Ianto sat in his 'tourist information centre', swigging on his gradually cooling coffee. No-one else what at the hub yet, it was still only 5:45 in the morning. He hadn't slept all night. He'd shut his eyes, he'd counted probably as many sheep as there were in the valley he was born in, he sung lullabys to himself in his head, and finally had tried sleeping on the couch in front of the TV, always a strangely effective way of sending him to sleep. But nothing had worked. In the end, he'd dressed in tomorrows work suit, and left the house. Ever organised, he'd taken his ear piece, and tucked his pistol in his coat pocket. Grabbed his house keys, and left his house. For hours he just drifted round Cardiff city centre, no sort of pattern occurred to him, he just wandered about. Eventually, he found he'd reached the millenium obelisk, and was standing directly above the Torchwood base. He looked at his watch, and saw that it was about 4:30 in the morning. He left his house at about 2:00. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, before turning and heading for the tourist information centre that acted as a cover for the Torchwood base. He unlocked and threw his coat over the desk, before unlocking and going down into the hub. It was eerie to be there on his own. He'd not wandered the hub on his own since he'd been caring for Lisa, a fact that did not escape him. He shook the thought from his head and headed for his coffee machine. After brewing himself a cup of coffee, standing and staring blankly into the abyss until Myffanwey made herself known to him by poking him in the back with her beak, to which he replied with
'Oh, bugger off old girl.' He took his mug of coffee up to the tourist information centre, and hadn't moved since. Taking the occasional swig of coffee, he'd sat running through the possible reasons for his insomnia. It wasn't Lisa. He still missed her, he still stung from her death, and the things his caring for her had made him do, but he took that to be natural. He was about as over her as he thought he ever would be. She was still a part of him, she'd given him a part of himself, but the grief was no longer there. He'd realised that the thing he'd been caring for was not the Lisa he knew, and he had ceased to cry over her. No, that wasn't what was troubling him. The day before had been a virtually uneventful one, there were no call-outs, no 'incidents', Cardiff city's alien life had seemed to be taking a rare day off. For a moment on his wanderings he'd thought he'd seen a weevil, but it was in fact the image of two drunk men, one on the other's shoulders, blurred out of the corner of his eye. The day had passed with routine maintenance, and several cups of coffee. At the end of the day, when the others were packing up and heading home, Jack had beckoned Ianto into his office.
'Before you go,' he'd said, taking Ianto in his arms and giving him a deep kiss. Ianto had given into it, he couldn't lie and say that these moments weren't the highlights of his week, but he still wasn't sure what to think of them. Him and Jack were certainly not yet having a routine, run-of-the-mill relationship. But he didn't like to think any of it was bothering him, he was open to it all, he'd embrace it if they took things further, but for the moment he was happy for Jack to just take things at his own pace.
He hadn't come to any further conclusion as to the cause of his insomnia when the door of the centre, which he had locked behind him, opened, and Jack entered.
'Early, sir,' Ianto said, taking another sip from his now truly cold coffee. Jack jumped.
'Wow, you scared me Ianto!,' he said, with a quick laugh. 'You're early yourself.'
'Yeah, well...couldn't sleep.' He took a final gulp from the cup, before wincing and slamming the cup back down on the desk. Jack came in fully, it was raining outside, and he shut and locked the door. 'Bit wet out,' Ianto said, as Jack turned to him.
'Yeah, "chucking it",' Jack said with a chuckle. He looked at Ianto, who was looking at towards him, but with his eyes pointing at the ground, and as if his vision was not really focused. 'You all right, Ianto?' Ianto jerked his head up, and looked to Jack.
'Oh, yeah, just a bit out of it I guess. Weird night.' Jack moved closer, and leant on the desk.
'Weird night?,' he said, with a quizical look.
'Well, not that weird. Just couldn't sleep. Went for a walk.'
'A walk?.' Ianto gave Jack an exasperated look.
'Yes sir, it's quite simple, I went for a walk.' Jack walked round behind the desk, and stood right next to Ianto, who did not turn to face him.
'Something bothering you?.'
'No, well, I don't know. Just a bit of insomnia.'
'Too much coffea?.'
'Ha. Maybe.' Jack moved closer, pressing his body against Ianto.
'Well, maybe I can do something to make you better,' Jack whispered in his ear, putting one hand in the hair at the back of Ianto's head and kissing behind his ear, and gently placing the other over Ianto's crotch. Ianto immediately felt himself reacting.
'Sir, please.' Whenever it began like this Ianto started by pleading.
'Come on Ianto, loosen up a bit.' Jack gently nipped his neck, and Ianto groaned deeply, letting his head fall back into Jack's hand, as Jack kissed down his neck to his jaw, then along his jawline to his lips, and ran his tongue along Ianto's lips, before kissing him deeply, running his tongue along Ianto's. Ianto moaned into the kiss, and let Jack pull him round so they were facing before putting an arm round Jack's neck.
'Jack, not now, what time is it?,' Ianto said, as Jack pushed him back against the desk, and pushed his suit off.
'It's about 6:20, we've got plenty of time, Yan.' He started undoing Ianto's shirt, kissing each bit of skin as it was revealed. He reached Ianto's belt, which he undid, and continued his unclothing of Ianto. 'Oh god Jack,' Ianto said, breathlessly, before putting a hand to the hair on the back of Jack's head, and pulling him up and into a deep kiss.
'That's more like it,' Jack said, as they came up for air. 'I need you,' he said, kneeling and pleasuring Ianto. 'Jack, oh, Jack please,' Ianto moaned, trying to catch his breath. He arrived with a joyful gasp, then slumped back against the desk, and Jack stood up, resting against him. Ianto put a hand to Jack's cheek, and kissed him, tasting himself, loving that he was okay with it. He stood straight, then swung Jack round against the desk, beginning to disrobe him.
'My turn!,' he said cheekily.