“Last time I ask you for a favor,” grumbled Jack, rolling out from underneath Ianto’s car. The Captain was covered in grease and engine fluids; he’d have to throw these clothes away. Looking down at himself a smile quirked on his face. “Not the worst I’ve ben covered in, there was this one time…”
“You asked me for a favor, I proposed a trade,” Ianto interrupted him. He was dressed in his weekend clothes, but still managed to look impeccable in jeans and shirt.
“Well she’ll purr like a kitten now,” Jack climbed to his feet.
Ianto’s eyes narrowed. “You might want to hose off.”
Jack took a step closer. Ianto had been lounging agianst the wall, now he started to edge to the side. Jack was quicker, catching a wrist and pulling him in for a kiss. The younger man couldn’t help but melt into his arms. Reaching up, Jack dragged a greasy hand down Ianto’s cheek .
The welshman made a strangled noise and pulled away. “Shower. Or I’ll turn the hose on you myself. Sir.”
Chuckling, Jack started stripping right then and there. “You’re a bit dirty,” he said, “why not join me?”
“I highly doubt there is anyone dirtier than you.”