Ianto surveyed the room, they were finally going to be alone in the Hub, everyone else had gone home, even the paperwork was all up to date. The dishes where done and the coffee machine was clean, Owen had gotten the hang of making coffee but he was crap at keeping the stainless steal fingerprint free. The green house plants were watered and tucked in for the night, the table was set for two. Complete with candles. He was ready to tell Jack how he felt, that he loved him, everything was perfect. With one exception.

Jack wasn't back yet.

He checked his phone again, but there were no missed calls, no messages, not even an email. How long did it take to pick up some takeaways... He'd offered to cook but the Hub's new kitchen was still under construction and Jack had wanted to stay in the Hub. He had a very early morning video conference which apparently made it easer to stay in the Hub. Bloody UNIT. So he'd gone for takeaways, but where was he? He began pacing, he'd already cleaned everything except Tosh's desk. He checked his watch again, he could have gone back to his flat, cooked dinner and been back by now.

He kept dialling Jack's number but hanging up before it connected, he didn't want to look needy. He also considered logging into a computer and tracking the phone, but that also felt a bit like stalking. Even if Jack was his boyfriend. He stopped at that thought and smiled. Until he remembered his boyfriend wasn't back yet. Knowing your boyfriend couldn't really die was one thing, still imaging the car crash another. He checked his phone again, he had reception and a fully charged battery but no messages. He checked the phone on Jack's desk, no flashing light indicating a message. Maybe he'd been mugged, and was lying in a hospital bed in a coma. Or he could be in a sewer as a weevils chew toy.

He wondered what the ethics might be in asking Owen to surgically install a tracking device on Jack. He yawned, he was tired and he just wanted Jack but the man wasn't there. He hit redial on his phone and this time waited for the call to connect. Going straight to voice mail as he hung up. He looked around the room for a moment and decided to find the paperback he'd picked up the other day and try reading it. He just hoped it was interesting enough to keep his attention otherwise he was just going to continue thinking about the absence of Jack and the myriad of things that could have gone wrong to make him so late.

Jack walked into the Hub, dinner now well and truly cold. The damned snow had been bad enough, slowing traffic to a crawl, and then he'd gotten a flat tyre and his cellphone battery had died. He knew he was late, he was also cold and wet as well as hungry and annoyed at the flat battery. He just wished he'd taken Ianto with him, at least they could have eaten their dinner in the SUV and warmed each other up.

He found Ianto asleep on the couch as he dumped dinner on the table, candles, Ianto had been going for romance. Right now he just wanted a hot shower and dry clothes. Or no clothes, Ianto looked so cute in his sleep. He grinned as he considered the best way to wake his lover. As if sensing he was back Ianto opened sleepy eyes. Jack sat next to him on the edge of the couch and rescued the book.

'Good story?'

Ianto shrugged as he sat up, making room for Jack. 'Wouldn't know, I didn't get past the first page.' He reached out to Jack. 'Ugh, your wet.'

'And late, flat tyre, in the snow no less.'

Ianto yawned. 'You could have called.' Too tired to sound hurt.

Jack shrugged. 'Flat battery of all things, where's my charger?'

'Your desk.'

'Come on, I just want to get dry and warm.' He rose to his feet and waited for Ianto. 'Dinner's a bit cold.'

Ianto stood beside Jack and reached out to touch his face. 'Your hardly warm, you can still catch a cold can't you.'

'Yeah, I can.' As if to illustrate Ianto's point he sneezed.

Ianto just nodded, this was going to be interesting in a sarcastic sort of way, like tofu for Christmas. 'Will a hot shower help?'

'Wont hurt, are you going to join me?'

Ianto grinned. 'I could do that. I'll bring in the towels, you, go get naked.'

'Yes Sir!' Jack pulled Ianto in for a quick kiss that deepened into a fuller exploration of his mouth until Ianto pushed him away.

'Your wet.'

Ianto watched Jack move towards the bathroom, shaking his head before heading into the bunker for dressing gowns and towels. He didn't often feel like the butler, except in moments like this when he was taking dry clothes into the bathroom with fresh towels. He shut the door behind him to stop the steam escaping into the Hub, finding Jack standing there waiting for him.

'Take your clothes of Ianto.'

He reached up and slowly began loosening the knot of his tie before dropping it to the floor followed by his shirt. He'd already hung the jacket and waistcoat in the bunker, not wanting them to get damaged by steam.

Jack began washing himself as he watched Ianto slip his buttons undone, one by one, slowly revealing the man beneath the soft cotton. Washing turned from an activity involving soap into an act of self pleasure as he waited for Ianto to step into the hot water and join him. His cock begging for Ianto to touch it as he leaned back against the wall. He could wait. Ianto's shirt fell to the floor beside the tie, followed by his pants, shoes and socks toed off leaving Ianto naked to Jack's hungry eyes.

'Get in here you.'

Ianto grinned as he stepped into the shower with Jack. Hot water pouring over his body as hands reached for him, stroking him and he felt Jack's cock brushing against his own. This was raw, elemental and sex at it's needy best as they all but leapt on each other. Jack's voice warm on Ianto's skin.

'I need you to fuck me Ianto, I need you deep inside me until I know there is no me and no you, only us.'

Ianto groaned, he loved it when Jack talked like this, the words vibrated though his entire body until his cock jumped in anticipation. Hands reaching for Jack's arse as he let the day melt away.

'Um, I don't suppose you brought any condoms with you?'

'Jack.' Ianto leaned back. 'It's not like we can get pregnant.'

'You can't.'

Ianto stepped back and looked at him. 'Explain.'

Jack sighed. 'Fifty first century Ianto.'

'You can get pregnant? You can have a baby, how does that even work?'

'I never really questioned it, it's like the pheromones.'

Ianto nodded. He did love the way Jack smelled. 'Could you get pregnant now? I mean, do you have a cycle or something?'

Jack kissed Ianto. 'I know what your thinking but reading though your diary for every little word you've written down about me isn't going to reveal any cycles. Besides, it's not like it will take long for us to get into bed, there are plenty of condoms in the bunker.'

Ianto folded himself into Jack's arms and grinned, he could think of one or two things they could do in the shower before they got near a bedroom and a box of condoms. His hands moved down Jack's body until they brushed against his cock. Fingers stroking long gentle touches along the smooth skin of Jack's cock. Pushing the foreskin back as he slid down Jack's body and took the tip of his cock into his mouth. Jack found himself leaning against the wall as he watched Ianto suck him. He barely remembered the first hesitant few times the man had sucked his cock, not compared to the level of confidence he showed now.

He cried out as his orgasm exploded from his body, cum running down Ianto's chin as the shower washed it away. Jack pulled him into his arms and held him a moment longer before they shut the water off and wrapped themselves in large fluffy towels. Before Ianto had practically moved in with him, his towels had been utilitarian, there had been nothing warm or inviting about them, they served a purpose. But now, the towels were more like sheets and they wrapped themselves in them as they rushed to get dry. Or dry enough to make it to the bunker and a bed.

He waited as the ever practical Ianto scooped up their discarded clothes before following him to his office and the hatch to his room. Their room. His coat hung in the office before the clothes were tossed down the hole that served as his doorway. Towels dropped to the floor Ianto looked at Jack and grinned.

'Now, where were we?'

'I believe, Mr Jones, you were going to fuck me.'

'Why Sir, that a wonderful idea.' As he tumbled Jack into the bed. All plans to say I love you, forgotten as he lost himself in making love to Jack.