Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Jack's POV

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I wake up to Ianto's soft, Welsh voice. I let it wash over me, the tones in it music to my ears.

"Coffee, sir." he says, holding the pastel-striped mug out to me. I roll over and look up at him.

I smile "Stop calling me 'sir'! Call me Jack or Captain Jack." I know he only calls me ‘sir’ to annoy me, but it always works. The only other time is when he does his naughty schoolgirl routine, but we’ve both sworn secrecy about that one.

His suit catches my eye, making me lose focus for a second. It is a dark, inky blue with a crisp white shirt and baby blue tie. The colour of the tie makes his eyes look brighter, makes the bottomless ocean even more intense than usual.

"Nice suit, by the way." I say, winking at him. My heart speeds up, and the only place I want to see that suit is on the floor. Get a grip, Jack! I mentally scold myself This world will fall like the last almost did if you spend the entire time fucking your boyfriend into the mattress instead of working!

Ianto blushes "I had hoped you would like it." he murmurs, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. He curls his arms behind his back and clasps his hands together, a nervous gesture that he’s had ever since he was a child.

I am speechless. The suit really... Suits him. I feel my face pull up into a grin. This small gesture is so typical of his behaviour, and yet every time he does something like this to make me smile I am touched. I reach out and take the coffee out of his hand in comfortable silence, not sure what to say.

"This is good coffee." I say at last, breaking the silence. I find myself gazing listlessly into the mug, as if the answer to life is contained within it. But maybe it is...? In fact, I know it is. My heart says yes, and that I should stay with Ianto forever, but my brain says no, that I should leave him to his own pre-destined life.

Ianto flinches as we hear Gwen calling us from upstairs. I stand up and put my hand on Ianto's shoulder, stroking is suit with my thumb for half a second.

"Back to work," I say, snapping into work-mode. I quickly kiss him on the cheek and tap his arse, then leave our room via the ladder, hoping that if I move quickly the day will go by faster and I can spend time with him again. If only the Doctor hadn’t disabled my vortex manipulator, I could just zip forward to the end of the day.

And maybe the day will go faster. I can only hope.