Hell hath no fury
Silently Ianto crept up behind Jack, who was sitting at Gwen's desk. In the corner of his eyes he saw Tosh and Owen arguing about their latest annoyance. Quietly and secretively he stopped directly behind his boss and whispered in his ear: "anything on the rift monitor sir" making an extra effort of rolling his r. He placed his hand on the desk right besides Jack's arm, making sure he softly brushed Jack's fingers before placing his palm on the cold desk. The older man leant backwards on his chair resting his head on Ianto's shoulder. He took in that enticing smell of Ianto, mixed in with that after-shave that he loved so much. The only smell that could drive him up the wall. Making his heart go from collected to insane in matter of seconds. He looked sideways at Ianto's neck and noticed the two faded hickey's just under his collar. The bare memory of the night he gave the lovebites to his lover made him long for him. Ianto came in close and gently touch Jack's cheek with his lips. Not a kiss, just a small touch. Enough to send waves of longing through Jack's body. Teasingly Ianto, fully aware of his lover's arousal, moved in closer to place a kiss on his lips. But as Jack's lips parted, three beeps gathered Ianto's attention. And just a millisecond away before Ianto's lips touched Jack's, he pulled away completely. Letting go of all contact between the men.
"Right, That's Owen. He needs me to clear up the autopsy bay".
With despair in his eyes, Jack responded: "Now? Can't it wait for a minute" … and with a naughty smile he added: "or an hour?"
"No time like the present sir" Ianto responded with a serious face. "maybe you can find some other thing to do like reading a book". With an evil smile he walked off.
Will I see you tonight, Ianto?
Yep.
Are you mad that I read your diary?
Yep.
Like a Welshman scorned.