Just a little JANTO fluff for a Sunday evening...
Written for Jekyllhj7 because your reviews are my fuel, and I thank you.
"Coffee, Sir?"
Ianto Jones, beautiful talented young Welshman stood in the doorway of Captain Jack Harkness' office, his eyebrows raised in question and several dirty mugs in his hands. His blue eyes twinkled in the early dusk, and his soft kissable lips were just so very… kissable.
Jack sighed, dropped his pen onto the mountain of paperwork he was tackling and flashed Ianto a grin of appreciation.
"Ianto Jones, coffee would be fantastic right about now," He said, the appreciation in his voice evident. "Thank you."
"Just doing my job, Sir," Ianto replied, throwing one of his gorgeous smiles Jack's way before turning towards the coffee machine.
Jack watched him go, eyes trailing along his back and down towards that fabulous behind…
Sighing heavily a second time, Jack wiped his hand across his face. He needed to stop allowing the welcome distraction that was Ianto Jones to engulf him. This was the third time this week he had attempted this paperwork and he knew if he didn't complete it this time, he would be having some very awkward conversations with U.N.I.T!
The rift was mercifully silent and set to remain so throughout the evening. The rest of the Torchwood team had been sent packing in the hope that the peace and quiet would enable Jack to work. Only Ianto had remained, as loyal as ever, picking up the rubbish and dirty utensils the rest of the team had left behind them from their day of work. Jack had hoped he may make his way down to the archives for an hour or so, but on the other hand the company was welcome; some nights the hub was just too lonely.
A crash from the direction of the coffee machine brought Jack back down to earth and he realised he had wasted another 5 minutes of his time pondering Ianto Jones. He rummaged around for his pen and then grumbling about attractive Welshmen began to complete the form in front of him.
Thankfully, by the time Ianto reappeared with a fresh mug of industrial strength coffee, Jack had worked his way through several sheets varying from risk assessments to status reports on the rift, and was feeling a lot more pleased with himself.
"Sorry about the delay Sir," Ianto explained softly. "Owen had stacked several mugs so precariously that one or two are now in pieces."
Jack chuckled at his medic's typically untidy nature, and the fact that it had clearly touched a nerve with Ianto.
"No problem, I seem to have made a bit more of a dent in this lot," he said, indicating the slightly reduced stack of sheets littering his desk.
"Good to hear!" Ianto praised, dropping into the chair opposite Jack. "It's about time as well; don't think I hadn't noticed you trying to put it off all week by having your way with me."
Jack glanced at Ianto over his coffee mug and spotted the familiar blush creep across his young face. Coupled with the twinkle in those blue eyes, Jack knew he was getting close to abandoning all work yet again.
Before he could say anything however, Ianto stood up suddenly.
"And before you even think about giving up again, I have some filing to do so it gives you no excuse to slack off!"
"That's… not fair." Jack grumbled softly.
"It needs to be done Jack," Ianto chuckled. "Besides, get it done tonight and that leaves us the weekend to…"
"To…?" Jack prompted with interest.
"To do anything we like," Ianto whispered, leaning towards Jack and placing a soft kiss on his mouth.
Jack sighed, giving in to Ianto's kiss, using his tongue and deepening their connection, his arms snaking around Ianto's waist, before Ianto pulled away with a small smile.
"Behave." He chastised, taking a step back and adjusting his tie. "Work now, play later."
"Spoil sport," Jack muttered, adjusting his trousers and reaching out once more for his pen.
"Oh don't worry," Ianto hummed in his glorious Welsh vowels. "I intend to make it up to you… tomorrow."
Ianto disappeared through the hub towards the archives and Jack begrudgingly pulled the next form towards him, cursing U.N.I.T, cursing Owen and his risk assessments, and cursing the fact that Ianto was a man of his word…
Tomorrow seemed like a million light years away.