Torchwood Thread Attempt

Model!Jack and Photographer!Ianto

Ianto was a photographer for models, however he's only done photoshoots of females.
Until he gets a call from his agent, telling him he's got a new model to photograph - and it's a male.
The famous Jack Harkness.
He had men and women desiring him, and many agencies wanted to hire him, photographers dreamed of working with him.
The man was gorgeous and he knew it - using his looks many times to get his way.
Ianto was a little nervous to work with him. He's seen photos of Jack, and definitely *did not* have a crush on him.
As a gay man, he preferred to work with females so his libido stayed in check, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
When he met Jack in person, he was definitely unprepared. The man was even more gorgeous in person!
Those photos did not do him justice.
He knew this was not going to be an easy shoot.
He had to push down his attraction to the man every time he had to move next to him.
And touching the man to position him - that was almost torturous.
He decided to just show Jack the positions and keep his hands off.
Along with this shoot request, there was a request for one unclothed.
Ianto said he needed time to think on that one - he was completely unsure how he'd handle being in close proximity with a naked Jack.
And as that one was for an erotic magazine, he knew it'd almost be worse.
For some of the photos, Jack was going to be erect, and in multiple suggestive poses.
Ianto didn't think he was prepared to do the shoot.

Throughout the shoot, Jack noticed something was off with Ianto.
The man seemed constantly on edge.
Jack grinned.
Looks like Ianto was fighting his attraction to the model.
However, Jack was enamored with his photographer.
Before starting a new shoot with a new photographer, Jack would research who was doing it.
He definitely liked what he saw.
In his eyes, Ianto had an understated beauty accentuated a little by his youthful features.
Inexplicably, Jack had felt an urge to kiss Ianto's lips.
Just to kiss him.
And hold him.
He wanted s*x too, but that wasn't at the forefront of his mind.
For some reason, the quiet Welshman made him feel things he hadn't in years.
Or if he was honest with himself, probably hadn't ever.

Now that he knew he had Ianto's interest, he concocted a few plans as ways to make a move.
He scrapped each plan, not liking what he came up with.
Deciding to just do it, he cornered Ianto after the shoot.
"Hey Ianto - do you mind coming back with me to my dressing room?
I need your help with something."
Ianto thought for a moment.
He was fairly certain this was a ploy, the model was known for being somewhat of a playboy.
However something in his expression made Ianto pause, and against his better judgment, agreed.
Feeling more than a little nervous, he walked with Jack back to the model's dressing room.
"You alright Ianto? You seemed a little off during the photoshoot - a bit on edge?"
*fuck how was he supposed to answer*
"...Uh y-yeah, fine, just nervous I guess. I've never worked with a male model before."
"Much less a gorgeous one like you..."
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
*oh. OH. OH NO. Had he said that out loud? He did not mean to say that out loud.*
Ianto was completely mortified at his slip up.
He risked a glance at Jack's face, and was not prepared for what he saw.
Jack's expression was vulnerable and open, all his emotions clearly on display on his face.
Here he was, with a man he barely knew, his emotions easy to read like a book.
Jack repeated his question, voice catching a bit.
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
Ianto found himself answering honestly.
"Yes. I think you're beautiful, in fact."
"I think you're beautiful too," Jack told him, almost in a whisper.
Ianto looked at him in shock.
"I'm not! I'm not beautiful, just plain," he protested.
"No Ianto Jones, you are far from that. From what I've gathered so far, you're pretty incredible. "
"And if- if you give me a chance, I'd very much like to prove that to you in any way I can.
Will you please give me a chance?"
"But Jack we barely know each other!"
"Then we'll learn. And figure it out," he replied earnestly.
"Together?"
"Exactly, Ianto. Together."

"Then...I'll give you a chance," he whispered shyly.
"Thank you, Ianto. I intend to prove to you every day, starting now, just how amazing you are."
And then Jack did something both men had been wanting.
He pressed his lips to the photographer's in the softest of kisses.
Ianto stood there for a moment, surprised, before reality caught up and he responded.
Jack Harkness was fucking kissing him!
Ianto deepened the kiss, sliding his hands through Jack's soft, spiky, brown hair.
He ran his tongue along the seam of Jack's mouth, seeking entrance.