"Sir, the representatives from Stark Enterprises are here," Ianto let his phone fall from limp fingers as Jack nipped his shoulder blade.
"Representatives? Plural? Has the lovely Miss Pepper finally brought the equally lovely Miss Romanov for some fun?" Jack poked his head over Ianto's bare shoulder.
"No, it appears to be two men. Mr. Stark himself, and-,"
"Steve…" Jack stilled.
Ianto twisted so Jack's head was on his chest, "You know Captain America?" He really did try to keep the twinge of jealousy from his voice.
Jack chuckled and nipped a line from Ianto's collar bone to his lips, "Yes," a kiss, "But he and I were never together. I think he wanted to… but I would never have been able to do that to his friend. Buck, Bucket, Buckey something. I could see it happening, but it was too fragile to push. Back then," Jack shook his head sadly, "We were friends though,"
Jack pondered.
"Why haven't you talked to him since? You must have known. The Asgard incident almost needed us and U.N.I.T. to intervene," Ianto began to dress, no longer quite as worried, and instead feeling empathy for the time-shunted hero.
"His life has been complicated enough without me showing up all Immortal and sexy and from the future/past/doubled back onto my own timeline and such," Jack sighed, "I have been keeping tabs though. It may not have been time travel in the normal sense, but if he looked like he was gonna break, gonna need my help, then I would have gone to him,"
Jack stood with a languid stretch and began to dress as well, "Don't tell me you were jealous for a second there, Ianto,"
"Never Sir,"
The two grinned at each other and went to discuss how to greet their guests.