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The Date: An Interesting Start(1/2)
A Torchwood Fanfiction
Jack said he would fetch Ianto at around 7pm but he is 75 minutes early...
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Jack was grinning over both ears when he looked over to the box on the passenger seat; this was the perfect present for Ianto. Of course he would enjoy the other box with assorted chocolates too but this was something both could enjoy in the long run.

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Half past five; Ianto thought Tosh was joking when she called to tell him that Jack had already left the hub. What the hell was Jack thinking? It wouldn't take him more than twenty minutes if he would drive slowly and he was thinking Jack and his mad abuse of the SUV-tyres which the captain liked to call driving. At this rate he was going to arrive soon if he headed straight to this flat.

Ianto groaned; he hadn't got the time to shower yet or to redo his hair. He wasn't a very vain man but the current state of his hair was bluntly put unacceptable. Jack was known for having strange fetishes but Ianto doubted that even he would like the spiky mess on his head. Not if he wasn't the reason for it. He ran slightly alarmed across his flat shoving embarrassing stuff away while he tried to get rid of his clothes as fast as possible but not without forgetting to fold them neatly together - thank gods he was a multi-tasker -, grabbed a few towels and headed off to the bathroom. Oh bollocks! Get a grip Ianto; Jack would be surely making a detour. The young man just shook his head but continued his way to the shower nonetheless; just in case.

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5.45pm Jack couldn't help feeling incredibly dumb for heading out so early but on the other hand he had never expected to find Ianto's present this fast. He saw it almost instantly when he entered the shop, as if it was meant to be found by him. The only drawback was that he was now standing in front of Ianto's entrance door...seventy-five minutes early. This wouldn't have been that much of a problem if someone hadn't disabled his vortex manipulator. Damn Doctor.
He kept walking up and down, well aware of the ridiculous sight he must have presented to passers by. Now he had two options: either walking back to the SUV, turn up the volume and kill time the old fashioned way or be a man and ring...
Through all the turmoil in his head Jack failed to notice that even the tiniest move of him was currently under surveillance.

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Ianto had practically just stepped out of the cubicle when his telephone ringed.
Why always everything at once? The young man sighed and quickly towelled his still dripping body before he wrapped another one around his waist. He was still towelling his hair when he picked the annoyingly persistent phone up.
"There is a suspicious man outside your door."
Ianto frowned "Mrs Peters, is that you?"
Mrs Peters was the mistress of the neighbourhood. She was an elderly widowed lady who had been living in this street for ages. Ianto had talked to her on a few occasions; she could be really nice...if she wanted to but she was also very suspicious of strangers and her window to the street had practically become her life.
"He's been walking up and down for almost ten minutes; a big lad in uniform. I hope you didn't get yourself into any trouble Mr. Jones.”
Ianto barely suppressed a chuckle when he gazed at the monitor of his security systems.
"Don't worry Mrs. Peters, that's okay. He is a friend of mine."
"Then why won't he ring your doorbell?"
He couldn't help giving a dramatic sigh and chuckled "I guess he is just shy." and before she got the chance to say any more he continued "Thank you so much for your call Mrs. Peters. I better ask my friend in now before he gets the chance to arouse any more concern to the neighbourhood." Ianto put the receiver back with a smile and walked towards the entrance door.

"Don't you want to come in Jack?"

Ok, this was too much for the captain. First the anxiousness and now this: A dripping wet Ianto completely naked except for a towel around his waist and another one around his shoulders. His hair sent tiny drops of water rolling down his well sculptured torso and the young man was leaning on the doorframe in a way which sparked way too many ideas and images in Jack's mind but did nothing overall to improve the blood supply to his brain.
"Guh." He was really at a loss for words. Ianto chuckled, gave Jack a look you could almost describe as sexual, leaned further out of the door and murmured huskily "Now do you want in or not? You're worrying my neighbours."
Having no confidence at all in his voice Jack just nodded at which the young man responded with a cocked eyebrow. "Is that a yes?"
Another nod. The other man shook his head and stepped back to make way for the captain
"Come on then, I think Mrs. Peters should have seen enough by now."

Jack stepped in and eyed his surroundings; it had been a while but Ianto's flat was practically unchanged except for a few stylish additions.
"Who is Mrs Peters?"
"An elderly woman with way too much time."
"Ianto, is there something you wanna tell me?"
"Yeah, during your absence I've developed a craving for little old ladies. Shame, I was going to tell you at dinner but now it's out. Blimeys what other dark secrets are you going to uncover tonight?"
"Oh, does that mean I've gotta wear a wig and a dress to get you excited?"
"Yep. Wig, petticoat, hat and false teeth." Ianto laughed "Now come in, it's freezing!"

Jack followed the young man who signalled him to sit on the couch.
"Make yourself comfortable."
"You sure?"
Ianto couldn't help a laugh, unbelievable! But judging from Jack's body language he probably wasn't joking.
"Not too much." he winked at the other man "Just sit down for now and relax a little while I'm getting dressed. Then we'll have our date; you can get as comfortable as you like if it goes well and..." Ianto edged closer and braced himself on his arms, trapping his captain between him and the couch and kissed the tense captain on his right temple "if it goes really well I might join you afterwards, deal?"
Jack's Adam’s apple made a little jump when he gulped and Ianto couldn’t hide a predatory grin.
Winding Jack up was fun; strange that he never realized it before. He was practically undressing Ianto with his eyes but otherwise he was on his best behaviour. Jack nodded and Ianto rewarded him with a fond kiss on his lips before he straightened himself and padded over into his bedroom.

Thankfully he had laid his outfit out onto his bed as soon as he came home.
Ianto was standing with his back to the door when he heard a rustling noise at the threshold.
He slowly bent down and deliberately took his time to pull the trousers over his hips; the gasp this movement earned him seemed to prove him right. Winding Jack up was more than fun.
"Enjoying the show?"
Jack’s reply was breathy "Yeah."
"What do you enjoy more: watching me dress or undress?"
Ianto sighed contently when Jack arms found their way around his waist.
"Mmmmhh." Jack's thoughtful growl went right into Ianto's core and he pressed tiny kisses into his shoulder blades. "As much as I've been dying to see you in all your glory" his hands started to roam over the younger man's chest while he growled lowly into Ianto's hair "I can't wait to see you in that shirt."
The young man smiled "So you like it? I had to buy a new one because your favourite shirt got destroyed by an alien-blob incident."
A rumble went through Jack’s chest when he chuckled and continued his ministrations on his neck.
“Alien-blob huh? We’ve go to talk about that later. But…” He let his lips wander up to that special spot behind Ianto’s ears murmuring hoarsely. ”Yeah, I like it very much.”
The young man sighed dramatically but Jack could practically hear his smile. “You realize I won’t be able to put it on if you continue this.”
He let out a low growl before he unwillingly stepped aside but didn’t break contact with Ianto’s body.
“We don’t wanna have that, do we?”
Jack picked the shirt up and gave Ianto an appreciative growl when he held it out in front of him.
“You really like this colour, don’t you?”
“Depends.” Ianto had just got his arms through the sleeves when Jack turned him around to face the closet mirror. One by one he buttoned up Ianto’s shirt while he lavished his throat with butterfly kisses. “You look simply irresistible in this colour.”
Ianto hummed his contentment and smiled at him through the mirror “Shame, this means no red at work then.”
Jack pouted “Why?”
“Because we would never get any work done.”
“I won’t work if you don’t wear at least something red.”
“Hey, that’s blackmailing.”
“Nah, it’s rather justified working conditions for my favourite man in suits.”
“Justified?”
“Yeah, it helps to create a relaxed working atmosphere.”
“I don’t really see the correlations between my outfit and working atmosphere.”
“Apparently; that’s why I’m telling you to wear it.”
“Alright.” Oh that grin couldn’t mean any good.
“But…” Damn he knew it! “Red shirt means I’m out of bounds during work hours.”
Jack’s breath had stopped for a second at his announcement but he didn’t reply. Instead he seemed to put all his attention back to Ianto’s shirt. Jack was still standing behind him but Ianto could see that gleam in his eyes through the mirror when he straightened his collar.
“You are playing tough my boy” his eyes gazed at him intently through the reflection “…but I’ll try to respect your conditions.”
“Without even one complaint?”
“Well, you said work hours, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s deal then but…” Jack paused a moment to press himself closer against the younger man.
“…you’ll have to bear with the resulting consequences. Understood?”
Both men were now grinning broadly at themselves in the mirror like Cheshire cats.
“Yes Sir.”
“You look gorgeous.” Ianto turned around and threw his arms around Jack’s neck.
“And you realize that this is not the usual way to start a date?”
“Yeah…” Jack traced Ianto’s jaw-line with his nose “…but it should be.”
“You booked the table for half past seven right? We’ve still got fifty minutes until then.”
“Oooh, I think we’ll find a way to occupy us.”
“What, after all your efforts to get me dressed?”
Jack smiled at him “You’re right” and kissed Ianto’s forehead “Actually I’m quite content with this position.”
“You want to hug me for the next fifty minutes?”
“…Naah!” Jack brought their faces so close together that their lips were almost touching.
“I intend to snog the senses out of you.”
Their lips met for a slow and indulgent kiss; Ianto grinned when they parted for air
“I think I like this plan.”

Description
The Date: An Interesting Start(1/2)
A Torchwood Fanfiction
Jack said he would fetch Ianto at around 7pm but he is 75 minutes early...
___________________

Jack was grinning over both ears when he looked over to the box on the passenger seat; this was the perfect present for Ianto. Of course he would enjoy the other box with assorted chocolates too but this was something both could enjoy in the long run.

******************

Half past five; Ianto thought Tosh was joking when she called to tell him that Jack had already left the hub. What the hell was Jack thinking? It wouldn't take him more than twenty minutes if he would drive slowly and he was thinking Jack and his mad abuse of the SUV-tyres which the captain liked to call driving. At this rate he was going to arrive soon if he headed straight to this flat.

Ianto groaned; he hadn't got the time to shower yet or to redo his hair. He wasn't a very vain man but the current state of his hair was bluntly put unacceptable. Jack was known for having strange fetishes but Ianto doubted that even he would like the spiky mess on his head. Not if he wasn't the reason for it. He ran slightly alarmed across his flat shoving embarrassing stuff away while he tried to get rid of his clothes as fast as possible but not without forgetting to fold them neatly together - thank gods he was a multi-tasker -, grabbed a few towels and headed off to the bathroom. Oh bollocks! Get a grip Ianto; Jack would be surely making a detour. The young man just shook his head but continued his way to the shower nonetheless; just in case.

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5.45pm Jack couldn't help feeling incredibly dumb for heading out so early but on the other hand he had never expected to find Ianto's present this fast. He saw it almost instantly when he entered the shop, as if it was meant to be found by him. The only drawback was that he was now standing in front of Ianto's entrance door...seventy-five minutes early. This wouldn't have been that much of a problem if someone hadn't disabled his vortex manipulator. Damn Doctor.
He kept walking up and down, well aware of the ridiculous sight he must have presented to passers by. Now he had two options: either walking back to the SUV, turn up the volume and kill time the old fashioned way or be a man and ring...
Through all the turmoil in his head Jack failed to notice that even the tiniest move of him was currently under surveillance.

******************

Ianto had practically just stepped out of the cubicle when his telephone ringed.
Why always everything at once? The young man sighed and quickly towelled his still dripping body before he wrapped another one around his waist. He was still towelling his hair when he picked the annoyingly persistent phone up.
"There is a suspicious man outside your door."
Ianto frowned "Mrs Peters, is that you?"
Mrs Peters was the mistress of the neighbourhood. She was an elderly widowed lady who had been living in this street for ages. Ianto had talked to her on a few occasions; she could be really nice...if she wanted to but she was also very suspicious of strangers and her window to the street had practically become her life.
"He's been walking up and down for almost ten minutes; a big lad in uniform. I hope you didn't get yourself into any trouble Mr. Jones.”
Ianto barely suppressed a chuckle when he gazed at the monitor of his security systems.
"Don't worry Mrs. Peters, that's okay. He is a friend of mine."
"Then why won't he ring your doorbell?"
He couldn't help giving a dramatic sigh and chuckled "I guess he is just shy." and before she got the chance to say any more he continued "Thank you so much for your call Mrs. Peters. I better ask my friend in now before he gets the chance to arouse any more concern to the neighbourhood." Ianto put the receiver back with a smile and walked towards the entrance door.

"Don't you want to come in Jack?"

Ok, this was too much for the captain. First the anxiousness and now this: A dripping wet Ianto completely naked except for a towel around his waist and another one around his shoulders. His hair sent tiny drops of water rolling down his well sculptured torso and the young man was leaning on the doorframe in a way which sparked way too many ideas and images in Jack's mind but did nothing overall to improve the blood supply to his brain.
"Guh." He was really at a loss for words. Ianto chuckled, gave Jack a look you could almost describe as sexual, leaned further out of the door and murmured huskily "Now do you want in or not? You're worrying my neighbours."
Having no confidence at all in his voice Jack just nodded at which the young man responded with a cocked eyebrow. "Is that a yes?"
Another nod. The other man shook his head and stepped back to make way for the captain
"Come on then, I think Mrs. Peters should have seen enough by now."

Jack stepped in and eyed his surroundings; it had been a while but Ianto's flat was practically unchanged except for a few stylish additions.
"Who is Mrs Peters?"
"An elderly woman with way too much time."
"Ianto, is there something you wanna tell me?"
"Yeah, during your absence I've developed a craving for little old ladies. Shame, I was going to tell you at dinner but now it's out. Blimeys what other dark secrets are you going to uncover tonight?"
"Oh, does that mean I've gotta wear a wig and a dress to get you excited?"
"Yep. Wig, petticoat, hat and false teeth." Ianto laughed "Now come in, it's freezing!"

Jack followed the young man who signalled him to sit on the couch.
"Make yourself comfortable."
"You sure?"
Ianto couldn't help a laugh, unbelievable! But judging from Jack's body language he probably wasn't joking.
"Not too much." he winked at the other man "Just sit down for now and relax a little while I'm getting dressed. Then we'll have our date; you can get as comfortable as you like if it goes well and..." Ianto edged closer and braced himself on his arms, trapping his captain between him and the couch and kissed the tense captain on his right temple "if it goes really well I might join you afterwards, deal?"
Jack's Adam’s apple made a little jump when he gulped and Ianto couldn’t hide a predatory grin.
Winding Jack up was fun; strange that he never realized it before. He was practically undressing Ianto with his eyes but otherwise he was on his best behaviour. Jack nodded and Ianto rewarded him with a fond kiss on his lips before he straightened himself and padded over into his bedroom.

Thankfully he had laid his outfit out onto his bed as soon as he came home.
Ianto was standing with his back to the door when he heard a rustling noise at the threshold.
He slowly bent down and deliberately took his time to pull the trousers over his hips; the gasp this movement earned him seemed to prove him right. Winding Jack up was more than fun.
"Enjoying the show?"
Jack’s reply was breathy "Yeah."
"What do you enjoy more: watching me dress or undress?"
Ianto sighed contently when Jack arms found their way around his waist.
"Mmmmhh." Jack's thoughtful growl went right into Ianto's core and he pressed tiny kisses into his shoulder blades. "As much as I've been dying to see you in all your glory" his hands started to roam over the younger man's chest while he growled lowly into Ianto's hair "I can't wait to see you in that shirt."
The young man smiled "So you like it? I had to buy a new one because your favourite shirt got destroyed by an alien-blob incident."
A rumble went through Jack’s chest when he chuckled and continued his ministrations on his neck.
“Alien-blob huh? We’ve go to talk about that later. But…” He let his lips wander up to that special spot behind Ianto’s ears murmuring hoarsely. ”Yeah, I like it very much.”
The young man sighed dramatically but Jack could practically hear his smile. “You realize I won’t be able to put it on if you continue this.”
He let out a low growl before he unwillingly stepped aside but didn’t break contact with Ianto’s body.
“We don’t wanna have that, do we?”
Jack picked the shirt up and gave Ianto an appreciative growl when he held it out in front of him.
“You really like this colour, don’t you?”
“Depends.” Ianto had just got his arms through the sleeves when Jack turned him around to face the closet mirror. One by one he buttoned up Ianto’s shirt while he lavished his throat with butterfly kisses. “You look simply irresistible in this colour.”
Ianto hummed his contentment and smiled at him through the mirror “Shame, this means no red at work then.”
Jack pouted “Why?”
“Because we would never get any work done.”
“I won’t work if you don’t wear at least something red.”
“Hey, that’s blackmailing.”
“Nah, it’s rather justified working conditions for my favourite man in suits.”
“Justified?”
“Yeah, it helps to create a relaxed working atmosphere.”
“I don’t really see the correlations between my outfit and working atmosphere.”
“Apparently; that’s why I’m telling you to wear it.”
“Alright.” Oh that grin couldn’t mean any good.
“But…” Damn he knew it! “Red shirt means I’m out of bounds during work hours.”
Jack’s breath had stopped for a second at his announcement but he didn’t reply. Instead he seemed to put all his attention back to Ianto’s shirt. Jack was still standing behind him but Ianto could see that gleam in his eyes through the mirror when he straightened his collar.
“You are playing tough my boy” his eyes gazed at him intently through the reflection “…but I’ll try to respect your conditions.”
“Without even one complaint?”
“Well, you said work hours, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s deal then but…” Jack paused a moment to press himself closer against the younger man.
“…you’ll have to bear with the resulting consequences. Understood?”
Both men were now grinning broadly at themselves in the mirror like Cheshire cats.
“Yes Sir.”
“You look gorgeous.” Ianto turned around and threw his arms around Jack’s neck.
“And you realize that this is not the usual way to start a date?”
“Yeah…” Jack traced Ianto’s jaw-line with his nose “…but it should be.”
“You booked the table for half past seven right? We’ve still got fifty minutes until then.”
“Oooh, I think we’ll find a way to occupy us.”
“What, after all your efforts to get me dressed?”
Jack smiled at him “You’re right” and kissed Ianto’s forehead “Actually I’m quite content with this position.”
“You want to hug me for the next fifty minutes?”
“…Naah!” Jack brought their faces so close together that their lips were almost touching.
“I intend to snog the senses out of you.”
Their lips met for a slow and indulgent kiss; Ianto grinned when they parted for air
“I think I like this plan.”