TW: Janto: Tidying Up

Ianto Jones liked to tidy up. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that, he just liked things to be neat and tidy so that if, in a crisis, someone (probably Jack) shouted:

"Oh my god where the hell is my 'insert item here,'" Ianto could pop up with a quick "Here it is, sir." That way the crisis could be quickly and easily resolved without making too much of a mess.

Jack didn't seem to understand this. To him, there was order in chaos, when Ianto knew full well that there wasn't. His tendency to leave pizza boxes lying unchecked around the Hub drove Ianto insane, especially when he was the one, on a routine tidy-up, that discovered a half-eaten Meat Feast festering beneath last week's case files.

Now Tosh, she understood, she was on Ianto's wavelength about organisation. Her desk was impeccably clean, with her files labelled according to contents, importance and date. Her computer systems worked so well, Ianto reckoned, because she was so organised and she knew where every little piece of software was kept.

It wasn't worth the effort, trying to explain to the team how important cleanliness and order were, when they were all fixated on saving the world, one alien at a time. Not only that, but to them Ianto was little more than a teaboy, not qualified enough to have got in out of merit- but recruited purely because he looked good in a suit. Sometimes Ianto wished he'd never met Jack Harkness. But whenever he found himself wishing this, he berated himself. Torchwood was wonderful, no matter how frustrating it was, and he got to be a part of it.

Beside him, someone stirred.

"You thinking again Ianto?" The sleepy American cut through Ianto's thoughts and tugged him back into bed. A warm arm curled itself around Ianto's half-naked body and pulled him closer. The man behind him tucked his head into Ianto's shoulder and gave it a light kiss. Feeling sleep drawing him in, Ianto allowed himself to relax and fold deeper into his lover's body. He was just about to drop off, when he saw something that jerked him wide awake.

Jack's underpants were lying on the floor.

They were lying there, unfolded.