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Beta-ed: GlassSplinter

Jack was puzzled by Ianto. He would think that he would be more understandable after he got to try him from almost every angle, but no, his face still hid his insides. Jack was the last person that had a right to complain about something like that. It was obvious that something was still troubling Ianto, but what exactly he couldn't tell. He presumed that he was still dealing with Lisa; it was obvious that he loved her very dearly. There wasn't a whole lot of people for whom Jack would go to such lengths to. He wouldn't have thought that Ianto was capable of that kind of endurance... well now he could. He smiled at his meal. He wasn't that cocky as to think that today was about him... ok, it was a little. It was fun to watch Ianto trying to act like nothing happened. He would probably have put more into his act if the others were there. This way he seemed confused, his audience was gone. Jack stripped him naked, that made him part of the stage, someone who knows that there are strings attached to his upright back, who's trying to be still like he isn't still sore and tired.

He had to admire that young man and his effort to keep his world in focus, to keep moving. Jack knew everything about moving, moving forwards so that the past doesn't crush you. He leaned forward and put his hand on Ianto's knee. That startled Ianto from his thoughts once again. Jack couldn't help but smile at the struggle between accepting the touch, the closeness, a reaction he couldn't really hide, and the refusal of losing control, of exposing his wounds.

"You're daydreaming Ianto, go home, get some sleep." Jack kept his voice low and steady.

"Did you have any sleep at all?" he replied with a question that obviously bothered him.

"Oh, I'm a different kind Ianto." He grinned. "Only death tires me these days." Ianto wasn't pleased with the answer. Ianto opened his mouth in attempt to get clarification but Jack shook his head. "Just sign it off like you did these pheromones." Jack asked him. After a short hesitation Ianto nodded his head. He liked that about Ianto; he could just toss things aside and not bring them up.

In that moment the rift alarm went off.

"Just when I thought I would have a quiet afternoon!" Jack jumped towards the computer.

Ianto tiped on Tosh's computer.

"Weevils, sir." Ianto switched into his working mode. "Four of them, south side, moving."

"Yes, I can see them on the CCTV, which means everybody can see them." Jack already buckled his gun. "Let's go." Jack tossed a gun towards Ianto, who caught it with surprise.

"Should I call others?" he asked carefully.

"Why? There are only four of them, and it's not as if you've never hunted down a weevil before." Jack grinned at him suggestively.

"Ok, then." Ianto suddenly seemed taller as he stretched himself out. "I'd better get some weevil spray then."

Ianto seemed to wake up from the adrenaline. Jack had noticed that Ianto was spending time in shooting alley, but he was still surprised with the steady and secure way he was handling the weevils, they never even got to scratch him. He was always a step ahead, looking sharp. He didn't hesitate like he did in usual situations. Jack found that a very stimulating sight.

"Ok, that was the last one, sir." Ianto said seriously, closing the back of the SUV. For Jack that was the last straw. He grabbed the young man and pressed him up against the SUV.

"Who would say that Weevil hunting can be such fun, we should do this more often," Jack said sharply.

"Um," Ianto blushed slightly and turned his face away. "We should really go back, sir, the weevils are getting restless and soon it will be rush hour." Jack grinned widely because Ianto's groin and breath contradicted his flat voice.

"You're the boss." Jack mocked him and gave him the keys.

On the way back Ianto was tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. Jack leaned back with a smile. Impatience was flattering, even more than the mere act of initiating their sexual encounters, because everyone was horny from time to time, but to want more after a night like last was just, well, nice.