Jack frowned at the fancy silver contraption sitting on Ianto's counter. He pushed a button here, pulled a lever there, and then grinned when steaming water began to trickle through the filter and into the pot. Today, he had conquered coffee. He stroked the machine affectionately.
"Flirting with the coffee machine, sir?" Ianto's voice came from behind him, filled with humor. "Should I give you two a moment?"
Jack chuckled, turning around and moving over to where Ianto stood in the doorway. "It would never work out," he explained, slipping his arms around Ianto's waist. "She's a little bit country, and I'm a little bit…adult contemporary."
"Don't forget show tunes," Ianto quipped, holding Jack's arms. "I've heard you in the showers at the Hub."
"Eavesdropping, were you, Ianto?"
"Part of my job, sir. Watching out for the staff."
Jack's grin morphed into a simple smile. He cupped Ianto's face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. "How're you feeling?"
"Not bad, considering," the man answered, returning Jack's smile. "Thank you. For the aspirin and the water."
"But of course, Ianto," Jack winked, leaning forward to kiss Ianto softly. He pulled out of his arms and moved towards the counter. "Coffee?"
Ianto's eyebrow rose. "I'm not so sure, sir," he told him, stepping closer and peeking around Jack at the machine. "Does it taste like coffee or petrol?"
Jack's hand clasped his chest. "I'm offended, Ianto!"
Ianto smirked. "No you're not." He accepted the mug Jack handed him and slowly took a sip. His eyes widened. "Wow. This isn't half bad, sir."
"A little confidence, then, next time, hmm?" Jack asked, moving around Ianto but pausing to kiss a tempting patch of skin on his neck. "I called Gwen and Tosh this morning," he continued, disappearing into the recently vacated bedroom and banging through drawers.
Ianto followed him, holding his mug of coffee between both hands and wearing a look of amused concern. "Alright. And I suppose there's a reason you're trifling through my wardrobe?" he asked.
Jack grinned at him, holding up a pair of jeans and a red polo shirt. "Yes, there is."
"Sir?"
"We're going out today, Ianto."
"Hence calling Gwen and Tosh? We won't be working today, then?"
"Nope," Jack confirmed, placing Ianto's clothes on the bed. "I'm going to dash back to the Hub to shower and change, leave them the SUV, then meet you back here."
Ianto took another sip of his coffee and then fixed Jack with his amused eyes. "And I'm to wear that outfit, sir?"
"That's the plan."
"Are you going to tell me what we'll be doing?" Ianto asked, as jack exited the bedroom and moved into the lounge to collect his things.
"Nope."
"It's a secret?"
"For now, yes," Jack replied, tying his shoes. He reached for his coat but Ianto was too quick, holding it out for him. Jack smiled. "Trust me, Ianto. Date number two will be an adventure."
Suddenly Ianto's hands were on Jack's hips and he found himself with his arms full of Welshman, their bodies touching from lips to groin. Jack moaned into the kiss, cupping Ianto's head and tasting the coffee he'd just been drinking. When the kiss broke Jack was panting and Ianto just smirked, picking his mug up off the table where he'd left it and heading back toward the kitchen.
"You should get going then, sir," Ianto told him, rinsing the mug out under the tap before placing it on the counter. "Before I change my mind."
"About what?"
"About wanting to date you," Ianto deadpanned. "After all, you're awfully cheeky, sir, assuming there'd be a second date."
Jack's eyes narrowed and he shook his fist, growling. He then smiled and turned for the door. "Be back in under an hour, Ianto."
"See you then, sir."
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He had to admit he had outdone himself, this time. Ianto's expression when Jack had shown back up in dark jeans and crisp, pale yellow shirt was priceless. "Ready to go?" he'd asked at the door, not bothering with a formal greeting.
"Y-yes, Jack," Ianto had stammered, hurriedly closing and locking the door behind them. He looked fantastic in the outfit Jack had picked out for him, if Jack did say so himself. Red was definitely his color.
And now they were enjoying the rare sunshine, side by side astride horses they'd hired for a couple of hours. Jack hadn't been sure Ianto could ride, but the animals were extremely well-tempered, and it wouldn't have mattered if Ianto hadn't known from which side to mount.
Luckily it hadn't been an issue, however, as Ianto, it appeared, was a natural. His eyes had lit up when they'd pulled up to the stables, and he'd shown he knew his way around horses as he checked to make sure the girth was tightened properly before they left for their ride.
"So, good surprise date?" Jack asked him hopefully, slowing his horse to a stop.
Ianto pulled up beside him, leaning over to give him a tender kiss. "An excellent surprise date, sir," he replied, before kissing Jack again. Then, "I never would have guessed you to be a horse person."
Jack chuckled. "I could say the same for you, Ianto."
"Yes, well…"
Jack beamed. "It suits you."
"What suits me, sir? The mud, the muck, or the boots?"
"All of it," Jack said, picking up the reins again. "It's quite a turn on."
"Ah, I see," Ianto nodded, giving his horse a slight nudge. They started down the trail that would take them back toward the stables. "Remind me to put on my cowboy hat later."
Jack's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yup."
"That's hot, Ianto."
"So I've been told."
Jack scowled. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes, sir."
Jack growled playfully, walking his horse close beside the young Welshman. "But you do realize the cowboy hat wouldn't really work, right? After all, we're riding English."
"In jeans," Ianto pointed out, raising a knowing eyebrow. "Not exactly your normal English riding gear. And besides, I wasn't planning to wear the hat while riding. Well, not the horse, anyway."
With that Ianto winked and then clicked his tongue, nudging the horse with his heels as he took off at a canter, leaving a stunned Jack behind him.
TBC…
