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Jack didn't care why he was wet, only that Ianto looked gorgeous when he was wet. Hair spiking in odd directions when he'd run his fingers through it.

Jack looked for excuses for Ianto to get wet. A trip to the beach seemed like the perfect excuse.

"I am not swimming in that," Ianto told him.

"It's clean," Jack said.

"You hope, god only knows what's in that water," Ianto said.

"Come on, what's the point in coming to the beach if we don't go swimming," Jack cajoled.

Ianto smirked. "Finding how many awkward crevices we can get sand into?"


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