Jack stared back at Ianto, and tightened the knot on his towel. "Hungry...?" he asked Ianto tentativley.
"Um... yea," the young man replied, "but I dont really have any food... or a place to cook i..." He gestured to the far corner of the room as he spoke, and Jack noticed a kettle, camping stove and minifridge sitting on the carpet, with several odd chipped plates and mugs on the floor next to it, several pans and some mixmatched cutlery. Jack raised an eyebrow, and walked accross the room. He crouched, opened the minifridge, and laughed. It was stocked with 7 cans of Carling and nothing else. The tension in the room seemed to ease, and Ianto smiled too. "I'll run down the shops" he laughed. Jack nodded in agreement, and Ianto rose, grabbed his wallet and jacket, and left, leaving Jack alone in the bedsit.
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By the time Ianto returned, holding a blue plastic bag and with his hair dripping down into his eyes, Jack was dressed in a blue corduroy dressing gown, and lying across the bed, reading the blurb of "O hello". He sat up guiltily as he saw Ianto enter, and stared, meeting Iantos eyes.
"You look good wet," he remarked spontaniously.
Ianto paused and quickly averted his glance. He placed the bag on the corner of the bed.
"I got beans," he said, "and bread. Everyone likes beans. Beans are good. I can cook beans." He was waffling, and cursed himself eternally. He took one can out of the bag, and was taking out another, when Jacks hand took the can from his, and pulled the bag towards him.
"Let me." he said. He slid off the bed, and padded over to the corner. He pulled a pen knife from his pocket, and started opening one of the cans of beans. He poured the contents of it into a pan, and lit the stove. He then added another can, and put the pan on the stove. Next, he got two plates, opened the loaf of bread and took out four pieces. He reached into the blue bag again, pulling out some butter. He spread it onto the pieces of bread, cut them and shared them out onto the plates. He then stirred the beans on the stove, and poured them out, onto the two plates, over the bread. He chose two forks and two knives, placed them on the respective plates, and rose, carrying the plates over to Ianto. Ianto smiled, whispered thanks and perched delicatly on the end of the bed. Jack sat next to him.
They ate their meal in silence, not daring to look at eachother, or make conversation. They both felt awkward and neither knew what to say to the other. Slowly, the food disapeared from their plates, and Jack sighed as he put his plate down next to him.
"I'm sorry yan." he whispered.
The welshman looked at him, and said blankly, "What for?"
Jack inhaled audibly. "For getting in the way. For being annoying."
"You're not annoying" Ianto replied almost instantaniously, "Not at all!"
Jack stared at him hard, as if he was trying to see past the pale blue eyes, deep into his mind. Suddenly, he leant in, and kissed Ianto hard on the lips. After a long moment he pulledaway, staring deeply into Ianto's eyes again. His expression was unfathomable.
thanks to james for the inspiration :D
sorry it took so long, been busy with coursework, review please :D