Random Jack (Camping)

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When Ianto suggests they go camping, Jack's not sure how to take it. "Are you sure you want to? Given what happened last time?"

Ianto frowns. It's an adorable expression on him, but Jack knows better than to say that out loud.

"If you remember," Ianto says, adding a drawn brow to the frown, "we didn't get to the camping part."

"I remember tents."

"Putting up tents doesn't mean camping. Much like making a bed isn't the same thing as sleeping." Under his breath, Ianto adds, "Not that you'd know much about making a bed."

Jack swings his feet off his desk and stands up. "To me, bed-making is a spectator sport."

"Clearly."

Jack walks over to his doorway, stepping right into Ianto's personal space and sliding a hand around the dip of Ianto's back. "You, bent over a bed? It's a great view."

Ianto tries to look unimpressed, but Jack spots the amused quirk of Ianto's mouth. Ianto glances to the side, trying to hide his reaction, so Jack takes advantage of the moment. He sneaks a quick kiss to Ianto's mouth, smoothing his hand lower.

Ianto hums against Jack's lips, but holds himself still. He doesn't let his hands wander. And when he pulls back, he asks, "Camping?" as the conversation hadn't been nearly interrupted.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Jack says simply, shrugging with a shoulder.

"Why not?"

"Last time we tried that as a team-bonding exercise, it didn't really work."

True to habit, Ianto rolls his eyes. "If I'd wanted the whole team to go, I would have suggested it in front of them. I wanted to take you camping, Jack."

"Really?" Jack can't hide the confused surprise on his face, not that he even tries. (Ianto frequently sees through him, so there's very little point in hiding his reactions.) "Why?"

"You were the one extolling the virtues of camping to Owen," Ianto says, backing up his argument by shifting his hips against Jack. It's a sneaky move that Jack appreciates.

"Only because it was necessary for the mission. And to make Owen stop complaining." Ianto presses against Jack again, so Jack grins and tightens his hold. "It wasn't out of choice."

Ianto kisses him lightly, slowly, a teasing promise of a kiss. "Come camping with me."

"Give me a good reason."

"Because it's fun. It's an adventure."

Ianto kisses him again, and Jack already knows he's lost this argument. But it's always best to go down fighting, so he puts on his best impassive, unconvinced face and says, "Go on."

"It'll be an escape, just you and me in the middle of nowhere. We'll take the weekend off, drive for a few hours and put up a tent."

"Not very appealing," Jack lies.

"You, me, and a shared sleeping bag. Be a miracle if you didn't see the appeal."

"Hmmm." Jack aims for serious, but half a grin still escapes. "I'd have to try it to be sure."

Ianto laughs softly and curls his hands around Jack's biceps. "Just to be sure."

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