Café Mocha: Chapter Fifteen
Title: Café Mocha: Essential Child Raising Agent
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: Adult concepts, Possibilities of some strong language, Subtle hints for season three
Summary: One night something unexpected comes through the rift and shocks the team.
In which Ianto finds a part of him he never knew he had, and Jack pervs on babies.
Author's Notes: Kudos to my wonderful beta Aaya, whose help has been immeasurable.
Disclaimer: I own nothing: it all belongs to Russell T. Davies. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Picture of baby here l Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
“Ianto!” Jack called as he opened the front door and hung his coat up. “I’m home early, just for you…” He stopped, seeing that the flat was dark and quiet.
“You must have gone to bed early,” he chuckled as he walked into Grace’s room to check on her. “Not really a surprise after all the sex we had this morning.”
Surprised that she wasn’t in her bed, Jack figured that Ianto must have had a rough evening with her, since she was usually in her cot early.
He made his way into the bedroom, unsurprised to see a dark mop of hair peeking out from under the covers. A pale hand stretched out from underneath the quilt, and into the travel cot adjacent to the bed, where it was wrapped protectively around Grace . He chuckled at the picture the two made and undressed quickly so as not to disturb them.
“I can’t believe I came home early for this,” Jack muttered as he took his boxers off and slid under the covers, “not even a goodnight kiss.” He wrapped his arm around the dark-haired man’s waist and pressed himself flush against his back so that they were spooned together.
Ianto fell through the front door an hour later, wracked with exhaustion, having taken a long detour to drop Rhiannon and the kids back home.
He frowned as he saw Jack’s coat hanging up in the hallway, having not expected the other man to be home yet.
“Hello,” he called softly, “anyone home?” He toed off his shoes and walked across the flat to check on Grace in her room, before he realised that the cot was empty and he headed back to his bedroom.
“Well,” Ianto murmured as he poked his head round his bedroom door and caught sight of Jack spooning Owen (whose arm was hanging out the bed to hold onto the baby) and started snickering, “that’s a surprise…”
He shut the door quietly, knowing that Jack wasn’t asleep and lay down on the sofa to catch a couple hours of sleep before he had to get up for the next day.
Three hours later, the screaming started.
Ianto clutched his head, bemoaning his lack of sleep and groggily made his way to his bedroom, wearing only his boxers as he rubbed at his eyes.
“Do you two want to keep it down in there?” he asked, as his expression turned very amused: in his bed, a naked Jack and a fully clothed Owen sat staring at each other and looking rather horrified.
“You’re going to wake the baby,” Ianto pointed out, and walked round to where Grace was crying, his tone sarcastic. “Oh, wait, you already have.” He lifted her into his arms and turned to walk out the room again.
“Never mind, carry on!” he called back from the sitting room as he heard Jack and Owen begin to argue.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” raged Owen, “And why the hell are you naked?!” He caught sight of Jack’s erection tenting the sheets, and all the blood rushed rapidly out of his face. “And what the hell is that?”
Jack rolled his eyes at Owen’s dramatics. “I can’t believe I got an erection from snuggling up to you for three hours.” He looked down to see his erection had wilted at the thought.
Owen too had noticed this, “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a good-looking man!”
“Think about what you’re saying, Owen,” Jack said slowly and with a smile, “do you really want me to get an erection by just thinking about you?”
Owen shuddered, “Maybe not…” Then he muttered under his breath as he scratched his chin, “Mind you, a ladybird would give you an erection…”
Jack ignored the other man as got out the bed and bent over, exposing his naked arse to the air (and Owen).
Owen pretended not to notice, rubbing his eyes desperately as if he wanted to gouge them out, and went looking for his shoes.
“So,” Jack said, wearing only boxers as he hopped onto one of the bar stools facing the kitchen, “what was all that about?”
“Well,” sighed Ianto, who lifted his mug to his lips to hide his smile, “if you can’t be bothered to check who you’re spooning with at night, you deserve it.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in your bed!” Jack said, raising his palms in a defensive gesture. “Besides, what was he doing there?” He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “And where were you last night?”
“Couple much?” Ianto muttered, before he put his mug down and grabbed the bottle out of the warmer to feed Grace. “Rhiannon needed me last night,” he explained as lifted Grace out of her car seat, which he had been rocking with his foot on the floor.
“David had an accident involving a goalpost and she needed support because Johnny was working the night shift.” He paused and frowned, “Come to think of it, she probably only called me because she needed a lift home. Anyway, I didn’t want to worry you, so I didn’t tell you.”
Jack frowned then slid off the stool so he could walk into the kitchen to join (grope) Ianto. “I forgive you,” he muttered, as he pressed a kiss to Grace’s forehead than Ianto’s.
“There’s nothing to forgive!” Ianto protested a little bit too loudly, and Grace promptly began fussing. Sighing, he started bouncing up and down on the spot to soothe her, but smiled. “It was funny and you know it.”
Jack studied Ianto, absently scratching his crotch, before he moved forward to take the baby so Ianto could drink his coffee in peace.
“You are not touching her with that hand!” Ianto said as he nimbly dodged Jack’s outstretched hands and pushed him towards the sink with his side, “You just scratched your crotch!”
It was now his turn to narrow his eyes at Jack, “You haven’t done that before have you?”
Jack shrugged as he washed his hands before he turned back to Ianto and welcomed the baby into his arms, “Don’t think so…”
Ianto rolled his eyes as he watched Jack become engrossed in the baby.
Twenty minutes later, Owen emerged with wet hair to find Jack, Ianto and baby curled up on the sofa watching Saturday’s Kitchen.
“Hope you don’t mind, Ianto,” Owen said as he flopped gracelessly down into the free armchair, “but I used your shower.”
Ianto shrugged, “Good to hear it-though it would have been a nice gesture before you climbed into my bed.”
“Now that’s something you don’t hear every day,” Jack said, laughing.
Ianto smirked, “I don’t know why you’re laughing. Think how bad it’s going to sound to the girls on Monday when I tell them I came home on Friday night to find you two in my bed.”
Owen groaned and closed his eyes, “Shit… Tosh. She’s going to be wondering where I am as well.”
Ianto raised his eyebrows and Jack went into the kitchen to find some chocolate. “Since when have you and Tosh been…?”
“Erm, it’s not really official,” Owen muttered, slightly annoyed at himself for letting it slip, “don’t tell anyone just yet. I don’t want motor-mouth to get hold of it.” He nodded at Jack, who was out of earshot.
“No problem,” agreed Ianto, “Tosh’s kept quiet about a lot of things for me.”
Owen opened his mouth to ask before he shook his head, “Never mind. I don’t think I want to know.” He stood up to leave and Ianto followed him with the baby in his arms.
“See you guys on Monday,” he called to Jack (who turned and waved), and then turned his attention to Grace, “And you, little miss. You’ll miss your Uncle Owen won’t you? Me and you have fun-”
“Why the hell is there only one Mars bar?” Jack shouted from the other end of the flat. “Owen!”
“And that is my cue to leave,” Owen muttered as he pressed a kiss to Grace’s forehead before he ran out of the flat.
Ianto turned round, smiling at Jack’s behaviour. “He’s gone. You can’t kill him till Monday. That way, it’s legal since you’re his boss.”
Jack pouted as he looked down at his one remaining chocolate bar.
Chapter Sixteen