AN: Sorry it's taken so long, been a busy time :) Enjoy, x

Part 5

Frappé

Cardiff was in the middle of a heatwave. It was blindingly hot and had been for days. The city had retired indoors, windows thrown open in the hope of catching a non-existent breeze. Even the Weevils weren't venturing up out of the sewers.

The Torchwood team were sweating out the long wait in the confines of the hub, with the hope that the underground workstations would provide them with a cool sanctuary. As of yet, this theory remained untrue.

Tosh was at her work station, hurriedly typing away at some new programme she was in the middle of perfecting. The only difference between this and Tosh on a normal day was the fact she had to keep stopping in order to blot at her damp forehead with a tissue that was getting increasingly soaked.

Gwen had given up on pretending to work, and was instead sprawled out in her chair, fanning herself with one magazine whilst simultaneously reading another. She was dressed in her usual ensemble of dark clothes, but at some point in the day had stripped down to a vest and tied her hair up into a loose knot at the base of her neck, with her fringe plastered to her face.

Owen, in his current undead state, was the only one in the hub unaffected. He couldn't feel heat, or cold for that matter, so had simply sauntered into the hub as he normally did, and resumed his previous days work of playing War Hammer. His philosophy was: if nobody else was working, why should he be?

Jack had locked himself in his office with numerous electric fans recovered from the archives, courtesy of Ianto. So far they were succeeding only in circulating hot air around the room. He surveyed his surroundings, grinning at the bedraggled appearance of his team, despite the fact that he too was looking less than his usual perfection. His braces were unattached to anything, and had been dropped down to his sides, his dark blue shirt was hanging open over his white under shirt. His hair was darkened with sweat, but as of yet, was still defying gravity.

A frown creased Jack's forehead as he realised he hadn't see Ianto anywhere in the main area of the hub. He quickly pulled up the CCTV on his computer, checking that Ianto hadn't collapsed from heat exhaustion somewhere in the hub. Ianto had turned up to work in his usual three piece suit, and Jack figured he must have been close to overheating after being in the heat dressed like that for over four hours.

Giving up on CCTV, Jack strolled out of his office, hands deep in his pockets as he crossed the hub towards Tosh's workstation. He was momentarily distracted however by the satisfaction he felt when he saw Gwen and Tosh's eyes pop and jaws drop slightly. A smirk crossed his face and he stretched lazily, exposing the flat, smooth planes of his stomach, revelling in the fact that Gwen and Tosh remained speechless.

"Tosh, can you find Ianto anywhere?"

"No need Jack," Tosh muttered, turning away from him with a frown, "he said he'd be back up in a few minutes."

"Well, where did he go?"

"Archives." Tosh replied, with the air of explaining something painfully obvious to a two year old. Jack remained unsatisfied.

"But why?"

"I think he said something about a change of clothes..." Tosh trailed off, not paying attention any more.

"Oh." Jack's mouth snapped audibly shut, and his head dipped down as he subconsciously adapted to his signature 'thinking' stance.

"Don't even think about it Jack," Gwen interjected, "Ianto told us to tell you to stay away. He said you'd know the consequences." Gwen smiled, though she had no clue what Ianto had meant by that last part.

"Damn that man!" Jack growled, though a wide grin had crept onto his face, "Another ban, really?"

Owen snorted at this, the noise making the other three turn towards him, expectant expressions on their faces as they waited for him to recover from his sniggers.

"He puts you on a sex ban? Really? This is brilliant!" He gleefully crowed, his face lit up with a manic delight. Jack just glared at him, before smiling evilly and throwing a book at him, with wicked aim. Owen ducked and swore, before lobbing some unidentified medical instrument back in the general direction of Jack.

"Tell him to come up to my office once he re-emerges." Jack said to nobody in particular, and made his way back up to his office, smiling to himself at some unknown memory that had surfaced in his mind.

Another fifteen minutes passed before Ianto returned, and this time, Tosh and Gwen's jaws did drop. Ianto was wearing a tight white tee shirt and a pair of denim cut off's that were loosely fitted, but still managed to cling to him in all the right places. Tosh and Gwen stared for a few moments as Ianto ran his hand ruefully through his hair, before Tosh managed to choke out:

"Jack wants you. In his office. I mean, well, you know. Oh, just go to him."

"He can wait." Ianto smiled, picking up Tosh's mug and walking into the kitchen.

Jack watched as Ianto went into the kitchen and disappeared from sight for a few minutes, then came back out, carrying a tray laden with mugs. He watched as Ianto handed Tosh and Gwen their drinks, chatting to them about things that Jack couldn't hear, and probably didn't want to anyway. He watched as Ianto put down the tray, picked up the last mug, said something that made Owen laugh and walked towards the stairs that led to Jack's office.

Jack settled himself into his chair behind his desk, with is feet propped up on the surface of the desk, and his hands behind his head. When Ianto knocked unnecessarily on the door and walked in, Jack's face lit up with a genuine smile. This soon turned into more of a predatory leer once he realised what Ianto had changed into. His eyes roamed slowly over Ianto, taking in every line of his body.

"Now that's a sight I could get used to." Jack remarked with a low whistle. Ianto rolled his eyes,

"You've seen me in casual clothes before Jack. The hub just got too hot for me to be wearing a suit and working."

"Still looks to be pretty hot from where I'm sitting." Jack grinned, and invited Ianto to sit down by gesturing with his hand towards the empty seat on the other side of the desk.

Ianto stuck his tongue out at Jack and sat down, handing Jack the mug at the same time, all the while managing to retain the grace and dignity he seemed to naturally posses, despite his rough appearance.

"Ianto... why is my coffee cold?" Jack asked with a slight pout, after gulping down a large mouthful in his usual manner.

"Because it's not technically a coffee Jack. It's a frappé."

"Which roughly means..?"

"A blend of ice and coffee. Perfect in summer for coffee lovers who still need caffeine but not heat."

"Well, it is really good. You made these yourself?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, I just had to bring in a blender. Couldn't find one here yesterday."

"Hmm." Jack drank more eagerly, enjoying the fact that it was a 'refreshing coffee'. Maybe heat waves aren't so bad after all he thought to himself, allowing his eyes to once more linger on Ianto's perfectly accentuated chest from over the top of the mug. Nope, definitely not bad at all.