Every night for three weeks, Jack had done the same thing. In bed with Ianto at 3, out before 5 -- it was all he could risk when it came to Ianto and wanting to be with him. But after the things he had said and the things he had done, Jack knew he didn't have a right to Ianto any longer. He had given up that right when he had mocked Ianto and Lisa -- had destroyed that when he slept with Gwen.
It was one thing to fuck around -- he knew Ianto had no problem with that. But it was another entirely to fuck Gwen. There was a vast difference between an anonymous one night stand and a night with someone so close who had always harboured a torch for Jack. And knowing that he had fucked her in their flat (thank god it wasn't in their bed) -- Jack didn't think he had any right to hold Ianto like that ever again.
Which meant Jack had to do this in the dead of night. What he didn't expect was for Ianto to wake up. Jack suddenly looked like the boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, arms crossed in front of his chest. His head was lifted with an almost defiant tilt, trying to look the part of the cold lover but there was something in his eyes that said otherwise. "I did nothing."