Ianto woke up early on Sunday morning, and for a moment he didn't realise why. Then he heard his phone vibrating away on his bedside table. He answered it sleepily.

'Hello?'

'Have you called him yet?' Rhiannon's voice asked him.

'Who?'

'Jack,' Rhiannon replied. 'Honestly Ianto how many men have you got on the go? Have you spoken to him yet?'

'Rhi,' Ianto groaned. 'It's seven o'clock in the morning. You've just woken me up. No, I haven't spoken to him yet.'

'Sorry, but you really should call him you know Ianto.'

'I can't,' he replied, sitting up in bed and wiping the sleep from his eyes. 'He didn't give me his number.'

This was a fact that Ianto had realised only after arriving home the previous evening. He and Jack had failed to exchange phone numbers.

'So?' Rhiannon said with an air of frustration. 'Honestly, Ianto. You remember where he lives don't you? Just go round to his flat.'

'I can't do that Rhi,' Ianto replied. 'What if he doesn't want to see me?'

'Ianto Jones I never took you for a coward.'

'I'm not a coward.'

'You are. "What if he doesn't want to see me?" Have you heard yourself? You're scared.'

'I'm not scared...'

'You like this man, yes?' Rhiannon interrupted.

'Yes,' Ianto replied quietly.

'Well then. You've got nothing to lose. You like him and you say you aren't scared...'

'I'm not scared of anything Rhi.'

'Then go and see him then.'

'Okay,' Ianto sighed. 'Okay.'

'Good. Call me later. Let me know how it goes.'

Ianto heard a click as Rhiannon put down the phone. He looked at his mobile and shook his head slightly. How did she always do this to him?

Across town Rhiannon's husband Johnny came into the kitchen and frowned as he saw his wife putting the phone down.

'Who was that, love?' he asked her.

'Ianto,' she replied with a smile.

'Oh yeah? Is he ok?'

'He will be if he listens to his big sister.'

'Oh no, you haven't been interfering in his love life again have you?' Johnny said, noticing the twinkle in Rhiannon's eye.

'I never interfere Johnny,' Rhiannon replied innocently. 'It's called reverse psychology. It's a completely different thing.'

Sitting around the house was starting to make Jack feel a little stir crazy. His emotions were in turmoil over the events of the previous evening.

He felt guilty about Alice. She was his only child, he'd brought her up single handed since she was four years old. He loved her more than life itself but every time he closed his eyes he kept picturing Ianto; dancing in the club; leaning against the wall in the alleyway, lips swollen from kissing Jack. He'd looked so good. Jack wanted him. He wanted him so badly. He cursed himself for not asking for Ianto's phone number, but maybe it was a sign, Jack decided, maybe he should just forget about Ianto Jones. There were probably a hundred good reasons why he should do just that... so why couldn't he?

Jack decided to try and take his mind off it all by running on his treadmill. He'd started running in his early thirties as a way of fighting middle aged spread. He liked to run every day. It usually helped him to relax; to focus. Not today. It seemed that nothing was going to take his mind off the situation. He was just about to give it up as a bad job when he was distracted by the buzz of his intercom.

He frowned. The only person who usually came round on Sundays unexpected was Alice, but she had her own key. Who would be using the intercom?

'Hello?' he spoke into the receiver.

'Jack? It's Ianto,' came the reply.

Jack froze. Ianto. Ianto was here at his apartment. His heart started racing.

'Jack?' Ianto said again. 'Can I come in?'

'Yeah,' Jack said jolting back to his senses. 'Sure, come up. I'm on the top floor.'

Jack pressed the button to let Ianto into the building and immediately went into panic mode. He raced into the bathroom and put some product in his hair and then quickly gathered up a couple of toys that Stephen had left in the corner of the living room and threw them into the cupboard just as Ianto knocked on his front door.

Jack opened the door, doing his best to look cool and collected but the sight of Ianto took his breath away. The younger man was dressed in jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. He was carrying two takeaway coffees in his hands.

'Hey,' Ianto said and greeted Jack with a nervous smile.

'Hi,' Jack replied, 'what are you doing here?'

'I – erm,' Ianto stammered adorably, 'I bought you a coffee.'

He held out one of the cardboard tubs to Jack.

'Coffee?' Jack said with a look of bemusement as he accepted the coffee from Ianto.

'Yeah,' Ianto replied. 'I thought maybe we should talk.'

'Oh. Well – come in.' Jack stood aside and held the door open for Ianto. As he walked past, Jack allowed his eyes to wander across Ianto's body. He looked so gorgeous. Jack felt another wave of the lust he'd felt the previous evening washing over him. He bit his lip. He was so screwed.

Ianto turned around at that moment and their eyes met. He saw the heat of desire in Jack's gaze and knew that Jack would be able to see a similar look reflected in his own eyes. They stood like that for a few moments before Jack began to move towards Ianto.

'I want you,' Jack said softly and was rewarded by the sight of the faint blush creeping up Ianto's cheeks. God he looked adorable.

Jack stepped forward and captured Ianto's lips in a kiss. Ianto immediately responded, pulling Jack towards him, fingers in his hair.

Jack backed them up so that Ianto was leaning against the kitchen counter, he slid his hands underneath Ianto's t-shirt and stroked his sides, making Ianto squirm... ticklish, Jack thought. He'd have to remember that.

Pulling back, Ianto began to kiss Jack's neck. Jack could feel Ianto's erection pressing into his thigh.

'I want to take you to bed,' Jack whispered. 'Can I?'

'Yes,' Ianto breathed.

Jack took Ianto's hand and led him through into his bedroom. They undressed each other quickly and lay down on the bed.

'You're beautiful,' Jack said as he drank in the sight of naked Ianto on his bed. His body was incredible.

'So are you,' Ianto replied, running his fingertips across Jack's chest, feeling him shiver slightly. 'I want you so much Jack.'

Jack leaned in and kissed Ianto again, revelling in the skin on skin contact. Ianto gasped as Jack ran his hands up his back and then began to kiss his way down his chest.

'Jack,' Ianto moaned, 'Jack please...'

'I know what you want beautiful,' Jack replied as his tongue circled Ianto's nipples, moving lower...

Jack took Ianto's cock in his mouth and it was all he could do to stop himself coming right there and then. Jack Harkness was giving him a blow job. Jack fucking Harkness... and God it felt better than any fantasy he'd ever imagined. He felt like fireworks were exploding in his brain, sparks of desire were flashing through him.

'God Jack... yes...'

Hearing Ianto saying his name that way was making Jack impossibly hard. He experimented with his technique, trying to work out what Ianto liked. More than anything he wanted to make Ianto feel good.

Jack began to tease by lightly sucking on the tip of Ianto's cock, causing the younger man to let out a groan of frustration as he fought to stop himself from thrusting into Jack's mouth.

Jack chuckled and reached out to stroke his hand across Ianto's chest. Ianto took Jack's hand in his; just held it. There was something about that action that made Jack feel as though they were even more closely connected. It was an incredibly powerful feeling. He'd never felt so turned on before, not with any of his previous lovers. How was Ianto Jones doing this to him?

'Fuck,' Ianto cried out. 'I'm going to come Jack...'

Jack began to hum around Ianto's cock and a second later Ianto was coming in his mouth, calling his name as he did so. Jack swallowed and then sat up grinning. He moved to kiss Ianto again.

'Fuck... that was incredible,' Jack said in between kisses.

'You're incredible,' Ianto replied and was rewarded with another kiss.

Ianto reached down and took Jack's still hard cock in his hand. 'Want me to do something about this?' he teased.

'Mmm ... that would be nice,' Jack replied.

'Want to fuck me?' Ianto whispered and nipped playfully and Jack's earlobe.

Jack's eyes went wide. 'God yes.'

Ianto smiled and rolled over so that he was lying on his back. He looked up into Jack's eyes as he reached, with practised ease for the lube and condoms in the bedside drawer. He couldn't believe this was happening. How many times had he fantasised about this growing up? He wanted to pinch himself to check that this was actually happening but if he was dreaming Ianto thought, he never wanted to wake up because this was by far the most incredibly erotic wet dream he'd ever had.

Jack slowly began to prepare Ianto sliding his fingers in and out.

'Are you sure?' he asked as he gently stroked Ianto's thigh. Ianto nodded.

'I'm sure. Please fuck me Jack.'

'God,' Jack replied. 'You have no idea how hot that sounds. Say that again Yan.'

'Fuck me,' Ianto repeated. 'Please Jack fuck me.'

'My pleasure beautiful,' Jack said softly.

He entered Ianto slowly making him gasp as Jack brushed against his prostate.

Jack and Ianto's eyes locked as they came together and Jack thought that he'd never seen anything so beautiful. Ianto's blue eyes were wide; pupils blown. They moved together as one and Jack felt a deep connection as he looked deep into Ianto's eyes. He didn't want the sensations to ever end.

He leaned down and kissed Ianto passionately, feeling that he was getting close he reached for Ianto's cock and began stroking him, Ianto had to come first. It took all of Jack's will power to hold himself back and the moment that he felt Ianto beginning to come Jack allowed himself to let go.

He collapsed against Ianto and for a few moments neither man spoke, they just kissed and held each other while they came back down to earth. Then Ianto broke the silence.

'Well that was unexpected.'

Jack couldn't help but laugh. 'Yeah it was just a bit.'

'I didn't actually come here for this you know,' Ianto told him. 'I did come here with the intention of just talking to you but... fuck. What do you do to me Jack?'

'I was just thinking the same thing actually,' Jack replied. 'I wish we'd done this last night.'

Ianto looked away slightly. 'Why didn't you?' he asked.

'It's really complicated Ianto.'

'Because of Alice?'

'Yeah,' Jack replied, 'partly because of Alice. I don't know... like i said it's complicated.'

'But you do like me though don't you?'

'I think we've established that,' Jack said with a smile. 'I haven't been able to get you out of my head.'

'Me neither,' Ianto told him honestly. 'So what are we going to do?'

'I don't know Yan,' Jack replied. 'My life... it's really...'

'Complicated,' Ianto interrupted him. 'So you keep saying. But what if I like complicated Jack?'

Jack looked at Ianto. He felt torn. He knew that getting into this with Ianto was crossing a line in his relationship with Alice; but then hadn't he crossed a pretty big line already? And he couldn't deny the way he felt whenever Ianto kissed him; touched him – hell even when Ianto was just in the same room as him. He wanted this. He wanted this like he'd never wanted anything in his life before. It was crazy and irrational. It made absolutely no sense but Jack just didn't want to stop the ride.

'What do you want to do?' he asked Ianto, running his hand up his bicep.

Ianto smiled. 'Well I was thinking ... dinner? ... movie?'

'Are you asking me out on a date?' Jack said with a grin.

'If you're interested.'

'Oh I'm interested,' Jack replied rolling over so that he was on top of Ianto. 'I'm very interested.'

'Good to know,' Ianto said with a smile. 'We should definitely stay here for a while longer though... before dinner.'

'Oh Mr Jones, I like your thinking,' Jack replied before leaning in to kiss him again.