So finally, here's the first smex and with that part 2 ;)
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Ianto's face was flushed and he felt humiliated. It all had started with that stupid coat anyway and now he didn't know what to do about it. Jack was smirking at him and did that man really have to look that sexy while doing so? And did Ianto just think what he thought he thought?
Oh my…
His boss had just kissed him and even worse, Ianto had definitely enjoyed it. It hadn't felt strange or even gross to get kissed by another man. Not even Jack's nature to lead had put Ianto off, as he was used to falling for stronger partners. He had always been all over strong women, so it was just naturally that he'd develop this stupid crush on his boss.
"Did I break you?" Jack asked smugly, still grinning and disturbing Ianto's thoughts.
"Uhm…" Ianto started but couldn't finish, as he had no idea what he wanted to say anyway.
Jack looked at him searchingly, suddenly frowning but still with a kind smile while absently and reassuringly stroking Ianto's left cheek.
"We can pretend this never happened, if you want to."
Still, the words wouldn't come to Ianto. He just stared at Jack open mouthed not able to say anything. Only when Jack finally sighed softly and started to pull away from him did Ianto move. Ianto's hand shot forward all on its own to hold on to Jack's wrist so that his boss couldn't pull away.
Jack lifted his eyebrow in question and Ianto stuttered:
"Why… did you do that? What made you…?"
Jack's smile was still kind as he resumed his stroking motion, although his voice had a teasing note:
"You did. You were practically drooling on my floor looking at me like that and thinking I wouldn't notice."
Everything in Ianto screamed to protest that statement, but when Ianto was younger he had been taught not to lie. He couldn't lie to Jack anymore. So instead he looked away, feeling very embarrassed.
"Don't be shy about it. You aren't the first and I'm pretty sure you won't be the last to fall for my charms."
Ianto frowned. That smug bastard!
The look on Ianto's face caused Jack to chuckle and to lean in again. Jack did it slower this time, giving Ianto plenty time to feel warned and to pull away. Instead, Ianto bridged the remaining gap himself and sealed their lips.
The second kiss felt even hotter than the first, although Jack made an effort not to be too pushy about it. Ianto moaned softly into his mouth feeling content and horny and excited at the same time. Jack's mouth was hot, his lips wet and his tongue must have come straight from heaven. When Ianto put his hands on Jacks face to further deepen the kiss he encountered stubble and felt a rush of arousal race through his body. Jack's musky smell was all around him, taking his breath away and making him feel sheltered and cared for.
When they both finally pulled away from the kiss, they were both breathing hard. Their eyes were heavy lidded, pupils dilated and their lips looked swelled and well-kissed. Jack moved his hand from Ianto's cheek and softly stroked his thumb over Ianto's lips.
"This is your first time out with a man, isn't it?"
Surprisingly, after that very intense kiss, Ianto didn't found it too embarrassing to talk about it.
"Yes. And I really don't know why it suddenly happened."
"How did it start?"
Ianto groaned. "That stupid coat."
Jack chuckled. "Really? You can't be serious."
"I am." Ianto shrugged. "I suddenly kept imaging you slowly stripping and how you would look while shrugging out of it and…" he blushed and kept that last thought for himself. To his surprise, Jack didn't push it and instead leaned it to put a third, very chaste kiss on Ianto's lips.
As Ianto tried to deepen the kiss again, Jack suddenly pulled back looking sorry but determined.
"No, not here. The others will be back soon, and if you really want to do this, we will take our time."
"What's wrong with quick and dirty?"
Ianto was surprised at how eager he sounded and that he actually had been able to ask the question at all. He was also surprised to see a dark shadow cross Jack's features, making him look very sad for a moment.
"Nothing, if it's done out of the right motives."
"What are you talking about?"
"Times have changed since I had my first go-round with another man. But back then, quick and dirty was the only way to do it at all."
"Oh." Ianto had a pretty good idea about what Jack was talking and to his surprise the usually so introverted man kept telling him more as if it was really important that Ianto understands everything he tries to tell him.
"I will never do it again quick and dirty because I am ashamed, and I won't allow you to do the same. If you do it and you don't like it? Fine. Stop doing it, but never feel ashamed about trying it out. I just can't stand that anymore."
Ianto's hornier self wanted to tell Jack, that he wasn't ashamed, but he still couldn't lie to Jack. Especially not when Jack was really telling something about himself for once.
"I've been taught to feel ashamed. My parents have been kind to me, but also very conservative."
"I figured that much."
"This is a stupid idea anyway."
Now Jack looked surprised. "Why?"
Was there a polite way to say it? Probably not, so Ianto decided on
"Well, shagging your boss…"
Jack chuckled. "It won't change my behavior and you seem content with your chores. I don't think you'd do it to get a better job."
"That may be true, but that's not how anybody else will see it."
"Caring about what anybody else has to say about your sex life is pretty near to feeling ashamed…" Jack pointed out frowning again.
"Yeah. I know. See, it's impossible."
Jack stared at him long and hard, before he slowly, oh so slowly, started to shrug out of his coat. Ianto had no chance holding the rising groan back. He just stared, his mouth watering and to his horror he felt his blood rushing south. As he was still standing directly in front of the other man, there was no way to hide his growing erection.
Jack was smiling again and softly put a hand on Ianto's shoulder.
"Looks to me like you should get this out of your system, if you want to function at all."
Ianto swallowed hard. "So what are you suggesting? A one timer?"
"If that's what you want, sure. If you want more, that's also okay. I don't mind either way."
"So if I would want a relationship…" Ianto's voice trailed off expectantly.
Jack's face looked suddenly sad. "Then I would have to tell you, that I couldn't do that. I'm sorry, but…"
"It's that doctor, right?" Ianto asked, pouting a little.
"Among other things, yes. I've lived too long, I've seen too much…"
"So, coworkers with benefits?" Ianto inquired, trying to sound not too disappointed.
"If it works, why not? You'd tire of me soon anyway… and you really need to know if you like it at all first before thinking about that."
"So no hard feelings if I don't like it?"
Jack just looked at him as Ianto suddenly felt light headed. "I suppose that's a no. So, when…"
"Tomorrow evening, after work. Around 10 p.m.?"
"Why not tonight?"
"Because I want you to think this through. It will change things more for you than for me and I think it will be much easier for me to handle."
"It's a date, then."
"It's a date."
…
Ianto checked his wristwatch. He was ten minutes early, but he actually was here to cancel their date anyway. He knew Jack was in, and everybody else was long gone. Jack must know that he was coming, as he always had one eye on the cameras. Now Ianto stood in front of the door to Jack privet quarters down in the basement of the hub and wondered if he should knock or not.
The decision was taken for him as Jack's voice drifted through the closed doors to his ears.
"You going to come in or are you planning to stand out there all night?"
Ianto rolled his eyes before he pressed the handle and entered the dimly lit room. His eyes needed a moment to focus, but when they did, an aroused gasp escaped his lips.
Jack clearly had been awaiting his arrival, as he was sitting popped up on the couch at the other end of the room. There wasn't to find much other furniture there, but Ianto had only eyes for Jack anyway.
He practically slouched on the sofa as naked as the day he was born, his already rapidly filling erection lying nestled against his thigh. The only piece of clothing he actually wore was the coat, on which he was half sitting, half lying.
"So, you like what you see?"
Jack smirked, smug about Ianto's immediate reactions. When Ianto made no moves to come over to his resting places though, Jack slowly raised, looking feline and dangerous, and made his way over to Ianto.
Ianto was in agony. His mind really didn't want to do this, but his body clearly had other ideas. Thankfully Jack realized pretty quickly that something was wrong. He closed the coat, trying to look decent and rushed over to comfort his clearly distressed visitor.
"What is it? What happened?"
Ianto took a deep breath, ignoring that he felt stupid and useless and pretty much a mess.
"I… came here… to…"
"You changed your mind?" Jack guessed, as Ianto couldn't finish his explanation.
"I… I just don't want to use you."
"Use me?" Jack blinked confused. "How did you get that idea?"
"I'm just feeling lonely and guilty about Lisa and this is my way of…"
Jack interrupted him. "No. None of that. Actually, it's me using you, if you want to put it that way. You could go as far and say I'm taking advantage of your confused state."
"No. I just want to… I want to forget in another body. This isn't…"
"Stop worrying about me, Ianto. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."
"But…"
"No Ianto. I mean it. The only question is, can you handle it?"
"I… don't know. I am lonely and I do feel guilty…"
"So would you like to be with someone else?" Jack suddenly asked confusing Ianto completely.
"Of course not. What are you…"
"So when exactly did all this start? Just now or when we were lying on the floor trying to catch Myfawny?"
Ianto's blush told Jack everything he needed to know and he smiled waiting for Ianto to realize the truth.
"We could forget any of this happened, if that's what you wish for. Or we could…"
Jack shrugged and Ianto's head suddenly whipped around to stare in Jack's eyes. Until then he'd been looking to the side lost in thoughts, but the prospect of walking away didn't seem to make him very happy either.
Ianto just stared at Jack and knew it was his decision alone. Jack was right. He was a big boy and had already shown at different times that he could handle rejection as good as approval.
Jack's smile was once again very kind and full of emotion, as he lifted his hand to stroke through Ianto's short hair. To Ianto the touch felt gorgeous and he leaned into the hand, just barely suppressing a purr. It felt so good to get touched again and despite his usual hard manner, Jack seemed like a person full of gentleness to share.
Suddenly, after Ianto had made his decision to see this through, he was very glad that Jack had refused Ianto's earlier wish for something quick and dirty. He longed for the gentle touches, the unhurried lovemaking of first discovery and the touch of someone who actually wanted to be with him, not just the next warm body.
Ianto nodded just slightly, seeing approval in Jack's eyes, as his own eyes traveled from there to Jack's neck, where his coat met skin. Ianto lifted his hand and touched the place softly, feeling Jack shiver under his fingertips. He slowly pushed the digit under the coat and saw out of the corner of his eyes that Jack let it fall open again. With a very slow move he pushed the coat from Jack's left shoulder, baring inch after inch of that delicious, addicting looking skin. He was careful not to push it too far, so that the denim caught on Jack's elbow. He did the same to the other side when he saw Jack smirk at his careful ministrations.
Ianto pulled his hand back before he placed it on Jack's flat stomach, slowly but surely pushing the man into the direction of the sofa. Jack went willingly, but caught Ianto's waistband, so that he could pull the young Welsh along. Once there, Jack immediately sat down and opened his legs, so that Ianto could kneel between them. The coat restricted his arms anyway, so he just lay back, waiting to see what Ianto would make of the situation.
Jack didn't need to wait long for any action though, as Ianto leaned in and kissed Jack tentatively. Jack answered the kiss in kind, but didn't do much else, just waited for Ianto's first exploration. Ianto's hands wandered on their own journey. He touched Jack's upper body everywhere he could easily reach, but he seemed to like the places most where skin and coat met.
After a while his mouth started wandering too, first focusing on Jack's surprisingly tender neck then started in on some serious nipple teasing. Jack's moans were appreciating and spurred Ianto on to bolder movements. He licked his way down onto Jack's flat stomach, gliding over muscles, where he placed the occasional bite. Jack's back arched in approval and Ianto instantly soothed the irritated skin with wet licks. His hands were stroking over Jack's thighs and when his mouth wandered to dip into Jack's navel, something hard and already slippery poked Ianto's chin. Musk was filling his nostrils and both their bodies had started to break into a light sweat. Ianto's own arousal felt heavy and pressed against his pants, but Jack's erection was too enticing to ignore it.
Ianto glided further down and slowly licked the clear liquid away which had gathered on the tip. That tore a groan out of Jack and Ianto had to suppress an appreciative shudder. It felt great to know that he could so easily please his usually cocky boss. He repeated the move and Jack obviously had problems to keep still. His hands were caught in the denim of the coat and Ianto felt a little sorry for him. So he leaned in and freed the older man's arms. Instantly Jack's hands flew to Ianto's head to beg him silently to go back to the task ahead.
Ianto chuckled and easily gave in. He had liked the first taste, although it had tasted bitter, but the musky scent of Jack's arousal was calling to him. He dove back in, now repeating the licking move on the whole erection. Jack's hand in his hair pulled slowly, but it didn't hurt, so the young Welsh ignored it and added it to the heavy moans of arousal.
Ianto gave in and finally opened his mouth to take as much of Jack's cock into his mouth as he could. He tried to watch his teeth and saw that he couldn't go very far. He wondered how women were so good at it, as he clearly didn't know how to work easily around the cock in his mouth. He tried a few up and down movements and just worked the rest of it with his hand.
Jack gasped and shuddered and sweated and moaned and Ianto was thankful for it as he couldn't be that bad at it as he thought. He tried out a light sucking motion and instantly was rewarded with a sharp push to his forehead. At first he was disorientated and wondered, if he'd done something wrong, but then he saw the firm grip Jack had on the base of his erection and winced in sympathy. He watched Jack's fight for control not to come yet and tried to sooth him by softly stroking his flank.
Jack had squeezed his eyes tightly shut but when he opened them, they were dilated and filled with arousal and lust. Ianto had only time for a quick "Uff!" before his backside hit the sofa. Jack was looming over him and grinning broadly: "You are wearing way too many clothes for me to come yet. Shall we lose them?"
Ianto's breath caught in his throat at the enticing sight over him. Jack was very sexy in the way he posed over him, straddling his hips and looking so self-confident and predatory.
"Sure…" Ianto finally croaked and if possible, Jack's grin even broadened.
It didn't take long for Jack to rid his prey of all clothes. Ianto had no idea when exactly he'd lost which article of his clothing, but it was soon lying in a heap right beside the sofa. He was preoccupied with Jack's probing hands and his mouth as he distracted the young Welsh from the tedious task of disrobing.
Ianto felt as if every sorrow, everything bad that had happened to him since he started to work at Torchwood London, was swapped away by those touches and kisses. He hadn't felt this good in years and he wanted to make this last as long as he could. It must have been with that state of mind, he caught Jack's wrist and put his hands down between his legs in a very obvious place.
They hadn't talked much until then and just conversed by touch and kiss alone, but now Jack had to ask "Are you sure that's what you want? There's a hell of lot other things to do between two men."
Ianto took a deep breath and his voice wobbled only a bit when he answered: "I'm sure."
But Jack wasn't convinced yet.
"Is this still about you not wanting to use me?"
Ianto shrugged. "Maybe. But mostly…"
"What?"
"Mankind is known to be selfish. There must be a reason why men are doing this since the beginning of time, right?" Ianto sounded sarcastic and Jack chuckled.
"Oh, there is." He sobered up a little and pressed a chaste kiss to Ianto's lips. "It still hurts the first time. You can do me instead, if you want."
This time, Ianto's voice was steady as he decided: "No, I want it. Do you…?"
"Yeah. Give me a minute." Jack stood up and looked sternly at him "Stay put."
Ianto watched as Jack crossed the room and opened one of the drawers at the far wall. He rummaged around a little and then a triumphant "Got you!" announced the finding of the needed items. Jack was back to the sofa in no time and knelt between Ianto's open legs.
"Don't I need to turn around?" Ianto looked confused but Jack shook his head.
"No. We have all the time in the world to do this slowly enough, and I prefer to look my partners in the eye. It's much more intimate, which means it's much more fun."
"Oookay." Ianto didn't look convinced but stayed put as ordered.
"How do you want to do this?" Jack asked another question.
"What do you mean?" Again with the confusion.
"I can blow you now, so you will be relaxed when we do this, or we can do this with you still aroused." Jack shrugged "It's a matter of preference. Both ways have positive and negative effects."
Ianto blushed furiously at Jack's so easily spoken words. "I think, I prefer aroused." He finally croaked and Jack decided to tease him a little more.
"I have quite the talented mouth, you know. I can't believe you refused a blow-job…"
Ianto rolled his eyes "I'm pretty sure we'll have time for that next time."
"So there will be a next time?"
Ianto felt still embarrassed and really didn't like to talk much during sex, but the teasing got to him so he answered looking mock-annoyed: "If I don't feel you inside me in the next few minutes, I'm not so sure about it anymore."
Jack grinned, saluted and said "Yes, Sir. I'll do my very best." before leaning in again to steal some more kisses. While distracting Ianto with his tongue and really talented mouth he slowly positioned the young Welsh with a few loving touches on the sofa to his liking. At one point he put one of the small pillows under Ianto's backside and finally seemed content with his work.
"Ready?" he asked after breaking the kiss and instantly felt the body under him tense.
"Relax, Ianto. You'll need some preparation first anyway. Just lean back and try to follow my advice and you'll be fine, okay? If I do anything you don't like…"
But Ianto's patience was wearing thin, so he interrupted Jack's monolog:
"I know. Then I say so and you stop. I trust you not to hurt me on purpose. I just feel a little… silly."
Jack stole another kissed, then leered: "Are you insane? You look like a feast all spread out like that for my touch alone."
"Really?"
"Fishing for compliments?"
"Nobody looks like you…" Ianto mumbled.
"I know." Jack grinned and got smacked for it on the shoulder.
"Bastard." Ianto growled. "Get on with it, will you?"
Jack nodded and took the condom-package. He ripped it open with his teeth and pushed the condom into Ianto's hands. The young Welsh rose a little for a better position, then he put it over Jack's erection with practiced ease. Strangely Jack's erection didn't look that different than his own, only his was a little bent to the left, while Jack's was bent upwards. He wondered if it liked the same moves as his own…
"Hey, stop that. Any more of that and you'll have to wait longer than you want before I can do you." Jack warned and Ianto grinned. "You should start distracting me then."
"As you wish." Slippery hands grabbed for Ianto's erection and repeated the very same move he'd just tested on Jack. Ianto's hips bucked involuntarily as he mumbled "Not fair."
But then he tensed as the deft fingers finally slipped between his slightly parted ass cheeks to look for the hidden entrance there.
"No, don't tense. Deep and even breaths." Jack instructed, but Ianto had trouble following the order.
"Here." Jack put his left hand on Ianto's stomach "Breath into the hand. Watch my hand move up and down through your breaths."
It sounded strange, but Ianto gave it a try: it actually helped while Jack's fingers slowly circled Ianto's entrance and started to work the muscle loose. It felt very strange as a first finger finally breached the tight ring of muscle and Ianto squirmed a little. He hadn't much time to concentrate on the feeling though as Jack suddenly leaned forward and took Ianto's erection in his mouth.
Ianto's hips bucked again, first pushing even more of his erection into Jack's accommodating body then down on the probing fingers as guilt kicked in. He'd only once lost control like that before and his girlfriend back then hadn't been pleased as he'd triggered her gagging reflex. Jack pulled back even more and chuckled, whispering against his skin.
"Relax Ianto. I can take it." Ianto felt a weight lift from his heart and slowly allowed himself to fall. It seemed, as if there was nothing he needed to think about, just to let himself be swept away by Jack's expert fingers.
As he slowly relaxed Jack's finger started again to move inside his body and this time the other man gave Ianto time to focus on the feeling. It felt strange and very large, although it was only one finger. Then Jack pulled away and coated his fingers with even more lube to return with two fingers pushing at his entrance. Ianto felt his body tensing, but he focused on his breathing and was glad that he mastered it without Jack needing to distract him again. It was slightly uncomfortable to feel them both moving inside his body but it didn't hurt yet.
"That's it. Push against me. Try to push me out."
Ianto was confused. "What? I thought I should relax?"
"Just trust me. Try to push me out."
Ianto did it and was surprised how easily the fingers now moved.
"It relaxes the muscles." Jack explained, before he added "Keep breathing."
The stretching grew uncomfortable again as Jack started in on scissoring motions but this time Ianto was prepared when Jack swallowed his erection. He just worked the head, licking and sucking, but it left Ianto soon near the edge, while his cock had only been half hard before due to the strange sensations on his anus.
"You ready?"
Ianto didn't think so, but he still nodded. When Jack deemed him ready enough to ask this question, he must be more relaxed than he thought.
The erection pushing against Ianto felt like splitting him apart and the burn was unexpected painful. Still, through the haze of the pain, he could sense Jack's care. He was going excruciatingly slow, giving Ianto time to adjust and murmuring sweet nothings of distraction into his ear.
"Come on, Ianto. Breath with me. Push against me. That's it. Keep going. You're doing good."
Finally the slow movement stopped and Ianto could feel Jack's thighs resting against his backside.
"Shh, see? The worst part is over."
Jack kissed him, not moving at all, just softly stroking Ianto's rapidly shrinking erection with lazy movements of his hands. Slowly, very slowly Ianto's body relaxed again trying to accommodate around the intruder. Jack held him in an embrace all the while stroking him until he started rocking his hips. One part of Ianto's mind, that wasn't occupied with pain or the strain to relax wondered, why Jack's thrusts came so irregularly. Then his whole brain suddenly shut off as sparks of pleasure exploded behind Ianto's closed eyelids. He groaned loudly and did it again as Jack repeated the move.
Jack chuckled. "That's why men have been doing this from the beginning of time. Ianto Jones say hello to your prostate."
That earned him another annoyed slap to his arm as his thrusts slowly started to grow stronger. Jack made sure to brush the sweet spot inside Ianto's body with every thrust and sooner than expected Ianto lay under him begging for release. He wasn't going to deny it to the sweet young man, so he started fisting Ianto's cock in earnest in a counter move to his hips. He needed about four or five more thrusts as Ianto yelled his orgasm into the world, coming in three hard spurts all over Jack's hand and his own chest.
Jack waited until Ianto's body relaxed again, then slowly started thrusting again. Ianto suddenly opened his eyes and focused on him, pulling him in even more strongly and whispered.
"Come on, Jack. I can take it. It's your turn now."
And just like that Jack just gave in. It was a real sight to behold, how Jack rapidly started to lose himself in Ianto's body. It seemed that he was as touch starved and skin hungry as Ianto had been; he just had more control with hiding it. The thrusts started to burn uncomfortably again, as Jack lost all skill in search for his right rhythm. Ianto couldn't have cared less as he dug his calves against Jack's thighs to spur him on further.
Jack finally came with half a grunt and half a cry, before he collapsed on Ianto's body. The young Welsh pulled him in a strong embrace and soothingly stroked through Jack's sweaty hair until his breath slowly evened out.
"That was a hell of a ride. You're a quick study." Jack finally mumbled against Ianto's collar bone.
"Why, thank you, Sir. You weren't so bad yourself. But I also have a bad message for you."
Jack tensed.
"Are you having second thoughts?"
"No." Ianto softly stroked over Jack's back. "Don't be ridiculous, Sir."
Jack groaned: "Will you stop with the 'Sir' already? Or do you have a kink I need to know about?"
"No, but as your butler I really need to tell you something."
"So? What is it? Is Gwen standing in the door and enjoying the view?"
"God heavens no! But we might have ruined your coat for good, Sir."
Jack shook his head sleepily in negative. "No, I have the spawn of the best cleaner dynasty ever working for me. I'm sure he'll be able to fix it."
…
Jack was dead and Ianto didn't know what to do. Jack had been holding them all together and now with him Torchwood had died. They all had been sure that he couldn't die. Jack himself believed the most. But their boss just didn't wake up anymore. Four days he had been lying in the morgue now and didn't come back to life.
After a week they had started to clean the place out. They worked slowly but steadily. Ianto was the first to come to the hub and the last one to go, but sometimes he didn't go at all. Those times he went upstairs, as soon as everybody was gone, and locked himself into the hothouse.
The coat was waiting there for him where he had put it. Sometimes he put it on, because it still smelled of Jack. Why did life have to be this way for him? Why did he always lose those he loved most? Although Jack had repeatedly told him that he wasn't capable of a real relationship anymore, they had been going steady for a while now. Of course he knew that Jack loved too many people and had fallen too often in his life for other people that he could completely commit anymore, but as far as this went, they had been mostly exclusive for a while.
They had stopped meeting just for sex and instead they had actually enjoyed a quiet time together in the hub just being near to each other and talking. Still, nobody had known. Ianto has asked to keep their… well arrangement a secret, but until now only Owen might have suspected something going on between them and he had neither confirmed nor dismissed any suspicions of him. Ianto had still been too scared of the others' opinions and now he was pretty alone in his misery.
Jack had repeatedly asked of him to make it official, so he wouldn't feel so separated from the others. And of course, the bastard had been right. The only thing holding him together were those quiet hours up in Jack's bureau, wrapped up in his coat and the memories.
When Jack finally did return from the dead, Ianto couldn't have cared less about the others. He just wanted to kiss Jack and seeing the look upon the other man's face he didn't hesitate a second to do so.
…
To lose Jack so quickly after having him gotten back was even more devastating than his death had been for Ianto. Right now his knowledge was killing Ianto and while the others still believed that Jack had been kidnapped, somehow Ianto knew better. The hand in the canister was gone too and that could mean only one thing: Jack's doctor had been looking for him and Jack had followed the summoning.
This time, he wasn't alone, as the team knew that Jack and he were supposed to be an item. Obviously they weren't or Jack wouldn't be with his doctor right now.
The worst of it was that they kept going without Jack this time. There was a high chance that he'd return sooner or later and until then Torchwood needed to keep going. But where would they stand then? Would they continue where they'd left off? Could Ianto really do that and survive? Despite Jack's warnings he'd fallen for Jack and now he needed to deal with that mess.
A lot of the tasks Jack asked Ianto to do on a regular basis were boring and very much the work of daily life, but Ianto relished in those small things. He liked doing the coffee just right so Jack would sigh and smile dreamily just because he'd had a small sip of it. He liked driving the team around and working in the archive. And still, mostly he liked doing Jack's laundry. It was pretty silly, he knew that, especially as he hated doing it when he was just a small boy and later, when he was a rebellious teenager. He never wanted to follow his parents' footsteps and now here he was, doing the laundry for his boss, while he was out saving the world.
Somehow, when Jack had disappeared, Ianto had changed his position and didn't like that at all. Now he was out to save the world with the rest of the team and he had no time to do his own laundry anymore. He didn't even have the time to think about doing Jack's. Not that he needed to, now that the man was gone.
But the lack of laundry wasn't the worst part. It was the lack of the coat. If missing the laundry was silly, what was missing the coat then? When they all thought Jack had died he'd had the coat at least, but this time Jack had taken it with him to his doctor.
So where did that leave Ianto?
…
End of Part 2