Fic: The Line We Dared to Cross (Jack/Ianto, PG)
The air was warm, a rare occurrence in Cardiff but fine none the less. A pleasant afternoon for a walk along the bay but I knew that soon my mobile would go off and it would all be over. I was willing to bet that the man walking slightly in front of me wished it would happen. Right now I guessed a simple afternoon walk was making him uncomfortable. For awhile we were holding hands; but now his hands were firmly in his pockets, strutting ahead like he owned the place.
“It still amazes me how Cardiff has changed over the years.” He stopped by the railing. “I’ve probably seen more changes than you have.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Yes I have noticed changes over the years but it was small compared to what he had seen since he arrived here all that time ago. Hours spent in the archives were like catch up, all those Torchwood operatives working in Places now long gone and seeing his name written in several reports. I wondered if he knew Torchwood had spied on him in the past.
“Yeah you have,” I agreed with a small smile. “I wonder if Tosh has managed to find a pack of cards.”
“I hope so; strip poker wouldn’t be fun without them,” A grin passed over his face, “unless we just skip the poker part....”
“Blackjack, I think you’ll find, was what we agreed upon, sir,” I interrupted with a sigh.
“Shame. I was really looking forward to it.”
I turned away and looked around where we stood. The Robert F Scott memorial was in front of me, a mosaic style statue upon a roundabout of grass, guarded by chain railing. Sometimes I would come here with Tosh on a break and we would talk for hours. No wonder Jack wanted to take me here since he had followed us a few times. It was the only place where I felt at ease.
“Gwen suggested it, you know,” Jack said interrupting my thoughts. Yeah I knew that but I wasn’t going to comment. What happened in his mind wasn’t any of my business, especially where Gwen was concerned. I held no grudge since I liked her, we all did.
“I think she was joking,” I replied, my eyes still upon the memorial, “just trying to get your attention.”
“Yeah I guess,” He let out a sigh before continuing, “Still I wonder what she looks like naked,” he confessed.
I didn’t answer but didn’t try to block it out either. It was a very odd thing to say but I guessed that to Jack, it was quite normal and appropriate. Tosh told me once it was ok to talk about these things but sometimes there was a limit or line that we couldn’t cross. She told me this because I failed to understand why I frowned when Jack talked about other people who were attractive. It never hit me that I was jealous or even that I cared. Was this the line?
“Hmm I’ve always wondered what Tosh looks like,” I blurted without thinking. Jack started to laugh.
“Oh really? Now’s there’s a shock.”
Truthfully I already knew what she looked like, through an embarrassing but very innocent incident. After staying the night at her house on the couch, I accidently walked into her bedroom while she was naked. All I did was make her breakfast to say thanks. I still remember the redness on her cheeks but it was the thoughts afterwards which stuck to me the most. If Jack ever found out what was on my dirty mind, he probably be turned on or offer to join in, possibly even both. Then again I would mind him finding out about my fantasies of a blowjob in the shower, of me begging hard for it since I wanted to feel his mouth taking me to another place. Jack loves it when I scream his name out without caring about my surroundings; this is why he enjoyed it more.
“You know she likes Owen right?”
“Of course, but Gwen likes you.”
There was silence while I gathered my thoughts. Jack was staring at me, but with a smirk on his face. The urge to grab him and kiss him was slowly being suppressed by the thought that Tosh was right; we had definitely crossed that line. I tried not to frown.
“I need a beer,” I said breaking the silence.
Jack began to laugh, “We’re idiots aren’t we?”
“I don’t know about that sir,” I replied shrugging my shoulders, “just two men with very dirty minds.”
“Oh, I might have a cure for that.”
I smiled and turned away. It was now very awkward but that’s what we did best. Small talk wasn’t really one of my strong suits and Jack knew that, teasing me about it sometimes. I felt fingers entwining into mine, sending shivers down my spine.
“Come on, I’ll buy you that drink.”
“Jack?”
“Yes?” Jack asked as I turned to face him. I raised an eyebrow.
“Fancy a game of strip poker later?”