No spoilers
Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
Jack sighed letting go of the pressure to act. His well trained instincts warned him to restrain himself. Ianto surprised him while he was lost in the Dagon sixth eye. He wasn't crazy enough to swallow the sucker, but it was tempting to temper with it. Only touch gave him some almost forgotten sights. Faces that were lost in the blur of time. It was enjoyable really, most of the night, but there were disturbing memories, things he liked to forget from time to time. That's why he'd store the damn eye, shortly. Ianto caught him in the middle of a pleasant memory of Estelle.
He lifted his face, feeling good, but Ianto's face took him by surprise. He looked different today. He looked kissable. Maybe that was just that tricky eye, but Ianto looked almost reachable. It seemed like he could get up and just kiss him fiercely and in succession, spread him across the table and fuck him senselessly. He would've done just that if there wasn't a nagging feeling that Ianto's front wasn't for him, that he wasn't there for him. His departure showed that his nagging feeling was right as usual; Ianto didn't belong to him. He would be a fool to kiss him first, not after he'd clearly declared that his lips belong to Lisa.
He rolled the sixth eye in the corner of the desk. Enough of that for today, he was beginning to be touchy; someone might think he was becoming jealous. Not him, not over Ianto. That was why Ianto was perfect shag, because the boundaries were there, limiting the amount of damage they'd inflict on one another.
To erase that moment of weakness he searched for Ianto in the archives, because that was an invitation. He breathed down Ianto's neck and young man leaned back at him in a soothing way. He kissed his neck and ear, but in the end Ianto managed to turn things around, backing him up against the stone wall. He couldn't be blamed for covering his back for awhile. He felt better with that notion.
Back in his office he found Gwen settled on his desk, turning the Dagon eye absently.
"Oh, Jack." She put down the eye and stood up. "What now?"
"We carry on, like we always do. Look into your records, I'm sure Tosh will have something disturbing and interesting for you."
"Of course." She smiled weakly. "Is this genuine then?" She pointed at the eye.
"Undoubtedly. Owen scanned it and took wipes, Tosh ran it through some tests. They are fierce team, together they can crack any puzzle of alien origin." He grinned proudly and ignored the slight glimpse of guilt on Gwen's face. "Like you can with human puzzles," he added fondly.
She smiled at him as a reward, that sweet smile. She nodded and went down. He sat down feeling good, nothing like good exercise, even better if it's sex indulging exercise.
After that Tosh came in with some scans of sky patterns. They studied it for awhile.
"The rift is twirling," Jack said, worried.
"Yes but what does that mean exactly, what can we expect?" She sounded alarmed, she never got used to uncertainty. She loved knowledge too much to give in to the helplessness that came with an unpredictable world.
"We'll just have to look, won't we?" Jack jumped up ready for some action. There were enough calm days to make him feel uncomfortable. He liked when trouble came in a regular dosage, because when the universe plays dead something is on its way. He shrugged that pessimism off, he'd lived too long to be scared of universal jokes.