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Ianto wakes up with a warm, heavy weight on his chest.
Sometime during the night, Jack had wrapped himself around Ianto. Their legs are tangled together, there’s an arm over his waist, and Jack’s head is resting on his chest. (Ear pressed just over his heart.) He can see the top of Jack’s head with his spiky brown hair, and the sliver of Jack's face that Ianto can see seems... peaceful. Content in a way he rarely sees when Jack is awake.
Ianto hates to wake Jack up, but they have to start getting ready for work if they want to get to the Hub on time. “Jack,” he says gently, shaking the man’s shoulder. No reaction. “Jack,” he says again, louder this time and repeating the motion. Still nothing.
Right.
Ianto tries to move to the edge of the bed, but the arm tightening around his waist stops him. “Jack,” Ianto tries again, and this time he gets a groggy sound for his trouble. Progress. “Jack, we have to get up. We have work. You know, where we save people and sometimes the world?” Jack’s head turns slightly, and he mumbles something that only vaguely resembles English. Knowing Jack, it might not be a human language at all.
Ianto tries for the next thirty minutes to wake Jack up. He really does. He pokes, prods, grumbles, and continually tries to extract himself from Jack’s grip, but nothing seems to work. As much as Ianto hates to miss work, but it seems there’s no helping it. Jack refuses to wake up or release Ianto, so it seems he’s stuck.
There are far worse places to be stuck, Ianto decides as he runs a hand through Jack’s hair; Jack’s warm sigh against Ianto’s bare chest makes goosebumps erupt across his bare skin. He’s not quite sure how long they stay like that, Jack still sleeping peacefully on him and Ianto half-drowsing in the syrupy morning sunlight.
The abrupt sound of Ianto’s cellphone ringing is enough to make him jump slightly. Ianto isn’t sure if it’s the movement or the sharp sound, but Jack finally cracks those gorgeous blue eyes open. He watches as Ianto grasps for his phone and accepts Tosh’s call. “Hello?”
“Hi Ianto,” Tosh greets. “You’re on speaker. Do you know where Jack is? Gwen, Owen, and I haven’t seen him all day, and we’re worried.”
He hears Gwen agree and Owen grumble, and it gives him just enough time to come to a split-second decision. “Yes, I do. We’ll be gone most of the day. Early morning call, weevils all over the place. We’ll take care of it.” Ianto feels bad about the lie, but the utterly sweet, pleased smile on Jack’s face makes it worth it. “Have to go,” Ianto says over the clamor of voices coming from his phone. He hangs up on Owen’s “—calm for someone on a—” and returns his phone to his night stand.
Jack finally deigns to speak with that same sweet smile on his face. “All day, huh?”
“Yes, well, someone has made it very clear what they think of getting up today,” Ianto says, trying and failing to sound put out. “And since I’m that someone’s pillow…”
Jack laughs, the sound delightfully husky with sleep. “Well, I can’t feel too bad. You work too hard.”
“We have a job to do Jack.”
“Owen, Gwen, and Tosh can do that job without us for one day Ianto.”
Ianto opens his mouth to argue more but relents when Jack settles against him with a satisfied sound. “Fine. Just this once.”
“Just this once,” Jack repeats agreeably.