Creator's Note: If I was ever George Gershwin or the lovely people at Torchwood, I've since taken an amnesia pill. As such, I own nothing. This is just Janto-which is a pairing I think, to quote my lj friends, is "dead cute". As such, the plot is mine, but the characters aren't. Who knows? Maybe they'll read it and hire me; if not, I still enjoy it.

And I hope you do to.

Oh yes, per most of my writing, there's slash. If this upsets you, I don't care. )

-----On With the Show!-------

It started off as a normal evening. Well, with Capt. Jack maybe normal is a strong word. But it was definitely evening. I had seen him catch those glances of me ever since he had returned. And then he had drummed up the courage and beat me to something I had never even thought about. I mean, a bloke with another bloke. I wasn't exactly prejudice to the idea, but even in such a new era of thinking; the thought took a bit of adjustment on my part.

The evening hadn't been exactly smashing up to this point. Another mucky and dirty day for the Torchwood staff, but Jack had this sort of different energy. He paces a lot more when he's full of energy, or his pen might start tapping a beat of some sort. Probably some song from the time he's from. And he doesn't catch that glance I give him, and doesn't quite come out of his own little world when I bring him coffee. Then his hand catches mind as I go to lift it from the cup. The pencil stops dancing and his eyes wander toward mine. That always unnerved me just a bit.

"Do you remember what I asked you in the office?" Oh God, he's smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes. Very much so."

"How does tonight suit you?" Gwen chokes a bit on her sammi.

"I'm sorry. You two have plans?"

"Is that strange?"

"Well, I, I mean... " Don't worry about it Gwen; Capt. Jack Harkness flusters the best of us. "No, it's just rather sudden isn't it?"

He hasn't let go of my hand yet. "Well?" Damn those dimples of his.

"Tonight, tonight would be perfect."

"Excellent. Where did you want to go?" I can feel the heat rising through my ears and everything in the office has seemed to stop. A radioactive alien could come through the rift right now and I'm not sure Owen would even notice it.

"I know of this place..."

"Sounds great! Make that reservation!"

Work ends and I'm always the last to leave. Except for tonight, his eyes are on me as I clean. I don't know how I feel about all this, except that there is something I wish I could say to him. To let him know how deep inside he goes in me; how much I ached when he was away. And now, how I feel, how much being alive has changed because of him. Because of all of this.

"You almost done?"

"Completely, sir." I throw the last of the trash in the bin.

"Good, because I've been looking forward to this. So, he rubs his hands together, where are we going?"

He beat me out in the struggle of who got to drive and as I led him to the little Italiano place I usually frequent alone; I realize how much of this I'm looking forward to. His energy has leaked into me; I'm sort of digesting his fondness and his quirks. I laugh with him around. Doesn't seem like I do much of that do I?

"Well, I'm stuffed."

"That pasta is always perfect."

"The company wasn't half bad either." I know my ears are red again. "Tell me, where did you learn so much about tomatoes and such?"

"I've always been a scholar. While other kids were outside playing at recess; I haunted the school's library. Every so often I'd play cricket, but I was never much for sport."

"I couldn't really tell that."

"What about you?"

He stops at the car door and his face gives a vague expression as the gears turn a bit. He looks towards the horizon and then he goes off, in the Capt. Jack way, about baseball scores and famous people I've never heard of. Most likely, future players that might not even be diapers in the here and now.

"Okay, that movie was boring."

"I couldn't tell." No, your arm around me through half the movie. I think I might have blanked out a bit. Note to self: Never buy popcorn after dinner again. And never sit in the back row with Capt. Jack Harkness. You won't even remember the title of the movie.

"And, you know those two mean-spirited people just had to sit in front of us."

"Just cause they're tall Jack, doesn't make them mean-spirited!"

"Hey, look, a carnival. Can we go?" Jack can be rather excitable. But its that passion that I love.

"Don't you think it's getting a bit late?"

"Please?" Oh God, not the eyes. Who could resist those eyes?

"Oh, alright. I don't suppose it'll hurt to be out a bit longer..."

"Yes." He's already have a mile in front of me before he realizes he was a bit swept up in the moment. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I think it's , mumble cute mumble, when you get all worked up like this."

"Did you just call me cute? Ianto, I didn't know you had it in you."

"You seem to do that to me Jack. Make me realize things I never knew before." He reaches for my neck but I turn away a bit. Bloke on bloke public kissing; that's still a bit advanced for me. I turn back at the last second and offer my hand. "Sorry, that's a bit much for me."

"It's okay. Oooh, candy floss! Want one?"

"Those things are nothing but sugar and pink food coloring!"

"Exactly. I've certainly never had anything like it before."

"Never had one? Well mister, step right up. It's a real treat."

Thanks, Mr. Shopkeeper, I mumble as Jack leaps over to the vendor.

"Three please!"

"Three? You sure about that?"

"Never been so sure in my life. And you only live once, right?" Or in your case, more than that. He giggles as he takes his first big bite of candy floss. "Terrific. Want some?"

"No, thanks, but no."

Two ferris wheel rides and one more candy floss later, Jack and I end up back at my place. Those candy flosses have done a bit of a number on my fearless leader.

"You see what I was warning you about?" He yawns.

"I think it was worth it. You need some help?"

"Nope, just thought you could use some nice music to help you get to sleep. You can stay here on the couch."

"If you'd rather I go..."

"NO. I mean, no, I want you to stay."

"Ianto, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Well, I, that is to say..."

"It's alright, Ianto. Come here." I click the small electric fireplace on next to the chairs as Gershwin starts to play.

There's a saying old, says that love is blind,

Still we're often old, "Seek and ye shall find."

So I'm longing to see a certain lad

I've had in mind.

The seats are a velvety sort of leather, but I don't notice them. Ever since he came into my life, I could barely hear anything over my heart beating a little louder each day. Can he hear that too? See it in my face, past my eyes to my mind?

He bends forward and his hand rests on my knee. He leans in and so do I. Tasting Jack is like tasting the wild, the future, the wind, and lust all rolled into one. He clever, charming, daring, cavalier; everything I could ever want or ever want to be. Kissing Jack Harkness is like kissing the lips on the gates of heaven. Nothing in your life will ever be the same again.

I pull away just briefly to try and get hold of my jumbled senses. There's a part of me crying to be closer, but another more sensible part pulling me away, knowing that I'm not the first and probably won't be the last Capt. Harkness has, well, seduced. Maybe there's nothing more to it than that.

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet

He's the big affair I cannot forget

Only man I ever think of with regret.

"Gershwin."

"What? Oh yes, Gershwin. One of the greats; one of the classics."

"I met someone like him once. When I was with the Doctor. But I myself prefer Cole Porter." He tries to jump up to get at my records; presumably to search for Porter. "Do you remember Night and Day?"

"I do. Wonderful, simple song. Lisa and I danced it once at..." I stop.

"I can still go."

"I don't think I could stand that. The sofa's open for you and there's a blanket in case you get cold, but that fire is pretty warm. Will you still be here when I get up?"

"Might as well go to work together, don't you think so?"

"I'd want nothing less. I'll make coffee in the morning." I head to the bedroom, but his hand reaches gently for the door as I pull it shut.

"Thank you for this evening, for everything."

"No, thank you Jack."

I sit here, in the dark, listening to the muffled music. I've since peeled away the layer of clothing I had. I'm halfway between sleep and awake when I shaft of light enters the room. The beams aren't enough to invade, but just to show me. I can hear the music softly and he stands there, no shirt. His biceps are tan; his pecs perfect. His collarbone throbs sharply and he stands, waiting. Is it a dream? Don't let it stop, I beg to myself.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he

Turns out to be

Someone to watch over me.

I'm almost ashamed at my pale skin and undefined muscle tone as he pulls back the sheet just a bit. His lips press into mine and the faint smell of candy floss invades my senses. His bangs brush my nose and eyes. I pop up just a little and mutter that I've never and he takes one finger and presses it to my lips. He shakes his head ever so gently and let's me know that everything will be alright.

His lips shock every nerve ending with lust; my heart beats in tandem with the light pressure as he works farther down. He comes up once more for my lips and presses on top of me. Capt. Jack Harkness is in my bed, his thighs pressed to mine, legs intertwined. I am sandwiched between my sheets of Egyptian cotton and his cool skin. I can feel his maleness becoming large and overshadowing me, wanting something I hope I know how to do. But Jack, Jack won't here a word of it. His lips press me back down as he continues his downward path. He reaches toward my bellybutton and spends a second contemplating. I grab for the pillow as I am taken away, past my emotional frenzy and logical, organized brain into someplace called together.

His tongue works and his breathes in unison with my squirming and jutting about. My hand reaches down as his head bobs and weaves around and I mess his hair up a bit, just to try and make sure this could ever be real. Jack tastes every part of my being and when I cum, it's long and hard, with a tremendous primal moan. He winks at me as he goes to leave and gently shuts the door again.

I'm not sure now if I awoke holding my hand toward that quiet, closed door or if any of it was real. Or if it could ever be. All that I know is the next morning, he's not wearing a shirt and he is still stretched out on my sofa, softly snoring.