This is the fault of two people. One, Cullensbooty for asking how Ianto would react to Kaidan doing yoga. The second, is the creator of this amazing art of Kaidan doing yoga. It’s too much to handle. You have been warned.

How
long had it been since he’d slept a full night? Eaten a proper meal that wasn’t
a rehydrated quick-fix of nutrition? Exercised to keep himself ready and going?
Fuck, but he was tired.

 "Commander?“

Shepard
paused raising his coffee mug to his lips wearily. "Traynor. Is whatever
you’re about to tell me or hand me on that datapad in any way necessary for the
next twelve hours of our survival?”

Samantha
eyed Ianto. The bags under his eyes and his dull gaze. “No, sir,” she
said wisely.

“Thank
you,” he answered, moving on to the shuttle bay. It’s silent at this time
of night, and he knew that he could kick back behind the storage crates for a
little while without being found. Even in his cabin he isn’t safe from
interruption. He just wanted a nap. A damn nap. He’s not sure where Kaidan had
got off to, but figured he was up in the cabin sleeping until his morning
shift, and Shepard was loath to go up there and disturb him with his tossing
and turning.

But
Kaidan wasn’t in their quarters. He was in the shuttle bay himself, lights low
and a mat set out in the center of the large room. What was he…? Ianto
stopped. Stared. Kaidan was wearing his blue Spectre sweats. The ones Ianto
loved. The ones that curved to his ass just so… he remembered to keep a tight
hand on his coffee before he dropped it.

The
biotic was shirtless, bless the gods, and bending and stretching in a way which
seemed impossible to Shepard. His face was calm and focused, and Shepard
watched, barely breathing as Kaidan spread his legs wide, bending his right
knee and sliding his left out straight. His arms were out in a perfect line
from his shoulders. He held the pose for several seconds before clenching his
fists, a spark of blue igniting along his fingers and leaving a trail as he
slowly raised his hands up over his head and pressed his palms together. His
biotics ricocheted down his arms, to his torso, to his legs and feet like some
gentle lightning. Shepard could feel them vibrating on the ground.

He
swallowed hard. Kaidan turned his eyes to the commander, ringed with blue and
never breaking eye contact as he carefully broke the pose, moving into pushup
position, then pressing against the ground before arching his torso up. Shepard
couldn’t have looked away if a thresher maw had come exploding out of the
elevator.

Then
Kaidan took pity on him, letting himself rest. He crawled to his knees and sat
cross-legged. Shepard took a few steps towards him.

“What
were you doing?” Shepard asked.

“Yoga,”
Kaidan answered quietly. “It’s an ancient practice. Calming. Helps me
meditate. I took it up after all of the… issues I had after Brain Camp.”

“Ah,”
Ianto answered because his brain had decided to jump ship ages ago.

“Everything
all right?” Kaidan asked.

“Yes
and no,” Shepard answered.

“How
so?” There’s a smile in Kaidan’s voice.

“Yes,
because I’m just tired and was looking to get away, and no, because I’m
suddenly really, really wanting to get you naked on that mat.”

Kaidan
grinned. “You first.”