Title: Welcome Home
Ratings: Teen – sexual references.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: After a long day, Jack goes home.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: A little more cuteness. Comments please!
It had been a long day. Jack hated long days but finally, he had reached the end of this one and was going home. Home. Nowadays, that was Ianto’s place. Jack didn’t know quite how that had happened. He’d just sort of slipped into it.
He let himself in and slipped the catch on after himself. “Ianto, I’m home!” He slid his boots off and placed them on the little mat Ianto had put there for him. He was about to shrug his coat off when Ianto appeared. Ianto had already undressed to just shirt and trousers. His bare feet poked out from beneath his trouser hems.
He smiled at Jack, then pressed his nose into Jack’s shoulder and breathed in. “Hey,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against the rough wool.
Jack put his arms around him. “Hey yourself.” They hugged for a moment, then Ianto pulled back and slid Jack’s coat from around his shoulders. Jack watched him as he reverently hung the coat up, smoothing down the lapels before he returned to Jack.
“Ready for bed?” he asked, slipping an arm around Jack’s waist.
“Nah, not yet. I know it’s late but … you fancy just watching TV for a bit?”
Ianto smiled. “Okay. Go and settle yourself. I’ll get the wine.”
Jack padded through to Ianto’s cosy little living room. He tugged his braces down from his shoulders, undid his sleeves and pushed them up. He settled on the couch and shut his eyes.
After a moment, he felt Ianto come in. He heard a clinking as Ianto placed glasses on the table.
“Leaving all the work to me, are you?” Ianto asked in a teasing voice.
Jack kept his eyes shut and grinned. “Yep.”
Ianto tutted, turned the television on, then joined Jack on the couch. Jack felt their arms automatically go around each other. Ianto shuffled down to rest his head on Jack’s shoulder and Jack rested his head on Ianto’s. The fresh mint of his shampoo tickled Jack’s nostrils. Ianto passed him a glass and they sipped and watched the telly. Some comedy quiz was on and they chuckled together.
Jack breathed in Ianto’s scent. He could smell it clearly beneath the mint. It changed with his mood, different when his hormones changes or his adrenaline surged. Now, it was a soft scent. It felt good to know how relaxed Ianto was just watching telly in Jack’s arms. Jack knew his own scent was just as content.
“So, what kept you tonight? You’re really late.”
“Oh, some rampaging weevils.”
“You should’ve called me. I could have come back in,” Ianto said, trailing his fingers across Jack’s chest. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
Jack dropped a kiss on the top of Ianto’s head. “I’ve told you before, you need to have a life. You can’t be working into the small hours over stuff like this. I can handle it myself.”
“You should lean on me a bit more, Jack. You carry too much on your shoulders.”
Jack held Ianto a bit closer. “Coming home to you makes it all better.”
Ianto tipped his head up and looked closely at Jack for a moment before smiling. “Home, huh? I like that.”
Jack grinned. “I know.”
Ianto sat up and drained his wine glass. “Come on. Time we were in bed. Any later and you’ll have to drag me out of bed in the morning.”
Jack laughed as Ianto tugged him up. “That’ll make a change. I usually drag you into bed.”
Ianto grinned. “Into bed, over desks, up against walls…”
They switched the TV off and the lights and made their way upstairs. Jack stood still as Ianto undressed him. Jack liked it when Ianto undressed him. It wasn’t sexual, he was just looking after him. Ianto was a person who liked to look after people. Jack let him do it and when Ianto wasn’t looking, Jack sneaked in a bit of looking after him in return.
Ianto let Jack undress him and, naked, they slipped into bed. The bed was warm and soft and so was Ianto. In Ianto’s bed, Jack always found it easy to sleep and his eyes drifted closed in a few moments.
He listened to Ianto’s breathing slow down and even out and he felt himself drifting towards sleep. He sighed contentedly.
“Goodnight, Ianto,” he breathed.
Ianto turned his head into Jack’s bare chest. “Night, Jack. Welcome home.”
Jack smiled. “Home,” he repeated and fell asleep.