"Get your butt in here," Jack demanded, splashing soapy water in Ianto's general direction. The commanding tone of his voice was somewhat at odds with the plume of suds perched atop his head and the rubber ducky bobbing merrily at his groin. It wasn't every day Ianto had the pleasure of seeing his bathtub filled with hot, soapy Time Agent, but he was a little put out by how easily Jack had found the bath toy. He had thought it was well hidden behind the bog roll and mouth wash.

Jack splashed him again, waggling his eyebrows invitingly and Ianto decided to overlook the fact that Jack must have been rummaging, dropped his towel and picked up his loofa, wielding it like a light sabre. Jack did the same, only he didn't have a loofa to wield. He made do with whatever came to hand.

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