For justprompts: Dalliance
"Time is it?" he managed, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds before deciding that it was too much effort to hold up his hand. It flopped onto Jack's stomach and Ianto decided he could deal with that, so he left it there.
A hand found its way through his hair, fingernails scraping gently against his scalp. "Half six," Jack said in a quiet voice. "Go back to sleep."
"Work," Ianto huffed, but he wasn't really trying. Instead, he moved blindly, running fingers up and through the hair at Jack's chest, thin and barely there. He felt a shiver beneath his touch, felt the tiny hairs raised in gooseflesh.
"Soon," Jack conceded. Still quiet. "Sleep."
Ianto waited, almost held his breath, until Jack added, with a touch of mischief, "Unless you'd rather..."
In response, Ianto reached up with one hand. Catching hold of Jack, he tugged him down, into a kiss. A proper morning kiss, unhurried, sleep-logged and almost decadent, bad breath and all; he missed those.
"I missed you," he couldn't help but say against Jack's lips.
"I know," Jack said, drawing circles across Ianto's back with one finger.
Content under the touch, Ianto slid down and lay his head on Jack's chest and closed his eyes. He felt a hand settle at his shoulder and Jack was warm, so warm he could almost fall asleep right there.
After a few seconds, in a rush of air, he mumbled something inaudible that didn't matter. In response there was only a rumble of laughter against his ear. Absently, Ianto kissed the small patch of skin he could reach, right over Jack's heart. Then, in words slightly more clear, "Do that again."
"I will if you you will," Jack answered, the leer in his voice.
Ianto smiled into skin. Jack's laughter. Jack's breathing. Jack's heartbeat. Jack.
"I'm glad you stayed over," he said, his words muffled.
"So am I." Jack's fingers flexed against Ianto's back; the gesture was almost possessive. "You're adorable, you know, in the morning."
"Keep that up," Ianto said after a pause, tilting his head back until he could see the amused expression, the too-white teeth, "and the next time we go out I won't invite you up for coffee."
"Does that mean I get a second date?" Jack asked, attempting to feign nonchalance. But in his face, Ianto thought he saw something else, some honest uncertainly. Like that night in the office building, as if Jack was truly expecting that he, Ianto Jones, was going to turn down a repeat of this. He shifted again, propped himself up with one hand and looked down at Jack, who added, "No offices."
"That was our second date," Ianto informed him, lips curling into a smile. "Or did you forget the night we had dinner and an impromptu Weevil hunt?"
"That doesn't count. There was no movie--" Jack fixed him with an utterly wicked grin, all traces of uncertainty gone (or, Ianto corrected himself, very skillfully hidden). "And you wouldn't even let me in your flat when I drove you home."
"You're too tempting, and you know it. And I'm not that easy."
"You're not?"
"No," Ianto said, and leaned to kiss Jack, allowing himself to be drawn into a slightly more passionate one than he'd intended before he pulled away. "Not when you had a lot to make up for."
Jack studied him for a few seconds. Very carefully, as if realizing this conversation had gotten away from him, he offered, "Third date."
Ianto pressed his lips against the corner of Jack's, against his chin and jaw and throat.
Jack relaxed under the kisses. He smiled at Ianto, his expression falling open, strange promises in his eyes. "Let's make it special," he said, and Ianto nearly asked if that meant their previous two hadn't been special-- but he was suddenly, irrationally afraid that would chase the smile away. "What should we go?"
"No offices," Ianto reminded, since Jack had mentioned it first. "And we've done dinner and a film. Then where?"
"I don't know," was the answer, with the blossom of a more confident, teasing smile and an arm around Ianto's back. Then, Jack pulled him closer, so that Ianto had no choice but to brace himself with an arm, and then a leg, at either side of him, and before he knew it, he was resting on top, bodies pressed together.
Jack laughed softly, and Ianto felt it in his own chest. "Let's go dancing, Ianto Jones."
A hand found its way through his hair, fingernails scraping gently against his scalp. "Half six," Jack said in a quiet voice. "Go back to sleep."
"Work," Ianto huffed, but he wasn't really trying. Instead, he moved blindly, running fingers up and through the hair at Jack's chest, thin and barely there. He felt a shiver beneath his touch, felt the tiny hairs raised in gooseflesh.
"Soon," Jack conceded. Still quiet. "Sleep."
Ianto waited, almost held his breath, until Jack added, with a touch of mischief, "Unless you'd rather..."
In response, Ianto reached up with one hand. Catching hold of Jack, he tugged him down, into a kiss. A proper morning kiss, unhurried, sleep-logged and almost decadent, bad breath and all; he missed those.
"I missed you," he couldn't help but say against Jack's lips.
"I know," Jack said, drawing circles across Ianto's back with one finger.
Content under the touch, Ianto slid down and lay his head on Jack's chest and closed his eyes. He felt a hand settle at his shoulder and Jack was warm, so warm he could almost fall asleep right there.
After a few seconds, in a rush of air, he mumbled something inaudible that didn't matter. In response there was only a rumble of laughter against his ear. Absently, Ianto kissed the small patch of skin he could reach, right over Jack's heart. Then, in words slightly more clear, "Do that again."
"I will if you you will," Jack answered, the leer in his voice.
Ianto smiled into skin. Jack's laughter. Jack's breathing. Jack's heartbeat. Jack.
"I'm glad you stayed over," he said, his words muffled.
"So am I." Jack's fingers flexed against Ianto's back; the gesture was almost possessive. "You're adorable, you know, in the morning."
"Keep that up," Ianto said after a pause, tilting his head back until he could see the amused expression, the too-white teeth, "and the next time we go out I won't invite you up for coffee."
"Does that mean I get a second date?" Jack asked, attempting to feign nonchalance. But in his face, Ianto thought he saw something else, some honest uncertainly. Like that night in the office building, as if Jack was truly expecting that he, Ianto Jones, was going to turn down a repeat of this. He shifted again, propped himself up with one hand and looked down at Jack, who added, "No offices."
"That was our second date," Ianto informed him, lips curling into a smile. "Or did you forget the night we had dinner and an impromptu Weevil hunt?"
"That doesn't count. There was no movie--" Jack fixed him with an utterly wicked grin, all traces of uncertainty gone (or, Ianto corrected himself, very skillfully hidden). "And you wouldn't even let me in your flat when I drove you home."
"You're too tempting, and you know it. And I'm not that easy."
"You're not?"
"No," Ianto said, and leaned to kiss Jack, allowing himself to be drawn into a slightly more passionate one than he'd intended before he pulled away. "Not when you had a lot to make up for."
Jack studied him for a few seconds. Very carefully, as if realizing this conversation had gotten away from him, he offered, "Third date."
Ianto pressed his lips against the corner of Jack's, against his chin and jaw and throat.
Jack relaxed under the kisses. He smiled at Ianto, his expression falling open, strange promises in his eyes. "Let's make it special," he said, and Ianto nearly asked if that meant their previous two hadn't been special-- but he was suddenly, irrationally afraid that would chase the smile away. "What should we go?"
"No offices," Ianto reminded, since Jack had mentioned it first. "And we've done dinner and a film. Then where?"
"I don't know," was the answer, with the blossom of a more confident, teasing smile and an arm around Ianto's back. Then, Jack pulled him closer, so that Ianto had no choice but to brace himself with an arm, and then a leg, at either side of him, and before he knew it, he was resting on top, bodies pressed together.
Jack laughed softly, and Ianto felt it in his own chest. "Let's go dancing, Ianto Jones."