Red
“Red really is your color, Yan.” Jack grinned at his companion. They were alone in Jack’s office. Shirts long ago abandoned, Ianto sat on the desk chair in his shorts and a Santa hat.
“Thank you Jack.” Standing up, Ianto removed the hat and made his way to Jack by the door.
“And Merry Christmas,” he whispered into Jack’s ear.
Jack’s hands found Ianto’s arse and pulled him closer. Lips found lips and tongues started a dance for dominance as the two men sought refuge, strength and love from the other.
“Merry Christmas, Ianto.” Jack whispers when the kiss ends.
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