Hello again to those of you who've decided to stick with me, and thank you to all of you who have put this on alert!

Hope you enjoy, just a small part now but the next part is a killer ;-)

Teeny weeny bit of M rated fun at the end, just in case you're reading at work (tut tut, & etc)

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Ianto was exhausted by the time he finally made it home that evening, and collapsed on the sofa sighing deeply. He considered flicking through the various TV channels Lisa had subscribed them to to see if there was anything suitably mind numbing enough to switch off to, but the weight of the day was laying heavily on his mind. He nuzzled further into the sofa, and let his eyes flicker shut. Jack had made it instantly obvious that he was attracted to Ianto, and Ianto would be lying if he said that the older man's infectious magnetism wasn't having it's intended effect. Jack had a talent for making whoever he was flirting with feel like the only person in the city at that moment, and whilst Ianto certainly wasn't immune to his charms, he was acutely aware of the QC's roving eye and reputation. 'pick 'em up and kick 'em out' had been his modus operandi for years, and Ianto had never really been a one night stand kind of man.

He liked to know that when he woke up the next morning he wasn't likely to be put out with the morning's recycling, and felt that he was looking for someone to spend his life with, not a few hours of meaningless sex. And this was all most troubling, because even after one day Jack's determined flirting had not all been in vain. The man was pin up gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and Ianto groaned as his cock began to stir at the images his brain decided to fire at him.

Lisa. He was with Lisa, and he had loved her, once. Maybe once he was qualified and started to bring in the pay cheques she wanted, she would turn back into the old Lisa again. The fun Lisa. The Lisa he had adored, and loved, and bent over backwards for. He knew deep down that he was kidding himself; but if salvation was possible then he hadn't wasted the last seven years of his life. Ianto dozed off, stuck between dreaming of a future with a Lisa he could love, and wondering if Jack was actually as good a lover as his ego and the tabloid gossip columns would have everyone believe.

It was Jack he dreamed of though, contorted by his imagination into some strictly non professional positions. It was like this that Lisa found Ianto when she came home at midnight: asleep on the sofa, seemingly in the middle of a particularly erotic dream if the way he was rutting up against the back of the sofa was anything to go by. Having had a few drinks too many, she was feeling mischievous and so decided to straddle her boyfriend, waking him up with a start. It took a moment for Ianto to realise that whilst he may have been dreaming of Jack, it was in fact Lisa who was fiddling unsuccessfully with the buckle of his belt in a desperate attempt to loosen the thing. His erection immediately began to subside in a reaction that he decided to file away to deal with at a later date, and he groggily sat up.

"Lisa?" he asked sleepily, noticing the time and smelling the fumes of scotch that lingered on her breath. He grasped her hands gently and removed them from his belt, slowly sliding out from underneath her. "Where have you been? I thought you'd be in when I got home." She giggled excessively, and attempted to clamber her way back over Ianto. Finding herself ultimately failing, she slumped off the sofa and onto the floor.

"I went out with some of the girls from work" she slurred. "I needed some fun. You're no fun anymore."

Ianto was suddenly fully awake, and fuming to boot. "No fun? No fun? Are you bloody surprised I'm no fucking fun?" Lisa made to reply, but Ianto was in shock from the ferocity of his dream about Jack and the thoughtlessness of his girlfriend; the anger needed a let somewhere. "I'm stuck in a career that's sucking me dry, that I didn't bloody want to be in. I'm doing this for you, because it's what you want, what you asked me to do. And I thought maybe I could count on your support, or at lease that you'd care how my first day went. But of course, you're pissed." Ianto stood up and began to pace, agitation reaching fever pitch. "What the fuck are we even doing anymore. What are we doing here?"

Lisa looked at him scathingly. "This is living Ianto, we're living. What were you expecting, a medal and a Disney sunset? Welcome to your life." He looked down at her in despair. There was nothing of the girl he had once loved in the cold stare that was piercing through the best of his hopes and dreams.

"I thought I'd still love you." As her face dropped, Ianto allowed himself a moment of childish delight at the look of horror that melted across her mouth. "I think I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. Tomorrow will be a long day, and I need a few hours of sleep." The dismissal was rattling around the room loud and clear as Lisa retreated into their bedroom, and Ianto fell back into an uneasy sleep.

When he woke, his shoulders were aching and his neck protested at the slightest movement. Wincing as he stepped into the shower, he let the steaming needles of water massage his back and wash away the debris of yesterday's emotional fallout. He was set to visit Nikki Wade later on, and would need all of his wits about him. Ianto tried to focus his thoughts, but in an act of selfish rebellion, his mind insisted on running away with the images of Jack it had left him with last night, and his body was quick to react in retaliation. Staring at his erection as if mildly offended by it, Ianto tried to will it down and think of something else: and yet noting seemed to work.

Admitting defeat, Ianto let his hands fall down to grasp the base of his shaft, and he began to tug quickly. Despite his best efforts not to, as he closed his eyes and tugged his foreskin down he imagined that Jack was in the shower behind him; Soaped up and toned chest pressed tightly to his own back, arms tight around his waist and hands pleasuring in rapid strokes designed to coax pleasure and nothing else. A finger presses into the slit at the tip of his dripping cock, the other hand threads his balls between gentle fingers. He can't help but imagine Jack's breath, hot and eager pressing against his neck and it's his name that slips through Ianto's lips when his orgasm hits, ripping through him and leaving him panting against the shower wall for support.

This, he decided, was what he believed was referred to as a hopeless situation.

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