Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey

The hours, they bring me pain

Ianto stood by the morgue drawer containing the once again dead body of Suzy Costello. Nervously, he shifted his weight, internally rehearsing his words. He wanted it to be obvious enough to imply sexual interest but coy enough to be laughed off as a joke if needed. It had been months since Lisa died and, if he was being honest, he'd been interested since the moment they first met. The attraction between them was so strong at times, he thought he might swoon or something as equally humiliating.

Fingering the stopwatch in his pocket, Ianto wondered what was keeping Jack so long. Somehow he had always known he was attracted to men, but he would never admit it. Jack was the first man to ever pursue him so boldly while seeming so comfortable in his sexuality. He hadn't chosen Jack to be his first time with a man because of his movie star good looks; he had chosen him because he couldn't think about the man without his heart fluttering. There were moments when he actually thought he had fallen in love with him. It was only right that his first time be with someone he loved than some random stranger.

Despite his well thought out plan and mental preparedness, Ianto didn't account for Jack not coming down that night. He snapped out of his daydreaming by a curt announcement by Jack over the com line. "Everybody go home for tonight and take your time in the morning."

Ianto's heart sank and he wondered if he would ever gather the courage again to proposition his boss. Going up to the main Hub, Ianto gathered his things as Tosh and Owen were leaving. Taking a peak up at Jack's office, he noticed the light still on and decided to try one last time to speak with Jack. Just outside the office door, Ianto stopped when he heard heavy breathing coming from the other side. Peering in through the window, Ianto caught a quick glimpse of Jack entangled with Gwen.

The disappointment from a few minutes earlier instantly descended into a state of complete devastation. Questions raced through Ianto's mind as he fled the base. Had he only imagined the connection between Jack and himself? How long had he been involved with Gwen? Didn't Gwen have a boyfriend? Would he have only embarrassed himself flirting with Jack? Were Jack's advances toward him only a joke to pass the time? When had his life become so pathetic that he pinned all his hopes on shagging the man of his dreams?

Finding the nearest pub, Ianto downed a glass of scotch to ease the pain; however, it seemed to have no effect. After the fourth drink, his internal critic began to berate him for prizing his virginity like some teenage girl. He then decided that if he was serious about being with a man, he should stop fixating on some unattainable idol and just find someone. Since he knew everything about Cardiff to begin with, Ianto knew the clubs to best find male companionship.

Upon entering the building, curious eyes fell upon him like they knew he didn't belong there. It wasn't until much later that he realized it was because he was still wearing his suit. Despite his unusual appearance, Ianto still garnered attention from several handsome men; however, no one seemed quite right. Just when he began to sober up enough to rethink his plans, a man caught his eye. Standing near the back wall, he was the spitting image of Jack Harkness but considerably younger. With the same dark hair and strong chin, he was tall and muscular filling out his tight jeans and t-shirt.

Despite being so young and handsome, patrons seemed to be ignoring the man and some even gave him distinctly unfriendly looks. Ianto lost track of how long he had been staring when the bartender interrupted his thoughts. "You'll be best to avoid that one. Nasty rent-boy been stalking this place for weeks."

In his heartbroken, half-drunken state, Ianto couldn't help but think that it was fate. He'd been given a near doppelganger of his heart's desire, open for business. Purposely striding across the noisy, crowded hall, Ianto approached the young prostitute but stopped short when he couldn't think of what to say. However, he didn't need to because the man met his eyes with a question that Ianto answered with a simple nod. He then headed toward the back exit with Ianto following.

In the dim light of the lonely alley, Ianto had his first good look at the man's face and noticed one sizable difference from Jack's. Instead of the brilliant blue of Jack's eyes, this man's were strikingly green. Once they had turned the corner, he spoke with a Welsh accent so thick that even Ianto had trouble understanding it, "It'll be 50 for oral and 100 for penetration."

Ianto realized that the man intended to have him there outside the club, but Ianto wanted something more comfortable so he'd be able to at least pretend it was something normal. "Can we go to my flat?"

The man's eyes darted back and forth as he answered, "I'm not supposed to . . ."

"I'll pay you 500 for the night."

Nervously, the man shifted his weight and wrung his hands, but, after looking Ianto up and down, he reluctantly agreed. After a quick stop at the ATM, they arrived at Ianto's flat. Once inside, Ianto's guest looked around worriedly as if waiting for someone to spring on him. When he figured out it was just a normal room, he mechanically began removing his shirt. Ianto stopped him, asking, "What's your name?"

The young man appeared as if Ianto had just proposed marriage. Hesitantly, he answered, "S-Simon."

Ianto smiled trying to put him at ease. "Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, beer?"

"I . . . I'll have coffee . . . I guess."

While preparing the coffee, Ianto watched Simon out of the corner of eye still not believing how similar he was to Jack, but Ianto figured he may well have been fifteen or twenty years younger. Ianto supposed he could even pretend he had travelled in time and Jack was his own age. For a moment he felt guilty for thinking about another man in front of his guest, but he supposed prostitutes were used to that. He was well versed in all kinds of proper etiquette but he never thought to research how one was expected to treat a paid companion.

Once the coffee was finished, Ianto handed the mug over to Simon and watched as he took his first, anxious sip. Ianto blanched when he realized that the prostitute was expecting it to be spiked with God knows what. A great swell of pity washed over him knowing that the young man must be awfully desperate for the money to follow a bloke back to his flat and accept an unknown drink. He had never felt like such selfish scum in all his life.

Quickly Ianto stammered out, "I didn't put anything in it . . . I mean . . . do you want cream or sugar?"

Somehow that seemed to relax Simon and he answered, "No . . . is fine . . . tastes wonderful."

The two awkwardly finished their coffee and Ianto led Simon to his bedroom. Ianto removed his tie and jacket but when he started unbuttoning his shirt, Simon stopped him and took over. His hands were slim, skillfully undoing the shirt in seconds then almost immediately, he had Ianto's fly open and had sunk to his knees. With images of Jack flashing through his mind, Ianto hardened before Simon even touched him.

Simon knew exactly how to use his tongue to make Ianto tremble and had him near coming within minutes. Before he could finish, Ianto gently pushed him away and removed his trousers. During the past weeks, while he was planning a possible relationship with Jack, Ianto had over prepared just as he did with everything. In his bedside table, he had three kinds of lube and various size condoms since he couldn't quite figure Jack's size.

Nervously, he turned to Simon and asked, "I don't know what size you are. Could you pick it out?"

Simon's eyes widened. "You want me to enter you?"

Ianto nodded. "I've never been with a man before so you have to be gentle."

Still in disbelief, Simon looked in the drawer and took out a condom along with a bottle of lube. Softly, he spoke, "I've never topped before." Ianto's face fell until Simon continued, "but, I know how to do it."

Thinking to himself now or never, Ianto laid out on the duvet as Simon took off his clothes. Once he was naked, Simon climbed onto the bed and started to put on the condom while Ianto watched intently. He had never touched another man's cock and tentatively reached out his hand. Upon his touch, Simon began hardening and let out a small moan as Ianto began stroking him. With his eyes closed in the dark bedroom, Simon resembled Jack so closely that Ianto had to fight back the urge to pull him into a kiss.

Almost as if he were afraid to break him, Simon placed his hand on Ianto's thigh and gently spread his legs. Applying a generous amount of lube to his fingers, he began massaging Ianto's tight entrance causing him to suddenly tense up. However, Simon was patient had kept moving his deft fingers until Ianto began to relax. When he finally slipped in one finger, Ianto gasped making Simon pause.

"Did I hurt you? I can s-stop."

Ianto answered, "No, please keep going."

After fully loosening Ianto, Simon lined himself up to his entrance and after receiving a reassuring head nod, pushed himself inside. Ianto reached out and clung onto Simon's shoulders as the man held still to allow Ianto to adjust to the feeling.

Simon remembered his first time being penetrated and tried to think of how he would have liked to have been treated. Very rarely were any of customers concerned with his pleasure but once in a while one of them would brush his sensitive spot making his entire body tremble with pleasure. He entered at different angles trying to find Ianto's spot. When the young man arched his back and moaned, he knew he had found it. From then on, he aimed to hit that spot with every thrust. Ianto began to loosen, allowing him to go deeper and he felt his own orgasm building. From experience, he knew that the customer had to come first so he held himself back and began to stroke Ianto in time with his own hips.

The pain that first assaulted Ianto was beginning to subside and a deep, rolling pleasure coursed through his body. At first he could not understand where the intense bursts of feeling were coming from but he thought back to his research and realized that Simon had to be hitting his prostate. The sensations were starting to overwhelm his senses as wrapped his legs around Simon's waist to draw the young man closer. In his mind, he could hear the flowing American accent that pursued him even in his dreams. Moving along with the man's strokes and thrusts, Ianto peaked in the most passionate orgasm of his life while breathlessly calling the name Jack.

As Ianto was still lying, exhausted on the bed, Simon dressed then went to the bathroom and returned with a damp towel. Almost reverently, he cleaned Ianto's body and even dabbed the sweat from his brow. He hoped that he had given the man a memorable first time and he would not be too sore. The day after his first time, Simon could barely walk and even bled painfully. However, Ianto looked at him with satisfaction in his eyes and a small grin on his face. Before Simon went back to the bathroom, Ianto grabbed his wrist and pulled him down into the sweetest, gentlest kiss he had ever experienced.

Barely bringing their lips together, Ianto closed his eyes and murmured into the kiss, "Thank you."

Once they parted, Simon turned away to hide his flushed face. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a scrap of paper with his mobile number. He handed it to Ianto, telling him, "If . . . you know . . . want to meet again . . ."

Ianto took the paper without looking at it and pointed at the dresser. "Your money is over there."

Simon walked over and took the bills, but, upon counting them, realized it was far too much. He turned and began to protest but Ianto smiled, "Consider it a bonus."

Blushing again, Simon quickly left the flat thinking to himself that he just had sex with an angel.

"How could you do it, Gwen? She tried to kill you, but you still helped her." Jack asked as he stood with his new team member in his office.

Gwen crossed her arms. "Everyone deserves a second chance and I thought that's what she needed."

Jack put his hands on her shoulders and sighed, "She nearly succeeded because you disobeyed a direct order. What am I supposed to do with you?"

Gazing tenderly with her large brown eyes, Gwen answered in a soft, lilting voice, "What do you want to do with me?"

Jack's cock swelled at the implication and, without thinking, he leaned into a lingering kiss. Gwen's small hand fell between his legs and he moaned, all rational thoughts escaping his mind. Quickly, he called over the coms, "Everybody go home for tonight and take your time in the morning."

Kissing him again, Gwen purred, "So I have you all night?"

Jack deepened the kiss and the two lost themselves in their pleasure. He lost track of time and was moving his hand up her shirt, when he snapped back to reality by her mobile ringing. She groaned in frustration as she answered, "Rhys . . . no, I'll be home late tonight . . . don't wait up."

After hanging up, she moved to resume with Jack, but he pushed her back. "We shouldn't do this."

She stepped forward, answering, "I disagree."

For just a moment, Jack began to relent, but walked across the room and spoke decidedly, "No, you need him and this is a mistake."

Pouting, Gwen adjusted her top as she gave Jack one lasting lingering look and left the room. She then left the Hub and went back to her flat to have the long-overdue break-up chat with Rhys. Jack was right and after what happened with Owen, she knew it was time to end it with the man before she hurt him any further. She could then be with Jack without such staggering guilt hanging between them.

When the door closed, Jack let out a sigh of relief and ran his hand through his hair. Before Gwen had come in, he had been planning to go downstairs for his nightly flirting with Ianto. He wondered if perhaps the young man had still remained behind. To his disappointment, the Welshman was gone and had not made his usual nightly pot of coffee. He briefly debated on visiting his flat, but ultimately decided to just be extra charming in the morning.