“Wh-what did you just say?”
Now that it had been said, with Ianto staring at him with wide, unbelieving blue eyes, Jack wasn’t about to take it back. “You’re adorable.”
“I… I am not! I’m… I’m masculine.” Ianto floundered, pulling away from Jacks embrace.
“Yes, but you are also so cute. Especially with your hair like that,” Jack said fondly, glancing at the disheveled state of Ianto’s hair that he was responsible for.
“Puppies are cute. Kids are cute. I am not cute. I’m-“ Ianto was left searching for an adjective that worked without making him sound vain. He was coming up blank.
“Hot. Handsome. Gorgeous. And adorable. It’s a compliment,” the Captain tried to amend, pulling the younger man back into his arms.
“I am not cute.” Ianto reiterated, glaring at his lover.
In response Jack kissed his nose, giggling (in a very manly way) at the way Ianto's nose scrunched involuntary in response. “So cute.”
“Bastard.” Ianto hissed.
“Cute!” Jack responded, kissing the younger man before he could protest any further.
Authors Note: I feel like mentioning this to anyone who will actually understand the giggle fit I had: I've been invited to run on a cross country team, and their home course is Harkness Memorial State Park. This may be a serious deciding factor in my college choices. XD