wanda1969

Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating: PG- I don't think there's anything dodgy in here- at least not yet.

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: Right- here goes. I don’t actually write smut (and I’d still say this chapter was PG?)- despite owning far too many ‘dodgy books and DVDs’ and people I know believing me to be one of the smuttiest people they’ve met. So I’d be interested to see what readers think of this chapter (suggestions welcome!)- I had planned a very smutty chapter next, but I’m not really sure I’ll be able to pull it off! It’s also quite a short chapter, as it seemed like the right point to end it.

Chapter List: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.html

“Come Fly With Me” Chapter 7

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Jack took Ianto up on his offer of a place to wait in the face of increasing chilly rain and the fact that there seemed to be no hope of a taxi for at least an hour.

Ianto’s flat was on the second floor of a Victorian terraced house, about five minutes’ walk from the station. As Ianto hung up their coats and switched on the lamps in the sitting room, Jack noticed that, although the flat was ‘lived in’ there was both a complete absence of personal items, and a definite lack of feminine influences or knick-knacks. He guessed that Lisa had taken most of her personal belongings with her, and Ianto had probably removed the rest.

Jack pressed redial on his ‘phone and tried his taxi firm again, only to be greeted by the engaged tone once more. He sighed again.

Ianto stood in his kitchen doorway, his hair still a little damp from the walk. “Sit down, Jack. Do you want a drink? I can put coffee on, if you don’t mind the caffeine at this time of night. Otherwise it’s a beer, or I’ve got a bottle of Chablis in the ‘fridge.”

Jack looked slightly awkward. “You could be right about the coffee- is the Chablis open?”

“No. But it can be- no problem. Sit down”

Jack quickly walked slowly around the sitting room, taking in the contents of the bookshelves. He found it hard to get a handle on the young man; there was everything from Ian Fleming to Bertrand Russell (part of Ianto’s degree, he wondered), Agatha Christie to Michael Moore, and a large number of reference books.

The CD collection told a similar story, as did the shelves filled with DVDs. The man certainly had catholic tastes.

He reluctantly sat down on the sofa and a moment later, Ianto arrived with the uncorked bottle of wine and two glasses and switched on the most innocuous radio station he could think of.

Flopping onto the opposite end of the couch, Ianto filled the glasses and handed one to Jack. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” Jack took a drink and looked at his watch.

“Look you can try again in half of an hour or so. Perhaps some taxis’ll be around by then?”

In the meantime, the two men just talked.

“...and you’ve really got to thank your friends. I always meant to go to The Comedy Store, but it wasn’t really Lisa’s thing. She much preferred clubs, parties- that kind of stuff.” Ianto was saying.

Unbeknownst to Ianto, Jack was a little ill at ease- however much he was attracted to the other man, he felt awkward, almost as if he was taking advantage of the situation. Ianto looked so young, so relaxed that he was finding it hard to resist the urge to just reach over...

Jack looked at his wristwatch, again. It was now close to one in the morning, they were on their second glass of Chablis, and he really ought to make his move before he felt any more uncomfortable. His mobile was on the coffee table, right next to Ianto.

“Ianto, I don’t suppose you’ve got my ‘phone?” He said, deciding that asking Ianto to pass him the ‘phone was a far safer bet than just reaching over the other man to retrieve it.

“Yeah.” Ianto reached to and grabbed the ‘phone.

As Ianto handed him the ‘phone, his hand landed in Jack’s outstretched palm. The pilot’s hand felt soft but warm on the back of his, and Ianto found himself not pulling away, as the hand tightened a little around his, even as he was struggling to control the flurry of butterflies in his stomach. He looked down briefly at their hands, before returning his gaze to Jack’s very dark, but very blue, eyes. He felt slightly mesmerised as the older man gently lent forward and kissed him on the corner of the mouth.

Ianto tensed, as his heart beat speeded up and reality sank in.

The other man pulled away. “Look- I ought to go, Ianto. I’m sorry...” and hurriedly stood up.

Suddenly Ianto realised that the last six months had been leading up to this; perhaps he’d wanted this all along. If he thought the rest of the evening had felt like a date, the kiss had only cemented that idea. They’d been out together before... Had they been ‘dating’ all that time? If he let Jack leave now, he’d never know if he was right. Worse than that, Jack was, along with Toshiko, one of the crew that he actually considered a close friend, and he didn’t want to jeopardise that.

He quickly placed the ‘phone on the table and got to his feet and reached out catching Jack lightly by the wrist- and then he said the only thing he could think of. “Don’t leave...”

“I should go before I embarrass myself- and you- anymore. That was unforgiveable.”

Ianto still didn’t let go of his grip on Jack. “Look... I wanted you to kiss me.” He said quietly as he finally allowed his eyes to meet the pilot’s.

“You don’t have to do this- it wasn’t what tonight was about.” Jack sighed. “Ianto- you’re straight.”

“Let’s just say... I’m re-evaluating that...” He smiled at him, a little more confident as he realised that whatever Jack said, he wasn’t making any attempt to move away. Slowly he closed the gap between them and kissed Jack just as gently as he’d been kissed himself only moments ago.

After what appeared to be minutes, but Ianto knew must only have been a fraction of a second, Jack was kissing him back hungrily, and their arms were around each other.

It wasn’t how he’d ever imagined kissing a man to be- if he’d ever really thought about it at all. It was tender and gentle, but passionate and almost electrically charged, leaving him tingling from the contact. Suddenly there was little doubt in his mind that he was indeed attracted to the other man, and he’d been blindly refusing to acknowledge it.

As Jack moved his lips to his jaw line, Ianto’s head fell back. Jack took full advantage, lips moving over his Adam’s apple and the pale skin of his throat.

A murmur from the other man brought Jack to his senses and he pushed the other man away. “You do realise you’re irresistible? You’re making it very hard for me to behave professionally...”

“Professionally? For God’s sake- we’re not at work...” Grasping at the blue fabric of Jack’s shirt, he pulled him back pressing their mouths together, more insistent now, as he tried his best, despite his nervousness, to unbutton Jack’s shirt.

That was quite obviously the last straw and Jack caved, pulling the Welshman’s shirt from the waistband of his jean’s and allowing his hands to roam underneath. It reminded Ianto of the time that Jack had steadied him on the plane recently, but now those warm, strong hands were on him, burning directly into his skin.

Finally Ianto unfastened the last of Jack’s buttons. They broke apart for a moment as he pushed the fabric apart, taking in the sight of the smooth and toned chest in front of him as he rested his hands on the other man’s hips.

Jack just grinned and kissed him again as one of his hands made quick work of unbuttoning the purple shirt which he’d silently admired earlier in the evening. A hand stroked over his chest, not so accidentally brushing over a nipple, and Ianto realised that his jeans felt uncomfortably tight. He blushed slightly in embarrassment. The situation became less embarrassing as a possessive hand strayed to his buttock, pulling them even closer together, and he realised that Jack was in a very similar state.

“Come to bed?” Ianto implored. He hoped that Jack felt the same.

“We don’t have to...” Jack said softly, as his eyes searched the other man’s for any sign that Ianto wasn’t ready for this, but it seemed that the last couple of glasses of Chablis had made the young man determined.

“I don’t have to do anything. I want to...”

Ianto kissed him insistently, hungrily and Jack decided he liked the change in the other man. He didn’t mind at all as Ianto grabbed him by the hand and literally dragged him towards his bedroom.

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To Be Continued...