Jack didn't just kiss Ianto, he possessed him. And Ianto surrendered. Hands were every where as Ianto gave himself over to Jack's demands, touching him, stroking him. Pulling him closer still until there was no room to breathe that didn't breathe Jack into his lungs. And Ianto just existed in that moment. He didn't think, he didn't want to think, he didn't want to know either. He let Jack turn him around and push him against the wall of the shower. Hands reached for Ianto's cock and stroked it, his face resting against the cool tiled wall. He knew he was moaning beneath Jack's hands as they moved to stroke his arse, teasing his way past Ianto's defences.

Jack stood behind Ianto, his cock pressing into the younger man's body, giving him time to relax as he slowly entered his lover. He was gentle in not rushing either of them as he possessed Ianto in the most elemental way he could. Ianto's soft moans encouraging him as he buried his cock in Ianto's arse. Jack found his own cries mingled with Ianto's as water ran over both of them. Water that grew cooler until Jack shut the shower off as they both came.

Ianto handed Jack his breakfast. 'We are going to be late.'

Jack shrugged. 'I don't think your boss is going to mind, and besides, who will notice?'

'I don't like being late, it throws out my entire day and if Owen touches my coffee machine...'

'We can always buy a new one if he breaks it again.'

'That's not the point!'

Jack set his fork down, had Ianto actually snapped at him or was he reading too much into it. He considered Ianto carefully, wondering if they were actually have some sort of disagreement. 'Ianto?'

'Yes Jack.'

'I.' Jack sighed, the younger man had definitely snapped that time. He didn't know what Ianto needed him to say or what he needed himself to say. 'Nothing, it doesn't matter.'

Ianto was torn, he knew he wasn't really being fair on Jack, he was hardly betraying Lisa, after all he wasn't in love with the man. But something had changed between them. He certainly hadn't intended to say what he'd said, not even sure he had been aware of thinking it. He knew Jack's decision at the time had been the right one. It was his job and he'd been right, she couldn't have been saved. Even knowing it was right, having had time to reflect on it, it didn't change the thin edge of pain when he still thought about it.

Which left him with the question of, what else was going on here, no answers in sight. He tried to focus on his breakfast, having learnt the hard way that if he couldn't always guarantee he would have time for lunch. One never really knew what the day would bring at Torchwood.

Jack paid little attention to what he was eating, watching Ianto instead. He couldn't fix what was happening between them if he didn't know what was wrong. He wasn't prepared to let go of Ianto and pride stopped him from asking the younger man what was really going on. While he certainly appreciated the angry shower sex, he found he wanted his gentle Welsh lover back. And he was worried Ianto would start over thinking things. No, Jack admitted to himself, what he didn't want was Ianto to withdraw again. To go back to the pain filled half life he'd had to watch the young man existing in, it hadn't been living, after Lisa had died. Jack knew darkness and he wasn't sure Ianto could come back a second time. Also, since he was being honest with himself, the sex was totally amazing. He'd never had a lover quite like Ianto, the honesty and innocence were addictive. Jack even found himself wondering if, in another life, they could have really had a chance.

Ianto pushed his plate away, he didn't want time to think, to remember the humiliation of freezing up on Jack. He'd meant what he'd said though, sex in the shower, as amazing as that had been, did not mean he'd forgiven him. He didn't want to think about the things Jack did with and to him. Torn between blushing and wanting to leap on top of the man and do it all again, he was conflicted and he didn't know how to unravel himself. There hadn't been room for doubt before now, but for some reason having Jack in his flat had changed things between them. If he could have taken it all back he would, perhaps in the Hub it had been safe to be with Jack. The Hub was such a foreign construct it was possible to forget about the world outside the concert walls. There they had shared a need for discretion and along with it the safety net of anonymity.

Maybe it was about Jack being his boss, and a man. Inside the Hub there simply wasn't the time to think and his flat had always been his refuge from the world he worked in. And now he had brought that world home in the form of the very handsome man sitting opposite him. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with that, not just yet.

Jack wondered what Ianto was thinking, although he could hazard a guess that it was to do with his presence in Ianto's neatly ordered world. By coming home with Ianto they had crossed a line in their relationship that neither of them had anticipated. It had been all about the sex and in wanting to know who Ianto was, Jack had, he realised in hindsight, altered the dynamic of their relationship. He could only hope things would return to the normal they had been enjoying, once they got back to the Hub. He found he didn't enjoy this somewhat surly Ianto quite as much.

Ianto parked his car and looked at Jack. He wanted to say something about what had happened but he wasn't sure what actually had. Leaving him with uncertainty. He followed Jack into the Hub and hoped he still had time to make coffee before anyone else turned up. If there was coffee they wouldn't notice he was late and that Jack was with him. He almost hoped the coffee machine had been broken, so he could justify shooting someone, hopefully Owen.

Jack stopped in the corridor, they were alone. 'We were only a few minutes late.'

'Fifteen minutes Sir.'

'Well it's hardly a lifetime is it.'

'I wouldn't know Sir.'

Jack winced at the coldness in Ianto's tone, it was going to be a long day if they didn't fix this. 'Ianto, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry.'

'You're sorry?'

'Yes. I think I'm very sorry that some thing has changed here and I don't know what or how to fix it. And I can assure you, I'm not one to apologise.'

'So why are you apologising then?'

Jack sighed. 'I don't like how this is between us and I can't leave it like this either.'

Ianto looked around to make sure they were still alone. 'You might not have a choice Sir.' He walked around Jack and headed for the coffee machine, finding it in one piece.

Jack walked slowly towards his office and hung his coat up, now he really didn't know what he had done but something had gotten under Ianto's skin. He shook his head and decided it would sort itself out one way or another. He was sure he had paperwork to do and Unit were still on at him about the spidery mouse things that they thought he should take care off.

Ianto tried to put together what was wrong but it was like being hungry but not knowing what for. He had a jumble of ideas but none of them were combining into a solid theory of why he had snapped at Jack over breakfast. Nor why he hadn't just accepted Jack's apology. But how can someone apologise if they don't know what's wrong and they are just apologising for the sake of it. He couldn't accept an apology if he didn't know what it was for either. He went though the motions of making coffee, it already felt like a long day.

Jack looked up from his paperwork, wondering if Ianto hadn't stuck a few extra pages in there because for whatever reason he was mad at him. The pile seemed to have grown over night. Ianto was standing by his desk with his tray, single coffee cup in the centre.

'Ah so disaster averted with the coffee machine then.'

'Apparently Sir.'

Jack accepted the coffee and looked up at Ianto. 'Why don't you shut the door and sit down for a moment Ianto.' He watched as Ianto seemed to consider his options before he set the tray down, shut the door and accepted the seat he was offered.

Jack ran his hand though his hair and hoped there wouldn't be any interruptions or emergencies in the next few minutes. 'I don't know what happened Ianto, one minute everything's fine.' He grinned at the memory of a more demanding Ianto before his smile faded. 'And then it wasn't. No, don't say anything, I've rehearsed what I'm saying, now, yeah. I don't know what happened, I know what we both said and.' Jack sighed. 'I don't know if I've pushed you into this.' He reached for his coffee, needing something to do with his hands when he really wanted to be holding Ianto. He didn't totally understand why he needed to talk to Ianto, he didn't talk about things like this. It wasn't his style. 'I'll back off Ianto, I don't even sexually harass you.'

Ianto snorted softly.

'Well, okay, I'll still do that, you do look fantastic in a suit after all. And I do love that tie. But I won't if you don't want me to.' He moved around his desk and sat on the edge, reaching out to Ianto. His touch a light brush of his knuckles against Ianto's cheek before he pulled away. 'I think it's your move next Ianto.'

'Are we playing chess again Sir?'

Jack nodded.

They were interrupted by Tosh calling Jack on the internal comms.

'Jack, we've been called by the police, there's something they want us to see.'

'Duty calls Sir.' Ianto rose from the seat, standing close to Jack before turning away to leave.

Jack gulped down the last of his coffee before following Ianto out into the Hub. 'And how much paperwork will it generate this time I wonder.' His team waiting to see what the latest emergency was.