Title: Overtime
By: Fiara Fantasy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Ianto's working late at the hub yet again when he finds something he didn't expect, and discovers there are some distinct advantages to working overtime.

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Ianto was still the hub three hours after the others had left. He was really beginning to think he should ask Jack about overtime pay, when he walked past the couch and stopped to stare.

Jack was one of those people you could never picture being still. Even in grief he had to pace, nothing made the motion stop, so it was a shock to find him curled on his side on the hub's couch. His braces were around his hips and the greatcoat had been left over a chair. His arms were curled tightly into his chest, hands in front of his mouth. Like a child's. He breathed silently; even the pterodactyl was still.

Ianto moved forward without really deciding to and stopped just a foot away from the couch. Jack shifted, rubbing his cheek against the worn dark fabric and muttering in a language Ianto had never heard before. He reached out a hand and brushed it over Jack's shoulder. Jack stiffened for a moment, then sighed, relaxing a little out of his tightly curled position.

Ianto trailed his fingers in a light caress over Jack's neck, moving them slowly and gently over the other man's features. He figured this would be the only chance he'd get Jack still. Even broad-shouldered, muscular, and tall, Jack looked fragile when he slept. The constant worried expressions or meaningless flirty smiles were gone, leaving smooth, pale skin behind. His fingers slid over Jack's hair. Where there wasn't gel it was angel soft.

He paused absentmindedly and almost gasped out loud when he felt Jack nuzzle into his hand. A quick glance revealed the man was still sleeping, but one arm was suddenly clumsily flung up to grasp at Ianto, trapping him where he was.

Ianto stayed frozen for a few moments, hoping he could figure a way out of this, but Jack's arm was a warm weight over his and he didn't want to wake him. He shifted back a little to get comfortable until Jack woke, but Jack made a small sound almost like a whimper and clung to the arm he had stolen to cuddle with. Ianto froze again, at a loss. His legs were going to sleep and Jack wouldn't let him move. Unless…

On a whim, Ianto leaned forward until he could move to lie next to Jack on the couch. Jack shifted back to accommodate this, them a pair of warm arms went around Ianto's shoulders and held tight. Ianto grinned to himself, because there was no one to see, and managed to get off his tie and shoes before willingly curling into Jack, who was now stretched out to his full height against him.

Ianto let his eyes shut. Maybe he didn't need to get paid for staying late after all.

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