randomgaysian wanted Janto Shenanigans. Sorry it gets a little angsty in the middle.
“I don’t know why you insist on decorating in here,” Ianto said, hanging up some silver garland around Jack’s room, “no one ever sees it.”
“I see it,” Jack said, wrapping his arms around Ianto, “and my wonderful, amazing, partner sees it.” He placed a light kiss on Ianto’s shoulder.
“Your wonderful, amazing partner is currently doing all the work,” Ianto laughed.
“Relax,” Jack said, “we’ve got a whole 12 hours before it’s Christmas.”
“And that’s another thing,” Ianto said, turning around to face Jack, “why do you always wait until Christmas Eve to decorate?”
“Tradition?” Jack shrugged, taking the garland from Ianto and wrapping it around his neck like a boa. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re a massive dork,” Ianto said, giving him a small kiss on the lips, “but I already knew that.” He unwrapped the garland and returned to hanging it up.
“You don’t have to spend Christmas with me, you know,” Jack said, plucking some ornaments from a box and hanging them on the rather pathetic fake tree. “You should go spend it with your sister.”
“She has her own family,” Ianto said, “I know I’m always welcome, but you didn’t want to go, so we’re staying here.”
“I never said I didn’t want to go, but I just think it’ll make me too sad.”
“And if I went without you, you’d be sad that I was gone, so I’m going to stay here so you’re not sad at all.”
“I’m so lucky I found you, Ianto Jones.”
“Does that mean I get to put the star on top of the tree?”
“You did it last year,” Jack argued.
“Alright, fine,” Ianto said, “if you’re going to be childish about it.” He found the star in the box and handed it to Jack.
Jack put the star on the top of the tree and smiled proudly.
“It’s crooked,” Ianto pointed out.
“What do you mean?” Jack said, “it’s perfect. Maybe you’re crooked.”
“I really doubt that,” Ianto said, reaching up to straighten the star.
“You just had to steal my thunder, didn’t you?”
“No one could ever steal your thunder, Jack,” Ianto said, “you know that.”
“But if anyone could, it would be you.”
“If you say so, sir,” Ianto said, “shall I make us some coffee?”
“It’s Christmas,” Jack said, “make it hot chocolate.”
“Done,” Ianto said. It took him a while to track down the packets of cocoa but when he returned with two hot mugs, Jack was sitting on the bed and gestured for Ianto to join him. They sat ande sipped in silence for a little while before Ianto broke it. “Do you even believe in Jesus?” he asked.
“I’m sure he existed,” Jack shrugged, “always wanted to meet him. As for being the son of God, no one can know for certain. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t important or that Christmas hasn’t evolved to be more than a celebration of his birth.”
“What do you mean?” Ianto asked.
“Like spending time with people you love,” Jack said, placing his free hand on Ianto’s leg and giving it a light squeeze.
Ianto leaned over and kissed Jack lightly on the mouth. “I love you too.”
