Secrets And Lies 7/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Secrets And Lies
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Since when were secrets and lies good for any relationship? Will they ever be able to tell each other the truth about themselves?
Warnings: Romance, fluff, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series 

Jack tapped the corner of his mobile phone on his desk while he contemplated texting Ianto back again but decided against it, they had said goodnight to each other and the conversation, as it was, was over.

 

He set it down on his desk within reach just in case it rang and reached for the pile of paperwork that had been sat on his desk for over a week knowing there was no way he'd be able to sleep.

 

Realising that he had read the same sentence for what must have been the tenth to eleventh time Jack gave up, pushing the file he was currently trying to read across the desk he leaned back in his chair.

 

He'd really meant it when he'd told Owen that Ianto wasn't just another conquest, when he'd first seen him of course he'd just seen the man with the beautiful face serving him his coffee and wanted to get him into bed but by the time they were at the party he knew he'd wanted more.

 

It had been a very long time since anyone had had that effect on him and it came as more than a little surprise to himself let alone anyone else that he wanted to get to know the young man better.

 

They way they had kissed both times were burnt to memory on his mind, he knew if that Weevil hadn't turned up when it did they would have probably ended up wanking each other off it that alleyway.

 

Picking his mobile back up he glanced at the blank screen as if it would suddenly light up and beep to let him know it had a text message for a moment or two and then slipped it in his pocket with a small sigh telling himself he was being daft and headed down out of his office to the main hub.

 

Finding himself in the small kitchenette he filled the kettle with water and turned it on then pulled a mug from the shelf and spooned in a teaspoon of instant coffee along with two heaped spoonfuls of sugar in his usual attempt to make it drinkable and added a generous helping of milk.

 

“We could do with Ianto working here, if only for his coffee making skills,” Jack said out loud to himself. “not that that's going to happen, judging by his hatred of Torchwood.”

 

Shaking his head slowly from side to side he poured the boiling water from the kettle into the mug and stirred the hot liquid, dropping the teaspoon into the sink with a dozen or so more identical items and nearly as many mugs and then lifted the mug to his lips.

 

The first sip made him grimace, he added another spoonful of sugar, again dumping the spoon into the sink and then tried another sip, this one went down marginally smoother.

 

“If nothing else we need to get a proper coffee maker, perhaps Ianto can recommend one,” he said to the empty hub. “we may not have a date until Tuesday but that doesn't mean I can't talk to him beforehand, does it?”

 

Jack waited for a second before answering himself with a smile.

 

“Nope!”

 

With that he gulped down the rest of the beverage and dumped the mug in the sink along with the others, he was about to leave when he stopped, turned on the hot tap and squeezed a long stream of washing up liquid into the sink.

 

Jack rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the washing up cloth and made his way through the dirty contents of the sink, knowing he was only doing it to waste time until the PM phoned and not that he felt at all guilty about never actually doing it himself.

 

That started him thinking about Ianto again, wondering if the young man was a messy or tidy person and knowing he'd have to wait until he had a flat of his own to find out, if indeed their second date, let alone any other actually lasted long enough.

 

“It's not like I have a good track record where relationships are concerned, is it?” Jack asked the mug he was currently washing up and asked it.

 

“And now I'm speaking to inanimate objects,” Jack sighed, putting it back in the soapy water and washing it until it was squeaky clean. “what the hell, perhaps I should be the one finding a flat? Ianto works in a coffee shop so he can't be earning that much money and well, should I really be spending all my waking hours here?”

 

“No you shouldn't!” A voice startled him out of his thoughts.

 

“Tosh, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Jack exclaimed, turning to see the woman watching him.

 

“Only almost, so that's okay,” Toshiko smiled at him sweetly.

 

“Why are you in so early?” Jack asked, looking at his watching and finding that it was almost six in the morning.

 

“I left that translation programme I'm working on running and I couldn't sleep,” Toshiko explained. “so I thought I might as well come in early, and I come bearing gifts.”

 

“What kind of gifts?” Jack asked, placing the last clean mug on the draining board and drying his hands on the tea towel.

 

“Coffee, from home,” Toshiko smiled and lifted up the large metal Thermos so that he could see it. “it's nothing like that stuff that's made of heaven from the coffee shop but it is better than the instant we keep around here.”

 

“You're an angel,” Jack grinned, grabbing two of the recently cleaned mugs and drying them before setting them on the small counter where Toshiko filled them from the flask.

 

Jack tasted the dark black coffee and gave a small sigh.

 

“Better?” Toshiko asked.

 

“Why have you never brought any of this in before?” Jack asked, taking another sip.

 

“I only got the machine a few days ago and I gave it a test run this morning,” Toshiko shrugged.

 

“You should bring it into the hub, Torchwood can reimburse you,” Jack told her, then remembering his excuse for speaking to Ianto he changed his mind. “no, it's your machine, I'll get us one for here.”

 

“It doesn't matter, I can always get another one,” Toshiko replied.

 

“No, I know just the person to ask what the perfect machine would be,” Jack told her.

 

“Oh yes, the guy from the coffee shop,” Toshiko smiled widely. “so tell me, how did the date go?”

 

“The party was fine, the snog in a doorway on the way was good and the one in the alleyway on the way home was interrupted by a Weevil and my faithful team arriving to deal with it,” Jack grumbled.

 

“No shag then?” Toshiko asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

 

“Toshiko Sato, have you been possessed by the spirit of Owen Harper?” Jack chuckled.

 

“So, where are you seeing him again? You are seeing him again, aren't you?” She answered.

 

“Tuesday and not just to finish what we started,” Jack stated. “I really like him Tosh, I can't quite put my finger on why except for him being gorgeous but I want to get to know him better.”

 

“Have you told him, that you're Torchwood?” Toshiko asked.

 

“No,” Jack replied, shaking his head. “he's opinion of Torchwood isn't that high.”

 

“Like most of Cardiff then,” Toshiko giggled. “I should go and see how my programme is doing.”

 

“Thanks for the coffee Tosh,” Jack smiled, letting her leave the kitchenette before leaning back against the sink and sipping the strong liquid from the mug and thinking how much he'd like it to be Tuesday and not Sunday at that very moment.


TBC
 

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