It Started With A Tie

"Your coffee Sir," Ianto announced.

Jack rose from his seat and accepted the mug gratefully.

He took a sip.

"Perfection, as always."

Ianto almost managed to hide his smile.

Jack reached out a hand and, for a tenth of a second, Ianto thought it might touch his cheek but it landed softly upon his tie.

"You're a little out of kilter," Jack told him, fixing Ianto's tie to the correct position.

Ianto tensed. Without looking, he could sense Jack's every move as if it were amplified a thousand times. The Welshman's skin tingled with excitement.

The two men gazed at each other. Jack's stare was powerful - so deep it felt as though his eyes were boring a hole into Ianto's mind and examining its contents. Ianto shivered involuntarily.

"I'd better get back to work Sir," he declared, backing away.

Jack's hand slipped and Ianto felt his whole body instantly relax.

"Yes, we've got a busy day ahead of us," Jack agreed.

The younger man headed for the door.

"Oh, by the way,"

As Jack spoke, Ianto hesitated but did not turn around.

"Nice suit."

Crossing the Hub back to the Tourist Information Office that was his sanctuary, Ianto permitted himself the luxury of a small but satisfied smile.