Disclaimer: Is there any point? We all know I'm not the BBC, or do you think I'd be writting this?
A/N: I realise they are over but I HATE EXAMS! I have developed serious writer's block since they finished, so I'm blaming them! This is currently the best I can do until I can convince my stupid brain to start working again. Deep breath Sorry about the rant.
Anyway, just a nice bit off Janto fluff to pass the day, and provide the warm-fuzzies I've been missing.
Jack was sitting at the table in Ianto's small kitchen munching contentedly on a piece of toast when he heard the now familiar thump from the bedroom. Unlike most people Ianto did not seem to be able to sit up and get out of bed. His skill in the morning didn't seem to get more advanced than a sort of lazy roll out of bed. This normally ended with a loud bang and a few choice welsh swear words as Ianto's head made contact with the floor rather than his feet.
Jack had been seriously worried the first time he had witnessed this, thinking the young man must be ill to be acting so out of character, and had tried desperately to ease him back into bed with a hot water bottle or something.
However he'd realised quickly that even though Ianto Jones always looked pristine when he came into work the Welshman had another side to his character. Ianto possessed a complete lack of elegance and co-ordination first thing in the morning. As most other people were never allowed to see this side of Ianto, Jack came to adore watching Ianto stumble into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"You are beautiful in the mornings Yan," Jack mumbled through a mouthful of toast.
"Thanks," groaned Ianto in reply.
"Go and have a shower. Wake yourself up"
"O...kay" mumbled Ianto over a loud yawn.
As the Welshman stumbled back out of the kitchen Jack grinned at the routine they had developed. In the mornings it was his turn to look after Ianto.
He padded over to the fridge and plucked out a couple of eggs and a carton of milk. He began to whisk them together adding various herbs from the spice rack. He briefly considered making them both a cup of coffee, but then remembered that in a few minutes normal Ianto would arrive in the kitchen and shoot Jack as punishment for the destruction of his coffee maker. Since he didn't fancy dying so early in the morning, and in his boyfriend's kitchen he left the coffee machine alone and returned to the cooking.
On cue fifteen minutes later a fully awake and immaculate Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's waist. His perfect suit made Jack's 'Blue Shirt and Boxers' outfit look ridiculous, although neither man cared.
"Yan, can you make a coffee, I didn't want to risk blowing up your kitchen"
Ianto smirked and prepared two lattes. As Jack finished his masterpiece of culinary skill and served them both a couple of slices of French toast Ianto swirled the hot milk carefully as he poured it into Jack's glass. With a final sweep of the milk jug he grinned and presented Jack with his coffee.
Jack paused as he realised what was in front of him. Ianto had somehow managed to pour the milk so that a bright white heart shape beamed out from the glass.
Jack smiled at the man sitting across from him carefully slicing at his breakfast. Ianto looked up momentarily from his food to smile back at Jack and hold his gaze.
"Love you too Yan"
Both smiles turned to grins as the men leaned towards each other across the table, and Ianto realised he and Jack were going to be a bit late for work.
A/N: On this occasion concrit is really, really wanted and will be greatly appreciated. Also the reviews give me and you warm-fuzzies. Thanks.