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It is raining outside the base, in the deceptive manner of English Spring that means what might look like a light shower has left Jack decidedly wet as he swings into the Hub, alarms blaring behind him. It's late in the evening, but his latest Weevil chase had gone on for longer than he had thought it would.

They're getting cunning. He's perversely pleased.

He throws his coat across the couch as he passes, scrubbing a hand through his wet hair and heading for his office. He has no real reason to expect anyone else to be here this late.

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Jack steps in, just a little more serious.

"Don't think I don't mean that literally. I don't like my people getting hurt."

Except, you know, when they fight.

"I know you don't," Ianto says, and adds, with an odd sort of nostalgia, "I don't remember much after Breton Becons but I remember how you were."

Jack's gaze slips sideways.

"I was rather hoping you wouldn't. I think I got a little out of control there."

He also feels that trees sort of grow out of the earth.

"Guns blazing," Ianto says quietly. "Yes. But I'm thinking more of afterwards. When you brought me home."

He smiles faintly, just one corner of his mouth turning up.

"You're not the only one that's allowed to worry."

Dry as dry can be, "I have never been under that impression."

"Very good," Jack tells him loftily.

"It's only right to share."

Ianto smiles one of his very understated smiles. "Do we need to get you into dry clothes?" he says as if just remembering that Jack is soaked.

Which . . . may be true.

Distracted? What?

Reminded, Jack looks down, and grins.

"Ah... yeah, good idea," he says. "Maybe out of the wet ones first, though."

Feel free to watch, Ianto.

"Putting dry clothes over wet ones would defeat the purpose of the entire endeavor," Ianto says.

He feels entirely free to watch, too. As evidenced by his not moving.

Jack grins even wider, shaking water droplets from his hair and taking a strategic step back. Oh, look. Room to move and a better view for Ianto.

He strips... efficiently, but not exactly in a hurry, with an air and deliberation of movement that suggests he's done this many a time before and knows what looks good on him, and not just awkward.

It takes talent to take socks off without missing a beat like that.

Ianto folds the towel.

"Should I applaud or just slip some bills into your pants?"

"Just honest appreciation is all the thanks I need," Jack says happily, kicking his trousers upwards and catching them over one arm.

"Unless you want to give me a show in return, but you don't even have the excuse of being wet."

If he needs one, that is.

Ianto applauds politely, amused.

"I could, but then what? You'll be in your dry clothes and I'll be naked and cold."

"Ianto, I'd never let you be cold."

He smiles, apparently aiming for innocent, but landing somewhere around inviting.

"Naked, you might just have to live with."

Ianto allows himself to entertain the notion for a moment.

"And you'd use body heat, of course. It's the most effective method."

"Mm-hmm."

A very tiny part of Jack's brain is pointing out that Ianto is an employee, several hundred years younger than him, recently breaved and even more recently traumatised. Unfortunately, the rest of him is Jack Harkness mid-flirt and it would take considerably more than a little twinge of conscience to dam that particular river.

"Scientifically proven. Far smaller chance of burning than applying direct heat, and really quite efficient."

"Yes, sir, I'd rather not be burned," Ianto says. "No matter how good your intentions were."

He adds in a slightly more serious tone, "Are you cold?"

[ooc: Aaaand I have to leave in a few minutes to get the car fixed.]

Jack's eyes flicker quickly but thoroughly over Ianto.

"Yes," he decides, very serious. "Terribly."

[OOC No problem - I'll probably be gone when you get back, though. Night!]

Ianto smiles indulgently and holds out his arms.

"Body heat."

Smile spreading slowly, Jack steps closer, arms reaching out to catch Ianto around the waist.

"Whatever you say," he says softly, hands curving around appreciatively.

Ianto is neither stiff nor tense, and he holds Jack naturally as if this has happened a thousand times before.

It feels good. Warm.

Jack steps just a little closer, until he can feel the heat from the whole length of Ianto's body against his, and leans his head against the boy's neck.

"Whataver happens," he says softly, "Ever - you tell me if I ask for too much, all right? Don't you be afraid to tell me to stop. Ever."

Then he tilts his head down and under, and kisses Ianto firmly and skilfully on the mouth.

There is a moment--less than that--of hesitation.

"Never too much," is all he says, and then Ianto is kissing him back.

That's... That's surprising, but entirely welcome. Jack does not hesitate at all, just draws Ianto closer and nips gently at his lower lip.

You go with your opportunities. Especially when mostly undressed.