A/N - thanks to sd4ianto for the "dinner and a show" line. I never would have come up with it and it fit in perfect.

OOO

2nd Attempt - Concert Under the Stars

The setting for their second attempt at a date had been a fairly easy decision for Jack to make. Helped along by the fact that flyers for the concert began springing up just about everywhere in the Hub. Stuck in the middle of the monthly costing reports he needed to sign off on. Used as a makeshift plate for his afternoon biscuits. Taped to the door of the loo. It seemed Jack couldn't set his eyes anywhere without spying one of the flyers advertising A Night Under the Stars with Glenn Miller. Not one to ignore providence (nor Ianto's unsubtle hint), Jack quickly booked two tickets.

The evening could not have been more ideal. Neither too warm, nor too cool, with just a light breeze to comfortably caress the skin. The night sky was unmarred by clouds, stars twinkling brightly, the full moon cast the area in a beautiful soft glow.

The two men had set their blanket slightly away from the rest of the crowd, creating a tiny bubble of isolation and intimacy. Jack, with his legs extended, braced himself up with his outstretched arms. Ianto was sprawled halfway across him, his back firmly pressed to Jack's chest, while he nibbled on the last of his chicken salad sandwich.

"This was an excellent idea, Jack. Glad you came up with it." Ianto's eyes twinkled teasingly.

Jack chuckled. "You really must learn to be more subtle, though I would never have expected you to be interested in Glenn Miller."

He gave a negligent shrug. "I'm learning to have an appreciation for the time period. I do, after all, really love your coat." Merriment flared in his eyes. "Besides, I thought this would be a vast improvement to the disastrous dinner and a show last week."

"Dinner and a movie. It was supposed to be dinner and a movie."

His lips lifted into a teasingly mischievous grin. "Ah, yes, but instead we ended up with no meal and a show that turned out be an endless repetition of Yes, We Have No Bananas."

"Don't remind me," Jack groaned. "I haven't been able to get that tune out of my head all week."

Ianto lifted up and pressed a soft, sultry kiss to his lips. "Then tonight should help with that."

He settled back down against Jack's chest as the orchestra finally took the stage. Soon the two men were lost in the notes of Midnight Serenade. Jack waited until the chords of In the Mood sounded to begin his seduction of the young man pressed against him. He leaned down, his lips close to Ianto's ear, humming the tune softly. At the same time, Jack lifted one hand and lightly trailed his fingers up Ianto's arm, the sort of not-quite-there touch that he knew would raise goose bumps along the pale skin and send coursing surges throughout his body.

Jack had been hoping for a low moan of desire. He'd of even settled for a hitch of breath. Instead he got a body which violently tensed, springing upright so quickly he nearly crashed his head into Jack's chin. "Weevil!" was the softly hissed accompaniment to the movement.

Jack's gaze followed Ianto's, settling on the form of a Weevil standing perfectly still at the edge of the crowd, its head slightly cocked as if listening intently.

"Shit!" Jack scrambled for his mobile, speed dialing Owen.

The call was answered on the first ring. Without preamble, the medic's frenzied voice sounded. "Jack. Can't talk right now. We have a major situation ..." Owen trailed off as muffled yells could be heard in the background. Jack could tell Owen was holding his mobile away from his face but could still clearly hear when he responded to the yells with, "Their date's tonight? Bugger!"

Jack heard Owen take a calming breath before he began speaking into the mobile. "Did I say major situation? What I meant was minor issue. Nothing the girls and I can't handle on our own."

Ianto hissed, "Jack!" once again, pointing frantically at various points around the grounds. The one lone Weevil had now been joined by at least three dozen more. Before either man could yell a warning to the hundreds of people watching the concert, the Weevils, in mass, surged forward.

Jack started running, managing to get a total of five strides in, before skidding to a horrified halt. "They can't be! Oh, that is DISGUSTING!"

"Jack! What's going on? What's happening?" Owen's alarmed voice sounding tinny through the forgotten mobile clutched in his hand.

"Owen, bring a truckload of Retcon. We're gonna need it."

"Why?"

"The Weevils are having an orgy."

OOO

Jack gazed with envy over the sleeping audience, wishing that he too could suppress the memory of this evening via the aid of Retcon. He pointedly ignored the 'show' that was still going on in the middle of Cardiff Castle's grounds as he walked over to sit beside Owen.

"Any guess why this," he waved a hand towards the still seething mass, "is happening?"

Owen didn't bother to pull his eyes away from the game he was playing on his mobile. "Best guess? I've always suspected that some sort of sub-harmonic call brought on Weevil mating season."

"And?" Jack asked tiredly.

"Seems like the cadence and tempo of the music closely mimicked the mating call." Owen glanced over with an impish grin. "To sum up, Glenn Miller's In the Mood actually got the Weevils in the mood."

Jack lifted a mock angry fist at the snarky medic. "So not funny." He left the medic and wandered over to where Ianto was sitting.

"Hey."

Ianto looked up, with eyes a bit wild but with a touch of amusement. "Hey."

"Didn't turn out to be the kind of night we'd hope for, did it?"

Ianto gave a huff as Jack settled beside him. "You could say that again." He ran a flustered hand through his hair. "Still. Third time's the charm, right?"

Jack was flabbergasted. "You mean, you'd give this another try?"

"Of course."

This one is going to go off without a hitch. It will be perfect. I will not be thwarted again!