Chapter 7: First Kiss

Ianto was in the kitchen making the first round of coffee for himself and Jack when Jack showed up next to him. It was still early, and Jack and Ianto were alone in the Hub.

"Have I mentioned that you look really good in those suits?" Jack asked, leaning against the counter.

"Not since yesterday, sir," Ianto answered, pouring Jack's coffee.

"Well, you do. You look delicious."

"Careful, that could be considered harassment," Ianto murmured softly as he handed Jack his mug.

"Really?" Jack sounded intrigued.

"Oh, yes," Ianto continued, making his own cup. "It's in the personnel handbooks you've so conveniently misplaced. No flirting with the staff." He turned expectantly to Jack.

"What else is in the handbook, Ianto?"

"No kissing the staff."

"No kissing?" Jack wondered, putting his coffee down and stepping closer to Ianto, invading his personal space. "Not even if the employee in question were to put down his coffee and close his eyes?"

"Especially not then, sir," Ianto replied, carefully placing his coffee on the counter. "Even if the employee were to pull you closer."

Ianto gripped Jack's waist and closed his eyes as he pulled Jack roughly against him. He could feel Jack's breath on his cheek, on his lips, as Jack bent slightly to press their lips together. Ianto responded eagerly. Jack leaned in, placing his hands on the counter on either side of Ianto, effectively capturing him. Jack's tongue slid along Ianto's lips until Ianto opened his mouth so he could taste Jack as Jack was tasting him. Jack pulled Ianto's tongue into his mouth and sucked gently.

Ianto moaned. Heat filled his body, radiating out from his chest. When he felt his cock beginning to respond, he pressed his palms flat against Jack's chest and gently pushed him away.

"Definitely harassment," Ianto whispered, a smile on his slightly swollen lips.

"So I shouldn't do it again?" Jack asked, flirtation warring with disappointment in his voice.

"I never said that, sir."

"No, you didn't," Jack said, darting forward to peck Ianto's lips quickly before grabbing his coffee mug and climbing down the stairs to the main floor of the Hub. "I'll hold you to that, Mr. Jones," he called behind him as he entered his office, whistling off-key, clearly happy.

Ianto sighed. I'll have him in my bed as quickly as I want him, he thought, touching his lips briefly. Distract him enough, and Lisa will be safe. Keep that in mind, Jones. Don't let him distract you in return.

***TW TW TW***

"We haven't had time to talk lately," Ianto said to Lisa as he sat on a stool next to her life support unit. He took her hand, noting that it was cold again. "It's been so busy that I haven't been able to do more than check in the last few days. I'm sorry."

He waited for a reply, but she remained silent. He sighed. Water dripped from a hole in the warehouse roof, making a splashing sound that distracted him briefly.

"I kissed Jack." He let go of her hand to run his fingers through his hair. "Well, he kissed me. I just kissed him back. It was nothing like I expected." Better, he thought. Much better than I expected.

Lisa's eyes opened and Ianto waited to see which voice she'd use. "The plan is working, then?" she asked in the robotic way that had become more and more common as the days passed.

"Yes," he answered. "He gave me another level of security passwords later in the day. I can access the secret garage and docking bay now. I can get you in when the time's right."

"It must be soon."

"I know, darling. I'm working on it. We just have to wait until they're all gone over night. I can't risk it, otherwise."

"Why not?"

"Jack lives at the Hub. He's always there. I have to make sure there's no chance he'd come back and find us in the middle of the transfer."

"Seduce him. We can transfer while he is sleeping after intercourse," Lisa said pragmatically.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Ianto protested. "For all we know, he's the type to be energized by sex. It might make him more on his guard."

"Drug him."

"I'm not drugging my boss!"

"You need to hurry. This unit will not function much longer without a more controlled environment."

"You mean the conversion unit? I can get more supplies. Just tell me what you need."

Lisa named a dozen parts, most of which he had in storage from ransacking the debris of Torchwood London, only a few he needed to steal from the Hub.

"I better go," Ianto whispered, leaning to kiss her lips, which were colder than her hands, if at all possible. What was going on with her? He squeezed her hand and stood.

"Ianto?" Lisa asked in her normal voice.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"You're still my boyfriend even if you sleep with him. I know you love me and are doing it for us."

"Yup." Ianto smiled at her, kissed her again. Even if it's really my fantasy, too, he thought. It's hard not to think of him, most of the time.

As if hearing his thought, Lisa continued. "You liked kissing him, didn't you?"

"I —"

"I told you you would," she interrupted. "Remember? I told you you'd like it with him."

"Lisa, I don't know if I can do it."

"Ianto, you know full well that I can't be with you like that. Not yet anyway."

"It doesn't feel right, doing it with him when you're here, like this."

"It will," she reassured him. "Take it a day at a time. Do some research. I know how you like research. Kiss him again and see what it's like. If you like it, do it. When I'm better, we can all three be together, right? That'll be nice, right? Think of it as practice for that."

"Practice?" Ianto yelped.

"Practice," she repeated.