Jack closed the door to the outside world with a soft click as he entered the silent flat; his home, the place he belonged. Toeing off his muddy boots and placing them in the cupboard, he hung his battered greatcoat up on its designated hook before he quietly padded across the immaculate hallway and into the darkened bedroom he and Ianto shared. Once inside, he was greeted with the heart warming sight of Ianto lying curled on his side; the covers kicked down to his waist, revealing the smooth, flawless planes of his back, muscles completely relaxed in sleep.
Smiling affectionately, Jack wandered round to Ianto’s side of the bed and crouched reverently before him; gently stroking his dark hair off fair, sleeping features, his other hand resting lightly over where Ianto’s was on the pillow.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured gently as he kissed his forehead tenderly, Ianto made a soft snuffly noise, his hand closing instinctively round Jack’s as he buried his face further into the plush pillow, causing Jack to feel an affectionate glow; warming him from the inside out as he took in the sight of his lover who looked so young and innocent.
Jack smiled again as he tenderly stroked the smooth skin at the base of Ianto’s thumb and stroked his bare shoulder before gently withdrawing his hand from the Welshman’s light clasp to stand and remove his own clothing so he could join the young man. Looking down at his partner once more, he carefully slipped into bed behind him, expertly pulling the covers up and over them to ward off the winter wind. He was content to just lay there for a while; watching the soft rise and fall of his lover’s chest as he slept, the lines that often graced his handsome features banished for a few hours. Needing to be closer, Jack carefully wrapped one arm round his slim waist to pull him closer; brushing his fingers lightly over flawless skin as he did so.
“Shh,” murmured Jack soothingly as Ianto stirred slightly at the small movement. Kissing his neck reassuringly, he tightened his hold so Ianto’s back was moulded to his chest, enabling Jack to feel the reassuring thrum of his heart through sleep warm skin.
“Jack?” mumbled Ianto sleepily, his accent more pronounced in exhaustion as he woke with Jack’s warm, comforting weight spooned up behind him.
“Hey, did I wake you?” murmured Jack, nuzzling the curve of the Welshman’s neck affectionately.
“No just....didn’t expect you back tonight,” mumbled Ianto still mostly asleep as he relaxed against the familiar shape and covered Jack’s larger hand where it was resting over his heart.
“I’ll always make time for you, Ianto Jones,” said Jack sincerely as he kissed his shoulder lightly.
“Good,” mumbled Ianto as he subconsciously shifted further into the embrace, squeezing Jack’s hand lightly in response as he allowed the steady consistent sound of the Immortal’s breathing to lull him back into a peaceful sleep, feeling warm and secure in the arms of the man he loved.