Missing Greeks Bearing Gifts Scenes

A/N: Ok, I've decided to try and be a bit nicer to the boys this time. Here's how this came up (I won't be offended if you skip this!); the other day, I got The Torchwood Archives book, and in it, Jack mentions taking Ianto out to dinner after he discovers he's still suffering (I'm assuming Tosh told Jack what she heard when she read Ianto's mind) after Greeks Bearing Gifts, and I'm gonna try to write this. That was the longest A/N I've ever done. Please R&R!

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"Ianto!" Jack shouted once everyone else had gone home as he emerged from his office. Ianto himself poked his head from behind the computer he was working on.
"Grab your coat!" Jack continued, making his way towards the younger man. "It's dinner time!"

Ianto stared at Jack, confused. "We had dinner earlier, sir. With the rest of the team."
Jack laughed. "That was more of a snack. You know they all have something else if they get to go home at a sensible time. You never got home at a sensible time, so I'm gonna make sure you eat. Come on!"

Ianto thought about arguing but realised Jack was right; he probably didn't eat enough, so maybe it would be alright to let Jack feed him dinner for once.

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Jack didn't take him anywhere special, just to an all-night café which apparently served some "absolutely brilliant pastries".

And, surprisingly, they did! They both had a simple coffee, Jack had a bacon roll and Ianto had a croissant.

They were sitting at a small table in a corner. The only other people in the café were a man in his late thirties, who was clearly very drunk, in the middle of the café, drinking way too much coffee, and a group of students on the far side to Jack and Ianto who seemed to be gossiping about some of the other students.

Ianto was pretty nervous. Jack had obviously dragged him out here for a reason. He was just worried about what that reason was.

Occasionally, he would look up and see Jack already looking at him, forcing Ianto to pretend to be very interested in his surprisingly okay coffee.

Jack seemed to read his mind. "Coffee okay?"
Ianto nodded, not looking at the older man.
"Not as good as yours."
Ianto smiled faintly. He knew perfectly well that his coffee was brilliant, but it was still nice to hear it.

Jack took a deep breath. "You know I did bring you here so we could discuss something."
Ianto looked up. "I guessed."
"You didn't say anything."
Ianto shrugged. "Just in case I was wrong."
Jack grinned a little. "Did you guess why I brought you here?"
"I honestly have no idea why you brought me here; I just guessed that this wasn't just a friendly coffee."
Jack took another deep breath. "That pendant Tosh had? She told me what she heard off of you."
Ianto stiffened a little. "And what would that be?"

Jack told him what Tosh had heard.

Ianto sighed. "Doesn't exactly cast me in the best light, does it?" he smiled a little weakly.

For a minute, Jack forgot that he was supposed to be being serious, and smiled back. The roar of a car driving past behind him brought him back to his senses.

He went back to being serious. "Ianto, I'm really worried about you. You're obviously still suffering – I'm not asking you to tell me what over, don't worry – I just want to know why you haven't told anyone! We've all forgiven you, we're all trying to be friends; you just keep shutting us out. Why?"

Ianto didn't answer.

Jack leant forward and grabbed Ianto's hands. "Ianto, for Christ's sake man, talk to me!" Much to both men's relief, no one else in the café turned in their direction.

Ianto looked Jack right in the eye. "Because you don't care." Jack visibly flinched, but held Ianto's hands determinedly. "You've all forgiven me, yeah. Put the past behind you, sure. Ever cared about me? No way. Not ever. Not even tried."

For Jack, all the pieces suddenly fell into place. Ianto was right; it wasn't that he didn't make an effort to be friends, it was that everyone else – even Jack – shut him out. Still!

What must Ianto think of him? And how the hell was Jack going to get himself out of this one?

Jack had to think about how to respond. Ianto tried to pull away, but Jack simply tightened his grip on Ianto's hands.

After what felt like a lifetime for both of them, Jack finally spoke, barely a whisper, but Ianto still heard it. "You're right, Ianto. But you're not completely right." Jack took a deep breath. "I do care about you, I've always cared about you; I just don't show it. I don't know how to show it. I can't speak for the others, but I care about you Ianto." Jack closed his eyes. "More than I should do really." Jack opened his eyes and met Ianto's. They weren't questioning, or confused, they seemed to be agreeing with Jack, if that was even possible.

Ianto whispered back "Well, that's certainly…interesting."
Jack sighed. "I'm sorry, Ianto. I'm so sorry. You obviously feel the same way. I promise I will nev–"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with what you said." Ianto met Jack's eyes, a small smile curling his lips. "And I didn't say I didn't feel the same way."

Jack's face broke out into a huge grin.

Then, without thinking, Jack leaned forward and kissed Ianto full on the lips. He realised what he was doing, and began to pull back, when Ianto suddenly kissed back.

The kiss was chaste and gentle, no tongues or anything like that, just a simple, gentle, loving kiss, that said everything both men had wanted to say to each other for a long time now.

They pulled away when the need for air became too great. There was a sudden round of applause from the students.

As they turned to face the students, Jack and Ianto saw that they were watching them intensely. Some of them were even wolf whistling. Loudly.

Jack chuckled at them, and Ianto turned a painful shade of red.

"Come on." Jack said, throwing on his coat. "I'll take you home."

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Jack followed Ianto into his flat.
"Would you like another coffee?" the Welshman asked.
Jack chuckled. "Do you want me to never sleep again?"
Ianto grinned. "You said you don't sleep."
"Oh, touché. And yes, I would love a coffee."

Ianto's face light up now that he had something to do.

Jack took this opportunity to snoop around Ianto's flat. He had done so before, during Ianto's suspension, but he didn't see anything wrong with doing it again.

The living room was pretty plain; white walls; white floor; white sofa; black coffee table; black side table; white table lamp; white ceiling lamp and TV. There were 2 pictures on the side table; one of a dark-haired woman, who looked a lot like Ianto, probably his sister, a blond-haired man, probably her husband, and two children, definitely theirs. The other was of the same amount of people, but they were all dark-haired. Jack recognised the little boy as Ianto, the slightly taller girl as the woman in the other picture. The girl looked a lot like her father, and Ianto bore an uncanny resemblance to his mother.

"You are aware it's polite to ask before looking around someone's home."

Jack whipped round to see Ianto standing behind him holding two mugs of coffee

Jack took one. "Sorry, couldn't resist." He gestured to the little boy in the second photo. "Is this you?"
Ianto nodded.
"Who're the others?"
Ianto took a sip of his coffee. "The girl is my sister, Rhiannon, and the other two are my parents."
"You look a lot like your mom."
Ianto smiled a little. "I've been told."
Jack gestured to the woman in the other photo. "This Rhiannon?"
Ianto nodded again. "With her husband and kids." He sat down on the sofa.
Jack joined him. "Do you visit them often?"
Ianto shrugged. "Never have time with this job."
"Fair point."

They sat next to each other like this for a while, not quite sure what to say to each other. They both knew what they wanted to say, they just had no idea how to say it.

When they had both finished their coffee and put the empty mugs on the table, Jack finally spoke.

"Look, about what happened at the café," he met Ianto's eyes, "what, did happen at the café?"
Ianto laughed. "Um, we kissed, didn't we?" he said it lightly, but Jack could tell he was surprised at himself.
Jack pretended to think for a minute, then nodded.

He looked over at Ianto again, and saw the young man looked pleased about what had happened, but nervous as well.
"How do you feel about it?" Jack asked, a little nervous himself.
Ianto shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, we're friends, I suppose," Jack's heart warmed knowing Ianto thought of them as friends. "and I wouldn't want to jeopardise that." Ianto finally met Jack's eye.
Jack leant towards the Welshman. "Ianto, it wouldn't jeopardise our relationship; it would make it stronger. I promise that."

Ianto was gobsmacked, but unbelievably pleased at the same time.

Without thinking, he leant forward, grabbing Jack's face, and smacked their lips together. Jack quickly responded, his tongue already demanding access to Ianto's mouth as his hands pulled at his suit jacket hungrily.

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A few hours later, Jack woke up, stark naked, in bed.

In Ianto's bed.

He could get used to that.

He thought back to what had happened just hours before. God if he'd have known Ianto would be that amazing he would have jumped the Welshman the second he'd met him.

Not that he'd not wanted to when he met him.

Jack was dragged out his daydreams by the sound of quiet crying next to him

Ianto crying.

Jack rolled over to see the Welshman turned away from him, his body shaking from crying.

Gingerly, Jack snaked his arm around the younger man's waist. He instantly stopped shaking.

Jack moved slowly closer to him until his mouth was right next to Ianto's ear. "Tell me what's wrong. Please."
Ianto sighed and rolled over to face Jack. Jack noticed the tear streaks all down his face. Ianto sighed. "I'm sorry." He started to cry again.
Jack gently pulled Ianto into a hug, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. He was very glad he didn't.

When Ianto stopped crying, Jack held him in his arms in front of him. "Why are you sorry?" he asked, concern filling his voice. "Are you ashamed of what we did? 'Cos if so, I am so sorry, Ianto. Really."
Ianto shook his head. "I-I'm not ashamed, no. It's just–" he sighed, ashamed of his own stupidity. "I've never done that with a man."
"It's okay, I understand."
"No, you don't. My tad was, and my mam is, strictly Christian, and they raised me and Rhiannon to be too. Rhiannon always listened, I never really did. One day at school, we learnt a bit about gay relationships. When my parents found out, they went mental; they took the whole 'homosexuality is wrong beyond belief' bollocks to a whole new level. They said if I ever went like that, they'd, well, to be honest, I'd rather not repeat what they said they'd do." The tears started again.
Jack took Ianto in his arms and rocked him gently as he sobbed down Jack's chest.

When Ianto eventually calmed down, Jack made him face him again.
"Ianto," he said soothingly, "whatever you want to do, I will go along with it, I promise. It's your decision, your life. Remember that."

Ianto thought about it for a moment, then pulled Jack's face so it was level with his. "What I want, Jack Harkness, is you in me, NOW!"

Jack obliged to his wish only too willingly.

A/N: I know I said I'd be nicer to them, but angst and hurt/comfort is what I'm used to. I'm sorry! And I gave them a happy ending, didn't I? Didn't I? Review and tell me!