Title: Domestic
Author: blacatk
Rating(s): PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Warning(s): Only the pairing.
Summary: Ianto woke up slowly with the sun pouring through thin curtains in stripes across the bed.
A/N: #23 "Lovers" on My Torchwood Table.

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Ianto woke up slowly with the sun pouring through thin curtains in stripes across the bed. He rolled over onto his stomach to find Jack propped up on an elbow on his side watching him. He had one eyebrow raised and was wearing a grand total of one grin. Ianto felt his skin tingle as a blush ran up his neck and cheeks.

"You look like a cat."

Ianto folded his arms across his pillow and rested his head on top of them. His eyebrows furrowed and he paused a moment to choose his words carefully. "Sir?"

"When you stretched, you looked like a cat."

Ianto blinked a few times and frowned slightly. He turned his head to rest it facedown against his forearms. Sighing deeply, he wondered if he should start some coffee. Perhaps Jack would make a little more sense with caffeine.

"What? What do you have against cats?" When Ianto turned his head back to look Jack in the eye, he started a bit. Jack had moved closer, very decidedly into his personal space.

"I haven't got a thing against cats. But I would prefer you not compare me to animals that lick their own arses, sir." Ianto's face was completely expressionless but his hair curled slightly in every direction and though his blush was receding, it wasn't quite gone yet. Jack took a long moment to soak it all in.

Snickering, he responded, "I dunno, I wouldn't complain if you were that flexible."

"Who says I'm not. Sir." With the same blank expression on Ianto's face, a pause lingered in the air. Then, Ianto flashed him the utterly sarcastic beaming smile he used to scare away tourists at the reception area. Jack flopped onto his back and his barking laugh seemed to fill entire the room. Ianto's overstretched, fake smile drew back into a genuine curling of the lips.

Jack sat up on his elbows, grinning again. He leaned over and pressed a slow kiss to the corner of Ianto's mouth before rolling out of the bed with far more grace than anyone should have after just waking up. Though really, Ianto had no idea how long Jack had been watching him.

Feeling strangely daring, Ianto sat up and his eyes followed Jack's arse out the door, through the living room and into the kitchen, where it bent over to rummage around in the refrigerator. Ianto hummed to himself in amusement at Jack's blatant disregard for modesty. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt out of his dresser, put them on and headed toward the kitchen. Intervention would be needed quickly, before Jack completely obliterated his organizational system.

By the time he'd reached the kitchen, Jack had already left the refrigerator and was moving around quickly, opening and closing cabinets.

"If you tell me what you're looking for I might be able to help. Given that this is my flat and such." Ianto quirked an eyebrow at him when he turned around, but Jack seemed unaffected.

"Bread."

"Then might I suggest trying the bread box." Ianto gave Jack another pointed look and, once again, Jack was immune to it. "And what exactly are your plans for the bread?"

"I'm making breakfast. I figured if you are going to make coffee, it's only fair I make breakfast." Jack looked earnest and, as he seemed to know more of the kitchen's layout after his brief search, very much at ease for his first time in Ianto's flat.

In an attempt to balance the atmosphere back into relative normalcy, Ianto walked calmly over to the coffee maker and turned it on. "Fair is only fair if my kitchen survives this, Sir." And to his confusion, Jack only snickered in response.

"Sorry." He didn't sound very sorry at all. "But am I the only who thinks it's a bit kinky that I just screwed you through the mattress and you still call me sir?"

"I was under the impression you had no reservations about 'kinky,' Jack." Despite the slight pause preceding it, the name rolled out of Ianto's mouth easily. And it felt rather nice.

Jack returned his snark with an absolutely wolfish grin. "I don't, just saying."

Ianto pulled a bag of coffee beans out of the cabinet above the coffee maker. He removed the clothespin and carefully unrolled the top. He looked over his shoulder to see Jack popping bread into the toaster. He couldn't help but think how domestic it looked. Ianto turned back to the coffee maker and really smiled, all the way up to his eyes, for the first time in nearly a year.

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