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: One night in KL...

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

Chapter 12

***

After the drinks with Tosh, Ianto had made his way to his hotel room for some sleep. On his own. A week ago, that was a detail that he wouldn’t have had any issues with; but now, lying in the large double bed alone with BBC World News, he was wishing that Jack was with him- for more reasons than the obvious one. Less obvious reason number one was that, even though he may have only spent three nights with the man, he already knew that he’d sleep better, more soundly, with those comforting but strong arms around him. Less obvious reason number two was that just Jack’s presence (and he wasn’t just thinking of sex here) would hopefully distract him from analysing the last seven days, and particularly the night before last when he’d been asked out by a man- and said yes. He was perfectly happy with his decision. The problem was that he’d had to come into work only a few short hours later only to have to see that very same man without having had time to come to terms with the change in their relationship, or even how any of this had happened. And, worst of all, whenever he’d seen Jack, all he could do was be reminded of just how much more amazing he looked without his uniform...

Ianto had just figured out how to put the TV on the timer to switch off, when his mobile alerted him to a message. He reached over to the bedside table for his ‘phone. It was Jack.

‘Breakfast tomorrow? 8.30?

J x’

Ianto quickly typed out his reply and placed the mobile back on the table.

‘I’ll look forward to it.

I x’

Only a minute or so later the mobile beeped again and he retrieved it once more.

‘See you then. Goodnight

J x’

His mouth curled into a smile as he texted and reset the alarm clock.

‘OK. Goodnight

I x’

Putting the mobile to one side yet again, he settled back into the pillows, oddly reassured, and before long he was fast asleep.

***

Ianto was just finishing getting dressed after a quick shower, when he heard a knock at the door. He knew it must be Jack and looked at his wristwatch; it was just after 8.30 in the morning.

He made his way to the door and opened it to find, as he expected, Jack Harkness framed in the doorway.

“Ianto- good morning,” he said cheerily, as he took in the sight of the other man, dressed casually in a plain T shirt and light coloured jeans.

“Hi there, I’m just finding some shoes... come in.” Ianto smiled and turned, walking to the main bedroom area. He heard the door close behind him and knew Jack was following him; this was confirmed when he felt fingers hooking into his back pocket, stopping him in his tracks on his way towards his suitcase. He twisted round and a hand settled on his waist.

“I missed you,” Jack said softly and the two men looked at each other. Before Ianto could even give himself a moment to reply he was being thoroughly kissed, and he wound an arm around him as he reached up with his other arm and combed his fingers through Jack’s hair.

The Welshman found himself pulling away a short time later, conscious of the need for both oxygen and breakfast. “I missed you, too,” he stated plainly as he stared at the pilot.

Jack stared back, a lopsided smile on his lips. “Good... I thought it was just me. You don’t even want to know the amount of self control it took to not to just come round to see you last night.”

“Mm... same here,” Ianto gave a laugh and placed his head against Jack’s shoulder. “I was getting the same way...” He eventually pushed Jack away. “But this isn’t getting us down to breakfast. And if you carry on like that, there’s no way we’re making it there before the buffet closes. And we’re sort of at work.”

The pout that Jack gave, accompanied by a theatrical groan, should have been childish, but instead it was endearingly appealing, with a hint of humour.

He released Ianto. “OK. You up for showing me how much you’ve missed me when we get back home then?”

“That sounds like a good plan. When we get back. But we’re definitely getting to breakfast now,” Ianto said, an eyebrow arched, as he moved to start to look through his case. Only seconds later he triumphantly brandished a pair of sneakers at the pilot as he sat down on the end of the bed and pushed his feet into them and hastily tied them up. He stood and managed to manoeuvre Jack out of his room and down to breakfast, with promises of dinner (and more) when they returned to the UK.

***

Owen and Gwen didn’t even make breakfast, but, one by one, the usual suspects arrived, and laid out their usual plans for yet more shopping. Polite refusals were given by Ianto and Jack with the excuse that they were going to have a walk round the Colonial Quarter, but they agreed to meet for drinks in the bar sometime after eight that evening.

***

Jack had been going to contact his old friend, Alex, to take him up on the offer of some authentic Malaysian home cooking, but the events of the last week or so had sidetracked him from making any kind of arrangements, so he and Ianto planned to do a bit of sightseeing, have a snack, followed by a siesta, and an early dinner followed by drinks back at the hotel.

They ate dinner at the same street-side stall where they’d first really talked when Ianto had originally joined the crew. He couldn’t help but see the romantic overtone from Jack; if they hadn’t been in a country with strict views about homosexuality, or he hadn’t felt that he’d see his work colleagues, out on an evening stroll, Ianto imagined he’d have been overwhelmed by the gesture enough to actually even hold hands with the other man. As it was, they ate the same meal they’d had all those months ago, talking easily, eyes constantly seeking the other’s out.

The food was even better than that first time they’d dined there, but Ianto thought that might have something to do with the fact that he was there with Jack under completely different circumstances now, rather than due to a change in chef, or ingredients. The meal finished, they relaxed with a couple of bottles of locally brewed Tiger beer and Ianto debated about telling Jack that Toshiko had (correctly) figured out that he was seeing someone. He concluded that it was likely to be the best idea, just in case she mentioned it to him later at the bar, and waited for a lull in the conversation.

“There’s something I ought to tell you- Toshiko knows I’m seeing someone.”

“Really?” the older man seemed surprised.

“Yeah- I didn’t tell her, but according to Tosh, I’ve been ‘humming in the galley’. Apparently that’s not something I usually do. But it’s OK- she’s no idea who I’m seeing. I told her it was too soon to go into details...”

“Ah.” Jack nodded with a chuckle. “Same thing happened with Owen. Not the humming in the galley part- according to Owen I’ve been, I quote: ‘grinning like a loony.’

Ianto laughed and then his expression became more serious.

“Don’t worry, Ianto. I said more or less the same thing- it was early days.”

The Welshman’s serious look was replaced with one of relief.

“There is one thing, though...” Jack started. “Owen does know that I’m bisexual, so I left it there. He doesn’t know anything about you.”

“I didn’t realise Owen knew...”

“He won’t break a confidence- but he does know an ex of mine- he’s a pilot with United Airlines. I’ve not seen him since before I got married and, thank God, he only flies internally in the US...” John Hart was one person he didn’t want to think about right now, and he effectively steered the conversation back to less unpleasant thoughts. “That and the fact that apparently it was obvious from the moment we were introduced that I fancied you. But he doesn’t think it’s you that I’m seeing, you can be sure of that.”

Ianto was flattered by the revelation that Jack had been attracted to him from the very start then started to wonder how he’d been so blind as to not notice the pilot’s feelings for him sooner, even if he’d not even noticed his own feelings...

Throwing his head back, Jack raised his bottle to his lips and swallowed down the last of his beer. “Hey, we’d better be heading back to meet the rest of the crew... and don’t worry. There’s nothing to worry about. This stays between us.”

***

They made their way to the bar when they arrived back at the hotel, not too much later than they’d expected. Apart from Beth, Suzie and Tosh, the rest of the team were already there, sat around two tables pushed together.

Bottle and glass in his hands, Ianto took his seat at the table, sandwiched between Martha and Owen; Jack squeezed into the only other seat. To say he was thankful when he saw Toshiko enter the bar was an understatement, and he was even more relieved when she slipped onto the small space between him and Owen, but he did speculate whether that move was more to do with the co-pilot, rather than him.

***

An hour or so later Ianto found himself sat a little way from the rest of the group, huddled with Toshiko. Gwen was talking animatedly at Jack, while Owen talked earnestly with Diane.

“Trouble in paradise, do you think?” Tosh asked and nodded her head in the direction of Owen and Diane.

“What? Sorry.” Ianto had drifted off, thinking about where he’d been only forty-eight hours ago- out at the movies with Jack.

“Diane and Owen. Earlier on they started to talk about flying. Not sure why they’ve never talked about it before, really... Anyway, doesn’t look like Gwen’s too happy, does it” She cocked her head in Gwen’s direction. “She started talking to Jack straight away. I think she’s trying to make Owen jealous...”

Ianto glanced over at Owen and Diane, before his attention turned to Jack. Gwen was sat just that little bit too close, eyes wide as she leaned towards him, talking away, only pausing to take a drink or to smile widely. He was mollified by the well disguised but bored look on the pilot’s face.

“I see what you mean,” he observed. Jack had caught his eye and gave a surreptitious and jokey grimace which swept away the small swell of jealousy which Ianto was surprised to find himself feeling.

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s going to be long before Owen realises he’s got a lot more in common with Diane than Gwen...” Tosh mused and looked over at Owen wistfully. "And I’m sure that if anyone can look after themselves around Owen, it’s Diane."

Not for the first time, Ianto wondered what Toshiko saw in the co-pilot, particularly when she knew about his less than glowing track record with women. “You may well be right there, Tosh.”

“It’s Jack I feel sorry for- it looks like he’s getting the full Gwen Cooper treatment there. He looks a little like a rabbit caught in headlights,” she said. As good as it was to see her friend happy, Toshiko couldn’t help herself thinking it was a bit of a shame that Ianto was obviously smitten with the girl he’d met recently; she’d been sure that there was an attraction, some kind of spark, between the pilot and the Welshman. While Ianto appeared to be oblivious to that spark, Jack was more of an open book, his face lighting up when he saw the young man. As she looked over at the Captain and Gwen, she was surprised that no-one else noticed-least of all Gwen, who was chattering away happily about goodness knows what,while Jack smiled benignly, occasionally looking over in her and Ianto’s direction.

***

Captain Harkness made a run for it when he’d seen a let up in the ‘conversation’. Twenty minutes later Ianto slipped away to his room- he was unsurprised when his mobile bleeped, signalling the arrival of a message.

‘Are you back? Recovering from Gwen. It may take some time...

J’

Ianto laughed to himself as he tapped out his reply.

‘That’ll teach you- you made the mistake of looking interested.

I x’

He added an ‘x’, smiling.

‘A mistake on my part. I wasn’t interested in anything but you.

J xx’

Even away from Jack, Ianto blushed as he typed out his next text:

‘Glad you learned your lesson. And I felt pretty much the same...

I xxx’

‘good to know. are you trying to outdo me on the x front, mr jones? won’t work.

J xxxx’

An extra ‘x’ had found its way onto the end of the text, and Jack had evidently given up on finding out how to make capital letters appear on his messages.

‘Not intentionally- thumb slipped...

I xxxxx’

Another bleep:

‘hope I can find out what else that thumb can do? want to meet when we get to heathrow? You need more sleep...

J xxxx’

To Be Continued...