Also, I love how often Jack says "I love you" and Ianto doesn't say it back. There are two ways one could write Jack - as someone who really has trouble with that word, and as someone who really doesn't - and I kind of think he doesn't. I mean, really - Jack falls in love all the time. Love doesn't always have to be LOVE, whatever that means. Ianto's the one for whom that word has baggage, I think.
I love the greasy, squelchy, giggly, hairy messiness of this. Ianto with his nasty sheets. Jack checking between his ass cheeks. Yep, bodies are kinda gross and fun.
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Also, I love how often Jack says "I love you" and Ianto doesn't say it back. There are two ways one could write Jack - as someone who really has trouble with that word, and as someone who really doesn't - and I kind of think he doesn't. I mean, really - Jack falls in love all the time. Love doesn't always have to be LOVE, whatever that means. Ianto's the one for whom that word has baggage, I think.
I love the greasy, squelchy, giggly, hairy messiness of this. Ianto with his nasty sheets. Jack checking between his ass cheeks. Yep, bodies are kinda gross and fun.