This is what happens when I listen to John Barrowman's new cd and my mind wanders to the always smexy Jack and Ianto. It's just a short lead in type story. I don't own either character or the song, just wanted to borrow then for some good ol romantic slash. Hope you like it.
Why is it things only make sense a two in the morning when sleep refuses to take hold and thoughts just drift around?
Ianto Jones couldn't help but mull that question over and over as he lay on his couch. He'd been there since he got off work late, six hours ago, just lying there, suit still on, staring at the ceiling. Jack had run off as soon as he let the team go without a word, and that was bothering the Welshman more than he liked.
"Nothing like being in love with the unattainable," he thought to himself. He would only let such conclusion come over him when he was alone. Of course most of his time was spent with Jack at least near him and that would always give him that faint glimmer of hope. Thoughts of a few select times he and Jack spent together began to take over, and he finally began to drift off.
The sound of the doorbell snapped him back to reality, however.
"What the hell?" He spat, with a few Welsh curses thrown in.
Ianto stomped to his entryway and threw open the door, only to find an old stereo in the right corner of his porch with a note attached that read "Play Me".
When a few craining looks around to find the person who left it yielded nothing, he decided to follow the instructions.
"What the hell." He whispered this time.
The annoyed but curious Welshman punched the button marked 'play' and stared at the cd as it began to spin.
The opening chords seemed familiar but Ianto couldn't quite place them. Possibilities of what the song could be went out of his head when he heard the words, and more importantly the voice of the person singing the words.
Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years Now nothin' can take you away from me
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
We bin down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
Ianto couldn't stop staring at the stereo. The voice was Jack's. Jack was singing to him.
Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
He just smiled when a familiar pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
"Happy Anniversary," the even more familiar American voice whispered in his ear.
Ianto spun in the immortal man's arms, pulling him into a sweet but passionate kiss.
"Did you think I'd forgotten?" Jack asked with a smile when they finally broke apart.
Ianto just blushed.
"You ran off," he said sheepishly. "I dint know what to think."
Jack just smiled even bigger.
"I wanted to surprise you," he said running his hand through the Welshman's flattened hair. "Plus, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to decide with song to use."
As much as Ianto wanted to revel in the fact that Jack had recorded more than one song just for him, there were a few things that needed to be taken care of first.
"I'll have to hear them later," he smirked with a glint in his eye. "Now is the time for a little anniversary celebration of a different kind."
Pulling the older man into another steamy kiss, the two men made their way into the flat.
Oh - once in your life you find someone Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me N' baby you're all that I want I've bin waitin' for so long Now our dreams are comin' true
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Oh there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
Cause our love will light the way
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
For something to arrive
For love to come along
Through the good times and the bad
Ya - I'll be standin' there by you