Jack Harkness was caught, hypnotized. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't look away, and the longer he looked, the deeper he was drawn in until there was no way out of the snare. It was like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cobra. He knew the danger he was in, but there was nothing for it. He was a goner. Yet again.
Ianto glanced up to find Jack sitting across the room, dazed. It looked for all the world like a petit mal seizure to Ianto, and given all that Jack had lived through, countless times, he wouldn't begin to doubt that there was some sort of side effect.
He fished the stopwatch from his pocket and clicked it to time the seizure, if that was what it was. "Jack?" Ianto asked softly, mindful not to try to 'snap' him out of it.
Immediately, the glaze lifted from Jack's eyes and he focused on Ianto's concerned look. "What?"
"Was that a seizure you just had, Jack? Rhi used to have them when we were kids and -"
Jack grinned. "Nope. Actually, it was all your fault."
Ianto frowned deeply.
"Well, it was!" Jack insisted. "You, sitting there with your tie off and those top two buttons undone. That's practically pornographic. How am I not going to be transfixed?"
A raised brow accompanied Ianto's frown as he reached up with one hand and rebuttoned his shirt. "Better, sir? Don't want you being distracted."
Jack's pout was wasted as Ianto's focus returned to the work in front of him. Now he had no excuse but to get back to his own work. Damn that enthralling patch of skin!