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A soaked Jack struggled with wet hands to let himself into Ianto's flat and then locked-up again behind himself. He stripped off his dripping RAF coat and hung it up on the hall tree. Struggling with getting his work boots off, he finally managed to leave them by the front door.
As he walked through the flat, thunder cracked and a flash of lightning showed through the window coverings. There were no lights on in the flat so Jack pushed back the kitchen curtains and there didn't appear to be any lights on in the rest of the neighborhood as well.
Jack pushed open Ianto's bedroom door and could barely make out his figure huddled on his bed. The only reason he could see him at all was, because there was nearly constant flashes of lightening and cracks of thunder. This night was misery. Jack chucked off his clothes down to his boxers and vest and left them on the ensuite's tile floor. Crawling into bed next to his trembling lover, Jack tucked Ianto's head under his chin, rubbed his back, rocked him gently and whispered comforts.
Ianto fisted his hand in Jack's vest and clung to his captain tightly.