28

A date.

Date Night Mark II.

Jack was calmer this time, also slightly pleased to find himself invited to Ianto's this time as the children has a sleepover in the new Cargo Hold that the crew had renamed the Rumpus Room.

Jack took a deep breath and knocked, the door swinging open to reveal Ianto in traditional Gorgan clothing, Jack's mouth going dry as the old world style three piece suit looked like exciting an intricate wrapping to such a wonderful gift.

"Well. Wine?" Ianto looked at Jack's hand and he started awake from his leering, offering it silently to him. "Red. Good. Road Beast tonight, red is a perfect choice."

"Ah, good" Jack said, mentally making note to thank Rhys who must have known when he slid the bottle into his hand with a wink. He followed Ianto in and saw the change in the room he had been in previously.

The Kat Nest by the Vid-screen was gone, a table set instead with rich red and gold trim, and a real candle. A real arsed candle lit and winking gently at him. WOW

Jack settled in a chair that he knew was for him as it had normal cutlery, Ianto's' having the Gorgan spear-like fork and savage blade. He found that a nice touch, that Ianto had not only been polite enough to give Jack normal cutlery but had been comfortable in giving himself his own preferred Gorgan sharps.

Ianto called out from the kitchen, "Open it to breathe and I will fetch more appropriate glasses than the juice ones."

Jack looked around for a cork screw and saw one sitting on the mantle, rising to open the bottle then he sat it on the mantle and resumed his seat, taking the chance to look at some of the interesting things the mantle had on display. He rose again, reaching for a stop watch and he smiled as he saw that it was antique.

"That was me Grandtad's" Ianto entered and Jack turned, replacing the watch and sitting again as the plates were placed down and Ianto returned to the kitchen, returning with a gravy boat.

"My gods, it that a real Gravy Boat? Look at that, china!" Jack was taken with the white jug with little red roses on it, matching the saucer it sat on.

"That was my mother's" Ianto smiled, "I almost lost it once, was beside meself until the box turned up. Bloody airlines loose shit all the time."

"The galactic ones are the worst" Jack agreed, "Can take years for them to work the paperwork out."

Ianto snorted softly.

"Smells wonderful" Jack said, "I thought you said you couldn't cook?"

"Rhys helped" Ianto shrugged and Jack grinned happily. He certainly had the bugger.

"A good man, that" Jack agreed, now knowing why Rhys had been instant on the red wine.

They ate with the same companionable silence as before, the humming now almost soothing in nature as Ianto refilled glasses and plates. Then they moved to the sofa, Ianto taking his time as he cleared things before settling next to him.

"I can do the dishes if ya like" Jack offered and Ianto shook his head.

"Leave them, I soaked them and can do them later. I was hoping we could talk for a while." Ianto said and Jack nodded.

"I was hoping we might do more than just talk."

Ianto's smile had his eyes twinkling as he laughed, "Really Captain, you want to …. Discuss other things?"

"Ianto, I want to lay with you" Jack said gently, "I want to run my hands over you and pet you, I want you to lick me and explore me and for us to find a rhythm in the bedroom to match the one we seem to have in other aspects of our relationship."

"So it's a relationship now is it?"

"Yeah. It is" Jack said boldly, knowing this was like a dance, this negotiation that might ether catch him a Gorgan or not. They were creatures of rite and ceremony and Jack had spent a little time reading up on their mating dance, moving to face Ianto directly as he took a deep breath and began.

"Ianto Jones, I find you exciting, interesting and alluring. I think you are sexually suited to me and I want to be your mate" Jack finished and took another breath as Ianto blinked, his eyes changing colour for a moment like he had hoped, the golden huge around the edge of the eye's irises telling him Ianto not only found his words to be alluring but his scent as well, his nose twitching as he canted his head.

That golden hue was a telltale sign of arousal.

"Captain. I find you sexy, naughty, cheeky and damningly irritating. I also wish to be your mate" Ianto finally replied and Jack jiggled.

"Come" Ianto said softly, "Let's retire and see if we can find that rhythm."

Jack let Ianto lead him to the bedroom and this time there was no interruption, no problem and to his immense joy not only did they have a compatible rhythm, they fitted as if made for one another. Ianto was a considerate lover as he is in all things, jack left debouched and slightly tender from the biting, licking and penetration that had definitely been a lovely surprise.

As he drifted off to sleep the last thing that registered was Ianto's' soft hum of pleasure.

Definitely the same rhythm.

Jack's heart beat seemed to beat in time to the music Ianto was humming.