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Jack was wearing a midnight blue suit, savagely cut to show his arse and smaller waist than most think. He had paired it with a soft sparkly blue waistcoat and a midnight blue tie that matched the suit perfectly. Add the cute soft blue kerchief to the pocket that matches the waistcoat and you have a sex machine preening as he wondered if he needed to change his cufflinks. Didn't wear them all the time but did have quite a collection. Nothing like Ianto's pocket watch fetish but… there.
Ianto entered and was not wearing the usual savage black making Jack stall out, watching the image in the mirror move behind him like he didn't know he was making Jack too hard for tailored pants.
Ianto's suit was gunmetal grey but the real hero of the piece was the burgundy waistcoat with little black crowns on it. Kingsman style. Wide lapels and the trousers were tight… tighty tight… with flared bottoms and the shoes were shined within an inch of blinding someone.
All in all, Ianto's outfit matched Jack.
Then Ianto liked into the mirror, directly at Jack and smiled "You still worried about those cufflinks? I like them."
Jack turned to look at the sexy monster and blurted "What colour."
"Pardon?"
"Undies… what colour… I need to know."
Ianto appeared flummoxed by the question and stood staring at him mutely, then after he seemed to consider the pros and cons, he said softly "red. Red with white thunder bolts."
Jack took a deep inhale of breath through his nose like he might be able to smell him and Ianto smiled softly as he stepped closer "come on, stop it. Later you can peel it off and see for yourself if they are boxers or tighties… right?"
Jack pulled Ianto in and kissed him, his hands roving as he whispered "Boxers."
Ianto laughed. His head tipped back to expose his throat and Jack kissed it nuzzling into the man he wanted to crawl inside and at the same time, cradle in his arms forever. Almost an ache.
It was insane.
Ianto had him under a spell he never wanted broken.
.
.
Ianto drove, of course he did. He was in charge and Jack liked that, liked sitting back and being the 'little woman' of the pair. Was nice for a change not having to be macho and on point. Ianto had enough macho for both of them tonight as he stood ramrod straight holding Jack's door while offering a hand to him, like he was a princess.
Jack accepted it, looking out as he rose to smile at the Red Caps who all looked decidedly uncomfortable. Ianto eyeballed the nearest one who took a physical step back, the 'Kingsman' oozing from him like a sexy decadent scent. Jack could not help the wide teethy grin as they whooshed past.
Ianto took their coats to be checked in so Jack wandered into the main room where the band was playing, people were mingling and generally it was chaos. Loud, blustery and no one seemed to notice him moving through them for the bar. The cute little girl with the drinks tray seemed kismet as she passed so he calmly took two champagne flutes turning to find Ianto stalking him from the doorway with a predatory look that always made him all aquiver.
"HARKNESS!"
Jack spun as the voice interrupted was unwelcome in what was so far, a lovely evening. "Colonel"
The man looked Jack up and down with open disgust "Not even in uniform young man?"
Ianto was suddenly there, his hand on Jack's back "Colonel Montague, nice to see you in yours. Last time I saw you we were in the steam rooms last July and you were stark bollocking naked. Mind... it did make wrestling all the more… sporting."
The man's eyes widened as he stared at Ianto and spluttered out "Bloody Pendragon!"
"Awww… don't be like that. I only wanted the master codes from you, come on. If it means that much to you that I got you to yield so easily… best out of three? Stream room of your choice?" Ianto canted his head as Jack burst out laughing, pulling Ianto in close at the hip and eyeballing the man who knew he would never win a wrestling match with this python legged Tiger.
"Well… I … well…" the poor man spluttered.
"Uncle Jack? Are you trolling Monty?" a soft voice asked as Her Majesty slid into the conversation and it was Ianto who reacted first, sweeping in a deep bow while seizing her hand to kiss, then turn over to kiss her palm as well. She laughed as she reached out her other hand to pat his head and he rose to smile at her, her hands now on his checks as she called him a rogue.
"Now now Lilibet, he's mine" Jack said softly and she tittered some more, rolling her eyes as she lamented not being a few years younger.
"And what of poor Phillip?" Ianto asked with a gasp of fake horror.
"Oh I am sure he would join in" she said, making Ianto gape with genuine shock as Jack roared with glee, kissing her cheek before sizing Ianto's hand to drag him off before this got a little too… reminiscent for her.
Ianto did not need to know ALL Jack's historical exploits now.
Mind, he probably knew already.
As they hit the dance floor the music slowed and to Jack's delight, Ianto let him lead. As always.
It was turning out to be a lovely evening after all.
All Montys aside.