Fffc Bingo Card - Not enough to go around

[m_findlow]

Title: Not enough to go around 
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: none 
Author notes: Written for Bingo Card Prompt 31 - Blanket at fffc
Summary: Jack and Ianto are a bit short in the bedding department. 

Ianto woke to a pain that was emanating from his elbow. It was the kind of pain that made him think twice about what he might have done to earn it. Torchwood was so often fraught with the kinds of dangerous activities that resulted in injury, and not all of them immediately apparent. Aches and bruises were commonplace long after any such altercation. 

Try as he might though, he couldn't think of a single reason why he might suddenly have an ache in the joint excepting the fact that his whole arm was cold. He rubbed it, trying to eke some warmth into it and realising that was the answer. It ached because it had been uncovered for hours. The hub was not known for being warm at any time of the year, even during freakishly hot summer days. In winter however it was beyond cold. It was just too big and too spacious and lofty to hope of trapping any kind of heat inside it. Not without exhausting the national power grid and bringing forward global warming a few decades. People might mock his three piece suit and tie, but it had the added benefit of being three layers of clothing to shield him from the draughty hub -four if he added a t-shirt underneath, and five if he wore his coat over the top. There was no such thing as too many layers. 

Layers seemed to be his current problem, in that he didn't have any. He and Jack had fallen asleep in Jack's cot after some rigorous conjugal activities and he hadn't bothered to re-dress himself in even a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. His arm was poking out of the cot totally unprotected from the chill in the air, explaining why it was so painful right now. 

He attempted to grab the blanket and tug it back over himself, but it wouldn't budge. Jack must have been sleeping on top of the other edge and no amount of pulling was going to make it stretch far enough to cover the half of him that was currently hanging out in the breeze. Just being awake and conscious enough to notice it now made him shiver all over. He tugged a little harder but all that managed to do was wake up Jack. 

‘What are you doing?’ came the muffled sound of Jack's voice, trying hard not to drag itself into full wakefulness. 

‘I'm trying to reclaim a bit of blanket,’ Ianto said. ‘Half of me is freezing, but you seem to be hogging all of it.’ 

‘I'm not,’ Jack argued. ‘I've got just enough to cover me.’ 

‘And therein lies the problem. Enough for you and not me. It's bloody draughty on this side of the bed.’ 

‘You were the one who didn't want the spot against the wall,’ Jack argued. ‘You said you'd feel squished and that the wall is really cold.’ 

‘The wall is really cold,’ Ianto agreed. 

‘And that's why I've got the blanket tucked around me so I don't have my back pressed up against the bare concrete.’ 

‘Well, fat lot of good that does me. There's clearly not enough blanket for two of us.’ 

He didn't know why that statement should come as a surprise. Technically speaking there wasn't even room enough in the bed for the two of them but they made it work, if only just, and if only because they were two people who didn't mind being impossibly close and sleeping on top of one another. 

He began shifting and disentangling himself from Jack when Jack grabbed at him. It was an automatic response in a lot of ways. Too often he'd toppled all the way out of the bed on account of the lack of space for two. Jack had become innately good at wrapping himself around Ianto to prevent further tumbles and had assumed Ianto was about to go again.

‘Let go,’ Ianto said, trying to extract himself. 

‘Why?’ 

‘I'm going to see if I can find a bigger blanket from Owen's medical suites. There must be several in the cupboard.’ 

‘And where do you think I got this one from? They're all this size.’ 

Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘Well, that's just great. Still, a second one couldn't hurt. One for you and one for me.’ 

‘How would we snuggle together if there's blankets between us?’ 

Ianto hated to break it to Jack that being warm and asleep was fast moving its way up past snuggling on his list of priorities. He tried to leave again but Jack held firm. ‘Jack…’ 

‘Stay,’ Jack pleaded. ‘You can sleep on top of me. That way there'll be less of us for the blanket to cover.’ 

‘I don't think you really want a hundred and eighty pounds of me lying on top of you all night. At least let me put some clothes on.’ 

‘I'll keep you warm,’ Jack promised. He wouldn't let go so Ianto conceded defeat, turning over and lying back down so that he was half on top of Jack, with Jack's arms wrapping firmly around him throwing as much blanket as he could over the pair of them. ‘How's that?’ 

Jack's skin was warm and eased some of the chill but it was still tricky to tuck both ends of the blanket around their bodies, trapping in that warmth. ‘It'll do for now,’ Ianto muttered. ‘I'm going to need to bring my fluffy dressing gown if I'm going to sleep over here on a regular basis.’ 

‘I promise tomorrow I'll buy us a queen-size blanket so there's plenty to go around and you won't have to wear anything underneath it. Just you and me and lots of snuggling.’ 

He felt like mentioning that Jack ought to consider a queen-sized bed to go along with it, but how he'd ever get it down here was probably a problem for another day. At least he appreciated Jack not mocking him about owning a fluffy dressing gown.