Chapter Two
Walking to the door, Ianto looked back at Jack and almost sneered. He would have to do without tonight, but Jack couldn't keep him here forever and after he'd answered the Captain's question tomorrow, he'd go out and buy himself a bottle.
Ianto went back down to the guest room muttering in Welsh. Jack had got one over on him and he was not pleased. So what if he'd been drinking a little too much lately. He had the right. After Lisa and what happened to her…Jack killed her…murdered her in cold blood. Ianto missed being with her. His time spent with Lisa was now at an end and the young man didn't know what to do with his time. He lived to save her, now that had changed. Then Jack had a brilliant idea…Let's take Ianto Jones out in the field and help him forget all his worries. Yeah, right! He nearly ended up on the wrong end of a filthy meat cleaver and a meal for cannibals!
Owen had become his 'new best friend'. Maybe that was because Ianto paid for the drinks. But the young Welshman didn't mind. What else was he supposed to spend his money on? He already had enough suits, shirts and ties. He didn't need anything really. No, that was a lie. He did need something and maybe that's the real reason he was drinking so heavily. He wanted…dare he admit it? He wanted Captain Jack Harkness. Wanted him so much, he could taste him. Wanted him so much that whenever Jack was close by, his heart beat faster and he began to tremble. He tried to tell himself it was just 'hero' worship, nothing more nothing less. But he knew deep down, that he was in love with Jack.
Going into the bathroom, Ianto turned on the shower, stripped off his clothes and got into the small cubical. The water washed over his tired body as he leaned his hands against the wall. Lifting his head, tears mingled with the water coursing down his face. Sobs came from him, unlike any he'd ever heard come from his mouth before. His body shook from pent up emotion. 'God, I hate you, Harkness! But how I love you!'
Twenty minutes later, Ianto was curled up on the bed with a towel around his waist. His hair was damp, but he didn't seem to care. Sobs still racked his body and he was hoping that Jack wasn't anywhere near to hear him. He knew that the guest quarters didn't have CCTV in them, so Jack couldn't watch him.
Somewhere during the night, Ianto fell into a dreamy sleep…
"Hey, Ianto, come over here." Jack said, a smile on his face .
Ianto walked over to stand by the immortal.
Jack curled his fingers around the slightly smaller hand of the Welshman. "All this time and I never knew."
Ianto blushed.
"Don't you know, I love you, too? I love you, too. I love… I love…Love…"
Ianto woke with a start, sweat covering his naked chest. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.
"Jack…" he whispered into the darkness.
The tears started to fall again as he tried to curl into an even tighter ball. He screwed his eyes up, trying to stem the flow of tears but it didn't work.
"Jack!" he almost screamed.
TBC
Sorry it's so short, I wanted to get the feel of it without too much conversation… enjoy