A/N This chapter contains a light dusting of Janto smut

Ianto threw the real estate listings on the coffee table and groaned. 'If I see another bloody guide listing that does not match the physical property, I'll climb on that damn roof with you and bloody jump.'
Jack pulled Ianto around and began massaging his shoulders. 'So tense Yan, you not have fun with the estate agent then?'
'No and if you got any more stains on that coat of yours you can clean it yourself.'
'This time it really was just a dog attack.'
'Bonus.' Ianto muttered as he relaxed into Jack's hands. 'So you abandoned me to the clutches of that skeevy estate agent for nothing. Just as well you're good at this.'
Jack brushed a kiss on Ianto's neck. 'Now imagine what I can do if you take your shirt off.' He was met with a soft moan from a pliable Ianto.
'Yeah? Go on then.'
Jack reached around and wrapped Ianto in his arms. 'You say the sweetest things Yan.'
'Ah ha, and why did the massaging and kissing stop?' He turned his head, wanting Jack to see he wasn't joking.
'I think I've got massage oil in my room.'
Ianto smiled as he unfolded himself from Jack and rose to his feet, pulling Jack with him. 'Come on then, show me what you can do when you have a Welshman with no shirt on, in your room.' Winking he looked over his shoulder to see if Jack was following him. 'Unless you were all talk?'
Grinning Jack moved to chase him, laughing as they ran up the stairs.

Stopping to grab a towel out of the hall closet Jack lay it on the bed before looking for the massage oil. Turning he caught Ianto as the younger man pulled his shirt off and undid the buttons of his jeans. It was little wonder, dressed like that, he'd been hit on by the estate agent. Ianto left his jeans loose on his hips he stood with his back to Jack. For all their nights sleeping in the same bed Ianto rarely showed this much of himself. He had to catch is breath moment as he saw how much Ianto had regained his former physique after Canary Wharf. His back still a crossroad of faint lines but he was more defined and Jack had to think of weevils to stop himself passing out from a lack of blood flow to his head. 'I ah, you need to tell me, when to stop, I don't want to take this too far.'

Ianto shrugged as he lay face down on the bed. 'I trust you Jack.'

Taking another deep breath Jack warmed the oil in his hands before applying it to Ianto's skin, fingers moving to unwind the knots in the younger man's body. All logic abandoning him as Ianto moaned.
'God Jack, there.' Ianto wasn't able to stop himself as Jack worked between his shoulder blades. 'That's amazing.'

The guttural quality of Ianto's voice was nearly Jack's undoing as he had to add in thoughts of some of the more unsavoury things he'd done for Torchwood to stop his cock growing any harder. If Ianto asked it of him in that single moment he'd catch a falling star or set fire to the rain. If Ianto asked it of him, it wouldn't matter how impossible it was. It had been a long time since he'd let himself get this close to falling in love and it was a realization he hadn't anticipated.

Ianto turned his head as he felt Jack's movements slow down. 'You okay?'
Considering how to respond he went with as much of the truth as he dared. 'I'm just trying to catch my breath here Yan.' He felt eyes moving over his body as Ianto looked him up and down. 'And if you keep looking at me like that I'll need more than a cold shower.'
'You keep touching me like that and I may need to join you.'
'Would defeat the purpose of the cold shower Yan.'

He shrugged as best he could lying on his stomach. 'Maybe I'd be okay with that.' Rolling over so Jack could see his own hardening cock. 'Maybe I'm ready to try something new.' He reached for Jack's face and pulled him in, finding his lips he whispered against them. 'Maybe I want more than just a kiss this time.'
Jack opened his mouth to groan and found himself kissing Ianto as his body was pulled onto the younger man lying half naked beneath him. Any fear he was taking advantage shot out of his mind along with thoughts of love and forever.

Fingertips moved over Ianto's chest as Jack responded to the demands of the mouth working his without any hints of fear or hesitation. Risking a peak at the younger man's thoughts he found them filled with unguarded lust and a desire to increase the closeness between them. He opened himself up to the idea of stroking Ianto's cock, and felt the younger man grow even harder in anticipation. Following his thoughts with action he luxuriated in the wreaked sounds filling the room, of harsh breaths mingling as he stroked Ianto to completion. Until he held the now boneless younger man against him as they lay wrapped in each others arms.

Ianto felt heavy and warm and wondered why he'd never experienced anything quite like this before. He'd had a good sex life with Lisa but this was in a whole different category. Was it because Jack had a well deserved reputation, or was it their subtle connection. Wanking him to the edge of sleep he didn't have the need to question it further as Jack brushed a gentle kiss over his lips.
'You alright there Yan?'
'I'm more than alright.'
Jack grinned. 'Good to hear.'

Rolling onto his side Ianto let his eyes move down Jack's body. 'What about you?' Eyes blown with lust as he considered the not inconsiderable bulge in the older man's pants. Brushing against him with the tips of his fingers, touch tentative but determined. 'May I?'
Jack nodded, almost afraid to breathe least he startle Ianto. 'Just ah, do what feels good for you and ah, yeah.' He swallowed as the belt was unbuckled, button undone and the zip drawn down. He'd wanted to see Ianto wreaked beneath him, now it seemed he was returning the favour.

Ianto let the world fade away as he focused on Jack's eyes and breathing. Letting the little hitches dictate the speed at which he touched Jack's cock. Marvelling at the feel of the skin to his touch and the hard length in his hand. He ignored the tiny flash of fear at the idea of taking that cock further, into his body. Concentrating instead on doing what Jack said, on doing what felt good to him. Judging from the honesty in the thoughts Jack was projecting back to him, and the gasps in his breathing Ianto had to consider he wasn't doing too badly. There was, almost to his surprise, no fear or doubt in his own mind over the rightness of his actions. A slight hesitancy as to taking it further just yet but right now, here in this bed, it just felt right. A sentiment clearly shared by Jack as he called out his orgasm and filled the space between them.

'Oh Ianto.' Jack sighed as he collapsed back on the bed, still fully dressed with the exception of being un-tucked and exposed to view.
'Was?' Uncertainty flooding him as he asked. 'Was that alright?'
Jack rolled onto his side to met Ianto's gaze with his own, needing to impress the truth of his words on the young man. 'That was amazing Yan, I should be asking you if you're okay.'
'You did say to do what feels good...' He trailed off, his cheeks heating as he blushed.
Jack brushed a gentle kiss on Ianto's lips. 'Trust me, you have nothing to worry about in that respect. And I'm more than happy to follow this at your pace. I'll even keep sleeping in pyjamas if it helps.'

'Right now I don't care what you sleep in.' Ianto yawned. 'But I need to brush my teeth.'
'Probably a good idea.' Jack countered with a yawn of his own. 'Your tooth bush in my bathroom or yours?'
'Both.' Ianto rose to his feet and headed for Jack's bathroom. 'I have three.'
'You know, if they need to Pip and his daughter could always stay here for a bit. I have the other spare room, one of them would have to use your room though.'
Sticking his head around the doorway Ianto nodded. 'I can move the rest of my stuff in here if you don't mind. I just don't think I have it in me to spend another day with a real estate agent without adult supervision.'
Jack laughed. 'Call him tomorrow and see if he's agreeable. That should give them both a bit of time to explore Cardiff before the next term starts, its the holidays now isn't it.'
Ianto nodded before heading back into the bathroom. 'Will do.'

Jack was pulling a pair of pyjama pants on when Ianto walked back into the bedroom.
'Bathroom's free. Are any of my pj's in here or across the hall?'
'Grab a pair of mine, I think it's safe to say you've been in my pants now.'
'That would never have worked when I was with Lisa. The six months we were staying over before we moved in together were a nightmare for my wardrobe.'
'Can't be that different to now, it's split between two bedrooms and the Hub, like your tooth brush collection.'
'Yes, but now if I put one of your shirts, no one notices.'

Jack stopped in the door way and looked carefully at Ianto. 'You never did.'
'No, but it would have been obvious if I had. Now.' He shrugged. 'I wore one of your blue shirts the other day and no one said a thing.'
Jack laughed. 'So practical.'
'Yeap, that's me, very practical.'
'You do look good in a suit though.'
Ianto climbed under the covers and rolled his eyes. 'Sexual harassment Sir.'
'We're not at work so I don't think it counts.' Jack counted before climbing in next to Ianto and switching the light off.
'It always counts.' Ianto purred as he leaned in for a good night kiss. 'Sir.'

Jack spent Saturday helping Ianto move his clothes across the hall in preparation for the arrival of Pip and his daughter. The plan was for Ianto to settle their house guests and spend a few days helping them with their house hunting. In between visits to the Hub to make coffee and slowly introduce Pip to his new working environment. Privately Jack wasn't sure how hopeful he should be at the idea of easing the Londoner into the fold but he'd been surprised before. Thoughts of Owen flashing in his mind, but he'd put that fire out when he needed to. Once he worked out how.

Sunday was spent having lunch with Rhi and the kids, Johnny having once again picked extra shifts up at work needed the peace of a quite home to sleep. Jack didn't ask what the man did, he just enjoyed how normal it felt to have Ianto's sister and her two children in his home. Watching them tear around in the back yard made him a little nostalgic for the childhood he missed out on with Alice but he shoved it down as he turned to watch Ianto and Rhi talking in Welsh. He knew he could listen in to their thoughts but he couldn't guarantee they would be thinking in English and it was an invasion of their privacy so he busied himself with loading the dishwasher.

Speaking in Welsh Rhi laughed at her brother's eyes, following the American's movements. 'How long have you been seeing him then?'
Ianto shrugged, answering the question she'd been skirting around with none of the hesitation he thought he'd have. 'We've only really started dating.'
'One of my friends saw you, the other evening, out. Said there weren't much room for anyone else at the table.'
Ianto blushed. 'It's not all men Rhi, it really is just him.'
She smiled, reaching out to take her brother's hand in hers. 'If he makes you happy Yan, that's all that matters.'
'Don't suppose it's not too late to ask you not to tell your husband?'
She laughed. 'You know no one can keep a secret on the estate.'
'Yeah, I know.'
'He isn't half gorgeous your fella, and the kids like him.' Watching her brother's eyes light up with a smile as he nodded.
'He is rather, isn't he.'
'And you sure he doesn't speak Welsh?'
'Only the sort of language you don't like the kids using.'
'I'm glad you're happy. Last time I were here, I were well worried you weren't ever going to smile again.'
'Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if Lisa hadn't -.'
'Don't.' Rhi shook her head. 'Do not finish that sentence.'

At the sink Jack spun around and fixed Ianto with a look asking if he was okay. Relieved when the younger man switched back to English.
'I'm fine Jack.'
Also back to English Rhi nodded. 'You two going to explain that to me any time soon?'
Jack grinned. 'Probably not, if you haven't worked it out yet I mean.'
'Ah ha. Bet that makes them talk at work.'
Jack shrugged. 'I'm the boss so what can they do.'
Rhi was about to respond when her phone beeped. 'That will be Johnny.' Her tone leaving no doubt that Jack had just received a lucky reprieve. 'I best drag the kids home so they can see their tad before he goes to work. Thank you for having us over for lunch Jack, you have a lovely home. It's nice to see it happy again.'
'Yes, and I hope we see more of you Rhiannon, family is important after all.'
She nodded at the sincerity she felt from him before reaching over to grab her brother's hand. 'You keep talking Yan, don't lock yourself away like mam did.'
'I wont.'

Jack watched them rise to their feet, an almost mirror image of action as they embraced before she scooped her purse up and called out to the children. He watched as they obediently trooped back into the kitchen and flung their arms around Ianto. Caught unawares he found himself also on the receiving end of a hug, Mica looked up at him with an understanding in her eyes that left Jack in no doubt that she too had inherited Ina Jones' gifts.
'I like you Uncle Jack.'
He smiled down at her and nodded. 'You're not so bad yourself kid.'
'I know.' She agreed before moving back to her mother's side.

After they left Jack reached out to Ianto. 'You should invite them around more often. I like seeing this side of you.'
'You like seeing me in jeans.'
Jack shrugged. 'I don't mind what you're wearing Yan, you know that. But I meant what I said, family is important, it's too easy to lose that with the lives we're leading. Until one day you turn around and realize they aren't standing next to you any more.'
'How do you do it Jack? You can't even reach out and call whoever it was you left behind.'
'I lost them long before I left, one day I'll tell you about the worst day of my life, since I'm pretty sure I've seen yours.'
Ianto stepped into Jack's personal space and wrapped his arms around him. 'You certainly did. Although the weevil killing you in the park is a close second.'
Jack reached up and cupped Ianto's cheek in his hands. 'You knew I'd come back, I'll always come back for you Ianto.'
Ianto sighed softly and smiled as he leaned into Jack's touch knowing that one day he wouldn't be there to come back to.

Monday morning was uneventful. Ianto went into the Hub until Pip rung to say they were passing the welcome to Cardiff sign. Ensuring everyone was suitably caffeinated he headed back to the house. He wasn't waiting long before Pip pulled into the drive.
'No lorry?'
Pip shook his head. 'No point until we find a place.'
Ianto nodded at the logic before looking to the young woman who had clearly grown since he had last seen her. Long copper coloured curls shook as she spun around and flew across the open space to throw her arms around a familiar person.
'Ianto, I'm so glad you're okay.'
'Its good to see you too Lilah.'

She stepped back and took in the black suit he was wearing and grinned. 'You look like a butler dressed like that.'
Ianto straightened his tie and winked. 'We all have our uniforms, I get more done when I wear the suit and it's habit from working in London.'
She stopped smiling at his last comment. 'Dad still wont tell me what really happened and the stuff online is just plain mental so I don't know what to believe.'
'Lilah.' Pip warned. 'No one wants to talk about it yeah so leave it.'
Ianto laughed. 'You know the likelihood of that working is minimal at best.'

'I can try, maybe even distract her with a house to explore and then we can unpack.' He nodded hopefully at the look on the Welshman's face as he began extracting bags from the car. 'Oi, Lilah, get over here and help.'
'I've been stuck in a car for hours and I think something seized up.'
'We were barely out of London when you fell asleep. I had to listen to you snoring the entire way here.'
'So. Better that than the music you listen too and you were the one who wanted to leave at dawn not me.' She grumbled at her father. 'Anyway, where's my room? Actually scratch that, wheres the lav?'
Ianto nodded as he picked two bags up. 'Follow me.'
'It wasn't dawn.' Pip called after the retreating teen.
'Whatever dad.'

Pip smiled while shaking his head before turning to the car, emptying it of bags and suitcases by the time they returned. Nodding to Ianto he asked. 'We aren't putting you out, staying like this are we?'
Ianto shook his head. 'Not at all.'
'Even if you have to share with Jack?' He teased.
Laughing Ianto shook his head. 'I've rather gotten used to that.'
Lilah gave a contented sigh as she joined the conversation. 'God that feels better. My room has it's own bathroom dad.'
Ianto shrugged. 'They all do, or the three on that level anyway.'
'There are more bedrooms?'
'Yes, in the attic but they have boxes in them.' He gave her a sad smile before heading inside, leaving them to follow.

Lilah turned to her father. 'Boxes of his stuff from London?'
'Yes. And I would suggest you can the questions and for gods sake don't say anything about it around Jack.'
'Bit quick that, isn't it? Jumping from Lisa to this Jack.'
Pip sighed. 'Please try not to judge them based on your entire seventeen years of life experience Lilah-Rose.' With cases in hand he followed after Ianto leaving her in what he hoped was no doubt that that particular conversation was over.

Pip found Ianto in the hall outside the bedrooms. 'Which one is me?'
'I put you in the room I had, and Lilah is next door. There is fresh linen on the beds and towels in the bathrooms.'
'Right, I meant what I said, I do hope we aren't putting you out by being here.' He set his cases next to the bed and grinned as Ianto blushed. 'Oh hell Ianto, he's got charisma and he clearly cares for you.'
Ianto smiled as he set the cases down he was carrying. 'I know.'
Pip clasped Ianto on the shoulder and flashed him a soft smile. 'Come on, lets get the rest in before it rains, worse than London this place.'

Walking down the stairs Ianto asked the question he'd been chewing over all morning. 'What happened?'
Pip followed the younger man's line of sight and sighed softly as his eyes fell on his daughter. Switching to German he sighed. 'I have no idea. She wont tell me. I found Lilah on my doorstep as Lilith was driving away. All her bags dumped out along with a distraught kid and a letter from the solicitor telling me she was now entirely my responsibility.' He shook his head. 'Part of me wonders if I'm not being punished for surviving Canary Wharf.'
Ianto stopped. 'What?'
'Oh, you forgot about the death benefits of being an employee of Torchwood. Bloody guilt money you ask me.'
'Maybe that is why the Crown Solicitor has been trying to contact me.'
'Return their call Ianto.'
'I wasn't there.'
'Maybe not when it happened but you got there quicker than I did, and as an active employee you still qualify for the hush money. For me.' He shrugged. 'It will go a long way towards the cost of university. Not as much as if I'd been killed mind.'
Ianto gave a bitter laugh. 'You're still a Torchwood employee so there's plenty of time for that to happen.' Reaching the car he picked two more bags up. 'Which bedroom do these belong in?'

Ianto made coffee while Pip and Lilah settled into their temporary home, his tiny half smile firmly in place following the conversation he'd just had with Jack. He turned at the sound of footsteps and smiled as Lilah threw herself into a chair and grabbed at the plate of sandwiches on the table.
'They have bacon on them or are you still being a conscientious vegetarian?'
She laughed. 'That was just to annoy Lilith, like I could ever give bacon up. Is there a coffee going?'
Ianto looked at her for a moment and nodded, handing her the cup he was holding. 'Sugar's on the table.'
'Thanks Ianto, and the brown sauce?'
'Not for your coffee I hope.' He kept his tone bland as he pulled the bottle from the fridge.
Grinning she popped the top off the bacon sandwich before adding the sauce.' 'Hardly.'
'Good, try one and a half teaspoons of sugar in your coffee rather than the sauce.'
Reaching for the sugar she nodded. 'You're the master.'
Pip walked into the room. 'When it comes to coffee he is.' Taking the cup Ianto offered him. 'And I smell bacon?'
'You do.' Lilah finished stirring her coffee before trying it. 'Oh wow.'
Ianto smiled a small smile. 'Thank you.'

Jack looked at his watch and groaned, it was barely lunch time and Ianto had only left the hub just over an hour ago. Talking to him, hearing his laughter and his beautiful Welsh vowels only made the time apart harder to take. At least when he was in the Hub he was only a short walk away. One hundred and twelve seconds on average, Ianto had been timing him. He was trying to get it down to under a hundred but that only earned him an earful from rushing past the others and had lead to one spilled tray of coffee. He was still getting reminded of that and he'd done at least three other stupid things since then. His only consolation, he was pretty sure Ianto missed him too. He spun around in his chair a few times before jumping when the phone on his desk rang. He wasn't expecting anyone to call as he picked the phone up.
'Harkness.'

Down in the Hub Owen added another report to the completed pile and turned his attention to the absence of lunch. 'Oi, Tosh, Suz, either of you hungry?'
Tosh peered around her computer and frowned. 'Didn't we just have breakfast an hour ago?'
'Ah no, that was several hours ago Toshiko, oh light of my life. It's lunch time now.'
'Oh yeah.' She checked the time on her computer. 'So it is, wonder how Ianto's getting on with settling Pip and his daughter into Jack's house.'
Suzie wandered over with her yoghurt and pointed the spoon at Tosh. 'That's right, you've been to their house.'
'So have I.' Owen interjected.

Suzie shook her head. 'Checking on Ianto in the hopes of a coffee doesn't count.'
'So moving back to my lunch, what do you ladies fancy? Sushi? Pub lunch, a bacon buttie at the Greasy Spoon.'
'And get food poisoning?' Tosh shook her head. 'No to the Greasy Spoon.'
'That was one time.'
'No it wasn't.' Suzie added. 'You said that after the first time so we tried again, remember?'
Owen blushed. 'Oh yeah. We could do pizza? Jubilee will deliver.'
'Fine, just don't order it in the name of Torchwood this time. We are supposed to be a secret base.' Suzie smiled before walking away with her yoghurt.
Owen turned to Tosh. 'What sort of idiot does she take me for.'
'That was rhetorical I hope.' Tosh smiled before turning back to her computer.

Jack walked in the door and found Ianto in the kitchen, apron neatly tied in place and the smell of steak filling the room. 'Honey I'm home, did you miss me?'
'Always Sir.' Ianto maintained in his usual deadpan tone. 'I had to make the salad all by myself.'
Jack grinned as he leaned against the counter. 'Did you now, and our guests?'
'Unpacking Sir. We spent the afternoon touring the city with a focus on the shops for the teenager and what areas they wanted to look for a house in.'
'Cool.'
Ianto turned to focus on Jack. 'Cool?'
'Isn't that what the kids say these days?' He turned as he heard laughter enter the room.
'Hardly, you must be Jack, I'm Lilah.'

Jack nodded at the young woman who was unabashedly looking him up and down.
'Nice coat.'
'Thank you, Ianto's rather fond of it too.'
She looked at the Welshman who nodded.
'That is true.' He added before turning back to his pan.
Jack gave her a smug smile. 'He likes it.'
'Yes.' Ianto said over his shoulder. 'And if you got anything on it you'll be washing it yourself.'
'I had a depressingly quiet day in the office Ianto, although the Colonel rang. Twice.'
'Should I be worried Sir?'
'Probably.' Jack agreed as levered himself off the counter and moved to set the table. 'That's why I'm late but I'll tell you all about it over a bubble bath if you like.'

Lilah screwed her face up. 'Why would you want to ruin a perfectly good bubble bath by talking about work?'
Ianto nodded. 'She has a valid point, Sir.'
'And why do you call him Sir? Or is that one of those things I shouldn't be asking because I'm seventeen and you're consenting adults.'
Pip, walking into the room stalled mid-step. 'Am I missing something?'
Lilah shrugged. 'Not sure, unless you didn't know they share bubble baths while talking shop.'
'We don't usually talk about work in the bath do we Yan?'
'No Sir, since we haven't shared a bath previously I can safely say, we do not.'
Jack shook his head muttering about Ianto being no fun, adding wine glasses to the table before looking to Pip. 'Do you and or Lilah drink red wine?'
'A glass with dinner yes.'
Jack grinned. 'Excellent I have a bottle I've been meaning to open.'

Ianto watched as the man vanished into a cupboard he'd never actually opened, checking his steaks were fine to leave unattended he followed when Jack didn't immediately return. Finding a flight of stairs that spiraled down he found Jack. 'You have a cellar?'
'Totally why I brought the place Yan.' Jack grinned.
'You barely drink.'
He shrugged. 'Only because most of the alcohol here is like soda pop compared to what I was drinking before I turned up in Cardiff.'
'Hmm, you'll have to tell me about that some time.'
'What? Something Ianto Jones doesn't know?'

Ianto raised an eyebrow as he turned to check some of the labels. 'Hang on.'
Looking over his shoulder Jack grinned. 'Oh yeah, forgot I had that. Picked it up after the end of the second world war. Philippe was on to a winner with his Chateau Mouton-Rothschild. Although it's a bit rich for steak so I thought this one might be good.' He handed Ianto a bottle. 'Don't drop it, I might not have paid much for it back in the early sixties but that doesn't mean it's easy to get hold of now.'
Ianto had to resist raising his eyebrow even further before handing the bottle back to Jack. 'The steaks should be done.'
'Okay, I was hoping to be home sooner before I got stuck talking to Colonel Mace.'
'He wanted?'
'Not world peace.' Jack sighed. 'Maybe he does but today he wants a UNIT presence to help sort the weevils out and the Cardiff police also want some sort of liaison officer. I think they're ganging up on me.'

'Possibly, did either mention what this might all look like?'
Jack shook his head. 'That's not how it works, you've been locked in the archives so you may not have seen it. No, some idiot gets an idea and then dumps said idea onto the rest of us to sort out. No matter how many worlds I've seen, I've yet to see a government operate differently.' He led then out of his wine cellar and grinned as he saw Pip plating up steaks and setting potatoes and a salad on the table. 'Come on, dinner smells amazing and I don't want to ruin my appetite by talking any further about work.'
Ianto scoffed. 'Like that's going to happen.'

'You didn't hear the conversation starter Owen threw on the table at lunch.' Jack muttered darkly. Days like today sometimes left him wondering how no one had murdered the wiry little man. Or if he perhaps was a different person in his life and world before Torchwood. Lucia had once accused Torchwood of being a cancer that destroyed all it touched and sometimes, no matter how privately, he agreed. He shucked his thoughts aside in favour of watching Ianto open the bottle of wine from a tiny little Chateau he'd spent a fun filled few months at in the early sixties in the Bordeaux region of France.

Settling back in the bubbles of the bath Jack had run for them Ianto leaned against the man. 'So a liaison officer?' He felt Jack sigh behind him.
'Public safety concerns and blah blah blah stuff. I know I talked about talking to UNIT and the Heddlu but a liaison officer wasn't what I had in mind.'
'What did you have in mind?' Rolling his eyes at how the words sounded once they left his mouth.
Jack grinned as he reached around Ianto to start washing him, sending a few images to Ianto.
'And none of that will end up with all the water on the floor?'
'Probably.'
'Hmm. I think we should just enjoy the bubbles then.'
'Spoil sport.' Jack grinned as his tone warmed. 'What's your plan for tomorrow.'
'Head to the Hub, make coffee and meet Pip and Lilah at a house they arranged to view.'
'When you're in the office can you take a look at Suzie's glove? Cast your archivists eye over it.'
'That reminds me, I wanted to see how you felt about getting another archivist in.'

Jack rested his chin on Ianto's shoulder. 'Could look at that, you have anyone in mind?'
'Might, Pip reminded me of someone we worked with.'
'I thought we got the files on all the survivors.'
'She was no longer in the employ of Torchwood at the time.'
'Really?' Jack knew there was a story in a statement like that as he wrapped his arms around Ianto, his hand disappearing under the water.
'Ah I don't believe my penis is in need of quite that much washing Sir.'
'Sorry, couldn't help myself.'
'Oh I think you were helping yourself quite nicely, but I wont discuss my former workmates if you continue to ah, wash, me, Sir.'
Jack kept his hand moving along Ianto's receptive length, his breath warm on the shell of the Welshman's perfectly formed ear. 'That's okay Yan, we don't have to talk right now.'

A/N: Sorry about the delays with posting, have had a few things going on in the world around me and that unfortunately isn't changing any time soon. We are on the home stretch folks and thanks for sticking with me thus far and for the kind reviews. Remember folks, this is an AU so don't be surprised if it doesn't entirely follow cannon.