Jack
"London. Only about 50 years since I've been here last," I smiled at Ianto, determined to enjoy this trip for his sake if not my own.
"Where first?" Ianto shifted gear and turned a tight corner.
"Let's go to see James, then I can give him a piece of my mind," I was still annoyed at having to do somebody else's job.
"Be nice Jack," Ianto offered me his hand and I took it happily.
"Seeing as it's you," I squeezed his hand.
"Here we are," Ianto stopped the car and got out.
Walking down the corridors, I felt a wave of unexpected delight. It took a moment for me to realise why; the last time I had been in an office was about a year ago when we were hunting down what we thought were cluster bombs for John Hart. I felt like I had just enough courage to ask him on a date. I remembered how nervous I was and how well it had gone and I actually laughed out loud which made Ianto raise one eyebrow at me in confusion.
I began to explain and never finished the word 'date' as he pulled me into a kiss. His hands were on my neck and mine on his. I let myself be drawn further and further from reality until only he remained. All I could feel was his breath on my face, his hold around my shoulders, his body close to mine. I couldn't even remember where I was.
Ianto
There I was, kissing Jack, right in the centre of the corridor. We were metres away from James' door but I didn't know; I wasn't paying attention to anything but Jack.
"Well this is cosy," James smirked as we broke apart.
"Oh. Err, hi James," I flushed "This is-"
"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack held out his hand and James reluctantly shook it.
"Right," James led us into his office, moving boxes and papers so we could sit down. "Well, I can't help you all that much, all I know was sent in those documents," I was glad it was turning out to be a short visit, "I could go with you but I wouldn't want to break up the happy little gay thing you've got going on here."
I wanted to shout, to scream at him, to tell him we were so much more than a 'happy little gay thing' but that would probably have made things so much worse.
"Well," Jack coldly held James' gaze, "Our time is up, I think. We won't be meeting again." Jack swept out of the room and I had to force myself not to swoon.
I slammed the door behind me and strode off with Jack. I was failing to hide my hurt.
"Hey," Jack met my eyes and smiled comfortingly "why don't we go to the hotel and unpack?" He winked and my heart fluttered and turned a back flip.
The night was, as ever, not long enough. Jack decided to spend the next day sightseeing and that night I fell asleep, shattered, in his arms.