Title: Timing Isn't Everything
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Jack/John, reunion in a bar: how it might have gone if John hadn't had an agenda' on comment-fic.
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It went just like every time he'd reunited with John: hot, violent and with a high enough density of sins per minute to throw off Jack's score for the decade.
The first kiss was always blistering after they'd been apart for a while, and for Jack it had been a very long time. Then there was the playground scrapping that didn't do any real harm, but always got their blood flowing, and the requisite groping and drinking and eye-fucking and God it had been far too long since Jack had done this.
After all that, Jack told him to leave. As much as he'd love to continue, he needed to fix things with his team first. Not to mention, he was planning something with Ianto; he had a suave line about a date that he was planning to surprise the younger man with at an opportune moment.
The look of shock on John's face was bittersweet."Time was you couldn't have enough of me on your territory," John retorted, before shooting the glass out from in front of his team.
However much they might make it seem otherwise, the Time Agency did teach more than how to lay any species you came across. John read the situation quickly and disappeared using the teleport on his Vortex Manipulator, popping out of existence with a flash of blue light and a significant wink to Jack.
As he brushed aside the concerns of his team, Jack decided: he'd ask Ianto out tomorrow. Tonight, he had other plans.