"Maybe we should call Gwen." Tosh asked, receiving an evil glare from Jack.
"No, first, it's her honeymoon; she'll be a royal pain if we interrupt her. Second, you know exactly how she will act if she finds out that Ianto and I are." He took a deep breath. "That we are no currently coupled. I don't want to put up with that while I'm trying to convince Ianto of my intentions."
Tosh nodded. "Gotcha, so what's next? Know of any old roosts in a 3 day travel radius that John might hit?" A rift alarm silenced them all. Tosh checked the rating.
"It's John, and he's, blimey; He's in the middle of a shopping center!" Owen jumped.
"What the hell is Hart doing in a shopping center?" Jack shrugged, sprinting off to the SUV.
"Guess we should follow him." Tosh said, running full tilt behind the angry captain.
John Hart was shopping. It was a new experience; he never really did the shopping. What he couldn't snatch from a lover's home, he usually snatched from time. Somehow though, he felt like Ianto wouldn't appreciate that. God, what was this man doing to him! He shook his head ducking into a clothing store and charming the clerk.
"So, ma'am, I'm really not from around here, and I seem to have had a bit of an issue with me wardrobe. " He gestured to his slightly tattered t-shirt and near shredded jeans. "Do you think you could help?" The girl nodded, giggling slightly as she guided him to the changing room. Twenty minutes and a very flushed cashier later, John left with his favorite outfit tucked into a backpack, a sharp black trouser and crisp white shirt in place. He shrugged into the matching black blazer admiring himself in the mirrored surface of the store window. If Ianto doesn't fall for this, then he might as well give up. John ducked into a few more shops, picking up some night clothes for Ianto- he had to respect the man's rules for now, if he ever wanted to bed him- as well as some food for the Welshman.
Jack had gunned the SUV full tilt to the shopping center, breaking every traffic law imaginable. Own and Tosh hadn't even urged him to stop. Ianto was at stake, and Jack would stop at nothing to get him back. They screeched to a stop Jack out of the car before Tosh had unbuckled. She and Owen stumbled from the SUV running after their captain. He caught sight of a black clad man carrying a take-out bag, a backpack with a slip of crimson spilling from the latch.
"Hart!" Jack bellowed, and the suited man turned around a snarky grin on his face.
"Jack, glad to see that you showed up! What do you think of my new duds?" He gestured at himself, the soft cotton shirt clinging seductively to every plain of his chest.
"What happened to your usual outfit?" Jack snarled trying to see the best way to grab for the man.
"It was pointed out to me that I dress poorly, and I want to dress to impress."
"Oh? Pray tell, who are you going to impress?" John lifted the bag on his wrist shaking it lightly.
"I have a date tonight, and he has a very sharp fashion taste." Jack lunged at the man, but he was already gone. A flash of white leaving a fuming Harkness behind.
John hopped from point to point, confusing anyone looking at his jump history. Finally he was back at the building were the man he wishes to impress resides. He opened the door, planning on a big entrance, only to find Ianto asleep, still half tied to the bed. John smiled. It was easy to see why Jack loved this man, and why he found his own heart being drawn in by the Welshman. John set up the table on the other side of the room, making a pot of coffee and setting out the food. One last check of the mirror and he was by Ianto's side.
"So, do you always look so adorable when you sleep, or is this a special occasion." Ianto lurched up, unbound hand lashing out and striking John's face.
"Shit Eye Candy, good morning to you too!" John rubbed his bruising cheek and Ianto stifled a laugh.
"Serves you right for sneaking up on me."
"I didn't! I swear! You were just sleeping so cute-ly and I figured that you would want food. " Ianto nodded, stretching as best he could in his binds.
"Want me to get the rest of these?" John asked, and Ianto nodded. "And don't even think of running. If you do manage to get out of this room, which is locked, and out of this labyrinth of a building, then you'll still have miles to go before you can get a phone to call anyone."
Ianto snorted flexing his now unbound muscles. "Went to a lot of trouble to get me all to yourself."
John smiled, gesturing over to the table. "Yup, and who knows, maybe I'll get to keep you." Ianto rolled his eyes getting up and heading to the table.
"I seriously doubt that, though I do appreciate the meal." Ianto sat down, and ran an approving gaze over the other man's outfit. "See you took my advice and cleaned up a bit." John grinned and posed.
"Yup. What do you think?" Ianto shrugged toying with the food on his plate.
"It looks good. A bit casual, but at least you have some taste. I was beginning to think that the by the 51'st century everyone dressed like a loon." John laughed again, pouring the mugs of coffee and handing one to Ianto.
"I thought you liked the way Jack dressed." Ianto shrugged again.
"I like his coat. Loved his coat really, it was the first think about him I noticed." Ianto sipped the coffee, grimacing at the thin bitter drink. "Seriously, can no one make good coffee in the future?" John's face fell,
"That bad?" He took a sip himself spewing the vial liquid back into the mug. "I see your point." Ianto stood, heading over to the coffee maker on the counter, inspecting it momentarily before deftly brewing two cups of coffee, taking care to add the perfect amount of sugar and cream to each, ignoring John's please for black coffee.
"Really, it's fine! No need to play with the coffee." But the mug was already in his hands.
"Don't ask, just drink." Ianto took a sip of his own mug savoring the smooth brew before sitting down in front of the food.
John took a tentative sip of his coffee, eyes growing wide in shock of the magnificent brew. "Gees Eye Candy, if your coffee is any indication of how good you are in bed, than I'm shocked Jack hasn't married you yet." Ianto rolled his eyes, pointing at the food.
"So what's this then?"
"Chinese? I hope its ok." Another eye roll.
"I can see the food, and yes its fine, but this-"He gestured broadly at the table.
"Oh, a date." John said, another cocky grin firmly affixed to his features.
"So, let me see, you dressed up, attempted to make coffee, and brought dinner, all in the hopes of winning my heart." John blushed slightly.
"Is it working?" Ianto laughed.
"Well it isn't hurting, but I need to know something." John's pulse raced slightly, "You said that you were giving Jack a few days to feel the heat, how many exactly." John paused in his eating.
"Three, today being the first. " Ianto nodded chewing his food thoughtfully. Three days' vacation from Torchwood, with a guy who seems to actually care for him. He isn't Jack, but Jack obviously didn't care for him, so why the hell not.
"Alright then. Did you bring any wine?" John beamed, pulling a bottle from under the table and putting on the counter.
"Always prepared." John said, a hint of lust tingeing his voice. Ianto jumped slightly.
"No sex John." John pouted slightly, but nodded, turning to his backpack and pulling out the red silk pajamas that he had purchased earlier.
"I thought as much, so I got you these, I won't be in here, but I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in your suit." John shrugged and Ianto smiled.
"Th-Thanks." Ianto set the pajamas on the bed, peeling off his tie and jacket.
"So, Eye Candy, tell me about yourself."