Red. Without a doubt, it was Jack’s favourite colour on Ianto.
He looked gorgeous no matter what he wore; whether in jeans or a suit he was always immaculately turned out. But red was definitely his colour. Whenever he wore one of his red shirts Ianto looked so stunning Jack could hardly take his eyes off him.
But however good he looked in his clothes, there was no doubt in Jack’s mind that Ianto Jones looked best like this: naked, sweaty and sated, sprawled bonelessly across the deep red sheets of their bed in the afterglow of their lovemaking.