Jack stuck his head out of his office again, and barked out,
“Ianto! My office! Now!”
Smirking to himself, Ianto obeyed his Captain’s order immediately. He’d been waiting for this all afternoon. As he passed them, he noted with amusement that the rest of the team were quickly gathering their belongings and heading for the exit.
“Something I can do for you, Sir?” he asked, closing Jack’s office door behind him.
Jack looked pathetically at Ianto, waving a Christmas tree branch.
“No matter what I do, I can’t make all the pieces fit together! Help?”
“You only had to ask.”
Ianto removed his Jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves before getting down to business, which naturally involved plenty of bending over with his back to Jack. He could practically feel Jack’s eyes glued to his arse, following every movement.
Ten minutes later, the artificial tree was properly assembled, ready for decorating. He turned to Jack, smiling politely.
“There you go, Sir. Anything else I can help you with?”
He barely managed to finish the question before finding himself pressed against the nearest wall by a hot, sweaty and very eager Jack.
“I have a few ideas,” Jack replied huskily.
Ianto’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Oh yes, this was definitely worth waiting for!
A frustrated Jack was a force to be reckoned with, but Ianto gave as good as he got, stripping his captain even as his own clothes seemed to magically disappear. He spared a moment to hope they wouldn’t demolish the tree in their eagerness, then gave himself up to enjoying some very energetic stress relief.
When he was finally capable of coherent thought again, Ianto found himself on the floor underneath Jack. Seemed they’d missed the couch again.
“I should get you frustrated more often.”