When Jack is sure everyone has gone, he heads down to the archives to find Ianto. He finds him asleep on an old sofa that Jack recognizes as a previous inhabitant of the main Hub, moved down to the archives after New Year's Eve 1999.

The tattered cushions have been covered with a thick, navy blue fleece blanket and there are two bed pillows wedged behind Ianto's head. When Jack's eyes fall upon Ianto's face, he chooses to push the old memories aside and opts for studying the sleeping researcher instead.

Ianto's mouth is slightly open, and his right hand is resting on his chest, just over his heart, his left arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, an open file resting just out of his reach; several papers have fallen out. Jack thinks Ianto looks quite sexy with his tie loosened, jacket off and sleeves rolled up.

Without really thinking it through, he bends down and kisses the tip of Ianto's nose.

No sooner than Jack's lips touch his skin, Ianto's eyes snap open, and he grabs the side of the sofa, sitting bolt upright.

Jack reels backwards.

"Whoa! Easy there, Ianto. It's just me. I didn't mean to scare you."

"What the bloody hell, Jack? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Ianto is panting and looking about frantically. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long. I really didn't mean to startle you."

"What are you doing down here anyway?" Ianto asks, unable to hide his annoyance.

"I was looking for you," Jack says sincerely. "I was hoping we could talk."

Ianto is fidgeting and looking over Jack's shoulder.

"Everyone else has gone home," Jack says.

Ianto bends down to pick up the scattered file. When he stands, he's mere inches from Jack's face. His eyes lock onto Jack's lips as the file falls to the floor again. Instead of reaching for the file, Ianto grabs Jack's face and pulls him in tight for a sloppy but heated kiss. Jack grips Ianto's shoulders and starts to pull away, but Ianto grabs him by the waist and pulls him back firmly.

"Now hang on…" mumbles Jack as best he can. Ianto stops and raises an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

"I'm not complaining, Ianto, but what brought this on?"

Ianto bites his bottom lip and stares in silence for a moment. "Do we have to talk?" he asks, pressing forward toward Jack. He places his hands on Jack's chest and trails them down to his belt. When he starts unfastening it, Jack looks from the man's face to his hands and back again before breathing out a choked "no."

Ianto responds wordlessly to the reply by continuing the movements of his determined fingers on the fly of the dark grey trousers.

As Ianto's fingers begin to lower his zipper, Jack realizes he has been holding his breath. He releases it in a shaky sigh and it catches Ianto's attention.

"Something wrong, sir?" Ianto asks with a smirk, his voice thick and heavy with seduction.

Jack swallows, blinking. He is trying to come up with one of his usual innuendo-laced responses, but nothing comes to mind. He can't look away from Ianto's slightly flushed face. The light is low, but Jack can still see the details of the younger man's expression and the pout of his full mouth.

He looks absolutely delicious.

Jack watches a pink tongue dart out to subconsciously moisten parted lips. He feels a surge of arousal at the thought of Ianto's tongue on him. He looks up and meets Ianto's blue eyes with his own.

Ianto is searching Jack's face as if he's daring him to say something suggestive.

"I thought we weren't talking," Jack replies, barely hanging on to his ability to speak.

Shit, Harkness…just shut up.

Ianto laughs and simply says "Quite right, Jack. I'd rather occupy your mouth in other ways."

Jack's eyes widen in shock as the sentence sinks in and Ianto's lips meet his own. Jack responds by pressing his tongue into Ianto's open mouth. He is acutely aware of every place where their bodies are touching and it makes his skin tingle with anticipation.

As Jack struggles to find his bearings, he realizes that Ianto's right hand has found its mark and is now groping him frantically inside of his open trousers. Jack's cock is already pressing tightly against agile fingers.

If only Ianto knew how rare an occurrence it was for the immortal captain to be flustered by another's sexual advances, he might have been intimidated by the magnitude of the situation. But his mind is so thoroughly occupied by his own lust and a lingering worry that Jack might become suspicious of the sudden attention that he can only focus on the task at hand.

Without removing his hand from Jack's growing erection, Ianto winds his left hand around Jack's waist and pulls him in closer. It's messy and fumbling, but Ianto is working his hand over Jack's cock, creating a frantic rhythm that Jack finds exceptionally erotic under the circumstances.

In spite of his obvious arousal and the intense response to Ianto's touch, Jack's mind is reeling. His tongue is frantically searching Ianto's mouth as if he's looking for the answer to a question he cannot will himself to ask.

Why now?

Jack had wanted this to happen — well perhaps his own fantasy of their first encounter was a bit more explicit — but he can't understand why Ianto is so desperate to keep him from speaking. It's unsettling because the two have yet to fully acknowledge their budding attraction to one another. Yet here they are fumbling in the dark like a couple of teenagers.

But Ianto isn't much of a talker, Jack thinks. Maybe this is the only way he can acknowledge it.

By now Jack is so turned on by this unexpected display of lust that he can't think about anything beyond the feeling of the firm grip on his cock. For now his apprehension is buried beneath their mutual desire for release.

When Jack fumbles for Ianto's belt, his wrist grazes Ianto's hardening cock, causing him to bite Jack's bottom lip playfully. Jack manages to get Ianto's trousers open and places his palm against the younger man's straining erection, but the weight of Ianto's body pressing into him causes Jack to stumble slightly. So Ianto pushes Jack toward the nearest wall so they both have more leverage.

With the cold wall at his back, Jack lets out an audible hiss that quickly dissolves into a moan. Those full, pink lips have found his neck and Ianto begins to hungrily bite his way toward Jack's ear.

It's sloppy and slightly uncomfortable standing up, but the two are so desperate for contact, that neither one lasts long. They come within seconds of each other.

Panting into Jack's ear, Ianto leans forward with his eyes closed, placing his left hand on the wall near Jack's head. He rests his head on his hand.

Jack sags backward into the wall. "Well that was unexpected," he says. Jack's arms are slack along his sides and he is struggling to catch his breath.

Ianto simply nips at Jack's ear and says, "I really should go."

Before Jack can regain his composure, Ianto is zipping his fly and retrieving both his jacket and the fallen file folder. He turns to leave but quickly glances back at Jack.

"I'll wipe the CCTV footage in the morning, sir."

And with that, he leaves Jack leaning against the wall with his pants undone, breathing heavily. Jack smirks to himself.

"It's always the quiet ones," he says to no one.

Several hours later, after Ianto has gone home and Jack has watched the CCTV footage at least three times, Jack finds himself making a mental list of ways to get his youngest employee alone and what the pair can attempt when he does.

I bet he's got an exceptionally dirty mind. This could be fun.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took me longer than normal. I was debating whether I wanted to venture into smut territory. I finally decided that Jack/Ianto stories are always better when there's at least some smut involved. ; )