Sprawled on Jack’s tiny bunk, they’re both naked, sweaty, panting, and thoroughly sated; it’s a good feeling. Ianto raises the hand still clutching the stopwatch and studies it bemusedly. He’d been half-joking about its many uses, but it seems he was right. The last few hours have proved quite a revelation, not to mention an education; Jack is quite astonishingly inventive, some might even say avant-garde.
“You okay?” Jack’s voice breaks into Ianto’s thoughts as fingers stoke his thigh.
“Oh yeah!” Ianto flashes a smile in the dimness. “Never better! I have a whole new respect for the humble stopwatch!”