Ianto and Gwensi
::as requested by morganmuffle::

Ianto doesn’t like to say that he’s been in love with Captain Jack Harkness for years. It makes him sound a bit desperate, like. As if his existence is defined by Jack’s. And that’s not the case at all. Sometimes he’ll say that he’s fancied him for years, or that he’s lusted after him for years (and God knows that one’s true enough).

And Jack’s given him the eye enough times, made enough suggestions, touched him often enough. Ianto would give pretty much anything to fall into bed with his boss, shag his brains out, and make him breakfast in the morning.

“Ianto, you don’t have to help me with these.”

“I don’t mind, Gran.”

“Oh, you’re a good boy. Look, here’s me with my friends – Beth and Daisy. You remember your Auntie Beth, don’t you?”

“I do, yes.”

“And look, here’s your grandfather. He died soon after your mother was born; we weren’t together long.” Nor were they married, Ianto had known. He glances at the photograph, and freezes.

Ianto would give pretty much anything to fall into bed with his boss and shag his brains out, but not when his boss is also his grandfather.