It wasn't that Jack didn't appreciate Ianto's system of keeping things 'neat and tidy'. It was that Jack had other things to focus on. And, generally, the notion of putting things back where they came from tended to fall by the wayside. Jack liked his piles of organised clutter and his ability to reach into said pile and withdraw exactly what he needed.
Jack reached to the table beside himself, grabbing the remote and turning on the CD player. Marvellous invention, the compact disc. A way to instantly play music without having to get up from where you were sitting.
"I? Speak of myself in such away?" Jack asked, amusement dancing in his light eyes. "Surely you jest. I am as humble as the next man and Captain is spelled with the lower case and not the upper case." Ah the banter. Ianto was one of the few people who could ever keep up with him and the repartee. "Lose the place in your book?" Jack asked as said book was plucked from his hands. "Even I'm not crazy enough to attempt that."
Smiling as Ianto settled in his lap, he drew his lover in closer, breathing in his scent. Jack may have had the 51st century pheromones, but it was nothing on how Ianto smelled to him. "I should hope I rank slightly higher than cleaning duty," Jack replied, trailing a line of kisses along his jaw, landing at his lips. His hand settled on Ianto's hip, holding him securely in place. "Lower, and I think we may have to have a discussion about priorities."
Well, may as well.
"Damnit. I left something in my coat." Jack gave Ianto a soft smile, nudging him. "It's in the left hand pocket."