wanda1969

Title: "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: Perhaps the last of the introspective, wordy chapters.

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

Chapter 11

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Ianto’s eyes flickered open. His head rested on Jack’s chest, and he could feel strong fingers cradling his head, threaded though his short hair. Jack’s other hand was laid gently on the arm that Ianto had draped across his belly. He allowed himself a smile as he thought of the night before.

The evening had been perfect, from dinner and the endearingly awkward way that Jack had asked him out, to the movie where they’d sat in the darkness, holding hands like they were both teenagers. By the time that Jack had asked him back to his flat at the end of the night, any doubts or misgivings about any kind of relationship with a man had completely disappeared, and he’d agreed willingly.

How either of them had managed to restrain themselves on the short tube journey, he’d never know- but they had. As soon as they got into the lift in Jack’s building, though, any pretence at restraint had soon been swept away, and they’d kissed, only breaking apart when the lift doors opened with a quiet ‘ping’. Jack had fished around in his coat pocket with one hand to find his keys while pulling Ianto towards his flat with the other.

Once inside, they’d kissed and stumbled towards the bedroom, fumbling with clothes which were hastily discarded as they fell onto the bed.

So this was where he found himself- head happily leant against that firm, smooth chest and he knew that whatever was going on felt right. Sex with a man, or at least this man, felt completely natural. Not that they’d actually had sex- not penetrative sex, anyway. Ianto wasn’t inexperienced; some of his girlfriends had been more than happy to indulge in quite a few more interesting activities. He assumed that Jack was taking things slowly and wondered if he had fixed views about who was going to be the one on ‘top’, for want of a better word. Ianto realised that he probably didn’t mind either way.

With a moan, he remembered they were back at work later today and he lifted his head to look for the clock he was sure he’d seen the night before on the bedside table next to Jack. Almost quarter past ten.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Jack said with a yawn, disturbed from sleep by the movement of the young man’s head.

“Gorgeous?” Ianto wrinkled his brow, even though he was flattered by the comment, and turned to look at Jack. He’d never really thought of men calling each other ‘gorgeous’, unless they were some kind of camp character in a sitcom or soap.

Jack didn’t say anything straight away, just laid his lips against the Welshman’s temple for a few moments.

“Mmm, yeah.” He mumbled eventually. “You don’t actually know how gorgeous you are, do you?”

Ianto could feel the smile on the other man’s lips as he spoke.

“That’s just... silly. Anyway, you do remember we’ve got to get to work today, don’t you?”

“God, did you have to remind me...?” Jack gave a theatrical huff. “What time is it?”

“About quarter past ten.”

“Well- I guess we’d better make the most of our time then,” Jack chuckled and trailed his fingers along Ianto’s arm to his shoulder, and then neck, before tilting the young man’s chin upwards so that their lips touched.

***

It was mid afternoon when Jack dropped Ianto off at his flat, leaving them both a few hours to change and collect their luggage for the flight before they set off for Heathrow.

Ianto, with a certain amount of both foresight and wishful thinking, had already packed; after his second shower of the day, he set the alarm on his mobile and lay down on the sofa, mulling over the events of his week off work- so much seemed to have changed in the last seven days. Half of him was as thrilled as he was when he’d met first girlfriend; the other half of him could only think about what he’d got himself into.

***

Toshiko Sato looked over at Ianto as he busied himself with the coffee machine and the dinner orders from the first class compartment of the ‘plane. He seemed altogether more cheery this shift- not that he wasn’t usually cheery, but today he seemed to have a spring in his step and she swore that she could hear him quietly humming away to himself, lost in thought.

Martha and Gwen collected the drinks orders for their customers in so-called second class, and carried them out of the galley, leaving Tosh and the Welshman alone.

“Did you have a good week off, Ianto?”

Ianto looked up, not hearing the whole question. “Sorry, Tosh- what was that?”

“I just asked if you’d had a good week off?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah- just the usual. Housework, went out with friends... caught up on some sleep...”

For a millisecond, Ianto looked slightly, well, dreamy and stared past her into the distance, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah... the usual stuff. How about you, Tosh?” he looked at her.

Toshiko supposed that whatever he’d been doing was far from ‘the usual’, and determined to find out exactly what that was. If her suspicions were correct, Ianto Jones had the air of a man who’d had a very good weekend, indeed. Like a man who’d just met someone... or been on a date, maybe.

“Pretty much the same. But add in messing about with the computer, too. We should catch up- maybe get a coffee or a drink at the hotel when we get in?”

“Yeah. That sounds good- we’ll sort it out, Tosh. I could do with winding down before I get some sleep.” Ianto poured out the two coffees- the first, and freshest, drinks from the pot- into two large mugs sitting on a tray.

“I’ll give you a shout when we land,” Tosh smiled.

“You do that. I’d best get these up to the cabin before we have an ‘incident’- you know what those two are like without their hit.” He said as he left the galley.

Tosh was really looking forward to meeting up with Ianto, sure that there was something behind his happy but preoccupied behaviour.

***

“So, are you going to tell me what’s got you sitting there like the cat that got the cream? We’ve got over 12 hours left at this, and I’m not sure I can put up with you just sitting there grinning away to yourself like some kind of nutcase,” Owen groused.

“Just a very welcome bit of time off... and you?”

“Went out, got drunk, got laid... what I usually do, when I’m off work. But if you think this is distracting me from sitting here wondering why you look like a love sick teenager, you’re sadly mistaken. ”

“Mmm- got laid? Do I assume that this was Gwen- or someone else?” Jack said quickly, diverting the conversation away from him and the last week off work.

“Ok it was Gwen.”

“On her days off? How about Rhys? Doesn’t he suspect anything?”

“She told him that the shift was starting a couple of days early...” Owen admitted.

“Is it serious between you two, or is she still determined to actually getting married to him?”

“It’s not serious from my point of view. Apparently Rhys doesn’t ‘understand the job’, but the engagement’s still on... anyway, you’ve still not answered the question of why you’ve been grinning like a loony since you started work today.”

“Right, Owen. Yes- I’ve had a very good weekend. But it’s early days yet. If it looks like it’s working out, you’ll be the first to know. ”

“Knew it! You look like a man who’s been shagged senseless. So... female, male, Torchwood, non-Torchwood, divorced, separated or single??”

“Like I said... early days, Owen. But I’d sorta like this to work out, and, until then, my lips are sealed.” Jack said with a wink and a smile.

“Interesting- I’ll look forward to the details. So, I guess Tea boy’s off the hook, then? At least for now,” Owen laughed.

“Very funny, Owen.”

***

Ianto was relieved when the ‘plane set down, yet again, in Malaysia. The flight hadn’t been particularly difficult, but he acknowledged that perhaps he hadn’t had the most restful of nights, not that he was going to be complaining about that...

He’d hoped that Tosh had forgotten her invitation for a drink at the hotel, but she gravitated towards him as they all gathered near the exit before leaving the aircraft.

“So, Ianto, are you still up for that ‘wind-down’ drink?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. When?”

“Well, what do you say we check in, drop the luggage off at Reception, and someone can take it up while we’re having a drink?”

“OK.”

As Toshiko fiddled with the handle of her suitcase, she didn’t notice Ianto’s eyes flicker towards a disappointed looking Jack.

***

“So, what’ve you been up to?” Ianto asked as he knocked back a good quarter of his gin and tonic. In it was a large dash of Angostura (none of it poured away), but he was loathe to call it a ‘pink gin’.

“Like I said- quite a bit of work on the computer, laundry... The good thing is that my cousin’s studying at Imperial, so I met up with them. I’ve not seen her for a couple of years. We went out to a sushi bar where she happily told the Indonesian chef, in no uncertain terms, that he wouldn’t even be allowed to operate in Nagasaki. I’ll never be allowed back there again, and whatever she says, that place isn’t too bad at all...It’s one of the better ones over here.”

Ianto laughed. “A good meal then- she sounds ... feisty?”

“My uncle blames it on that ‘Western education’ she had!” she said jokingly. “It wasn’t like that in Japan when I was a child...”

“Mmm... The ‘modern’ ways creep in...”

“You’re right there- you wouldn’t believe how Japan’s changed in the last few years. When I started going back there, you never complained about anything unless it was... serious” she waved her hands in the air and then grabbed her Rum Sour and took a gulp.

Ianto nodded. “Ahh! The youth of today...”

“It’s not going to go back...” she sighed. “Anyway, you’re looking happy. If I didn’t know better- because I thought you might tell me if you were... I’d say...” Tosh paused dramatically, “...that you were seeing someone... You’ve been humming in the galley, you know.”

“Oh...” Ianto’s cheeks reddened a little and he gave a nervous laugh. “Look, Tosh. I’d prefer that you didn’t talk about this with the rest of the crew, but, yes, I’ve started seeing someone- I don’t know where it’s going. But it’s good- so far. It’s new. And complicated.” He gave her an apologetic smile.

“Ooh, very interesting... but I’m worried about the ‘complicated’ part.”

“Doesn’t matter- it’s not a ‘bad’ complicated. I’m not saying another thing, Tosh. Let’s just see where this goes, eh? And if it does go anywhere, you’re on my list of people who ought to know about it, OK?”

“Alright, alright...”

The conversation turned to the rest of the crew. Whatever impression outsiders had about the airline industry, probably gleaned from TV movies and ‘70s and ‘80s miniseries, there was very little gossip at Torchwood. Ianto’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about how he and Jack would probably be the main gossip at the airline, if not the whole of Heathrow, if it became common knowledge that they’d slept together. As it was, he and Jack weren’t the main subject of discussion for the other members of the team; that honour fell to Owen and Gwen.

“...and they arrived at the same time today. I just wonder what she says to her boyfriend...” The Welshman succeeded in disguising his relief that he and Jack had managed to avoid arriving at work together.

It was unusual for Tosh to indulge in gossip, but not long after he’d met her, Ianto had figured out that she had what could only be described as a crush on the co-pilot. He didn’t understand her fascination with the man. He counted him as a friend and had seen through his acerbic and sometimes downright rude comments, but couldn’t for the life of him comprehend Owen’s success with women.

“It’s probably easy- you’d just say you were starting work a day early, I suppose,” Ianto suggested. “What I don’t get is what Gwen sees in him- I don’t get what you see in him, Tosh.”

Toshiko avoided his eyes. “... He’s not really like that... you know his fiancée died? I think he’s still just in denial. I don’t think he ever got over her.”

“Yeah, I know... but we all have to get over these things. It’s hard, but I’ve talked with Owen. It’s five or six years now, and all he’s doing is just shagging and drinking while he’s still mourning instead of looking out there and seeing there’s so much more...”

As Ianto spoke he knew that Tosh was attracted to Owen more than she’d ever admit. He changed the subject back to more mundane matters and a few drinks later, they were talking about whether David Cameron and Nick Clegg were the result of a ‘Body Snatchers’ style invasion or whether endless talent programmes and celebrity TV would be the death of television as they knew it.

***

To Be Continued...