Reflection

Summary: - Jack snoops through his teams' desks and finds something that makes him think about whether it was possible for him to love.

Disclaimer: - I don't own Torchwood!

A/N: - I had this thought and decided to write it down.

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Bored. That described his mood. Jack Harkness was bored. He had nothing to do and he hated it. He glanced around the hub and noticed everyone had left. He sighed deeply and wandered around his teams' desks. Gwen had a picture of her and Rhys by her computer screen. Jack picked it up and smiled softly. He remembered when he had convinced himself that he had loved her. He had left and she had hated him for it but when he had returned she had been engaged. He remembered feeling depressed and jealous but realised that he had no control over her. He replaced the picture and turned away from it. They looked happy in it and Jack didn't want to take that from them, no matter how he had felt.

He approached Tosh's desk and chuckled when he saw it's immaculate condition. Tosh had no use for her desk but she used her draws; looking around he opened a draw to the side of it. There was a picture sitting on top of some books. Picking it up, Jack smiled. It was the one he had taken of Tosh and Owen. They were sitting on a bench outside in the park looking at each other and smiling. Jack wondered when they were going to admit their feelings and get together – it was driving the rest of the team mad. There was nothing else exciting in Tosh's draws so Jack turned to Owen's.

It was at that point that he realised he was snooping. He stopped in his tracks, deciding whether to continue or turn away. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened a draw on Owen's desk. The same picture that he had seen in Tosh's was there. Below it was another one of his dead fiancé, Jack could never remember her name. He let a tear slide down his cheek as he remembered how he had failed to save her. Shaking his head, Jack turned away and walked over to Ianto's. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he ran a finger along the draw opening. He didn't to pry but he wanted to know what Ianto kept close to him. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Jack opened the draw.

Nothing. Well nothing of value anyway. An old blue book was sat at the bottom of the draw. Frowning, Jack picked it up. It was a hardback copy of Wuthering Heights. Jack couldn't prevent the grin spreading across his face. It was so like Ianto to keep a book and nothing else.Jack rolled his eyes and placed the book back at the bottom of the draw. He went to close the draw but stopped when something caught his eye. Poking out the bottom of the book was a piece of paper. Tugging it out, Jack felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw what it contained.

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Ianto Jones emptied his bag and cursed. The book wasn't there. He had left it at the hub. Panicking Ianto struggled into his coat. Jack was at the hub and was likely to snoop around the draws and if he found the book – if he found it – Ianto Jones would be screwed. He couldn't let Jack find it! He would think he was a girl and not worthy of his attention. Cursing again, Ianto left his apartment and headed in the direction of the hub.

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Jack sat down in Ianto's chair and stared at the piece of paper in his hand and thought. It was a picture. It was Jack and Ianto smiling at the camera with Jack's arm around Ianto's shoulder and Ianto's arm around Jack's waist. Jack smiled when he remembered the feel of Ianto's hand gently caressing his waist line; he shivered at the thought. Turning the picture over Jack started laughing. In a heart was Jack's name. Jack bit back a laugh at the girlish symbol. This was serious. Did it mean that Ianto loved him? No! It couldn't be could it? Jack took the picture and went to sit on the steps to think. He smiled at the thought of him and Ianto being together. He ran his tongue along his lips as he remembered the kiss they had shared. It was the first time Ianto had initiated a kiss and Jack thought he was pretty good at it.

There had been the other time when Gwen had walked in on them. Ianto had stayed behind to talk to Jack and they had ended up kissing – topless. Their shirts had been quickly shed and Jack had been reaching into Ianto's trousers when Gwen had stumbled in on them. They had broken apart and Ianto had followed Gwen to explain. Jack had thought about his touch as he ran his hand along his cheek to cup his face. A clock struck eleven, startling Jack out of his thoughts. He sighed and made his way to the desk, still thinking. The night had passed with them exploring each other but not making love. Jack didn't want to taint Ianto. He didn't know how he felt about Ianto. His touch gave Jack goosebumps and when he smiled, Jack's heart jumped. Did it mean that he...? No! Jack Harkness never fell in love. Did he? Jack shook his head and looked at the picture in his hand and placed it back in the book as the door rolled open to reveal...

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Ianto ran through the door and stopped in his tracks. Shit he thought. Jack was standing by his desk with the book in his hand. They caught each other's eye both feeling guilty. Jack, because he had been caught snooping, Ianto, because Jack had found the picture revealing his feelings. Ianto's heart began to pound as he made his way over to Jack. He swallowed deeply and cleared his throat.

'I can explain...' He started.

'Explain what?' Jack cut him off and placed the book back in the draw. 'I shouldn't have snooped and I'm sorry but I wanted to erm...err...' Jack got stuck at what he was going to say because Ianto had come over and placed a finger on his lips.

'You found the picture didn't you?' It was more of a statement than a question and Jack nodded dumbly. 'Well what do you have to say about it then?' Ianto took his finger of Jack's lips as Jack tried to contain his thoughts. What did he think? He never felt this way about anyone. Was it love? Ianto as waving a hand in front of Jack's face to get his attention. Jack made up his mind about how he felt.

He grabbed Ianto's hand and pulled him flush against his body. He brought their lips and almost moaned at the contact. He started to move his lips with Ianto' enticing a response from him. Ianto was in shock - Jack was kissing him. He started to respond and felt Jack run his tongue along his bottom lip. He granted access and their tongues battle for dominance. Jack won. He broke off the kiss and tugged Ianto towards his quarters. As he closed the door behind him, he captured Ianto's lips in another fiery kiss.

As they kissed, Jack led Ianto over to the couch and lowered him onto it. His lips kept contact with Ianto's as he undid his shirt and slipped it over his shoulders while Ianto returned the favour. They broke contact as Jack slipped off Ianto trousers and boxers; he stepped back to admire his body and felt himself grow hard at what he saw. Ianto blushed and motion to Jack's trousers. He smiled and opened his arms, smirking Ianto relieved Jack of his trousers and boxers. Both men stepped back and drank in the sight of each other. Impatient, Jack pulled Ianto in for another kiss and lay him back on the couch. Straddling him, he began to leave feather light kisses down his chest. He took Ianto's member in his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. Ianto's gasped and closed his eyes. Taking it as a good sign, Jack took Ianto's member into his mouth and sucked. Ianto was going crazy, he never felt such pleasure before. He screamed out Jack's name as he came and sighed deeply. It was short lived though.

Jack looked into Ianto's eyes and silently asked permission. Ianto swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Jack smiled and inserted a finger into Ianto. Ianto gasped at the contact and Jack added another two fingers. Sliding them out, Jack again looked at Ianto who nodded. Jack poised himself just above Ianto and entered him. Both men gasped at the sensation and Jack soon set a steady pace. He took hold of Ianto's member and began pumping with each thrust. Jack shouted Ianto's name as he spilled his seed into him and Ianto returned the favour. Collapsing on top of Ianto Jack sighed contently. He raised his head and looked Ianto in the eye.

'That was...' He was cut off by Ianto's lips on his.

''That' isn't over yet..' Ianto captured Jack's lips again as he let his hands wander...

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Jack sighed deeply and ran his hand through Ianto's hair. What they had just shared was immense. Ianto made him feel like no other person could. Jack was about to drop off just as he found the answer to his problem.

He was in love with Ianto Jones.

A/N How did I do? I had this idea for a while but couldn't come up with the courage to write a 'scene'...

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