Spike had begun to shift, to protest that he was quite capable of removing his own clothes, thank you very much, but there was something about Ianto's quiet firmness that had him just leaning back to let Jack at his shirt. Wasn't going to be a quick business, due to the two shirts, and the boots, which took a bit to unlace.
He couldn't help eyeing the blood that had dried on Jack's torso and thighs, though, as Jack worked. He could have licked it all off if he'd thought about it in time.