Fic: Dancing

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Title: Dancing
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Teen- sexual references  
Spoilers: Something Borrowed
Summary: Set after Something Borrowed. Ianto returns, slightly drunk to the hub after the wedding.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Just a short piece. Comments/criticism welcome.

 

 

  

Ianto Jones entered the hub to the sound of music. It was a slow song, one which he didn’t recognise. Ianto frowned. Seeing Jack’s mood earlier, he’d expected to find him brooding in his office. But no.

Ianto conceded he was slightly drunk but he was sure he could see Jack sauntering towards him in time to the music holding out his hand, and with a rose in his mouth.

Ianto burst out laughing. “Jack, what are you doing?”

Jack grinned and took the rose out of his mouth, holding it out to Ianto. “I’m asking you to dance. And since you were drunk enough to dance with me in front of everyone at the wedding, I’m guessing you’re going to say ‘yes’.”

Ianto took the rose. He still couldn’t stop laughing. Jack grabbed his hand and pulled him close. They were in the hub, dancing.

Jack’s arm went around his waist and his other hand held Ianto’s on his chest, just like at the wedding. Ianto dropped the rose. It wasn’t important. He was here dancing in Jack’s arm and nothing else mattered.

“I’m sorry, Ianto,” Jack whispered.

Ianto dragged himself away from the mindless feeling of being held by Jack and tried to focus on what Jack was saying. Maybe Jack was right; he was drunk.

Jack had said something and he was waiting for a response. Ianto pulled away just enough to see Jack’s face and peered at him.

“What?”

Jack smiled. “You are drunk.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear because of the buzzing.”

“What buzzing?”

“In my ears,” Ianto said, as if this was obvious.

Jack touched his face for a moment, then rested his chin on Ianto’s shoulder and continued to sway.

“I said ‘I’m sorry’. About today. I know I didn’t pay you much attention.”

“I don’t need much attention. Just an insy weesy bit.”

“I can’t…explain to you what was going on in my head today but…I’m not…I’m not using you, Ianto. I…I don’t know what this is between us, Ianto, but it is important.”

“Uh huh,” Ianto murmured. He knew Jack was talking and he knew it was important and he understood. But he couldn’t have repeated any of what Jack said.

“Ianto, are you listening?”

Ianto pulled away and looked at Jack. Jack’s face seemed to wobble in front of him.

“Take me to bed, Jack.”

“Bed?”

“Yeah,” Ianto drawled. “I want to have sex.”

Jack laughed. “Okay.” He tapped his wrist strap and the music stopped.

A supportive arm around his waist, Jack led Ianto him into his quarters and into bed.