"Oh, but you are sort of horrid," Jack tease with a grin, snickering lightly as he held glanced over his shoulder at John. Even sulking, the man had a fine form. He was older now, and it showed. Jack stayed young, but John Hart had more lines on his face each time he saw him.

He really needed to get Ianto a pair of those boots...

John use to wear them around, and just those and the coat, for days straight and drive Jack to some hard core fucking. Ah, the days of being mortal.