As soon as Ianto had gotten done laughing at Jack for falling out of a tree he'd helped the older man get out of his clothes and into a hot shower. Jack's back had looked like some sort of goth patchwork quilt with his black and blue marks and Ianto had merely rolled his eyes and shoved the older man towards a fluffy towel when Jack had tried to
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And if he looked at all tired and -- ahem -- bruised from his weekend, at least he looked very happy about it.
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"Very, uh, active," Sam said, figuring Jack would have a pretty good idea of what to infer from the word -- not to mention the way he waggled his eyebrows.
Subtlety. Pfft. Who needed it?
"I see you did a little bit of tumbling yourself."
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He rolled his eyes at the comment about the tree and then put on his most pathetic little pout.
"And not the fun way either."
Well? It was true! After Friday morning with Dean, Jack hadn't gotten any all weekend, what with cleaning up the mess in the Lair from the metal eating alien goo and the falling out of the tree.
Pout, POUT I SAY!
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In a manner of speaking, he'd kind of picked up the slack in that regard over the weekend, but that wasn't a nice thing to say to your boss, was it?
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For the rest of them.
What? He'd suffered plenty of embarrassing moments in his time. He couldn't hog them all.
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"Need to work on your stamina do you, Sam?"
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Jack paused and pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"Maybe even twice daily."
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Like Saturday night. Mmm.
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