You’re the only man in existence that can make mutton chops look sexy.
[Leaning over to kiss Jack’s neck, Ianto finally manages to blink away the crimson haze over his vision and lingers there, kissing his jaw, his temple, leaving his nose pressed to Jack’s hair for a moment.
Jack, warm and alive. Smiling and teasing. Singing. Their child safe inside him, probably kicking him in the large intestines.
He needs the reminder, because he knows most of the history of Elisabeth—and those of her unfortunate children.]
Watching some homoerotic numbers with Death and an adult child should be fine, but…if the early lives of her children are accurately portrayed, we’ll have to skip more than a few numbers if we don’t want our boyfriend to throw his knife into the telly.
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[Leaning over to kiss Jack’s neck, Ianto finally manages to blink away the crimson haze over his vision and lingers there, kissing his jaw, his temple, leaving his nose pressed to Jack’s hair for a moment.
Jack, warm and alive. Smiling and teasing. Singing. Their child safe inside him, probably kicking him in the large intestines.
He needs the reminder, because he knows most of the history of Elisabeth—and those of her unfortunate children.]
Watching some homoerotic numbers with Death and an adult child should be fine, but…if the early lives of her children are accurately portrayed, we’ll have to skip more than a few numbers if we don’t want our boyfriend to throw his knife into the telly.