Just over the side of John's head, Jack could see Ianto watching them. He let him. Parting his lips, Jack pressed his tongue into John's mouth and tugged him towards the fireplace. Who needed a bed when they could start off somewhere like this and move when the idea took them?

Besides, John in his leather boots and his coat would look lovely on the fake white tiger rug. So down the hall they tripped, passed the bedroom and towards the anteroom.

The fireplance was already going, the light beautiful and bewitching as he went for John's fly.