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"Come Fly With Me" Chapter 13
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: A short chapter before the ‘chorn’ (cheesy porn...)... catching up here- sorry for any typos.
Chapter List: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.htm
Chapter 13
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The thirteen hour flight back to Heathrow had never seemed to take so long to Ianto. He’d promised to see Jack the evening that they got back to London, offering to cook him a meal at his flat. They knew that they wouldn’t be alone on the train out of the airport- several of their workmates took advantage of the easy transport link into the capital- so Jack planned to drop off his small case, and collect an overnight bag, before he drove over to Ianto’s flat.
As they’d predicted, they found themselves travelling with all of the crew members with the exception of Beth, whose husband was collecting her from the airport, and Owen and Gwen, who’d slunk away from the group as soon as they’d cleared the pared down security and customs gates reserved for pilots and air crew. Owen never used the tube, preferring to use his car, taking advantage of the subsidised Torchwood parking. Ianto was sure that Gwen was with the co-pilot; and he knew that he wasn’t alone in that suspicion- he’d seen Jack and Toshiko exchange a ‘look’ as their two colleagues left the group within moments of each other. The remaining Torchwood employees shared the same train carriage, talking about what they were going to be doing on their days off, which mainly seemed to consist of catching up on some sleep or housework, or just seeing friends and family. Working such long hours left little time for much else.
Ianto saw Tosh eyes dart towards him as he dissembled and muttered that he, too, planned to ‘get some rest’. He was relieved when Diane took control of the conversation, excitedly telling the rest that she was getting close to completing the necessary flying hours for her light aircraft license. It wouldn’t be long before she was qualified; he knew from their conversations she’d saved a considerable amount of her wages and he wondered how long she’d stay with the airline when she had the freedom to work as a pilot herself, or even, perhaps, buy into a partnership with someone who already had a ‘plane.
Jack said his ‘goodbyes’ as he left the train at his stop, giving the Welshman a surreptitious wink and smile. A short time later they approached Ealing, and it was Ianto’s turn to leave.
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He left Ealing station and called at the Tesco Metro on the high street to buy some essentials and the fresh ingredients for a very simple Italian meal: baby plum tomatoes, mozzarella, parmesan, a bag of rigatoni and a pot of basil. As he filled his basket he started to think about Jack- a fairly common occurrence these days. Again, he questioned whether he was satisfying the other man. So far the sexual side of their relationship had been pretty tame. Intense and enjoyable, but tame. Almost on auto-pilot he headed towards the pharmacy aisle. Before he knew it, he was loading a packet of condoms and a tube of lube into the shopping basket. It wouldn’t do any harm to be prepared- just in case. Perhaps they’d come in handy, sooner or later...
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Back at his flat Ianto ran a hot bath and then unpacked his shopping, and placed the plum tomatoes, with a drop or two of balsamic vinegar and a sprinkle of sugar, black pepper and sea salt, in the oven along with some cloves of garlic, to roast on a very low heat while he bathed.
He detoured into the bedroom, stowing the condoms and lube in the top drawer of the bedside cupboard, before he took a long relaxing bath.
***
He finished dressing and went to the kitchen and rifled through the cupboards, finding a jar of passata and some preserved roasted peppers. He poured the passata and a few of the drained peppers into a pan with some seasoning, and retrieved a frozen ciabatta from the freezer. It was after six thirty now and he cracked open one of the bottles of wine from his ‘fridge, poured a glass, making his way to the sofa in the lounge, and switching on the TV to watch the local news while he waited.
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Not long after 7 o’clock, his intercom buzzed and he got up went to the hallway, knowing it could only be Jack. The suspicion was confirmed as a crackly voice was reproduced from the tinny speaker.
“Ianto? It’s Jack.”
He pressed the entry button and reached over to leave the door off the latch. “Come on up- I’ll leave the door open.”
He went to the kitchen to grab an extra wineglass and the opened bottle.
Jack bowled in through the front door a minute later- he must have literally run up the stairs. The overnight bag was dropped unceremoniously on the floor next to the sitting room, before he looked around, finally locating his Welshman in the kitchen.
He placed the bottle of wine he’d brought on the work surface and Ianto turned around to be enveloped in eager arms, then kissed to within an inch of his life.
Separating for air, Ianto smiled back- “So you have missed me then?” he said playfully.
“God. You’ve no idea.” He grinned.
A roll of the eyes and Ianto reached over for Jack’s glass and handed it to him. “Come and sit down, you.”
They settled on the sofa, the TV on quietly in the background.
“Something smells good.” Jack sniffed the air and took a sip of wine.
“It’s just garlic and some tomatoes. It’s just going to be Rigatoni with tomato sauce and some bread, if that’s OK? I wasn’t sure I’d got the energy for anything more complicated.”
“That sounds great- you didn’t even have to cook. I could have brought a takeaway if you’re knackered...”
“Thanks, but the sauce more or less cooks itself, Jack. Apart from the bread and the pasta it’s just about ready.”
“If you’re sure...” Jack said guiltily.
“’Course I am. I wouldn’t have offered if it was any trouble, so stop stressing- you’re supposed to be relaxing. And on that note I’m going to get us the rest of that bottle of wine. ”
Ianto stood up and went to the kitchen. Before he grabbed the opened bottle of Frascati, he popped the bread into the oven and removed the tomatoes and garlic. He squashed the now soft garlic in the pan of sauce and added the roasted plum tomatoes, and boiled the kettle ready for the pasta. It all took a matter of minutes and then he was back sitting on the sofa. It was weirdly domestic just sitting there, talking to Jack, occasionally glancing over at the television in the corner of the room.
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They ate at the small table near the kitchen and Jack tucked into his pasta with gusto. Ianto had sprinkled some freshly grated parmesan and basil leaves over the top and crumbled some mozzarella into the sauce. Ianto watched as the other man twirled the stringy cheese around his fork and unceremoniously shoved it into his mouth while he wiped up some of the sauce with the chunk of bread in his left hand. Anyone else would have looked uncouth or greedy, but Jack just looked happily enthusiastic.
Mouth half full, Jack spoke. “This is brilliant. I didn’t know you could cook- I’m thinking you’re quite the catch. Apart from for the obvious reasons...” He waggled his eyebrows, unable to suppress his natural urge for innuendo.
“Yeah right- it’s just dried pasta and sauce. It’s not a technical triumph in the world of Michelin cooking! And the food’s got nothing to do with anything else- so don’t even go there.”
“OK, but this is still brilliant.” He said reaching for another piece of ciabatta. “It certainly beats my attempts at Italian. I could get used to this.”
“You could, could you?” Ianto teased.
Jack looked up at him from under his eyelashes. “Yeah, definitely. Everything.”
“Everything?” he questioned.
“Yeah.”
***
They finished eating and Ianto cleared their plates, while Jack was instructed in no uncertain terms to go and sit back down on the sofa.
Ianto returned with Jack’s now chilled bottle of Soave and settled against him. Jack slung an arm around his shoulder pulling him close as they watched a selection of none too interesting repeats.
Later, lips pressed against Ianto’s temple, before lazy, slow kisses became more heated and they both forgot their tiredness.
“Bed?” Jack asked.
***
To Be Continued...
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Lovely.
I'm really looking forward to Tosh putting it all together though...
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They ARE getting quite domestic, aren't they?
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Ianto getting supplies 'just incase' was adorable.
Looking forward to the 'chorn'. ;)
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That was awesome!
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