Just for Jack, fic
Just for Jack
Ianto’s flat was much like Ianto himself. Put together, neat, classic yet modern and Jack liked it. The flat was about 10 minutes from the Hub and was surprisingly large.
Ianto had gone into the kitchen to grab his decanter of well-aged scotch while Jack casually absorbed every intricate detail of the flat. He and Ianto had been together for about a year and a half since returning from his ‘travels’ with the Doctor, and Jack had decided to have a real, solid relationship with Ianto. So far that choice had not caused him too much distress, although he knew that that day was coming.
Jack looked at the pictures of a younger and decidedly happier Ianto on his mantel. Jack recognized them - Rihannon and her children, Ianto’s father and Ianto as a child in front of his father’s shop…Lisa. The last time Jack was at Ianto’s flat, which was admittedly under very different circumstances, there were no pictures up. Especially of Lisa. God, Ianto looked happy. He looked…hot. Jack determined that love suited Ianto in a way rarely seen. Ianto’s face lit up and that smile…. All of a sudden Jack had a wave of jealously roll over him. He wanted a smile like that from Ianto.
Ianto had just walked back into the den with two liberally filled glasses of amber liquid. He had removed his tie and waistcoat. Then he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt - showing off a tuft of chest hair. He looked edible. The glasses of scotch were left untouched that night.
***
Tosh had gotten in early the next morning because, of course, she couldn’t sleep. She was surprised that she was unable to find Jack in his office when she got in. This time of morning he was almost always back from whatever roof he had visited the night before.
About half an hour later the cog door rolled back to reveal Jack just about devouring Ianto’s face. Ianto let out a little mew and somehow found enough strength to push Jack away rather than pulling him closer. Ianto looked ravished. Jack looked down at Ianto with a smirk apparently approving of his actions while Ianto seemed, well, irked. They both began to walk in and then noticed Tosh staring at them. Jack winked at her and Ianto became a deep shade of red and mumbled something about coffee before gracefully running away.
Chuckling but going back to work, Tosh was caught off guard by Jack’s sudden invasion of her personal space. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need your help….”
***
At the end of the week Jack took Ianto back to his flat.
“Why are we here, Jack? We’re supposed to stay at the Hub - rift duty this weekend, remember?” Ianto said nonplussed.
Jack smirked, Ianto was beginning to hate that smirk, “No we don’t. Tosh is doing the watch, but nothing should happen. Tosh checked the rift predictor and gave us the all clear. Plus, if she needs me, I’m only a call away.”
“Umm, ok….”
“Well, come on. Go get packed. We got to hit the road before traffic hits!”
“WHAT?!”
“I am taking you away for the weekend, Yan. Let’s go.”
***
“GOD DAMN IT!” Jack screamed while repeatedly hitting the car’s satnav.
“I don’t think that’s helping.”
“Shit! What are we going to do? Without this piece of crap,” he indicated to the now dented satnav, “we can’t get to the ca…the, the place.”
“Why don’t I just tell you how to get there,” Ianto said mildly.
Jack, incredulous, said softly, “What?”
“We’re going to Thompson’s cabin, correct? The one on the coast?”
“Ye…How could you possibly know that?!” Jack practically shouted.
“Jack,” Ianto replied exasperated, “how many times must I say it: I know everything.”
***
They pulled up to the simple looking cabin following Ianto’s flawless instructions. It aggravated Jack that he couldn’t surprise Ianto, but, he thought, the day has only started. Tosh who had been very excited about this weekend trip had helped Jack find a suitable meal to make Ianto happy. Tosh said that Chicken Marsala was his favorite and once Tosh explained what that was, Jack readily accepted the help. Tosh then bought everything Jack would need to make it and also wrote down the instructions for him, in simple terms. Jack was excited about making a romantic dinner for Ianto.
That thought scared him a little.
Ianto lounged back next to the window overlooking the ocean and a good book. Watching Jack pull out the food and the bottle of Marsala wine, Ianto raised his eyebrow and said, “Chicken Marsala?” It was his favorite, but he never told Jack that.
Jack pulled back sharply and fixed Ianto with a heatless glare, “How did you….” Then they said together. “I/You know everything.”
“Right, right,” Jack said with a sigh.
Twenty minutes later Jack let out an indignant shriek, “ARGH! I can’t believe it!”
“What? What? Does Tosh need us? Has something happened?”
“No, no. Well, yes! Tosh gave me the instructions to make this and I can’t find them anywhere! Hmph! How could I have left them in the Hub?”
“Jack it’s fine. I know how to make Chicken Marsala. Why don’t I make it and you go relax and have something to drink. Ok?” said Ianto, placating.
“I was supposed to do this for you! It…it was supposed to be romantic,” Jack finished lamely.
Ianto was taken aback. Jack wanted to do something romantic, for him? Ianto had originally thought this was about sex; a new game or something. Ianto just looked at Jack and pulled his close for a heated kiss, tongues dancing.
“Thank you,” Ianto said simply. Why don’t we make dinner together?”
“Ok.” Jack was still pouting a little but his annoyance was mostly gone because of that kiss. That kiss was different, and it felt amazing. He wanted another.
With Ianto’s guidance, it was surprisingly easy to finish their meal. They worked together seamlessly. It was like when they were working in the field together. They anticipated the other’s needs with surprising ease. Light banter and hearty laughter filled the room along with the smell of sweet wine.
Soon enough they had eaten their well prepared meal and drunk a complete bottle of wine. Jack’s hand had drifted from Ianto’s knee to thigh and was now resting lightly on his crotch. Ianto took the hint, and they went into their bedroom.
They made love for the first time but not the last.
***
They lay facing each other in bed with the soft, blood colored duvet surrounding them. Fingers dancing over sweat cooled skin and sated bodies. Only the soft patter of Welsh rain and their labored breathing broke the comfortable silence.
Eventually Ianto’s finger traced Jack’s jaw, “Duw…I love you.”
Jack’s whole body tensed and Ianto worried that maybe this whole weekend was about sex; it was just a game. A couple of tense minutes later Jack relaxed and pulled Ianto in for a chaste kiss. “I really do love you, too.”
Ianto’s face lit up and he smiled that fantastic smile Jack had been jealous of. The smile was beautiful and so was Ianto. Jack finally got to see that happy boy he’d seen on Ianto’s mantel. But this smile was different, something just for Jack.
He slept easy that night.