Head resting in his hands, Ianto Jones leant against the counter in nearly the same position he'd started in 12 hours before. His suit only slightly ruffled and a look of vague boredom sat plastered on his face, masking the ever-growing worry he had for his lover's safety.
Lover? Could he really call him that? After one night, one glorious night, the real question was would Jack really want him again. One could argue that the winks and sly touches Jack had given him for the few fleeting days after their lessons were a sure sign that somehow he'd be lured back into Jack's man hole soon. Yet on the other hand, Ianto felt he had messed up his chances, fumbled with buckles and been unsure and incompetent under the tuition of such a… sex god.
Ianto took a sharp, deep breath - the type that gives that oddly pleasant feeling of clearing your lungs of stagnant air – and stood up. It had been nearly 3 days since Jack went off on an errand with the promise of being 'back before you can make me some strong coffee'. Too long. Jack's mug had long since gone cold.
Within a moment of Ianto rousing himself to yet another mundane errand, he heard a step outside and suddenly a man stumbling through the door. Bloodied and heaving, Jack was grinning.
"Hello sailor!" He beamed through what looked like broken teeth. Ianto slid round the counter in an attempt to catch the teetering man. Too late, however, because all of Jack's weight was upon him.
"What have you-" Ianto couldn't finish. Jack had covered each of their mouths. As far as kisses go, it had little class and ended up being a bit of slobber. Due to Jack's mysteriously crazed state, it took quite a bit of shoving to end the kiss. Ianto was strong though and pushed Jack upright, ending whatever corrupt intentions had for him at that moment.
"Jack, what happened to you?" Ianto said, grasping tightly to the older man's shoulders. Jack's head lolled precariously to one side.
"Just a little…" He stopped, burped, proceeded, "fun, Ianto," Hiccup, "Gee Ianto, why can't you," Jack paused for breath, "have fun."
Ianto squinted at this man he should admire so much feeling as though his hero, his immortal hero, was suddenly no more than a child. A disturbingly drunk child.
"I think you should go to sleep, Jack."
"No. I want you now, Iant…arrr. Pirate." God he wasn't even making sense.
Whatever he'd put into himself, Ianto could wait until morning to find out. At least the pirate thing kept Jack occupied for a time. Enough time for Ianto to get him down into the hub. Thank god he had the sense to avoid the pavement lift.
By the time Ianto had led Jack to his office, Jack had started a slurred chorus of a sea shanty that made no sense and involved more numbers and constellations than any he'd heard of from earth.
"Not too much further now," Ianto said. They were so close now to the hole where only a week before Jack had… well… ravished Ianto rather well.
Jack was all but passed out on the soft mattress when Ianto returned from fetching a cloth. He rubbed away the dry blood from Jack's cheeks and undressed him to his underclothes.
Ianto wouldn't even admit it to himself later, but he did marvel at Jack's body. He remembered what it felt like to be pressed against it.
Thinking like that, though, would help no one, he reminded himself. Just as he got up to leave, Jack shifted and caught his wrist.
"Ianto, stay," said a small voice. Ianto smiled. How could he resist such an unholy mess?