Slashthedrabble Challenge 436 - A losing battle

[m_findlow]

Title: A losing battle
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 436 - Hibernate at slashthedrabble
Summary: Some battles can never be won

Getting Jack into bed was never a problem, or at least the idea that they would end up in bed, eventually. The problem had always been keeping him there.

Jack was fidgety at the best of times. He didn't sleep much, functioning on just a few hours rest, which was why so often he was crawling out of bed at some ungodly hour, padding up the ladder to his office above to work on something, potter around the hub, or to take to the streets, letting his feet wander, standing stop the city skyline, surveying all that he was charged with protecting.

What he sometimes forgot was that Ianto enjoyed his company, even if he couldn't sleep. Now he'd gotten so used to Jack's nightly wanderings that he barely even woke when Jack got up, and sometimes even relished the newfound space that Jack's absence afforded in his narrow cot.

That problem had largely stopped when they'd taken up permanent residence in Ianto's flat. Gone were the days of bedtime gymnastics, in which it took a degree in engineering and physics to figure out how both of them were to fit, let alone comfortably. Now it was the luxurious king size bed that put all of those cares behind them.

No, the problem now was getting Jack back out of bed, and not for reasons that would have kept Ianto happily there with him.

With the advent of the large bed and its thick, warm duvet, the issue was trying to coax Jack out from under its covers. Some mornings were a real battle, but winter was the worst. Jack had become like a bear, or perhaps a sloth, intent on settling in and hibernating for the winter. And he was a grumpy bear at that.

'Come on, Jack,' Ianto pleaded, tugging at the covers which Jack held firmly in his grip. 'It's freezing out here, and I want to get into the shower before I lose a few digits.'

'If it's so freezing out, why would I?'

He had a point, albeit loose and ilformed.

'You can't stay here all day. We've got work to do.'

'I'm the boss. I can do what I like.'

'When you step into Torchwood, you might be the boss, but under this roof, I wear the pants.'

'Yet another thing I have issue with,' Jack mumbled from under the duvet.

'Jack, come on!' Ianto said, giving the covers another sharp tug, this time receiving a shape tug in return that made him lose his balance, toppling forward into the bed. The monster from within siezed upon him, ensnaring him, rolling them both up in a knot of blankets until Ianto was thoroughly wrapped up, unable to move.

'Now see, isn't this much better?' Jack asked.

Ianto pressed his face against Jack's. 'Time was I couldn't get you to stay in bed.'

'What can I say? I'm a fickle fifty-first century kinda guy.'

Well, maybe they could stay here, Ianto thought. Just for today.