AN – I own NOTHING, Nothing at all...Well, apart from the laptop I wrote this on...and the brain in which it was plotted...

Massive thank you, too all those who have read this and waited so patiently for this chapter...

A special thank you to my amazing beta Rietta, for her patience, understanding and the Amazing weekend in Wales at SWA.

Chapter 13 – Of 'Shoes' and Laughter

Takes place directly after last chapter.

"Come quicker, Ianto!" Jack called down the hallway. He was stood at Ianto's front door, coat on, scarf around his neck, bouncing on the balls of his trainer-clad feet.

"You've had it twice this morning already, how much more do you want?" Ianto asked as he appeared out of the front room, coat fastened and scarf wrapped twice around his neck.

Jack smiled gently. "Nothing you're not willing to give," he replied before yanking the door open. A moment later, he froze in the doorway.

It was freezing. He hadn't looked out of a window all morning...and yet... "IANTO! IT'S SNOWED!" Jack laughed, spinning and grabbing the Welshman before pulling him out of the doorway and onto the snow-covered driveway.

Ianto laughed at Jack's enjoyment. "C'mon then, you can play in the snow later... The sales await us."

Jack bounced over to Ianto's car and slid into the passenger seat. "Yes, sales shopping is fun...all those bargains!"

Ianto raised his eyebrows. "Bargains..."

Jack grinned. "Yup, you haven't lived till you've been sales shopping with me."

"Why do I get the feeling I am going to regret this?"

Jack smiled. "It'll be fun."

"And by fun you mean it's going to kill me?"

Jack grinned. "Never, Mr Jones."

They pulled up at the Saint David's shopping centre twenty-five minutes later and parked in the multi-storey car park. After making sure they had everything they headed towards the centre.

Ianto walked beside Jack, and caught his hand as they walked towards the store.

"Have you enjoyed this Christmas?" Ianto asked.

"It's not over yet."

Ianto smiled and stopped in the middle of the doorway and kissed Jack gently on the mouth. "I know..."

Jack smiled. "I have...and I plan to enjoy it more...c'mon...shopping to do!"

Ianto smiled and allowed Jack to drag him into the shopping centre. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Jack shrugged. "That's the fun of it...we wing it."

Ianto paled. "Jack...I'm not a big shopping fan."

"You shopped with Gwen."

"That's different."

"How so?"

"That's Gwen... and she's pregnant, I could hardly let her go off on her own now could I?"

"So all I need to do is get pregnant?" Jack stroked his cheek thoughtfully.

Ianto raised his eyebrow. "And you would manage this how?"

"Alien technology."

Ianto erupted into laughter. "We don't have any."

Jack grinned. "I bet, somewhere out there, probably in Cardiff, there's some big secret alien-hunting organisation."

"Why Cardiff?"

"The London section burnt down."

Ianto grinned. "Did the robots get it?"

"Yup," Jack laughed.

"We sound like annoying teenagers," Ianto smiled as they walked towards the nearest store, which had signs in the window declaring '75% off!.

"It's a shoe, Jack..."

"Yes, but it's a gorgeous shoe!"

"It's a man's shoe."

"Men's shoes can be gorgeous."

Ianto raised his eyebrow. "They're two hundred and twenty pounds."

Jack laughed. "Don't forget the seventy-five percent off."

Ianto laughed. "Okay...so they're fifty-five pounds then."

Jack smirked. "Oh the benefits of sales shopping!"

Ianto laughed and grabbed Jack, dragging him out of the crowded shop and onto the main street. "Well, if you're willing to spend fifty five pounds on a pair of shoes, you can spare three pounds and get me a coffee!"

Jack grinned, grabbing Ianto by the waist. "Anything for you."

Ianto laughed. "Girl."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "Jones, I think you'll find I just spend the better half of this morning proving to you I am very much a man."

Ianto grinned. "Maybe..."But I might need a little more confirmation when we get home."

Shaking his head, Jack purchased the coffee for Ianto as they linked their hands and walked slowly, admiring window displays and chatting about anything and everything as Ianto sipped his warm coffee, which he held in his free hand.

Some time later, Jack and Ianto were wandering down the main precinct. They hadn't a single bag between them, the shops having been too crowded to get a real look.

"I hate sales," Ianto sighed as they shoved their way to the front of another store.

Jack smiled and linked his fingers with Ianto's. "It's a little bit more crowded than I thought."

"It's the Christmas sales, Jack- just how crowded did you think they'd be?"

"Never this bad when I went with my mother."

Ianto raised his eyebrows. "America not that mad on sales?"

Jack laughed. "I couldn't compare."

Ianto laughed. "Sorry, I know you're just trying to spend time with me."

Jack grinned over at him. ""It's okay, still time...now c'mon, I think I know a shop that'll be quiet."

Ianto nodded his head and followed Jack as they hurried out of the main precinct and into the brisk air.

"It's cold..." Ianto murmured.

Jack glanced over at him and wrapped his arm around the Welshman, holding him to his side as they walked. "Shouldn't be too long."

Ianto nodded and kept himself close to Jack as they walked. "Where are we going?"

Jack laughed. "When I was first in university, we came over here for a trip-had to go and get costumes. We were doing 'Grease' and we had to have the uniforms for the performance we were giving at Cardiff University."

"You're taking me there?"

Jack smiled. "You already have a pair of 'fuck me shoes'."

Ianto head snapped to Jack. "How did you...-"

"Oh please, I wanted to rip those shoes off and fuck you on the spot."

Ianto laughed. "Gwen made me..."

"I gathered...but this...this is a shop...and we'll have so much fun, close your eyes."

Ianto looked nervous... "Jack..."

"Do you trust me?"

Ianto nodded.

"Then close your eyes."

Ianto took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing Jack to guide him into the shop. A familiar smell invaded his senses and he inhaled deeply...No...Jack wouldn't have...would he? There was only one thing Ianto could think of that they might need in Grease... leather.

Ianto snapped his eyes open and he breathed out sharply. "A leather store, Jack?" he asked.

Jack grinned. "Oh to see you in leather pants…"

Ianto gulped...Jack's got a nice enough body in jeans...do I really want to see it in leather? Ianto didn't have to answer his own question.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," he winked, grabbing a pair of leather pants of the rails and hurrying to the changing rooms, Jack hot on his heels.

Ianto darted into the changing rooms and smiled as Jack shot him a wink and disappeared into the one next to him.

"Jack Harkness."

"Yes...?" Jack voice came through the wall.

"Don't tell me you have a leather fetish."

"It's not a fetish...just a like of."

Ianto raised a single eyebrow and glanced at himself in the mirror. "I have never worn leather before, Jack."

"Try it."

"It's constricting."

"Think of what you'd do to me though."

Ianto laughed. "We're in a shop, Jack."

"Yup."

"We'd be arrested, Jack."

"The fun you can have with handcuffs…"

Ianto choked on his laughter and sat down. "You're outrageous, Jack."

"It's why you love me."

"Is it?"

"Well, that and my singing talents."

"And here's me thinking it was the flamboyant cupcakes."

"I believe we agreed never to speak of those again!" Jack voice was strained with laughter.

"They were gay cupcakes."

"They had glitter in them!"

"You made them!" Ianto laughed.

"I did not put the glitter in!"

Ianto snorted as he whipped off his jeans and pulled on the leather pants, refusing to look in the mirror. He heard Jack's door open and hurriedly fastened the pants before opening the door and stepping out, only to stop short at the sight before him. His breath caught in his throat as he locked eyes with Jack.

"Like what you see?" Jack asked as he turned to face Ianto. Ianto nodded dumbly as Jack came up to him and slipped his arms around Ianto's waist. "You suit leather, Ianto."

Ianto moved his eyes to Jack's and leaned in, their noses touching. "You wearing leather should, by all accounts, be illegal."

Jack smiled and ran his tongue over Ianto's plump lips. The Welshman let out a noise that sent a pleasant feeling around Jack's body. Ianto sucked Jack's tongue into his mouth, causing wicked noises to be elicited from both of them. Jack pulled back and both were breathless.

"You're getting those pants," Jack smirked.

"I am?"

"Oh yes."

Ianto smiled. "Any reason?"

"Because they'd look so good with the shoes."

Ianto raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Only if you get yours."

"Why?" Jack asked.

"Because..." Ianto stepped back and winked before going back into the changing room and closing the door. Leaning against it, he let out a breath...oh, Jack was going to be the death of him.

"There's a hole in the sky tonight- did the moon drift too far from sight? I would search through this empty darkness, to see your face in the morning light. We've been lost in a sea of confusion; got caught up in a selfish illusion, but make no mistake: I will bend till I break- don't let fate make the choice for us…" Jack sang along quietly with the shop radio as he and Ianto queued up in the CD and Video store.

"What's that?" Ianto asked turning to Jack.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

"You were singing?"

Jack shook his head. "Nope, not me."

"You were," Ianto laughed, turning to Jack.

Jack smiled. "I was just singing along with the radio."

Ianto closed his eyes. "Meatloaf, Jack?"

Jack smiled. "My mom liked him."

Ianto nodded and leant his head on Jack's shoulder as they moved forward in the queue.

"Tired?" Jack asked.

"We've been shopping for close to nine hours, Jack."

Jack laughed. "Want to head home after this?"

Ianto raised his head. "Is that okay?"

Jack smiled. "It's more than okay. I was thinking- video, you and me and coffee."

Ianto smiled. "Sounds perfect."

"Maybe we could wear the leather pants?"

Ianto smiled. "For comfort?"

Jack laughed. "We could use your stopwatch."

"I don't follow?"

Jack laughed. "Think about it...lots of things you can do with a stopwatch."

Ianto grinned and kissed Jack gently. "I can think of a few."

Jack laughed and looked at the numerous bags they had accumulated since leaving the leather shop. "Who knew sales shopping could be so productive?"

Ianto grinned. "I can think of something more productive."

Jack grinned. "You have a wicked mind, Ianto Jones."

Ianto smiled and moved forward another space, allowing Jack to press up behind him and he pressed back, his pert behind grinding against Jack's rapidly hardening member. "Just wait till I get you home, Harkness."

Jack laughed. "I can hardly wait."