With a little help from my friends Chapter 7

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John watched on the CCTV monitor as Jack kissed Ianto, before making his way back down into the Hub. Owen, in turn, kept an eye on John.

"What's your problem, Harper?"

"You are, Hart! I don't like you! Not one bloody bit. Don't trust you, either."

"Is that supposed to worry me? Cos it don't!"

Jack walked in to find John and Owen almost nose to nose by the old couch.

"Hey, hey! Back off, both of you!"

"I don't trust him, Jack! He's up to no good! I can smell trouble a mile away, and he's big trouble!"

John rolled his eyes. "What a drama queen."

"Just stay out of each others way!" said Jack, walking passed them and up to his office.

"You heard what Jack said, Owen. Stay the hell away from me, and keep your nose out of where it ain't wanted or needed!"

"And you stay away from Ianto! Or Jack will eat you for breakfast!"

"Mmm, you're talking to someone who might just enjoy that!" came the crass reply.

Owen rolled his eyes. "Oh, please!"

"Haven't you two got work to do?" called down Jack.

"On it, boss," called back Owen.

"On it , boss." mimicked John, laughing.

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Ianto stayed in the tourist office for another hour and then made his way down to the Hub.

It seemed too quiet to him.

Too strained.

He went over to Tosh. "Is everything okay?"

"Mmm, macho stuff." she indicated to John and Owen.

"Arh." Ianto shook his head and headed towards the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. He looked up, feeling eyes on him. He smiled, seeing Jack stood outside his office.

Jack winked at the young Welshman.

"Coffee in ten, Jack."

"Coffee in ten, Jack," John mimicked, sitting at the computer. "He doesn't smile at me like that," he said, to no one in particular.

Tosh and Gwen ignored him. Owen sneered. Ianto and Jack were oblivious to his remark.

After making the coffee, Ianto poured the amber nectar into Jack's blue and white mug and carried it up to his office, leaving the rest of the team to help themselves.

"Owen," Ianto called down. "there are biscuits in the tin."

"Cheers, Tea Boy."

Disappearing into Jack's office, Ianto placed the much loved cup on Jack's desk. The older man stopped what he was doing and looked up into bright, blue eyes.

"Arh, Ianto, right on cue." Standing up, Jack rounded his desk and perched on the edge, just in front of the younger man.

"I do my best, sir."

"So, tourist office closed?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Finished in the archives for the day?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Ready for a bit of fun?" Jack winked.

Ianto smiled. "No, Jack."

"No? You disappoint me."

Ianto shook his head. "The rest of the team are still here."

"Hell, don't let them stop us!"

"You are incorrigible!"

"Mmm, that's why you love me!"

"Really? Do I?"

"Yes. That and my sharp wit. My rugged good looks. My sense of humour. My….."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Your over inflated ego?"

"That, too." Jack laughed, turning to pick up his cup. "Thank you, for this."

Ianto bowed his head slightly. "My pleasure."

Neither man moved, as they watched each other, then Ianto cleared his throat.

"I thought I'd cook dinner for us tonight. If you'd like, that is."

Jack smiled. "When have you ever known me to turn down a home cooked meal, Ianto Jones?"

"Never, actually, Jack," came the reply.

"About 7pm?"

"Perfect."

Leaning forward, Ianto brushed Jack's lips with his own, coursing the older man to close his eyes.

"I can't wait."

Turning, Ianto left the office and headed for the stationary store, one level down.

John got up shortly after Ianto left and followed him.