For every Janto fan out there. And for everyone who wants Ianto to come back to Jack.
Jack sorted some papers at his desk, deep in thought. No longer would Torchwood need to unfreeze Tommy every year. Tommy would go back to 1918, and Tosh would help.
Through every jumbled thought, the sound of the light footsteps and the gentle sound of the door closing shoved every other thought away except for one.
Ianto, Jack thought.
Ianto silently climbed the stairs, his eyes trained on Jack.
"This time tomorrow he'll be back in 1918," Jack said his eyes still on the paperwork.
"In his own time," Ianto responded, carefully placing his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. Jack blinked a few times and didn't look up.
"Would you go back to yours?" Ianto asked.
A pause.
"If you could." Ianto took a few steps closer to Jack's desk, but he was still about two meters away.
Jack finally looked up, training his blue eyes on the wall. Not on the quiet Welshman behind him.
"Why?" Jack said, a joking tone making its way into his voice; a tiny smirk on his lips. "Would you miss me?" Jack glanced down momentarily.
"Yup," Ianto replied instantly. Jack looked up again and allowed himself the smallest of smiles. Maybe Ianto had the same feelings for him as he did for Ianto.
Ianto took a few steps closer.
Jack inhaled deeply.
"I left home a long time ago," Jack reached for a few more papers and moved them in front of him, pretending to read them. "don't know where I really belong."
You belong right next to me, Ianto thought.
Jack looked at the wall, realization on his face.
"Maybe it doesn't matter." Ianto had stopped right behind Jack and was looking down at him, listening intently.
Ianto sidestepped and moved slightly toward the paper-free part of Jack's desk.
"I, uh, know you get lonely," he said, removing his hands from his pockets and sitting on the worn desk. Ianto was so close to Jack he could touch him.
Jack gave up on the papers and folded his hands together, finally allowing himself to look up at the beautiful Welshman sitting just inches away from him.
"Going home wouldn't fix that," Jack glanced at his linked fingers, shaking his head.
Ianto gazed down at the American with a surprising softness that Jack didn't dare to look up at just yet.
"Being here, I've seen things I never thought I'd see. Loved people I never would've known if," Jack took this time to press a hand to the desk to prove his point. "I had just stayed where I was." Jack finished.
Ianto glanced down and gave the slightest nod. He allowed his blue eyes to meet Jack's.
"And I wouldn't change that for the world."
A thousand feelings coursed through Ianto Jones, and Jack Harkness as well. Ianto stared deep into the blue eyes of Captain Jack Harkness and made a decision he didn't regret.
Ianto leaned down, pressed his lips to Jack's, and put his hand on the back of Jack's neck. Jack didn't push away, in fact his lips parted easily and he accepted the Welshman's kiss. Ianto put his other hand on the side of Jack's neck, a finger brushing his ear. Jack put a hand on Ianto's shoulder, covered by a black pinstriped suit and rubbed it around a few times, eventually making its way to Ianto's cheek. The other hand went to Ianto's hip.
The two kissed passionately, their tongues pressing together and battling for dominance. And, it came as a shock to him; Ianto had finally found someone he could love. Since Lisa at least. The same realization hit Captain Jack as he kissed his young Welshman, ever so gentle and ever so kind.