The telephone was truly a wonderful invention. Had it not been for the ease of communications, Jack knew Ianto would have been miserable. Not to mention how he would have felt as well. It was still strange to be in a relationship with one person. Yes, Jack still flirted with everything that moved. He always would and that was one part of his brain he could never turn off -- but at the end of the day, it was Ianto he came home to.
Even at the end of the world, at the end of a year that never was, he still came home to one man. And seeing him standing there, coffee in hand? It felt as if no time had passed, no matter how his body claimed otherwise.
"It's an easy order, though," Jack said with a chuckle. "Though I may have to double check the strength to see if that's just right."
Jack, however, had no intention of testing anything coffee related. Not when Ianto was crossing the room. He never stopped to remove his coat, just wrapped his arms around the form he knew so well. Jack sealed his lips over Ianto's, holding his lover close until the need to breathe won over all else. "That's what I call a welcome home present," Jack murmured, resting his forehead against Ianto's.