I'm sorry again for the insane wait between chapters, it seems like this fic just didn't want to be written the past few weeks, i've had writers block like a bitch as well as having to be away from my laptop for a week while i was down in London for the Olympics (not that i didn't enjoy them!). But finally, here it is, and it's some proper Janto interaction for you!

Hope you enjoy,

Over and out xxx

Ianto could feel his cheeks burning bright red as he sat up straighter, trying in vain to rearrange the blankets into any sense or normalcy.

Every move he made amplified the sticky, uncomfortable feeling that made him constantly aware of what he had just dreamed about, and he found that he could hardly look Jack in the eye as he choked out "It was no-nothing... I just thought I heard you outside. Yes, I thought you were outside and wondered whether you had breakfast for me. So I must have called your name unconsciously."

His cheeks were still flaming as he stammered out his fake explanation, but his breathing was starting to return to normal, and he felt almost able to look at Jack and not want to hide at the sight of him. He was cringing on the inside, and he didn't think he would ever shake the awkward feeling in his gut that Jack was provoking as he stood in the doorway, as good looking as ever and with an adorable but slightly patronising smile on his face.

"That's fine Ianto but I was actually coming to see if you wanted lunch. It's just past three in the afternoon." Jack laughed a little, stepping further into the room so he could shut the door behind himself and not attract attention from the other people in the house.

Ianto blinked, still not quite awake enough to make sense of the fact that he had slept solid for about seventeen hours. Unless of course, he hadn't gone to sleep as early as he thought he had. He had no real sense of time at all in the cellar, relying on Jack's meal time stops at the room to keep his timekeeping anywhere close to accurate.

Jack, seeing his confusion, added "I brought your tea a little later than normal last night, so you might not have gone to sleep as early as you normally have been doing. But I think your sleep patterns must be messed up because of the lack of sunlight, the lights turning on and off depending on whether Harold's home or his minions are - It must be hard and I'm sorry, but really, honestly, I'm working on getting you out of here. I have a friend who's great with computers, and he's trying to find a way to get you past the security cameras. Then all we need is a distraction and we're home free." He paused, looking at Ianto a little sadly for a second, before continuing, "You can go back to your life, and I can continue trying not to murder my uncle."

Hearing Jack say that, the wistfulness that infused his voice just a little bit as he said it, made Ianto realise how much he would miss the brash, loud, confident, cheerful American. He could hardly imagine life without him anymore, even thought it had only been a matter of a few weeks since he had been kidnapped, and with that he was reminded of the dream from before. Maybe he didn't want to leave him because he really liked him, and not just as a friendly face and a way out of his predicament.

Maybe he really wanted to see Jack again after he escaped.

But Jack gave him no time to think about his realisation, immediately coming all the way into the room and setting a tray of food down on the floor, before collecting the blankets that Ianto had been using and leaving a fresh pile that he had carried in slung over his arm. He also put down another pile of what Ianto thought were clothes, an idea that was confirmed when Jack smiled at him a little awkwardly and said "I'll just pop outside so that you can change and then I'll get these into the wash somehow."

Ianto hardly had time to think before he could hear himself saying "No don't worry about it, just turn around I don't mind. That'll save you standing out there where someone might catch you."

For a second there was silence, and then Jack coughed a little and slowly said "If you're sure? Okay I'll give you a minute then."

He turned around, facing the wall and the door to the cellar in a military stance oddly befitting his blue coat, feet spread shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind his back as though he was a high ranking officer watching drills.

Ianto shook his head firmly, trying to get the notion of Jack in full uniform out of his head, and quickly started undressing, his cheeks burning red again as he determinedly looked at the floor and not at Jack.

The rustling sounds of Ianto's clothing after a second alerted Jack to the fact that he was actually changing, and it was all Jack could manage to hold his position and keep his eyes trained on the door rather than turning around and letting the view of Ianto getting naked assault his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew that Ianto wouldn't want him to. But it didn't stop him from imagining the Welshman taking off his old clothes to change, wondering what he looked like under all the layers of fabric, whether he truly did look as mouth watering as Jack thought that he would.

Teeth clenched together he kept his eyes closed so he wasn't even tempted to peek, and resolutely started counting down from two hundred in his head, hoping he wouldn't explode with the desire to look before he reached nought.

A huff from behind him interrupted his counting and then he heard Ianto say "Erm, Jack?"

Unsure whether that was an invitation to turn back round Jack half turned and then stopped, his eyes still closed, a he answered "Yes?"

There was a pause and a sigh again before the Welshman replied "Can you help me please? I'm a little, well... stuck."

With that Jack turned fully around and opened his eyes, wondering what on earth Ianto meant, only to be greeted by the sight of Ianto naked from the waist up, with the sweater he had been wearing pulled up over his head, his arms and face stuck inside it so Jack could see nothing between his neck and the very top of his hair.

But he wasn't concentrating on that.

He was concentrating on the expanse of Ianto's chest that had just been revealed, the slightly defined muscles that seemed to ripple under his pale, creamy coloured and edible looking skin as he twisted, trying to free himself from the sweater. Jack was tracing the lines of Ianto's pecs with his eyes, letting them drift down to his abs and then skim down further to the little trail of hair that was leading down into the Welshman's borrowed pants.

It was quite a while after when Ianto made an annoyed noise that Jack realised that he was supposed to be helping.

He quickly tried to clear his mind of everything, striding over to Ianto and grasping the bottom edges of the sweater gently, pulling it up sharply and using one hand to make sure it didn't snag on his chin or in his hair, trying to ease the stuck button out of his hair. The offending button, one that was normally left on the inside of a garment in case one gets lost, was finally pulled free, and the sweater pulled off easily after that, Jack holding Ianto's arms above his head so he could pull it off, before dropping it silently to the floor.

Only to leave Jack holding Ianto's arms aloft as he looked into his face, their noses only an inch or two apart.

Then Jack realised he wasn't the only one breathing slightly irrationally, and as he looked in Ianto's eyes he saw a hunger there, one that shocked him, and he wasn't sure who was going to move first, and in which direction it would be.

A/N: Sorry about any mistakes i'm writing at about midnight on the night before my A-Level results come out at about six am so i'm tired but a huge bundle of nerves and unable to sleep right now. Hope you enjoyed this chapter better than i'm going to enjoy the next six hours!

And which direction do you think the move will be? And who from? Will they kiss or not? x