Coffee Before Midnight

Hi all- this is my first complete story- and it's not entirly mine. I read a story, and it inspired me to write this one, in exactly the same format. The only difference is that the author had a Jack/Owen relationship and I have Janto one, so I hope you enjoy this; and I really hope that the real author doesn't mind! (If it's you, please let me know and I'll give you the credit!!)

Coffee Before Midnight

I'm in love with an idiot thought Ianto as his boyfriend poked and prodded the coffee machine. 'How is it I can fix components on a time machine, but I'm baffled by a 21st century coffee machine?' Jack thought, prodding the coffee machine with his finger.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Said Ianto warningly, all he got was a sharp look in response. What followed was an unpleasant grinding metal sound followed by a hiss of steam and a yelp of pain. "It burned me!" Jack sounded like an indignant child.

"If it's steam it's a scald."

"Whatever, it hurt."

"If it's bad run it under the tap."

"I'll survive."

"Need me to kiss it better?" Ianto asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Yes please."

Ianto stepped forward and gently kissed the slightly red hand. Then before Jack could take his hand back, he slipped one of Jack's fingers into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Jack's pout disappeared instantly, and his eyes darkened. "Shouldn't we… ah, take this to my office?" Jack stuttered. How was it that Ianto doing such a simple thing could cause him to become so incoherent?

Any further thought was driven from his mind however when Ianto moved onto another finger, he was now humming into it and the sensation on Jack's finger was definitely having some effect on the rest of his body. His burnt hand was forgotten as he grabbed hold of Ianto by his tie and half dragged him to his office.

Half an hour later the two of them lay sprawled on the hard floor of Jack's office, exhausted. "So, do you still want that coffee?" Ianto asked smiling across at Jack.

"Only if you make it naked, while I watch," Jack replied, a glint in his blue eyes. Ianto just rolled his eyes and getting up, he put out a hand for Jack to follow suit.

Ianto moved to the machine to make the much wanted, industrial strength coffee. "This machine is great, you just have to treat it right. They actually have competitions for this you know."

"Really? Are there any prizes for the best looking bodies?"

"No Jack, they are serious competitions, I'm not tea-boy I'm a barista. It takes skill to know which blends need to be brewed that little bit longer, how to get the perfect aeration in your cappuccino foam and which flavours will work as shots. Caramel and hazelnut work well but honey not so much."

"And I just thought it was just your coffee," Jack said stepping closer to Ianto's naked form and whispering into his neck, allowing his warm breath to trace along his hairline.

Jack's breath on Ianto's neck sent shivers down his spine. "Cold already Mr Jones?" Jack leered, as Ianto turned in Jack's embrace. Placing his hands on Jack's bare chest he tried to think of an intelligent response, but gazing into the depths of Jack's blue eyes all further thought was lost.

Jack closed the gap between them, kissing Ianto tenderly before nibbling on his lower lip. Ianto moaned gently before allowing Jack to lead the way to his office for the second time that night, all thought of coffee forgotten.

The End ;)

Okay guys as I said B4 - all credit for this story has to go to whoever wrote the original story, but please review, as I'm sure it will make us both happy! Um, I did the whole Janto bit myself, so if it's ok let me know!

That's all folks!