"Of course you'd do a thing like that. You just did a thing like that." Once Jack's shirts were off (honestly, the man wore too many layers), Ianto lay long fingers on his shoulders and began to knead at the muscles there. Magic fingers for weary shoulders, since Jack had been doing physical labor all day.
"Cleaning up by your lonesome would have been faster. Not as much fun, but faster." For all that he groused, though, Ianto was smiling, amused at this entire turn of events. His massage only paused long enough for Jack to strip off his shirt and drop it out of the way.