August 19th, 2010

Cold Coffe Chapter Six

Author junoharkness
Beta: a_silver_story
Rating: NC-17 overall. Don't know how bad this story's going to get
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Ianto wakes up after COE
Disclaimer:If I owned Torchwood, Ianto would of never died, instead Gwen would have taken his place when facing 456. However I don't  RTD owns it.
Thanks to a_silver_story for being Beta. Turned out way better than planned

Ianto woke up, sighing quietly as he realised John had an arm draped over him. Carefully, Ianto removed the arm, climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, figuring that John probably wouldn't mind him wandering around in only them. Besides, it was much better than using the bright pink robe John had given him – anything would probablly have been better after finding out the robe originally belonged to Jack.

Glad he was young and didn't have to suffer the effects of hangovers like most over people in the world, Ianto counted his blessings. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way downstairs to make some breakfast for the two of them, deciding that it would be the least he could do. He looked through the fridge and pulled out what looked like eggs and bacon, and began brewing up some coffee. The bacon and eggs were cooked and ready fifteen minutes later, and just as John came down the stairs he was laying the table.

John was completely naked, and smiling hungrily at all the food.

“Well, Eye-Candy, everything looks delicious,” he grinned, sitting down and digging into the eggs. “Thanks.”

Ianto rolled his eyes and sat opposite John. “Aren't you going to put any clothes on?”

“It's not like you haven't seen this before,” John pointed out. “Besides, my house: my rules,” he added with a smirk and a victory sip of coffee.

Remembering he was supposed to be grateful, Ianto didn't reply and took a bite of his eggs. “These taste different,” he frowned. “What are they?” he asked, looking down at his plate and back up at John.

“Are you sure you want to know?” John said, doubtfully.

Ianto nodded, taking another bite.

“Fine,” shrugged John. “They're penguin eggs.” He failed to hide his amusement at Ianto's reaction.

He spat his eggs out over the table. “What?” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Penguin eggs – you know, those little black and white birds who can't fly and live by the South Pole?”

Ianto pushes his plate away from him looking at the eggs in disgust "Next time tell me  when im eating something like that"

John shrugs a bit  "It's not that bad. plus you seemed to be enjoying them before i told you."

"Still they were penguins" ianto says putting his dishes away

John finishes eating his breakfast "I have nothing planned for today. we could always go back upstairs"  he smirks suggestively

Ianto rolls his eyes and takes johns dishes to clean the table off "I was drunk, and didn't know what I was doing"

"So that doesn't mean anything. Sex doesn't mean anything at all Ianto. Especially when it comes to Jack harkness...."