"Come Fly With Me" Chapter 9
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wanda1969Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating: PG this chapter? Mentions of sex.
Spoilers/Disclaimers : Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters- I own nothing here, nor do I make any money! So please don't prosecute!
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the glamorous world of international travel! Fluffy, romantic and cheesy in the extreme, I suspect!
A/N: Only slight mentions of sex, lots of introspection. Thank you to those of you who’ve commented (I’m not a member of FB, so haven’t responded to comments from there)! PS- I don’t even know if there's an Odeon near Northfields tube.
Chapter List: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.html
“Come Fly With Me” Chapter 9
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Ianto collapsed heavily onto the couch. He’d just said goodbye to Jack after a weekend which was proving to be both one of the most enjoyable weekends he’d ever had, and one of the most confusing. For a start, he’d woken up in bed with a very naked Jack Harkness. He probably should have drawn a line under the whole event there and then, but he hadn’t. After the initial shock as he journeyed towards wakefulness, he found that he had no desire to do any such thing. Instead, he’d taken one look (well, maybe two looks) at the other man in his bed and decided that he really didn’t have any regrets about the night at all. So much so, that he’d forgotten about the coffee he’d put on; some hours later and, yes, the coffee was spoiled- but that hadn’t seemed to matter to either of them.
Sometime after coffee, and before dinner, Ianto had washed and quickly popped out to the corner shop for supplies while Jack showered. He returned with croissants, bread, cheese, butter, a couple of beers and a bottle of wine, to find Jack getting dressed. Ianto offered him a tee shirt, bemoaning the fact that it would be a crime to crease, even more, the dark blue shirt he’d admired so much the night before. Jack accepted enthusiastically saying it smelled just like Ianto, even though they both knew it was fresh from the chest of drawers in the bedroom.
Dinner turned out to be a Vietnamese takeaway and they’d eaten it sitting on the sofa, bad Saturday night TV on in the background, a bottle of Soave on the coffee table. They’d finished the food and had a glass of wine, when Jack’s arm had found its way around his shoulders, pulling Ianto towards him until he was resting against his side. It wasn’t long before they were kissing- if you’d asked Ianto who started it he wouldn’t be able to tell you; all he knew was that, in less than twenty four hours, neither he nor Jack seemed to be unable to be in such close contact without kissing, without hands roaming and stroking. They’d ended up back in bed not long after.
On Sunday morning they had a breakfast of coffee and croissants in bed while “Something for the Weekend” was on the bedroom TV in the background. The TV had soon become boring when faced with Jack, sitting there next to him...
Jack finally left just after lunchtime, kissing him goodbye at the front door of his flat.
“Thanks for letting me stay...” Jack had said as he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, hands still resting on the other man’s waist.
“No problem. I’m glad you stayed,” Ianto replied, unsure of what else to say.
Jack had swooped in for another of those kisses- the ones that Ianto had discovered left him bedazzled and slightly bewildered at the same time.
“I... Can I call you?”
“Oh... ‘course you can, Jack. Yes.”
With a final press of lips to Ianto’s forehead, Jack turned and looked over his shoulder
“’Bye, Ianto.”
“See you.”
***
And that was where Ianto found himself now- sitting on the sofa, beer in hand while he tried to process the events of the last few days.
God! He was also almost regretting the fact that Jack wasn’t there- at least with Jack there he’d probably have a distraction from thinking about the weekend. Without Jack there, he now had to deal with all of this. When the pilot had been here he hadn’t really had to think about anything too deeply, just go with the flow.
He wasn’t sure where to start. Firstly, it was quite obvious to him that he was attracted to the man- you didn’t get into a situation like this without some kind of attraction.
Secondly, Jack was a man. A gorgeous, good looking man. Ianto took a drink of his (far too early in the day) beer and slapped his spare hand to his forehead. He wasn’t gay- he was sure it was only Jack that he felt this way about. He wracked his mind, and thought of George Clooney, Keanu Reeves, Daniel Craig... No, he could appreciate they were all good looking men, but none of them elicited the feelings in him that Jack did. He quickly turned his thoughts to Keira Knightly and found that, yes, she was a damned attractive woman, and, yes, he wouldn’t say no given half the chance.
His next thought was did it matter that Jack was a man? He concluded that, no, it didn’t matter, or at least it shouldn’t- but that was still something he didn’t really want to shout from the rooftops.
Jack had been adamant that this wasn’t an “everyday occurrence”, but how true was that? The man was more or less the poster boy for Torchwood, and surely wasn’t short of offers. Thought number four was that, in the time that he’d known Jack the man had been flirtatious- with anything and anyone that moved- but he’d never seen even the vaguest hint that he acted on that at all. Unless you counted this weekend. Ianto smiled to himself involuntarily at the thought.
Ianto’s calculating mind rapidly performed a mental audit of the pros and cons of the man himself:
PROs-
He was gorgeous, stunningly attractive even.
He had those sparkly deep blue eyes and a smile that made you think you were the only person in the room...
He’s fun to be with.
He’s interesting and intelligent.
Attentive.
Sexy.
One hell of a guy to sleep with......
A good friend.
CONS-
He’s a man.
We’re colleagues.
A good friend.
He’s the pilot...
And I’m not gay.
He decided that the pros list outweighed the cons list, especially when he cancelled out the duplicate entry in both lists: “a good friend”
***
Jack’s eyes strayed to the mobile ‘phone on the coffee table, and for the umpteenth time in the last two days he thought about calling Ianto. True, the Welshman had smiled and nodded a ‘yes’ as Jack had left his flat on Sunday asking if he could call him, but he didn’t want to seem too much like a crazed stalker or ‘shag from hell’.
He’d just had what he considered to be one of the best weekends of his life- if not the best weekend. He had never expected that Ianto would be such an enthusiastic lover- he’d never even expected for his friendship with the young man to get that far, however much he’d been attracted to him. But Ianto was taking everything remarkably well. At first Jack had assumed that the enthusiasm was purely caused by those beers at the Comedy Store and a few glasses of wine, but after an initial amount of embarrassment and confusion, Ianto had seemed to embrace the whole concept of sleeping with a man. Not that they’d done anything too serious- just a couple of blow jobs and some incredibly ‘heavy petting’.
But more than the sex, Jack was beginning to miss just being with Ianto. When they were working the two men would see each other regularly over several days. The pilot knew that in the airline industry it was often the case that you could spend more time with your colleagues than family and friends, and he’d got used to the Welshman being around, bringing him coffee, going out for drinks or the odd meal. Even sightseeing on their stopovers.
Another thing that was worrying Jack was that he didn’t really want their first meeting after the weekend to be back at work- that could only be awkward.
He let out a large breath, picked up the ‘phone and dialled Ianto’s number.
***
Ianto was lying on his sofa contemplating opening up the jar of tomato, basil and mascarpone sauce that he’d seen in the kitchen cupboard, and boiling up some spaghetti, when his mobile rang. He glanced at the screen- it was Jack. He let the ‘phone ring a few more times before answering.
“Hi Jack.”
“Ianto. I was just phoning up to see how you were...” Realising that that probably wasn’t his best opening line- it almost implied Ianto wouldn’t be alright- Jack quickly continued as cheerily as he could, “And I was missing those lovely Welsh vowels.”
Ianto laughed. “I’m fine. Getting a bit bored of that hoovering, and tidying up. I was just going to put some pasta on.”
“Sorry- I’m interrupting your dinner.”
“It’s only spaghetti, Jack. And I’ve not even started it yet.”
“It’s microwaveable lasagne for me... Anyway, talking about dinner... I was wondering if, you know... perhaps dinner, a movie...”
Ianto paused. “Is this... are you asking me out on a date?”
“Well... yeah- I am. So...?”
Over the past few days Ianto had seen a different side to Jack. Not the usual, flirtatious man who had always looked so self-assured; he was more uncertain, more unsure of himself.
“Yeah...” he said quietly, then louder, more assertive: “Yes.”
“I was thinking- how about tomorrow?”
“It’s work the next day...”
“I know- but how about somewhere local? There’s a great little bistro near Northfileds tube, not too formal, and not too far out of the way for either of us, cinema round the corner... and anyway, we only have to be at Heathrow by Thursday evening.”
Ianto considered the proposition. “Yeah, OK- that’d be great, Jack. What time do you want to meet?”
“How about at six at the Tube?”
“That’s great.”
“OK- I’ll see you there. Dinner first, movie later? What do you think? You’d better have a look at the listings and see what you fancy.”
“Sounds good to me- I’ll have a look.”
“Right. See you at six, then?”
“Six it is.”
“See you then- ‘bye, Ianto.”
“’Bye, Jack.”
As he shut his ‘phone to, Ianto let out the breath he seemed to have been holding for the entire conversation.
***
“Well,” Jack thought, as he flipped ‘phone his ‘phone shut. “He took that well...”
He’d dreaded that Ianto would make some excuse, happy to forget Friday night, Saturday and Sunday morning, but he’d easily seen through Jack’s less than articulate attempt to ask him out, and accepted.
***
The Welshman lay back down on the couch. He’d just agreed to a date with Jack. Part of him wondered what on Earth he was agreeing to. The other part couldn’t wait to see the pilot again.
***
The next day Ianto spent his time packing his case for the next shift and intermittently wondering what he should wear later today for his ‘date’ with Jack (he still couldn’t stop thinking of a date with Jack without putting it in inverted commas).
Unfortunately all of this time alone only served to provide Ianto with more time to consider the evening ahead. When he’d answered the ‘phone yesterday he had been ready to hear the familiar American voice apologise, perhaps say that the weekend had been a mistake they both ought to forget about. That was until Jack asked him out for “...dinner, a movie...” The more time he did think about ‘the date’, the more he wondered what was happening, what Jack’s expectations were. The pilot was older, more experienced; even if he said he wasn’t actually gay, he’d clearly slept with men before...
He returned his thoughts to questions of what to wear and he remembered Jack’s description of the bistro: “not too formal”. He decided on a long sleeved, high vee-necked, burgundy tee shirt and comfortable but slightly more dressy, mid-blue jeans- ideal for a trip to the cinema. He checked the time- 4 o’clock- and hurriedly looked at the Norwood Odeon’s listings on the internet before going to shower.
***
To Be Continued...
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Date: 2010-10-23 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-23 01:33 pm (UTC)I just adore this fic!!
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Date: 2010-10-23 02:16 pm (UTC)And thanks!!
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Date: 2010-10-23 03:04 pm (UTC)I like that Ianto's still a bit bewildered but not really worried. He's adjusting to a situation that must be very strange to him as it's not something he's ever thought about before
Looking forward to seeing how their first official date goes! =)
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Date: 2010-10-23 03:29 pm (UTC)I always thought that Ianto was never really given enough credit for adjusting to a lot of things!
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Date: 2010-10-23 04:08 pm (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2010-10-24 12:19 am (UTC)And I know I've said this before but I really like Ianto's measured approach to things. I also really like the way that Jack and Ianto are both so worried about what the other is going to say. Love the way both of them are worried the other will regret the weekend.
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Date: 2010-10-24 05:59 am (UTC)Thanks!
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