Jack had always met all of his potential employees at the pub. The atmosphere allowed him to get a better sense of their personality; it was also more conducive to Retconning the rejects. There had been so many rejects- even Gwen had, by Jack's opinion, not initially passed muster. It had been Suzie who'd been convinced of her potential.

Jack chuckled to himself and enjoyed his lager. Tonight's prospect was 15 minutes late when he finally rushed through the door. After a quick scan of the room he locked eyes with Jack, who nodded, and came over to the table.

"Sorry ma- Sir. I had trouble with directions…" Jack laughed as he watched the young man's face fall as he sat down. "I wish I hadn't said that."

"No, I'm sure not. But don't worry; I'm not your normal type of boss." Jack stuck out his hand, which the young man took eagerly. "Captain Jack Harkness. You're Ryan Stilt?"

"Yes sir." Ryan opened his mouth to say something else, but Jack had already risen from his chair- Ryan did the same.

Jack chuckled at the young man's obvious desire to please. "No Ryan, it's alright, you just stay here a minute, I'll be right back."

Ryan sat fidgeting nervously at the table while Jack retrieved two more pints from the bar.

"Here we go." Jack pronounced happily setting the glasses on the table.

Ryan jumped when Jack came up behind him. "R-right sir, thank you."

"Just call me Jack." Jack held up his glass, "Cheers!"

"Cheers, si-Jack." Ryan took a deep gulp before setting glass back down on the table.

"Alright, down to business… You obviously received our letter of interest. How long have you been working at the hospital?"

"One year, 5 months. I started there immediately after qualifying." Ryan smiled proudly.

"Ah yes, and you were top in your class right?" Jack had heard all of this so many times.
"That's correct."

"With loads of A-levels."

"Yes, sir. I assume you have my CV. I have an excellent record at the hospital, upon request I can provide you with letters of recommendation from various supervisors…"

Jack stopped listening- Ryan sounded exactly like every other applicant he'd interviewed so far. None of them had been worthy. Cute though…

Jack must have been looking at Ryan funny, because he abruptly stopped talking. "Is everything alright?"

Jack snapped himself back, reaching into his coat to retrieve the 'Torchwood for Beginners' packet that Gwen had assembled for him. "Have you heard of Torchwood?"

Ryan looked dubious. "Special Ops, right?"

Jack set the papers on the table between them, and broke into his well rehearsed introduction spiel. "That's about right. We work outside the Government, beyond the police. We handle alien threats on Earth…"

"Wait a minute, did you say alien? I'm guessing you don't mean the Turks and North Africans." Ryan offered up a self-indulgent chuckle.

"No." Jack's eyes twinkled, as he laid on his heartbreaker smile. "Not that sort at all… we handle the fun ones." He was a prat, but he was certainly a cute prat.

Ryan shifted uncomfortably under Jack's gaze. He cleared his throat, "Um… Well, I mean, what type, exactly, is the fun type? Sir."

He was curious, that was at least an improvement on the last one. Jack leaned in close and slid his hand up the Ryan's arm, giving him a gentle squeeze just below his elbow. "I'll show you- if you want to know." His voice was gravely and barely above a whisper. "But you have to trust me."

Ryan's breathing quickened slightly, and he swallowed hard before nodding. Jack was pleased; perhaps the night wouldn't be a total loss.

In the alleyway Jack discovered Ryan wasn't simply curious, he was eager. Jack had nearly been knocked off his feet when his own greedy kiss was returned with ferocious desire. Jack pulled back from the younger man, the faint taste of his own blood lingering on his lips.

Ryan dropped to his knees and hurriedly lowered the zip on Jack's trousers, easing his hand in to free Jack's cock. Ryan's boldness certainly had Jack more than a little surprised. Ryan teased the head of Jack's cock with his tongue and ran his hand along the shaft, causing a small, but noticeable shudder from Jack.

Ryan let another satisfied chuckle escape from his lips before wrapping them around Jack. Ryan's right hand clasped Jack's front pocket as leverage to hold him in place while he slid his left hand up the inside of Jack's leg.

Jack leaned into Ryan, using the wall to brace himself. He knotted his fingers through the young man's hair and worked on just enjoying himself. His mouth was hot and wonderful, and Jack's knees nearly gave out as he felt the lightest touch of Ryan's teeth on the underside of his cock.

Jack was lost in his thoughts. "Oh Yan…" Much to his dismay, Tosh was calling from the Hub. He untangled his hand from Ryan's hair and reached to his ear.

"Jack…?"

"Yes…Yes, Tosh?" The phone call didn't seem to bother Ryan any; he continued diligently, making Jack work at focusing.

"Jack, I'm getting some particularly active readings from the rift…"

"You and Gwen go check them out. Ianto can man the hub. You find anything, you call me." Jack shuddered again, he was close, and he really preferred not to be talking to Tosh when he finally came. "I'll be back at the hub by the time you get back."

Jack disconnected and put his hand back on Ryan's head. Ryan rang his tongue firmly over the head of Jack's cock. Jack inhaled sharply and thrust his hips forward; his hot come spurting into the back of the young man's throat.

When Jack opened his eyes back up, Ryan was wiping the sides of his mouth and looking up at him like a child desperate for approval. The beers and the sedative from the amnesia pill were just starting to take effect- Jack helped Ryan to his feet and went about tucking himself back in.

"Well Ryan, if you'd been interviewing for a job giving me a blow, you'd be hired on the spot."

Ryan was preoccupied with shaking his head, trying to clear it.

"I'd love to stay and play… but duty calls."

"But… but what about Torchwood? That can't be all there is-"

Jack patted the young man on the back. "No, I'm afraid, for you, it is. The buzzing you feeling in your head right now- that's the very powerful memory loss pill I've given you slowly taking effect. In the morning myself, and Torchwood won't even be memories to you-" He loved this line. "And that, is truly a tragedy."

He gave Ryan and chaste kiss and strolled back to the Hub, whistling Glenn Miller, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Yes, if all his failed interviews ended this way, he might not be so concerned with having a successful one.