Now we know...(Part One)

Jack and Ianto swept into the large warehouse. There had been reports of a disturbance here, and whenever they got close, the rift activity locator had gone off the scale. What so big and so dangerous could be here that they hadn't noticed before? Nothing had fallen through the rift that they had picked up...If this monster could cover its tracks, it must be nasty. That was why Jack and Ianto had gone. Gwen had tried to invite herself to go with Jack, because she thought she and Jack worked best together. But Jack had insisted Ianto go with him. Not that he wanted to put the younger man in danger over Gwen, but because he knew that they worked together perfectly. They were completely in sync with one another, and Jack didn't know quite how, or why, but they seemed to know each other inside out. They'd only slept together once, after Suzie...

But Ianto seemed to know exactly what Jack was about to do, and when he would do it, and even why. Jack had never had anyone like that before. No one had ever understood him before; no one had ever even tried to. Maybe that's why he spilled everything to Gwen. There was no other reason he had told her his secrets. But now, Ianto knew way more than Gwen, way more than anyone else, ever. And, weirdly, Jack liked it. He liked having someone to trust, to confide in. And he trusted Ianto. Jack had learnt over the years to never trust anyone, but there was just something about the younger man that made Jack want to open up to him. He didn't know what it was, but it was something he'd never seen in anyone before. Maybe he hadn't been looking hard enough, but there was definitely something special about Ianto Jones.

What scared Jack was how similar he and Ianto were. Obviously they had their differences, but there were some similarities that were just undeniable. Jack wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Jack realised that this was the first time they had spent alone with each other in a long time. And it was nice. If a little awkward, but nice all the same.

"So," Jack said, to break the silence. "Nice warehouse. Tasteful, even. Kinda reminds me of the place we caught Myfanwy. Bigger, this place. Preferred the other warehouse, if I'm honest. Nicer feel and I..."

"Oh God," Ianto cut him off. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Jack asked.

"Ramble. You always do it when you're nervous."

"Me? Nervous?" Jack brushed the comment off, dismissively. "Never."

"No, course not." Ianto replied, sarcastically. "You always talk like you're on a job interview. And you always sweat like that." Jack looked at Ianto in disgust.

"Gross."

"Don't deny it." Ianto warned. Jack pouted like a spoilt child, and Ianto couldn't help but laugh at him. "You're impossible." Ianto told him.

"All part of my charm!" Jack replied, with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, you're very charming."

"You clearly think so." Jack said, smugly.

"I'm going to try and ignore that." Ianto muttered.

"You can try..." Jack said. "But you know you'll never be able to keep it up."

"So you think."

"I don't doubt you for a minute." Jack said, struggling not to laugh.

"Do you take anything seriously?"

"Occasionally. But I figured, what's the point?" Jack paused. "Live for the moment, no going back."

"Very sweet." Ianto allowed.

"Oh, I am." Jack didn't notice how close their faces had got during the banter until he felt their noses brush together. Jack felt his breath catch. Ianto seemed to suddenly realise too, and pulled back quickly, straightening his suit.

"So, what did Tosh say this thing was?"

"Not sure, exactly. It could be anything. It's just abnormal readings. These are just a bit more...abnormal." Ianto smiled.

"How strange?" He asked. Jack shrugged.

"She didn't say."

"Unlike Tosh." Ianto murmured.

"Yeah...suppose it is." Jack replied. He was surprised how many little things Ianto picked up on. Stuff Jack didn't even notice. Another example of how perfect he is, Jack thought before he could stop himself. It did make him smile, though, and he wondered how long this thing between them would still be able to be ignored. Jack hoped it wouldn't be long. He liked Ianto Jones, plain and simple. He couldn't exactly help it.

"But...anything? How do we know what to look for?" Ianto asked after a few minutes.

"You don't." Jack grinned. "All part of the fun."

"Fun, why didn't I think of that? This whole situation just has fun written all over it." Ianto replied, sarcastically. Jack just laughed. He pulled a torch out of the pocket of his coat, shining it around. He let the light slowly creep up the wall, showing a line of shelves sporting stationery and books. "High tech." Ianto grunted. Jack laughed, looking around. Then, suddenly, the shelving fell off the wall. It nearly landed on Ianto, but he took a step back, smartly, but Jack was right behind him, and the two landed on the floor, Ianto lying on top of the older man. They both caught their breath, gasping slightly.

"This is familiar." Jack said, trying hard to remember to keep breathing. He was worried Ianto could feel his arousal, but the Welshman showed no signs of discomfort.

"Mmm...I think it's your obsession with warehouses." Ianto replied, quietly. Jack faked shock.

"My obsession? I seem to remember that this was your idea."

"The warehouse or this position?"

"...The position. Obviously." Jack replied. Ianto just looked at him, and Jack stared back. He took in every single detail of Ianto's face; he was so God damn beautiful. "You're beautiful." Jack whispered without thinking. Ianto's blue eyes soften and he blushed involuntarily. A sudden loud bang disturbed Jack and Ianto. Ianto made to roll away, but Jack clung to him.

"Scared?" Ianto teased.

"Shh! Don't make a sound." Jack hissed.

"But, I..." Jack silenced Ianto in the only way he could think of. He kissed him. Ianto kissed him back enthusiastically and Jack wondered why he hadn't done this ten minutes ago. Hell, as soon as Ianto had walked into the office and Jack had felt like they were the only two people on this planet. Jack also wondered when he had gotten this sentimental. Old age, he blamed it on. Another loud bang and Ianto pulled away from Jack, peering around in the darkness. He looked back at the older man, moving his head so close to Jack's that their lips were touching, but barely brushed against one another's. "What is it?" He murmured. Jack sighed into Ianto's mouth.

"I don't know." He replied, honestly. "Might be another Pterodactyl." He joked.

"Pteranodon." Ianto corrected him. Jack smiled.

"Whatever." Ianto chuckled, breathlessly.

"We can't just stay here, Sir." Ianto reminded him after a few minutes.

"Mmm...We could..."

"Can you take my weight for much longer?" Ianto asked. Jack blinked.

"Ianto, you weigh nothing." Ianto shifted uncomfortably. Jack realised he could feel Ianto's ribcage rub against him every time he moved. "Ianto...You are eating, aren't you?" Jack asked.

"I don't think now's a good time to discuss my diet, do you?"

"Possibly not." Jack allowed. "Be we will have this conversation, you mark my words." Ianto nodded.

"Yes, Sir." Jack sighed. Ianto was so impossible sometimes...