Ianto watched with hungry eyes as Jack started to undress. No matter how many times he would see the other naked, it caused the same reaction every time. And the bastard bloody well knew it, damn him. His own erection was straining against his trousers, but the Welshman refused to give in. Not this time.
"Well, as long as you're comfortable." The man shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though he was sure that Jack would be able to sense his arousal with those damn vampire senses. He was like a bloodhound. A horny bloodhound at that.
Reaching over to the coffee table, Ianto picked up his journal before getting comfortable. Instead of it being the electronic one Jack had given him in a show of trust those years ago, this was an actual leather bound book one would actually write in. While he still used the small tablet looking object, Ianto always preferred actually writing down his thoughts. It was calming. Opening up to a fresh page, the man looked down at it, chewing on the pen in his hand as he thought about what to write while trying to ignore his practically naked lover.