one of them,” Ianto scolded his lover. )

Post Sleeper. The truth can hurt. That’s why Jack is keeping it to himself this time.

( Ianto never comes right out and asks Jack why he treated Beth so badly. )

On Christmas morning, Jack enjoys a rare moment of peacefulness with a sleepy Ianto.

( Even the driving force behind Torchwood Three needed some time off once in a while.

And, though he loathed admitting it, Jack could use the down time himself. )

Jack Harkness is very good at waiting. After The Valiant he realizes that he was waiting for the wrong man.

( Ianto is home. As much as the TARDIS ever was. )

Ianto has a lot of self control - except when it comes to Jack, and what he can do.

Notes: Inspired a bit by Flora’s story A Couple Of Things You Can Do With A Stopwatch

( Ianto Jones had plenty of self-control. His control faltered when it came to one Captain Jack Harkness, however. )

Ianto is not so forgiving of the Doctor as Jack. But he’ll keep his anger to himself - as long as Jack smiles at him.

( “He’s a benign alien, you know,” Tosh said, placing a reassuring hand on Ianto’s arm. )

Set Post Season 2, Episode 1. Jack is back. But while he was gone, Ianto and Tosh grew…closer. Now, there’s really only one way to solve this ‘problem’.

( Jack, ever horny (and with a suspiciously yearning look to his wounded eyes), just smiled that smile full of sex and mancandy and said, “There’s such a concept as sharing, you quaint little twenty-first century people.” )

It started with a kiss, and neither of them knew just where it would lead. A look at the emotions behind Jack and Ianto’s relationship from the beginning until the end of Season 1.

( No one had ever been more real to him than Jack. )

Set Season 2, Episode 1. Ianto’s had his heart broken four times. And maybe that’s a good thing.

( Like the Americans said, three strikes and you’re out. )