Jack frowned at the wall in front of him. Their new flat was finally finished, but this wall, like all the others, was still bare plaster. Before Ianto had left to fetch the last few things they needed for decorating the place, he’d spread dustsheets across the floors and left Jack to get started on the painting.
He had all the tools he needed, but what he didn’t have were overalls. Ianto would kill him if he got paint on his clothes.
There was only one thing to do. Stripping himself as bare as the walls, he set to work.
TBC in ‘All’s Bare’