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A/N:: I know I've got some stories on the go but I can't seem to get into them so hopefully I should be okay with this one.
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Chapter 2::
Ianto POV:
Ianto's first few days went well. He was re-introduced to some class in everyone of them, leaving him thoroughly embarassed by the time friday came around. However, either Owen or Tosh were in each of his lessons except for English, taught by Miss Cooper, and History, taught by the Captain himself. He was just sitting down to eat his lunch when he realised he'd left his textbook in his History classroom.
"Owen, back in a sec." Owen nodded and Ianto practically ran to the History classroom. He knocked on the door before trying the handle. The door swung open and he moved silently into the empty classroom, glad that he wouldn't have to see the teacher. Just as he reached his desk, the door swung open again and Jack came in followed by a giggling Miss Cooper, who was grasping his arm in an obviously more than friendly gesture. Just as she was leaning up to kiss him Jack spotted Ianto stood by his desk. He gently pushed Gwen away who gasped when she saw Ianto.
"Ianto..." Ianto shook his head, knowing he had no reason and no right to feel jealous but couldn't help it just the same.
"None of my business." Gwen nodded and Ianto made his way from the room, refusing to meet Jack's eyes.
Ianto did everything that he could to avoid being alone with the History teacher. He handed his homework in with Owen's and if he needed any help he would ask Tosh. It wasn't until a week later that he came face-to-face with the American. He had been sat in the library trying to complete his History homework, and didn't understand it. Tosh was ill today and Owen was at football practice so he knew his only chance at finishing the work was to go and ask Jack. He sighed and pulled his bag onto his shoulder, making the short trek to the History classroom.
Jack POV:
Jack was sat at his desk, feet up, when there was a timid knock at the door.
"Come in!" Ianto shuffled into the classroom, making Jack's grin brighten tenfold.
"Mr Jones, what can I do you for?" Ianto stuttered and turned to look at Jack.
"I need help with the homework sir. I don't think I'm reading this right." He handed Jack the pieces of paper he had used trying to work out the answers to the questions. Jack looked over them and grinned slightly, laying them out on the desk so they could both see them.
"Right, here it's asking you for the most important event during World War II. If you think about it from different points of view for each paragraph then it should make more sense." Ianto glanced over the sheets and smiled slightly.
"Thank you sir, I get it now." Jack only grinned. "I should go, leave you to your marking or whatever teachers do. " As he went to move out of his chair, Jack rested a hand on his arm.
"Ianto, what you saw, between Miss Cooper and myself..."
"Is none of my business sir, I won't say anything, it isn't my place to do anything. You can see who you want to see" Ianto stood and made it this time.
"But I'm not seeing her Ianto." Ianto turned around to face him, confusion obvious in his face.
"Then why...?"
"There's someone I like...a lot... and I kinda figure that I would never actually be able to have them... so the thing with Gwen...Miss Cooper...was a one time thing." Ianto nodded.
"Okay...but sir, you don't need to explain anything to me. It's nothing to do with me, and I imagine you wish to keep it that way." Ianto turned to leave the room, tears gathering in his eyes at the thought of Jack with someone. Ridiculous, like it's anything to do with you. He'd never want you Ianto, the voice in Ianto's head piped up. Just as Ianto made it to the door, Jack caught ahold of his arm and spun him round. Ianto clutched at Jack's shoulders to keep himself from falling whilst Jack wrapped his arm around Ianto's waist to prevent the same. As he looked up he noticed just how close Jack was. He looked into the American's eyes, taking a deep breath, shocked at what he saw reflecting in them. Fear, realization and something he couldn't decipher. Ianto released Jack's shoulders and backed up slightly, pulling Jack with him, as he had yet to release Ianto's waist. This left Ianto pressed against the door with Jack just in front of him. He watched Jack's face as he assessed the situation. The way his eyes travelled over Ianto's face, lingering for a second too long over his lips, the lips that his own were only a centimetre away from. Ianto looked down and watch and Jack bit his bottom lip.
"Ianto..." The breathy sigh from Jack set Ianto's nerves on end and he gulped. Jack leant forward slightly, leaving the tiniest bit of a gap between them, so if he spoke his lips would nearly brush against the welshman's.
"Sir..."
"Jack, call me Jack." Ianto nodded, his lips gently gliding against Jack's.
"Jack..." His name rolling off Ianto's tongue in those beautiful welsh vowels took Jack's breath away and he leant forward, closing the gap between him and his student. As he pressed Ianto against the door, he grasped at the back of Ianto's jacket, whilst Ianto caught hold of Jack's hair. He slid his tongue against Ianto's bottom lip making the younger man gasp and tighten his hold on the American's hair. Jack pulled Ianto's jacket off of his shoulders and spread his hands over the welshman's stomach, trying to feel as much of his body as he could under the shirt he was still wearing. Ianto threw his head back and Jack ren his lips along his jaw and down his throat, he pushed the top of the younger man's shirt away and sucked on the collar-bone hard enough to leave a mark and was just reaching for Ianto's top button when the welshman's phone rang. He pulled away and watched as Ianto pulled the phone out of his pocket, flipping it open.
"Owen...no I just needed help from Mr Harkness on the History homework...yeah I'll be as quick as I can... okay...yep see you soon." He flipped his phone shut and looked back up at his teacher. "I should..." He gestured to the door. Jack nodded.
"Yeah you should...go meet your brother." Ianto nodded. He then caught hold of Jack's face and pulled him into another spectacularly passionate kiss. Jack ran his hands apprecitively down Ianto's back to the small of it. He pulled away and pressed a few chaste kisses onto the welshman's lips before allowing him to grab his bag and leave the room. Ianto stood outside the door and leant on it, a small smile gracing his lips. Jack leant against the edge of his desk, running his fingers over his lips and grinning. It was then he noticed Ianto's jacket was still lying where Jack had dropped it. He picked it up and ran outside, to see Ianto turning the corner at the end of the corridor. Jack shrugged and moved back into the classroom, knowing Ianto would remember it eventually. He sat at his desk and held the jacket, knowingly inhaling the scent of the man who had been wearing it.