Diclaimer: Don't own TW and such.
Summary: Drabble, Ianto, Jack and smoking.
"I hate it when you smoke." Jack said, his face showing his distaste.
Ianto sent a glare his way, flicked the cigarette he was smoking onto the ground, stomped it and promptly took out another one. "I don't care."
"I could put you on suspension until you quit. It's a risk as an active field agent. Cuts down on your lung capacity, I'm sure I could get Martha to supply me more reasons." Ianto turned to Jack and gave him a disbelieving look.
"Even if you did I have enough savings to last a few months, even a year if I'm careful." Ianto to a drag and blew it in Jack's direction. "Furthermore, you've given me access to your bank account." Jack glowered. After more than 100 years and knowledge on what would become popular or successful it wasn't hard to accumulate a good nest egg, or several.
"I could cut you off sex." Ianto started coughing as he choked on both the smoke and his laughter. Jack reluctantly patted his lover's back to help him breathe.
"You'd give in quicker than I would." Ianto laughed when he regained his breath.
"Can you give up smoking for my birthday?" Jack tried to bargain.
"I don't even know when that is. You have about six on file and technically you still haven't been born." Ianto countered.
"It should fall on September 13, this year." Jack replied. Ianto looked on him in surprise.
"It really means that much to you?" He asked.
"Yep." Jack replied. Ianto looked at him and said.
"I'll think about it." Jack smiled then scowled when Ianto finished his cigarette.
However,when September 13 came around Jack was treated to dinner, the theatre, and a surly Ianto Jones declaring he'd been smoke free for about three months. Jack kissed the younger man, loving not tasting ash, and shagged the hell out of him when they got back to their flat.