Thanks for all the feedback and reviews to the last two chapters. Sorry this update has taken so long. Jack didn't want to behave.

Ianto Jones turned his head; the two men locked eyes and Jack immediately knew that he was in trouble...

Jack stared. He felt like he'd been stunned. All he could see was blue, the intense stormy blue colour of Ianto Jones' eyes.

Gorgeous, Jack thought to himself. He's absolutely gorgeous; Alice was right.... Alice. The thought of his daughter jolted Jack back to his senses just as he heard her saying 'Dad, you remember Rhiannon and Ianto don't you?'

'Of course,' Jack replied as he took Rhiannon's hand and kissed it flamboyantly, causing Rhiannon to blush and giggle before he turned back to face Ianto again and held out his hand rather cautiously.

'Jack Harkness,' he introduced himself.

'Jones – Ianto Jones.'

Jack knew that it was going to happen. He knew it the instant that he'd looked into those hypnotic, blue eyes but it didn't make it any less intense when Ianto reached out and shook his hand Jack felt a spark of burning desire pass through him. Ianto's was gazing at him intensely and suddenly he felt too hot.

'Are you going to the bar, Ianto?' Rhiannon asked causing Ianto to break eye contact and look towards his sister.

'Yeah sure – what are you drinking?'

As Ianto manoeuvred himself towards the bar Jack sat down in the vacant chair beside Rhiannon and tried to get a grip on himself. He couldn't do this. He couldn't find Ianto attractive, he just couldn't. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Ianto standing at the bar waiting to be served; that form fitting red shirt made him look delicious... God he wished that he'd never agreed to come on this stupid night out.

'Are you ok Dad?' Alice asked him and Jack immediately felt his barrier come back up. He couldn't do anything that might cause Alice to suspect him.

'Fine,' he said grinning widely at his daughter.

'So Rhiannon – what are you up to these days?'

Jack tried to listen as Rhiannon told him about her life; he picked up on a few key phrases – husband; kids – but everything else just faded into the background the moment Ianto returned from the bar. He sat down in the chair opposite Jack and gave him a small smile; Jack felt butterflies in his stomach – this was bad. This was really bad.

Ianto felt like his head was spinning; Mr Harkness – Jack, he supposed now he was an adult it would be ok to call him Jack – looked almost exactly the same as Ianto remembered him. He was older of course, but if anything he seemed to have gotten better looking with age and when he'd shaken his hand Ianto had felt his heart begin to race. He felt butterflies in his stomach. He hadn't felt like that since Owen.

He came back from the bar, carrying his pint and Rhiannon's white wine and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he saw that the only available seat was between Rhiannon and Alice, still – at least it afforded him the best view of Jack without making it obvious that he was watching him. He was absolutely gorgeous.

'What do you do for a living Ianto?' Alice asked at him and Ianto turned towards her, grateful for the interruption from his thoughts about Jack. It simply wouldn't do for him to get an erection under these circumstances.

'I work in IT,' Ianto told her, 'Technical support for the Welsh parliament.'

'Really?' Alice raised her eyebrows, 'maybe you could sort out Dad's computer for him. He's never been able to get it working properly have you Dad?'

Ianto felt a blush creeping up his cheeks as he glanced at Jack and found the older man gazing at him. 'No,' Jack replied. 'I'm a bit of a technophobe I'm afraid.'

Ianto nodded and smiled.

'Sure,' he replied. 'I'd be happy to take a look at it if you want.'

'Yeah,' Jack replied. 'Thanks.'

'Didn't you say you used to work in London?' Alice asked, changing the subject.

'Yeah,' Ianto replied. 'I moved back a couple of months ago.'

'Must be tough,' Alice said, 'being back after all this time.'

'Not really,' Ianto replied. 'I've always considered Cardiff home. I mean it was difficult with the break up but – it's nice to be able to see Rhiannon and the kids more.'

Rhiannon smiled and gave her brother's hand a squeeze.

Ianto chanced another glance in Jack's direction and found the older man was still watching him... what was going on? Was it possible that Jack was checking him out? Surely it couldn't be, but then Jack would hold Ianto's gaze for a moment before looking away and his eyes would return almost immediately... the butterflies in Ianto's stomach started going into overtime.

A few drinks later, Rhiannon suggested moving on to a club. Alice and Ianto seemed keen on the idea but Jack was inwardly groaning. He had never been much of a nightclub person. He supposed he could have called it a night but the glances that he had been exchanging with Ianto and the thought of spending a bit more time with the Welshman persuaded him to go along, which was how he found himself standing by himself on the edge of the dance floor, watching Alice, Rhiannon and Ianto dancing together.

It was quite an amusing sight; Ianto was taking it in turns to twirl Alice and Rhiannon around in circles, before pulling them into his arms and dipping them gracefully while they both giggled hysterically. Jack also couldn't help but notice that there were several women and more than a couple of men in the club who were checking Ianto out. Jack felt a pang of jealousy whenever he spotted one of Ianto's admirers. He told himself that it was irrational but he couldn't help himself.

The song finished and Ianto extracted himself from Rhiannon and Alice and Jack found himself holding his breath as Ianto moved towards him.

'Having fun?' Ianto asked smiling slightly.

'Yeah,' Jack replied, lying through his teeth. 'It's a nice place.'

Ianto looked at him sceptically and Jack couldn't help but grin.

'Ok, ok so it's not really my sort of place.'

'What is your sort of place?' Ianto asked, his voice low. Jack felt a shiver pass through his body as Ianto watched him... was he flirting?

'Oh I usually prefer somewhere quieter... more – intimate.'

'Really?'

Jack nodded saw the blush on Ianto's cheeks at his words and he knew that he was right. Ianto was flirting with him. He couldn't help but grin when Ianto leaned in imperceptibly closer towards him and whispered in his ear 'do you want to go somewhere?'

Jack felt himself getting hard at the lust-filled tone of Ianto's words.

'Yes,' he replied.