POV-Jack

As he made his way down the stairs Jack's gait took on a lighter step. At first he had been wrathful to find out that Ianto had been putting on an act to get him all bothered, but, as he pondered how best to get him back, he saw that this was a magnificent opportunity to express those things which he had otherwise had the decency to withhold during normal working hours. Never had he allowed the full flirt in him out in front of any member of Torchwood. Now was the chance to show them the real Jack Harkness.

But first he had to make a pit stop. Deviating on a little, he sauntered into the kitchen and began rummaging through the refrigerator until he found the rice and lo mein the crew had been lunching on yesterday. Grabbing a set of chop sticks he made a bee line for Ianto's desk.

The unassuming Welshman had his back turned with his focus directed on prying open a particularly stubborn drawer with a screwdriver. Jack chuckled silently to himself, wishing for a second that it was sonic. Not even attempting to use his espionage skills, he carefully made his way until he was right behind Ianto who was quietly directing some surprising fowl language at the problem. As he stepped to the side Jack deftly snuck a hand up and grabbed Ianto's butt. Ianto in turn let out an undignified yelp and twisted around. "Oh sorry, was that yours?" Jack apologized as he resumed a stance beside the other man as he made a mental note to do that again very soon.

Ianto looked down at the screwdriver, his knuckles turning white around the instrument. "Not a problem, sir. Just didn't know I was in your way."

"Not yet you aren't." Jack mused as he leaned against the desk languidly. He tapped his fingers against the smooth, white cardboard. "Need any help?"

"No thank you, sir." Ianto replied warily as he inched his backside away from his boss.

Jack shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and made pinching sounds with the chop sticks. Ianto should think himself lucky Jack hadn't thought of using them to squeeze his butt. Still pondering the reaction that would have inspired he brought the utensil up and slid it into his mouth.

POV-Ianto

Ianto glanced up to make sure Jack wasn't about to make any sudden movements to snatch at indecent portions of his body when his eyes fell on that little wooden stick Jack was thoughtfully running across his lips. I hope he gets a splinter, Ianto thought viciously, and looked away. But then his gaze was draw inexplicably back…. No. This is what started this whole mess, he reminded himself. Stop. Looking. He glanced up at Jack's mouth. Damn it. "Should I reheat that for you, sir?" Ianto asked as he purposefully looked the other direction.

"Oh I think it's just hot enough." Jack simmered. He extracted the chop sticks from his mouth and plunged them into the carton, bring out a good portion of lo mein noodles. Tilting his head back, he slowly lowered them into his mouth until Ianto began to wonder if he possessed a gag reflex. And then he began to wonder what he could do with this special talent….He mentally kicked himself. Hadn't he just overcome this? Did he not remember the magic he had done with his tie? He needed to take control.

"I have a feeling it can get much hotter." Ianto responded as he leaned over his side of the table, positioning a hand on his hip.

"You have no idea." Jack hinted none-too slightly back as he licked his lips. He moved closer to Ianto, and before the other could fathom the idea lashed out and snagged his belt loop, yanking him close.

All thoughts of seizing control of the situation fled his mind as he tried hard not to concentrate on Jack's accelerated breathing, and the fact that his was well on the way to match it.

"Sir?" Ianto questioned cautiously. "Is there—"

"The jig is up." Jack responded harshly with an American phrase that would cause Ianto to laugh under different circumstances. Now it simply made him internally shudder, and not totally in a good way. But still he held his face as passive as he could.

POV-Jack

It irked him that the man he was nearly humping wasn't responding accordingly. So it did mean nothing to him. Jack felt his heart sink a level as it had all those other times when others he had specifically loved hadn't returned the sentiment. To mask this disappointment he began to grow angry. "I know your game. And I want you to know that you do not mess with me." He ground his teeth as his eyes searched Ianto's face who stared back with a confused look on his face.

"What game, sir? I haven't—"

Jack swiftly grabbed the back of Ianto's head, pulling them tantalizingly closer so their skin barely touched. He cocked his head as if to kiss the frightened Welshman, but held back. He narrowed his frigid blue eyes. "You really don't want to see what I'm capable of." His eyes flickered over Ianto's lips, considering. But then something caught his eye. Scampering down the steps into the Hub, Tosh was making her way over to the work station. Jack smiled impishly at Ianto. "Understand?" He leaned back and clapped a hand on Ianto's shoulder as he walked away. As he passed Tosh he gave her a slight wave, but instead of waving amiably back she glared at him and hastened over to consult with Ianto. Sighing heavily Jack made his way back to his office and tightly shut the door.

POV-Tosh

It took her a while to regain her composure enough to attempt to rectify the situation she had a hand in creating. Pacing back and forth, Tosh hoped that Ianto could take care of himself. Why hadn't she thought of the fragile state his mind was in? What if things went horribly wrong? Finally she had enough. What if those two were getting into it down there? She knew how boys could be.

Tosh cautiously made her way through the door and down the stairs into the Hub, straining her ears in case there really was something that was going on that she shouldn't interrupt. But she could hear nothing.

She peered through the metal gate, but her line of vision was blocked by the large computer system of her work station. Inching closer, she heard whispers, and then a sharp exclamation. She walked closer, and finally peered over the desk top to see Ianto and Jack standing directly in front of each other, maybe not a centimeter apart. Her spirits brightened at the sight, hoping that they had made up after all. But then she saw Jack grab Ianto's head in a less than carnal way and her fears were renewed. She bolted up and began to make her way towards the two men, hoping one of them would hear her approach and break contact. And that's exactly what Jack did after he gave Ianto what seemed like a friendly pat on the shoulder. But when Tosh saw Ianto's stricken face she knew that things had definitely not gone well. Casting Jack a withering look when he tried to be friendly with her she nearly ran to Ianto's side. But when she reached her hand behind Ianto's back to comfort him he was trembling. "Oh Ianto." She whispered.

A/N: Yeah, so this was a bit angsty. But I swear it gets better; don't you fret. Until I can post again on Monday you should totally go read my Halloween themed story for your share of Happy!JackIanto.