Disclaimer: Okay, honestly. If I owned Jack, Ianto, or anyone from Torchwood, would I really have to write fanfiction to give them the bloody date I wanted them to have? No. So it's kind of obvious that I don't own, so don't sue. xoxo.

Rating: T. But there is a mention of an erection in this chapter, so...be warned.

Note: Today made eighteen messages. Four reviews, ten story alert notifications, three favorite story notifications (which kind of just really blew me away), and one author alert notification. I know you guys really don't care about this sort of stuff, but it makes me feel like I'm doing something right here. The delay was mainly because I hated everything I had created for a day, but I finally regained confidence in it. Thank you all for the kind words; I love every one of you. And Reese's ice cream for Robert (Ragnarock45), who was pretty much my beta, telling me of my grammatical errors, and aiding in things that I failed to notice in the preliminary read-throughs.


Jack made his way to Ianto's flat, zipping through the rush hour-clogged streets of Cardiff with ease. He'd picked a black sport bike for the date. It was classy enough, he thought, yet it was unique. At least, he had never seen anyone take their date out for dinner on a "crotch rocket." At a stoplight, he glanced down at the address he had quickly scribbled down from Ianto's official Torchwood file.

Richmond Road. Jack managed to find it after a few minutes of searching and parked near what he presumed to be the correct set of buildings. They were made of gray stone, which looked slightly weathered. The trim around the windows was painted a stark white in contrast, though they looked slightly orange in the glow of the streetlights that were just starting to turn on for the evening.

Jack took a guess and picked a building, making his way up to the third floor. "300..." he murmured, scanning the doors as he walked past. "305...no...310...no..." He mumbled little things to himself about the numbers, attempting to reason out an approximate location. It took a few minutes, but he finally worked out that the numbers went by fives and, logically, the fourth door should be...

"Found it!" he announced in triumph, striking the cherry oak door with two knuckles.

Inside, Ianto was pulling on his other charcoal Converse All-Star. He heard the rapping on the door and swore under his breath, hopping across the flat as he tried, in vain, to tie his shoe as he moved toward the door. "Hang on a second," he called. He stopped to look at his stopwatch. "You've got two minutes!"

"You really started the stopwatch, Ianto?" Jack mused, leaning against the door. "Really?"

"Sometimes you like to show up late. If it wasn't for me, you'd get nowhere on time."

Jack only laughed. "Hurry up."

"You're a minute and forty seconds early!"

"Don't complain!"

Ianto hit the small button once more and finished tying his shoe. He cracked the door just enough so he could get out, and slipped into the corridor.

"Well don't you look incredible," the Time Agent said softly. "I like the rolled up sleeves, Ianto. They look good on you."

Ianto blushed. "Ah, yeah... Thank you." He stumbled over his words. "You look good, ah, too."

Jack grinned. He hadn't changed at all, figuring his slightly informal style of work dress was acceptable for all occasions. He hadn't even swapped out the coat. "Ready?" he asked, holding his hand out to the young tea boy, who took it gently. Jack led him down the stairs and out the door into the cool Welsh night. He stopped in front of the bike. "This is our chariot for the evening."

Ianto took one look at the bike and shook his head. "Oh, God. Jack, are you crazy? Has your ancient brain gone mad? I really don't think that's a good idea-it's not a good idea for one person. Let alone t—why are you laughing? This isn't funny!" He had seen motorbike accidents. They weren't pretty, and he didn't know if Jack could even drive one of these things.

"Hey, I got here fine, didn't I?"

"I don't know if you took a spill! You heal almost immediately!"

Jack only chuckled. He examined the uncomfortable expression that had spread across Ianto's face. Sighing, he pulled the tails of the coat underneath his body and swung his leg around the body of the bike. "C'mon," he coaxed, patting the space behind him. "I won't kill you. Promise."

Ianto was hesitant, but he did as Jack requested, carefully sitting on the bike. Jack handed him a helmet, and he put it on cautiously, double-checking everything he could to ensure it wouldn't fall off. He sat straight, holding onto the sides of the bike.

"Okay, Jack," he said softly. "I'm ready.

"You can hold onto me, Ianto. It's okay."

He slid forward on the seat and pressed his body to Jack's, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. Jack started up the bike and started into his lane, and flicked his wrist, accelerating quickly. Ianto let out a yelp and tightened his grip around Jack's body, resting his chin on his shoulder and closing his eyes. They opened only to glance at the world that flew past them, which looked more like sleek and smooth waves of light rather than anything that had been built or inhabited. He wasn't sure where they were. He had no idea how Jack could have had any clue where they were going, where they were, or anything of the like.

They came to a stoplight and Jack put his foot on the ground to stabilize the bike. "You okay, Ianto?" he asked with a smile, turning his head so he could watch the other out of the corner of his eye.

Ianto bit his lip and flipped the helmet visor up. "Yeah. Just...not used to riding on these things."

"I can tell." Jack winked.

A blush came to Ianto's cheeks. He knew exactly what Jack was referring to. Straddling the motorbike was still new to him—he'd only ever ridden one once, and decided it was a bad idea—and the vibrations of the bike beneath his body were sending little jolts through his body. Ianto had noticed about three miles into the journey that his pants felt a little smaller; as the trip went on, the smaller they got. It was slightly uncomfortable and he was extremely embarrassed. Before Jack could make a comment, he flipped the visor back down and forced himself to sit so his pelvic area was away from Jack's body, for fear of making his condition worse.

Jack took off as soon as the light switched to green, and within a few minutes they had arrived at St. David's Shopping Centre. Jack guided the bike into a parking spot that was close to the sidewalk, shutting it off and pocketing the keys in his coat. "Ianto," he began with a laugh, "you can let go now. We're here."

"Oh, right." Ianto let go of Jack's waist and pulled the helmet from his head. He stood and placed it on the seat. He ran his hands through his hair as Jack stood and straightened his coat out. They exchanged a small smile and Jack led his date into Prezzo, a hand pressed gently between his shoulder blades.