Ianto was still fuming and didn't notice the convertible following him until he turned to cross the road and looked directly into the bluest eye he's ever seen.
"Excuse me." Jack called through the window.
Ianto stared at the convertible, loathing it and all it represents. What he'll never have. And then it's as if he turns a switch. He puffs his chest, throws his shoulders back, and sashays towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on his face.
In the driver's seat of the car, Jack is looking furious and distracted.
"Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?" Ianto purred.
"What's that?" Jack frowned looking up into blue, blue eyes.
"You looking' for some company?" Ianto tried again.
"Uh, no. How do I get to the square? Jack looks at his phone.
"What?" Ianto looked at him in open surprise, "you gonna tell me you're lost?"
"Yes." Jack sighed shaking the dead sat-nav on the dash.
"Great. What do I look like a tour guide?" Ianto spat.
Jack took a good look at him, "No, you look like a hooker."
"Actually, I'm a TV star filming for Dr Who, who happens to be out for a walk" Into deadpanned.
"Good. Can you tell me how to get to the square?" Jack repeated.
"Sure. For five bucks." Ianto smiled sweetly.
"That's ridiculous." Jack laughed.
"The price just went up to ten." Ianto shrugged and started to pull away from the car.
"Why don't you just do it out of the goodness of your heart?" Jack was grinning now.
"Sit... and spin." Ianto gestured at his crotch and smiled back.
"Sit-and-spin." Jack laughed, "Alright... why not?"
He pulled out his money clip. As Ianto looked up and saw the dark car from before approaching.
"You have change for a twenty." Jack was enjoying the game and was surprised when Ianto opened the door of the car and jumped in.
"For twenty, I'll show you personally." Ianto panted as the car drew alongside. "Drive."
Jack stared at him and then made a decision and pulled away from the curb noting Ianto's fear as he turned to look behind them.
Looking in the side mirror he noted the car following them.
"Nice car. Yours?" Ianto asked as Jack ground the gears; wincing.
"No." Jack looked at Ianto for comment.
"Stolen?" Ianto asked leaning back into the seat.
"Not exactly." Jack huffs as they cruise along.
"Mind if I turn on some heat?" Ianto asked as he lamented his Jacket still on the back of the door at home. Home! What a joke.
"If you can figure it out, be my guest." Jack shrugged.
Ianto reached out and quickly had heat filling the car as the roof clipped down.
"Very good. You're obviously mechanical." Jack was impressed.
"You're not from London, huh?" Ianto deadpans.
"New York." Jack nodded.
"What motel you staying at?" Ianto was comfortable now and was getting back to business.
"Huh" Jack was confused.
"Okay, what hotel?" he tried again.
"I have the penthouse at the Hyatt. I bet you know it." Jack smiled as he watched Ianto settling.
"Yeah, I peed in the fountain there once." Ianto snarked "Give me a break. That's privately owned people pods!"
Jack glanced over to make another comment as they stopped at an intersection and the light hit Ianto's face. God he was gorgeous, even with the smoky eye shadow shit on.
"What's your name?" Jack demanded softly.
"What do you want it to be?" Ianto sleazed then smiled good-naturedly, "Ianto. My name's Ianto."
"You like being a whore, Ianto?" Jack asked.
"It pays." Ianto shrugged.
"So do day jobs." Jack muttered but Ianto caught it.
"Day jobs, yeah. I've tried them." Ianto snorted, "Turn right."
"Must be dangerous. Hooking." Jack tried to be less insulting.
Tell me about it, and who knows where half the guys I pick up have been. I mean, I use condoms. Always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I'm probably safer." Ianto said looking out into the night rolling past.
"Very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card." Jack huffed.
"If you're making fun of me, I don't like it." Ianto snarled looking for a corner to get out at. Fuck this for twenty measly pounds.
"Sorry. If I did, I didn't mean to." Jack sighed as he saw Ianto's hand reaching for the door handle. After a few moments he changed his mind and pulls the hand up to chew on his nails instead.
"Ugly habit, biting your nails." Jack said automatically.
"You don't know habits, you think this is ugly." Into laughed softly without malice.
"Okay, pull over. Let me out." Ianto finally said pointing at the corner ahead, "I've got to get back to work."
"What do you charge for company," Jack found himself asking and Ianto stopped opening the door and turned back to him.
"Company would cost you... a hundred dollars." He said with an eyebrow raised.
"For the whole night?" Jack asked with surprise.
"For an hour." Ianto laughed with a shake of his head.
"You're joking." Jack said as surprise turned to shock
"I never joke about money." Ianto shook his head.
"Neither do I." Jack returned, "A hundred bucks an hour though. That's pretty stiff."
"Ianto reached across the seat. His hand felt Jack's lap.
"No, but it's getting there." Into purred. Wow big!
"Ianto, how much to put up with me for the entire night?"
"You couldn't afford it." Ianto shot back as he removed one of his long booted legs from the car.
"Try me." Jack demanded.
A moment. Then Ianto's sexy smile came back on. "Three hundred."
"Fine." Jack barked as Ianto put his seatbelt on and they moved back into traffic.
"What's your name, lover." Ianto looked at Jack closely.
Jack, my name is Jack."
They enter the carpark of the Hyatt and exit the car. Jack stops at the rear of the car and turns to Ianto. He takes a moment to get his breath. He gestures toward the back.
"My coat's in the back. Put it on." He says softly.
"Why?" Ianto asked in confusion.
"You may feel more comfortable. This is not the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour." Jack tried to be diplomatic.
"You mean they don't have whores." Ianto sniffed pulling the large coat around himself.
"Every place has hookers, but if this place has hookers, they don't look like they're..." Jack struggled for the less offensive term.
"Off the downtown bus." Ianto giggled and they walked into the main foyer stopping him dead with wonder.
They get to the penthouse without Ianto speaking and Jack orders some food from room service as he watches Ianto stalk about the place like a tiger.
"Impressed?" Jack asked as the room service trolley is left by the table and Jack pulls out a chair for Ianto.
Ianto is but doesn't want to admit it instead he deadpans that was is a by the hour room last time he was here and is rewarded with a snort of amusement.
Jack finds that Ianto's humour is growing on him … among other things.
"So," Ianto calls out looking out over the pool area, "What are you going to do with me, Sir?"
"Um." Jack laughed nervously thrown by the title, "I don't know."
Ianto turned with raised eyebrows at stare at him.
"Well Lover, the meter's running. Choose!" he growled by Jack's side so quickly that Jack feels the air shift around them.
"Try a strawberry." Jack invites reaching for the bowl.
"Why?" Ianto cocked his head to one side.
"Because they bring out the flavour of the champagne." Jack purred stoking Ianto's cheek as he used his other hand to snaffle a strawberry and present it to Ianto's lips.
"Jesus, you act like you're seducing some Valley boy you picked up in a gay club." Ianto laughed looking at the proffered strawberry suspiciously.
"Ianto... the meter's running...cooperate." Jack pleaded shaking the strawberry.
After a moment Ianto bites half the strawberry from Jack's hand being sure to let his lips touch Jack's fingers and the gasp of raw lust is a good reward for eating something he had refused already.
"You really are a very beautiful man." Jack whispers as he caresses his cheek.
"Just a romantic, that's you." Ianto's blush is gorgeous and Jack is let speechless. He lent closer to taste and …
"Not on the lips." Ianto demands, pulling Jack towards the bed.