Author's Note: Finally! Something's happening lol. We're getting to the good stuff now folks, and there's more in the next chapter. Speaking of stuff happening... I don't see a lot of reviews happening. Please leave some? Pretty please? I promise another chapter (and more of the good stuff!) if you leave a review. Just three (3) words: This is good or This is bad. Please! And much thanks to InsanityamI for beta =)

If anyone cares, there's a bit of bad language and some swearing in this.

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Chapter 3 Burning Bridges

Ianto tried to extricate himself from Jack's clutches, but the Captain wouldn't budge. "Sir?" Jack didn't reply, he was too busy nuzzling and kissing Ianto's neck.

Ianto tried again, "Jack, let's go!"

Finally, Jack gave up, "Oh, alright." He slumped comically out of the door and into the corridor beyond, "But you know you can't say no."

Ianto scoffed, "Yes, I can. I've been saying no for a month now. Or maybe you haven't noticed cos you're too busy with Gwen?"

Jack froze, "So that's what this is about?" He turned to look at the now sulking Welshman. "You're jealous of Gwen?"

"No, I'm not jealous of her. I pity her!" Ianto felt his face and neck flush. Whether it was anger or embarrassment he couldn't say. "Like I pity anyone who gets taken in by your bloody charm!"

"Bloody charm? You weren't calling it that when you were the only one of the team on the receiving end of it!" Jack raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "I also don't remember you complaining when you were on the receiving end of some other things."

For a moment, Ianto was so angry he couldn't speak. When he finally found his voice it was clipped and his accent was much more pronounced than usual, "Fine. You can check on these funny readings by yourself. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

With that he turned on his heel and stalked back into the lift, hoping fervently that it wouldn't freeze and he'd have to wait for Jack to rescue him. That'd be all he fucking needed.

Luckily the gods were with him and Ianto made it back down with no problems. He stomped his way over the the Torchwood SUV and yanked the door open with more force then necessary. He also took savage pleasure in slamming the door closed. It just felt good.

For a moment he sat, hands clenched on the steering wheel. Ianto was sorely tempted to start the engine and drive off, Jack be damned. But a large part of him, larger than the bit that wanted to drive off, told him to wait and see if Jack would follow him down.

After a few tense minutes Ianto decided Jack wasn't coming. And if Jack wasn't coming then Ianto could best use his time by calling Sylvia and trying to mend that bridge, seeing as he'd just burnt one. He pulled out his mobile and took a moment to compose himself before pressing Sylvia's speed dial.

The phone rang once and then went directly to her voice mail. Great, just great. She'd turned her phone off, typical.

Trying to keep his voice light, Ianto left a message. "Hey, it's me. I know you're mad at me and I'm sorry. Can we just talk? Why don't I stop by your place in the morning with breakfast? I'll bring your favorite. Call me back?"

He ended the call and clenched the mobile in his hand. He couldn't figure out what to say to Sylvia that would make sense to her. He thumped the fisted phone off his door. Of course, with the state she was no doubt in by now, nothing would make sense. Tonight was so totally and definitely not his night.

Ianto was so wrapped up in his morose thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his skin when something tapped on his window. Startled, he turned to to look, hand automatically reaching for his gun.

It was just Jack, grinning apologetically at him and gesturing for him to put his window down. With a sigh Ianto put the key in the ignition and turned it just enough to power the windows. "What do you want?"

"I got something, open the boot up for me." Jack hesitated, "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said before."

"Alright, but you're still not gonna shag me." Ianto knew Jack's tricks and he was determined not to fall for them. "Do you need help getting it in?"

Ianto instantly regretted his words. Jack grinned and raised his eyebrows, "Yeah."

"Fine," Ianto snapped. "I'll be around to help you in a second."

Ianto punched the release button for the back, pretending it was Jack's sparkling eyes that he was stabbing out. Or maybe it was his nose... Either way, it would wipe that grin off his face.

He suppressed a groan as he got out, being extra careful to not slam the door. Jack didn't need anymore fuel for the fire. Grumbling mentally, Ianto slouched around to the back of the SUV.

"Alright, what is it?" He asked as Jack lifted the hatch.

Jack gave an almost imperceptible frown, "It was right here. Maybe it rolled under the car?"

"Right," Ianto sighed. He really, seriously doubted that something had rolled under the car. But he bent down to look anyway. "I don't see anything."

"I can see something." Ianto turned to look at Jack and realized that the other man was staring at his bum.

"Can you see anything alien?" He stressed.

Jack pondered for a moment before looking down at himself, "Yeah. I can see something alien."

"Jack, I'm serious."

"So am I." Ianto suddenly felt warm hands on his arse. The heat of Jack's palms burned through the thin material of his suit trousers and Ianto wanted to moan. It took a superhuman effort on his part to keep silent. He stood up.

"Jack-" The hands moved to his hips, burning hotter than before. Or maybe that was just Ianto's blood beginning to race.

"Yeah?" The hands slid farther forward, towards his belt.

"There weren't any readings, were there?" Talented fingers began to loosen his belt. "You just wanted to get me alone."

"You're so clever, my dear Ianto." The belt was completely undone now and Ianto was more than half undone himself. Jack began to trace circles over the button at the top of Ianto's fly. "Clever people are rewarded."

The fingers popped the button open and began to teasingly fondle the zipper and flesh below. "What um," Ianto cleared his throat, "what kind of reward?"

"You're clever. Think about it," Jack whispered against Ianto's neck, making him shiver.

"Mmm," this time the moan couldn't be held back as Ianto thought about it.

"Are you thinking?" Ianto could only nod. "When was the last time you made out in the car?"

Ianto groaned, "The last Weevil hunt, two months ago." Jack's fingers came closer to the zip. "It was Owen's turn to clean out the car that week."

Jack's laughter puffed in Ianto's ear, "Yeah, he still hasn't shut up about it. Who's turn is it this week?"

The zip began to slide down and Ianto could barely think to reply, "Gwen's."

"Wouldn't that be the perfect revenge then?" Jack nibbled at his ear lobe, "We could watch her on the CCTV."

That sounded good. It sounded really good. It almost sounded better than the things that Jack and he would be doing in a few moments... Ianto stiffened when he realized what he was about to do. "No."

"Ianto-" Jack began as he tried to tighten his hold on the Welshman.

But Ianto was having none of it. He tore himself away and turned to face Jack. "No, you're not shagging me, Jack."

"But-" Ianto silenced Jack with a finger on his lips.

"Screw you." He said, looking intently at the other man. Hoping he'd take the hint.