Jack stood leaning on the railing, watching Ianto painstakingly digging small weeds out of crevices in the concrete floor and walls.
“You could lend a hand, you know, instead of just standing there watching,” Ianto commented dryly, not even bothering to look up from his task.
“But I far prefer the view I’m getting from here,” Jack told him innocently.
“That’s what I thought. You’re staring at my arse again, aren’t you?”
“It’s well worth staring at,” Jack replied with a leer. “Although I can think of better things to do with it than just stare.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
Ianto listened with amusement and a healthy dose of lust as Jack detailed all the things he’d like to be doing with Ianto’s arse.
“As much fun as that sounds, and believe me it really does sound like fun, I need to get this weeding finished before we get taken over by rampant vegetation.”
“Which begs the question, why don’t you just use weed-killer and be done with it?”
“Oh, let’s see now: Nosy, Myfanwy, Velvet… Need I explain further?”
“Ah. I see your point.”
“Yep. This is the safest way if we don’t want to risk poisoning our pets.”