Ianto usually loathed travelling by train, preferring to drive his own specially converted car but the thought of two hours or so to try an catch up on his sleep since he had little or no sleep the night before, together with the fact that attending the convention meant he would have some distance from Jack which would give him the space to sort out his own muddled feelings meant he wheeled himself into the standard class carriage in a fairly equable mood.

He put the brakes on his chair and stared, sightlessly, out of the window. His sleepless night had been spent thinking about Jack, about how his skin burned whenever Jack brushed against him, about how just watching Jack's mobile mouth speaking, laughing and oh gods eating could give him fantasies so filthy they took his breath away and left him aching and hard. Although there was still a low ember of betrayal glowing low in his gut, Ianto had almost convinced himself that he had misread Jack's friendly concern for prurient curiosity. He almost wished he could afford to ditch the convention and return to the store to talk to Jack but not only had he been looking forward to the event for months, he had a number of commissions from clients that could be quite lucrative if he managed to fulfil them.

He was pulled from his reverie by one of the train staff approaching him; she smiled at him, 'Mr. Ianto Jones?' Ianto nodded, the woman's smile grew even broader, 'You have been up graded to first class, sir' she said, moving behind him and grasping the handles of his chair, 'if you will permit me, Sir, I can take you to your new seat, space, er...' she trailed off in confusion.

Ianto turned and smiled at her, 'that's fine' he said, 'I didn't know trains did upgrades'

The stewardess was wheeling him efficiently out of the standard class coach and towards first class, 'we don't,' she said, 'but we were notified that a first class ticket had been purchased for you.'

Ianto frowned, in confusion 'by whom?' he asked.

They had arrived in the first class carriage and the stewardess was manoeuvring Ianto and his wheelchair into the dedicated space that had been booked for him, 'I'm afraid I don't know, Sir' she said but they also asked that we give you this' from the overhead storage space she took a paper bag from Jackson's bakery. When Ianto opened it he could not hold back a huge smile, there was a cinnamon swirl pastry inside, Jack had forgiven him his bad temper and had opened the door for dialogue.

Jack's entrance in Celtic Mythos that day was far removed from the confident swagger with which he had entered the shop over the previous three mornings although his glance did automatically linger on the sofa where he and Ianto had become accustomed to share coffee and a pastry before starting the working day. His heart sank when he realised there was no sign of his temporary boss.

Adam sidled up beside him, 'he's not here today,' he murmured, 'booksellers convention in London'

'Oh yeah, 'Jack remembered Ianto talking about it quite animatedly.

'So,' Adam looked up at Jack from under his lashes, 'you are stuck with me for the day.'

Jack looked down into Adam's brown eyes; he was still smarting from the lack of trust that Ianto had shown him and the cruel way in which he had spoken he had spoken. Adam had made his interest in Jack obvious from the first day that Jack had begun "work" in Celtic Mythos. There was a reason he didn't do emotions or relationships he reminded himself, maybe a quick, meaningless fuck with a pretty young man would help him retrieve his equilibrium. If Ianto was going to be cold and stand offish he could hardly blame Jack for seeking warmth elsewhere. 'I can think of worse things to be stuck with.' he smiled.

By mid-afternoon Ianto was more than ready to go home; he had had a most successful day, had managed to source most of the items of his list of customer orders and had bought a number of rare books at most reasonable prices. The good mood that Jack's thoughtfulness had engendered in him had sustained him throughout the day; the only blemish on his happiness was the fact he had left his mobile in Cardiff and so had been unable to contact Jack to thank him for his kind gesture. He had decided to take an early train back to Cardiff and then, once he was home, ring Jack and invite him out to dinner, on a real date. It's time I faced up to what I want; he thought to himself and what I want is Jack.

By 5.30 Cardiff was being battered by torrential rain as the tail end of a hurricane made UK landfall and the plas was pretty much deserted. Adam and Jack stood side by side at the window of Celtic Mythos and stared out.

'I don't think we are likely to get anyone else in tonight, do you?' asked Jack.

'No,' Adam ran his hand down Jack's back, smiling as he felt the other man's muscles tremble under his touch, 'I reckon we can assume that we have the place pretty much to ourselves for the next thirty minutes before we close up.' he turned to the coffee bar where Gemma was chatting to Cathy, 'Cathy if you will make us a couple of cappuccinos, you can get off early if you want, you too Gemma. Jack and I will hold the fort until closing time.'

'Great,' Cathy threw Adam a big smile as she hastily prepared the two drinks whilst Gemma went off to get their coats.

Jack and Adam settled on the sofa, sipping their coffees and waving good bye to the two women as they left/ Jack stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and idly wound his fingers in Adam's thick hair. 'So, what shall we do to pass the time? Do you have any ideas?'

Adam gave a peculiar slanted grin and shuffled a lot closer to Jack, 'I have a thought or two' he said in a low throaty growl, He placed his finger at the corner of Jack's mouth, 'you have a little foam just...' His voice died away as Jack sucked his finger into his mouth.

Eventually Jack released Adam's finger with a lewd slurp, 'mmm, tasty.' he said, 'is all of you that good?' and he leant forward to kiss him, sucking gently on Adam's lower lip until he sighed his mouth open and allowed Jack's tongue in. Jack tangled his fingers in Adam's hair as Adam reached to cup the nape of Jack's neck pulling him closer.

Ianto parked his car in the underground car park under Celtic Mythos and took the lift up to the first floor of the shop, humming quietly to himself. Wheeling himself onto the first floor gallery, he was stunned to see the shop deserted and Adam Smith and Jack Harkness making out like teenagers on the sofa in the middle of the store. He was just about to...well he wasn't too sure what he was about to do when the two men broke apart panting. Jack ran his fingers down Adam's cheek, 'want to take this some place less public?' he asked, gesturing at the large glass windows.

'My flat is just around the corner,' said Adam, 'I'll lock up, you grab your coat.'

Jack hesitated, 'actually I was planning to stick around. I was hoping to have a word with Ianto.'

Adam put his hand on Jack's shoulder, 'he said he would be back quite late, remember?'

'Oh yeah' Ianto could see the brilliance of Jack's smile reflected in the glass window of the shop. He seemed so excited at the thought of going home with Adam, another indication that he was lying to Ianto about being his friend. 'I can probably catch him tomorrow' said Jack, 'it's not that important.'

Is it me?, thought Ianto. Do I misread every interaction I have with this man? I thought he liked me as much as I liked him and then he gossips about me behind my back; upgrading my train ticket and sending me breakfast was so kind and thoughtful but then I come back to find him sucking face with that creep Smith. The really stupid thing is me thinking I had a chance of a friend. I should stick with all the things I said yesterday and let this go.

Silently Ianto moved back to the lift, the balcony on his fourth floor apartment faced the direction of Adam's flat – despite his earlier bravado he hurried to open the French windows to get a view of the street below. Choosing not to examine his motivation for so doing, he wheeled himself out onto the small terrace which was being pelted by the rain. Down below, he could see Jack and Adam huddled under an umbrella hurrying arm in arm towards Adam's place. Jack glanced up and, seeing Ianto there raised a hand in half hearted greeting, his steps slowing. Adam leaned in and whispered something in Jack's ear that made him laugh out loud and his gaze dropped to rest on Adam's smiling face, Ianto clearly dismissed from his mind. Hands gripping the balcony rail tight enough to whiten his knuckles Ianto sat and stared at the empty plas even after the two laughing men had disappeared from sight