"…that was sex."

"How is this different?"

"This is making love…"

Ianto could swear there was a heater on in the room, and that the pounding noise in his head was a passing bass drum. It couldn't possibly be because Jack was looking at him with such a soulful look that he was blushing and his heart raced. It couldn't possibly be the fact that he wanted nothing more than to completely give in to the gentle touch on his face and allow Jack to steer them down to the floor.

It couldn't possibly be because he loved this man beyond all reason, and wanted to spend the rest of his days by his side.

It couldn't possibly be any of those things, Ianto told himself. He wasn't the type to give in to random desires, and while Jack had certainly opened his eyes and mind to new and exciting things, there wasn't anything that would lead Ianto to believe that he and Jack had any kind of future together. There was too much unsaid between them, and if Jack wanted a shag, he didn't have to resort to candles and crooning. He should know by now that all he had to do was smile in that way, and Ianto was proverbial putty.

"You don't have to do this." Ianto insisted, trying to ignore the scream of agony that his heart gave as he stepped back from the handsome Captain. Jack huffed out a breath, then smiled at Ianto.

"You really are just so damned infuriating, you know that?" When Ianto didn't say anything, Jack shook his head. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do this?"

"Jack, if you want a shag…" he started to say, but Jack cut him off.

"No, Ianto. I don't. I want you." The emotion was thick in Jack's eyes and voice, and Ianto had to take a deep swallow of his wine.

"Why?" The question was wavering and as soon as he asked it, Ianto wished he hadn't. He really didn't want to hear about Jack's feelings of guilt for abandoning them, and running off with his Doctor. He didn't want to know that now that Gwen was permanently off-limits, Ianto was looking like a better alternative.

He didn't want to hear it, and that's why he set the glass down behind Jack, and cut off his words with a fierce kiss. Not one to turn down a willing partner, Jack became actively involved with removing Ianto's suit jacket and waistcoat.

Ianto ground out a rough sound, and pressed Jack's hips hard into his own, demanding, and pleading. Jack was startled by the animalistic fervor that seemed to have taken Ianto by storm. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying it. After all, a gorgeous, eager young man who wanted to tear his clothing off and have his way with him?

Jack was startled, but not stupid. Once he had successfully divested the Welshman of his shirt and tie, Jack slid his hands down Ianto's back to cup his bum. He drew back on his kisses, making an effort at slowing things down. He didn't want to move too quickly and end up ruining the evening he had planned. He stepped back from Ianto, earning him a deep-throated growl of disapproval from the other man.

Smiling slightly, Jack pressed his hands against Ianto's bare torso. Stumbling back a quick step, the younger man lost his footing, and Jack caught him about the waist, lowering him to the pile of pillows laid out behind him. Slowly, caressingly, Jack showed Ianto his feelings in an easy, decadent way. Words could not find room between the emotive play of their facial expressions, as desires increased and passions were met with love.