Alright, this is a new chapter, sorry it's been a long time but I wanted to make sure that this was good enough ( I hope) to post it. Hope you will like it. Please Review even if it's to tell me it's rubish, I really need to know what you think about it.

Thanks for reading it anyway.

Chapter 2: It couldn't be him, could it ?

Ianto stretched out, feeling groggy. His head ached like hell and his whole body was sore. He turned his head and buried it in the pillow. An unfamiliar scent was emitting from his sheets. It was a musky smell, mixed with an expensive aftershave. What a manly scent ! It wrapped around him, surrounding him. Ianto found himself smiling. He loved it, it made him feel so good, rocking him, even if he had a bloody hangover. What the hell he had been up to last night ?

Flows of memories washed over him. He had been at "The Stopwatch" with Marc, like most of the time. He had sung, again not something unusual. He had had a few drinks, maybe too many if you asked him now. And then ? Oh yes… he had picked up a completely stranger, brought him home and shagged him senseless all night. Alright… THAT was so very unlike him.

Ianto Jones wasn't the one night stand kind of guy. Ianto Jones wasn't good at casual, never had been. Hopelessly, Ianto Jones was a romantic man. That must be why he always ended up broken hearted.

He sighed not feeling the warmth of an other body beside him. What had he expected ? Really ? As if this handsome, so sexy, man would have waked him up with a gentle kiss and made him breakfast. As if they would have spend the day in bed, talking and kissing and doing other more physical activities. How delusional of him.

Ianto groaned loudly. This morning wasn't starting well. A pounding headache and deception first thing in the morning, great. He rolled in his king-size bed, trying to find the courage to get up. Something rough touched his cheek instead of the soft fabric of his pillow. Ianto cracked an eye open and tried to read what was written on this small piece of paper.

"Sorry I had to go to work.
Hope I didn't wear you out yesterday. ;)
Maybe we could catch up sometimes, for another performance.
See you around, Ianto Jones.

Jack H"

There was a signature at the bottom of the note that seemed strangely familiar but he was far too much tired to think about it. He wasn't ready to deal with false excuses anyway. Even if that stranger had written that he wanted to see him again it was surely juts a line, wasn't it ? 'Well at least he had let a note before running away like a thief' he thought bitterly.

He put the note on the nightstand, got up and walked to the kitchen.
7:30 he read on the clock of his microwave. "God" he cursed. He didn't even have to work today. But he didn't feel like going back to bed either.

The morning light was already illuminating his flat. "A sunny day in Cardiff in the middle of autumn, who would have thought it could be possible" he said to himself, chuckling.
Ianto's apartment was kinda unique and a bit trange. But he liked it, his own little world where he could hide when things got tough. That seemed to happen more often these days. Actually his bed was in the same room as his kitchen and his lounge only his bathroom and laundry room were separated.

He put some milk and cereals in a bowl and put the coffee machine on. He loved drinking and making coffee and he wasn't being vain when he said that he made the best coffee in all Cardiff maybe in the all United Kingdom if you asked Marc. Because it was the truth, Ianto Jones was the coffee God, and coffee was definitely sacred.

He sat on his couch, bowl in one hand, remote in the other, spoon clasped between his soft pinky lips, waiting for the coffee machine to work its magic. He switched on the TV and zapped until he found and interesting Chanel.
He vaguely registered that the speaker was expecting a famous actor for an interview before he heard the coffee machine beeping. He put his bowl on the table and walked to his kitchen counter. The fantastic smell of coffee was overwhelming.
He went to pick up the note before retreating to his previous stand on the couch.

He read it again and again. The signature part was confusing. It had been done as if it was something so usual that it became a habit. As in an… autograph maybe ? "Yeah right Ianto, as if you shagged a famous actor last night. Stop dreaming" he muttered and mentally slapped himself for his own stupidity.
And anyway how could anyone flirt that much on a note ?!

He didn't notice the loud claps and whistles coming from his TV as the famous personality came on stage. Actually he wasn't watching or even listening to the emission, too busy daydreaming about that gorgeous man he had spend the previous night with.
The journey to his flat was blurry but the sex part was perfectly clear. Whaou ! A hell of a good night !
He smiled as flash of memories came to his minds : blue eyes looking deep in his, filled with so much lust. Soft lips kissing every inches of his body. Moans filling his bedroom. And that voice whispering dirty little things in his ears. What… wait a minute… THAT VOICE ?!

He finally made the link with the voice of the man on the TV who had been speaking for the past minutes. He snapped his head up.

Jack Harkness, handsome man, incredible actor and atrocious flirt was sitting there, talking about his last role.

No, it couldn't be possible ! It couldn't have been HIM! No way ! His mind was just messed up.

Jack Harkness didn't hang out in little and insignificant pub, lost in Cardiff. Jack Harkness was the big party with champaign flowing kind of guy. And he wouldn't pay attention to Ianto, never to a guy like Ianto. He liked class, rich, famous and handsome men. Not some random bloke who worked in a shabby coffee shop to pay his rent, who had quit university, desperately dreaming that he might become a singer. And anyway it couldn't be him so why bother ?

However he decided to listen instead of getting upset other ridiculous ideas.

"
- So Jack, you wasn't at John's party last night.
- No, it was just one of his excuse to get really drunk and rubbing on me. I wasn't in the mood.

The speaker and the audience laugh while Jack smile genuinely.

So what did you do instead ? Had a quiet night in with Myfanwy ?
- No actually I was in Cardiff in a small pub.
- Really ? What's its name ?
- Sorry, I'd love to boost their popularity but I'd like to keep that place to myself. But let me tell you that they have a great singer over there that I'd love to hear again. Totally worth the journey.

Jack winked at the camera, a dashing smile on his face."

In Cardiff? Last night ? A great singer ?
It couldn't really be him, could it ?

A/N : I'll try to post every week if I can do it more often.