Fic- Jones Ianto Jones

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Title: Jones Ianto Jones

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG.

Spoilers: Fragments
Summary: Jack considers his new employee.

 Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

Jones. Ianto Jones. Jack grinned. Hot boy with a James Bond complex. Nice. Jack watched Jones, Ianto Jones as he fiddled with the coffee machine. He was bent over slightly as he tried to get the old thing to work. The position made his suit trousers hug his ass tight. Jack leaned against the wall and enjoyed the view.

Now that Ianto was actually working for Jack, his bold and brazen attitude has disappeared and he was quiet, steadfastly getting on with his work. He was trying not to be noticed. Jack cocked his head as he considered that. Jones, Ianto Jones, who’d tried so hard to get Jack to notice him. He’d flirted shamelessly before but now he avoided eye contact with everybody and kept his head down.

Jack considered him. He was young. Twenty four. And he had a good, tight ass. He was gorgeous, that slim body and that sculptured face and those blue-grey eyes. Jack’s mind kept wandering back to yesterday, having that slim body warm on top of him. They’d laughed together, rolling over on that concrete floor and Jack had felt light.

That moment stood out in his brain: the big smile on Ianto’s face; the way their bodies had jerked with laughter; the way they’d gazed into each other’s eyes; that almost kiss. He’d invited Ianto to make that move. He’d laid himself open to the kiss, nuzzled into Ianto and waited for him to make that move. He could still feel the shadow of Ianto’s nose against his lips, and the echo of his body pressed against him. But then Ianto had pulled away and that delicious feeling in Jack of lightness had disappeared.

Jack wanted that feeling back. It felt like such as long time since he’d had that sort of spark with anyone. And all Jack wanted to do was be around this hot young boy and feel that spark all the time.

When Suzie, Tosh and Owen headed off, Ianto stayed back and cleaned up. He didn’t seem in any rush to leave. Jack headed over to him.

“Well? How was your first day then?” he asked, conversationally, leaning against Owen’s desk as Ianto attempted to demolish the piles of rubbish which had gone unattended to for so long.

“Fine, thank you Sir.”

Jack grinned, deliberately flashing his perfect teeth at Ianto. “Well you did good.”

Ianto frowned. “I didn’t do anything. Just made coffee. It’s not that hard.”

Jack reached out to where Ianto’s hand rested on the desk. “Making coffee that good seems to be a rare skill,” he said, still grinning. He trailed his thumb across the back of Ianto’s hand. He wanted that kiss. He needed that kiss.

Ianto’s fingers twitched as Jack stroked his hand but he didn’t move it out of the way, which Jack took to be an encouraging sign. But he didn’t meet Jack’s eyes either. Instead, he stared right at Owen’s latest pizza box, containing a half-eaten Meat Feast.

“It’s a new brand,” he said, referring to the coffee. “Columbian. Organic. Proper stuff. They don’t sell it in supermarkets. I get it from a speciality shop.” His voice was wooden.

Jack focused on Ianto’s mouth, watching the way his tongue flicked out nervously to lick his lips.

“Uh huh. Expensive?”

“It’s worth it.”

“Agreed! Hey, how about I give you a bit extra in your pay packet to pay for the coffee. Can’t have you going hungry just to get me fantastic coffee!”

Ianto gave a rather plastic smile, not like the one in the warehouse last night. “Thank you, Sir.”

Jack bit his lip, finding himself a little nervous. That wasn’t right. Captain Jack Harkness never got nervous.

“I…er…I’m really glad to have you here, Ianto.”

Ianto’s eyes flicked to him and Jack held the gaze, not letting Ianto look away. Ianto swallowed hard, his eyes on Jack’s.

“I…really appreciate you giving me this opportunity, Sir,” he said thickly.

Jack gave a soft smile. “I’m really glad to have you here, Ianto,” he whispered, then leaned forward.

He closed in on Ianto, the wonderfully clean smell of him filling his nostrils and warming him inside. He could feel Ianto’s heavy breath on his face, drying his lips. Licking them to wet them, he aimed for Ianto’s lips, still holding Ianto’s hand firmly. His other hand slipped to Ianto’s cheek and he was so close he could feel the heat from inside his mouth.

Suddenly, Ianto tensed. He held himself stiffly in Jack’s embrace and Jack could feel him fighting the trembling of his body.

“I was thinking that the archives could do with some organisation, Sir,” he said, softly. He swallowed again and appeared to be fighting his own will.

Jack sighed. But he didn’t pull back. He didn’t want to pull himself away from that steady presence which set a flame inside him. He was still hoping for a kiss.

“Tomorrow will do,” he said softly. “It’s a good project. Things haven’t been in a good order down there for as long as I’ve been here.

Ianto dragged himself two steps backwards. “No, I’ll make a start now,” he said. “No time like the present.”

Jack looked at him. “Maybe you should go home and get a good night’s sleep. First days are always tiring.”

“No, I’m fine, thank you, Sir. I’ll just do a little more work first.” He smiled his plastic smile again. “I’ll make you another coffee before I go, okay?”

Jack’s chest began to ache and he wasn’t sure why. Ianto was coolly confident but he seemed so lost at the same time. A lost little boy, frightened and alone. Jack wanted to wrap him in his arms and look after him. He wanted to tell him all his secrets and hear all Ianto’s in whispers in the dark of his bedroom.

Instead, he made himself smile, trying to reassure his lost boy. “Yeah, thanks, Jones Ianto Jones.”

There was a flicker in Ianto’s eyes and for a moment, the smile almost seemed real. But then it all turned plastic again and Ianto was hurrying away and down to the archives.

Jack returned to his office, sighing and slouching down in his chair. He knew. That lost boy could soothe Jack’s loneliness and that was all Jack wanted. He wanted to hold Ianto in his arms and give him pleasure, help him find whatever was lost, help him be happy. He wanted to save his lost boy. But who was he? Jones Ianto Jones. Who was that lost boy? Would he let Jack find him? Save him?

“Jones Ianto Jones,” Jack rolled the name around on his tongue, like a talisman, keeping the light there and the dark far away. Maybe the lost boy was there to save him, maybe they were supposed to save each other. Jack held his own hand, giving himself the echo of Ianto’s hand there.

He whispered to himself over and over into the quiet hum of the hub. “Jones Ianto Jones. Ianto Jones.”