Ianto stood at the bus station waiting for his ride home. It had been a long night tending to his patients and all he wanted to do was curl up in his nice warm bed and sleep, hopefully without the interruption of the warning sirens.
Seeing the bus come around the corner he shuffled forward with the rest of the line ready to get on the bus as in pulled to as stop beside them. When the bus pulled to a stop everyone crammed onto the bus, not everyone at the station would fit, some would wait for the next bus. It was only five minutes away but by the looks of it Ianto was going to be one of the lucky ones.
A pair of large firm shoulders covered in a military coat pushed their way in front of him, cutting the line. Ianto bit back the curse knowing it wouldn't do him any good, besides the pusher wasn't that much bigger than himself.
With a practiced ease of working in a crowded area Ianto easily slipped into front of the other man. The warm breath of the pusher blew across the back of his neck as he chuckled in amusement. Ianto wasn't particularly amused at the man's gall or his reaction as the warm breath made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Just as Ianto was about to step onto the bus he feels a gentle nudge in the back and someone pokes him in the ribs. It wouldn't have done much damage if the poke hadn't landed right on a bruise he'd received at work a few days prior. The sudden stab of pain made him loose focus and with a rather clumsy misstep he ended up sitting on the curb looking up as the man took his spot on the over-crowded bus.
The bus slowly began to pull away leaving Ianto there as the pusher gave him a smile and wink. Had Ianto not been so mad he may have paid attention to the fact that the man was quite attractive. Not one to be outdone a plan formed in his mind.
Ianto thanked whoever was listening that the bus could only move at little more than a walking pace in the crowded street. Making sure the man was still watching him, Ianto went to stand, getting half way up before faking a dizzy spell and collapsing back down, one hand on his head the other on his stomach.
It isn't long before Ianto hears booted feet come to a stop beside him and a warm strong hand rested on his shoulder. Cracking an eye open Ianto sees the military boots stopped beside him. Bingo.
"Hey, are you all right?" a deep voice asks and Ianto's momentarily surprised to hear an American accent.
Ianto stands up smoothly, dusting himself off and straightening his uniform. Looking up he doesn't look at the man merely glances over the soldier's shoulder with a small smirk, "I'm sorry. It appears you've missed your bus,"
He didn't even need to look the man in the face to see him bristle, shoulders tensing beneath the coat.
Turning the man began to limp away and Ianto felt guilt surge through him, how had he missed that he was an injured soldier. With all his medical training he should have seen it, hell he saw he many men with such injuries on a daily basis. Making sure no vehicles were moving down the road Ianto crossed the street to catch up to the other man.
"I'm terribly sorry, I..."
The man spun to face Ianto, smug smirk firmly in place, with a small skip he spun himself around the nearest post before dashing back across the road towards the bus stop. There was nothing wrong with the man's leg at all; he was using Ianto's own game against him.
Annoyed Ianto stalked after the man, pausing slightly as a bus drove between them, the bus he should have been on, the second he's missed this morning because of this man.
"You seem to have missed your bus," the man said when Ianto finally caught up to him.
"I don't own a bus," Ianto retorted instantly.
"I'll buy you one," the man replied just as quickly.
"How nice, a rich Yank. No thank you."
Ianto turned and began to walk down the street towards the hospital, he should at least try to get to work and he was sure he'd come across another bus as he made his way there. He had to admit as annoying as the man was he was he a handsome one and the Uniform suited him, especially that coat. Ianto had always loved those coats, but there were few men he'd seen who wore them so well.
A gentle but firm hand caught his elbow bringing him to a halt, "If you don't want a bus, how about some tea, that's what you drink around here isn't it?"
"I don't drink tea, only coffee," Ianto replied turning back to look at the other man.
"Even better," the man grinned gesturing for Ianto to follow him into a nearby coffee shop. Ianto nodded and waited till the man was in front of him before letting the smile grace his lips.