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The New Boss - Chapter Thirteen

Title: New Boss - 13/?

Rating: MA 15+

Fandom: Torchwood

Genre: AU/ Romance
Pairings: Jack/Ianto 

Spoilers: None. AU but the names of the Episodes are mentioned

Summary: There is a new Boss for Torchwood Cardiff.

At Ianto’s


Words: this part 1,621 - So far - 23,550
Torchwood- Copyright BBC.

beta’d by the wonderful wanda1969

‘thoughts are in italics and single quotes’



Chapter Thirteen

The walk to Ianto’s flat was only a few hundred yard.

They stood for a moment outside and Ianto looked at Jack as if he was trying to make a decision. He sighed and asked “Do you want to come up?”

Jack smiled. “Can I get a coffee?”

“Yes, that’s no problem. Now my flat isn’t as great as yours, it has only ever had two bedrooms and no en-suite, but it’s comfortable and I like it.”

Ianto started to walk up the stairs to his door, Jack a couple of steps behind him. He looked up as Ianto went up before him and saw the most magnificent arse in front of him. He stopped to admire it better.

Ianto sensed that Jack had stopped turned round to find out what was wrong. “Jack, are you ok?”

“Great, fine... just admiring the view.”

He looked at Jack and just shook his head and smiled in amusement.

“Well here we are.” Ianto opened the door and turned to take Jack’s jacket, “Through that door is the lounge, sit down and get comfortable, I’ll just start the coffee.”

Jack didn’t go into the lounge, instead he followed Ianto and lent against the door frame of the kitchen, as Ianto prepared the coffee, grinding the beans, and setting the machine up.

“While it comes up to pressure, do you want the grand tour?”

Jack nodded and followed Ianto as he moved away from the coffee machine.

“As you can see, this is the kitchen - it leads onto the dining room.”

Jack looked into the dining room and saw a light coloured wooden table and chairs, sitting in a room painted a rather rosy reddish colour.

Before Jack could make a comment about the colour, Ianto interrupted “No, I didn’t pick the colour, I’m only renting. One day I will have my own place and I don’t think I will be picking pink walls.”

Jack smiled, nodded and followed Ianto as he went into the next room. “This is the lounge, it’s a strange room in the fact there are three doors into one room, kitchen, dining and hall, but it’s large and has this great window that overlooks the garden.”

Ianto them lead Jack into the hall, “Spare room, bathroom, my room is the end one, again with a view over the garden.”

Ianto’s room was substantial, and Jack noted with interest the window, dresser, wardrobe and a big bed, a very very big bed.

Jack raised an eyebrow, “Very large bed you have there, Mr Jones. Surely you’d get lost in there by yourself, or do you invite one, or two, or more to join you in it?”

“Yes,” replied Ianto.

Jack looked surprised.

“Not what you think Jack! When I was at Uni, I shared a house with four others. I had a king sized bed and the others all use to pile into my bed on Sunday mornings, to talk about their conquests the night before, a few of whom were dragged in on it too. It was a squish, with sometimes 6 or 7 people invading my bed. I always promised myself when I got my own place I would get a very large bed, - hence the large Super King size bed. Not very often I have people crash in on a Sunday now, but it sometimes happens if they stay over, well if they stay over it always happens, tradition I guess.”

“Don’t you get lonely in there all by yourself?”

“I keep waiting for the right person to come along and make it less lonely, one day.” ‘It might be you,’ Ianto added in his mind, ‘Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if it was you who was meant to be in my bed. I have to make him know how I feel’

“Person, Ianto? Not girl?” Jacked murmured as he moved closer to Ianto. ‘I want to hold him and caress him, he is intoxicating.’

“I um... I guess you could say I’m equal opportunity when it comes to who shares my bed.... it’s the person not the gender for me.”

“I agree with you there, Ianto. Why discount half the people in the world.”

Jack stepped closer to Ianto, he lifted up a hand to cup Ianto’s cheek. They looked at each other, and started to lean towards each other, but just before their lips touched, Ianto heard a ding.

“Bugger, the coffee machine.” Ianto turned and stalked out of the room, muttering “It’s up to pressure, I don’t want it to explode.” Jack was about to follow him when Ianto spoke, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll bring the coffee through.” ‘He went to kiss me, he must feel the same as me. Take a big breath, calm down, this is what you have been hoping for, don’t bug out now.’

Jack looked around the room. Ianto’s wardrobe was large in a pale wood grain, there were drawers on either side of the bed and a separate large set of drawers by the window. The bed was large, very large. On the bed was a green and blue quilt and a large number of cushions and pillows in a riot of colours and shapes, making the room seem vibrant and alive. Jack like the fact that the bed look comfortable but not out of a page in a magazine. ‘Ianto seemed to like comfort in his bed, something I like, too,’ mused Jack.

Jack just stood where he was, wondering, ‘Should I sit on the bed? There aren’t any seats in here, and Ianto did say to make myself comfortable, but should I sit on his bed?’

Ianto came back with two cups and a biscuit tin under his arm. He plonked the two cups on the bed side table and looked at Jack, just standing there.

“Oh, sorry, Jack, I should have explained better. I have the TV in the lounge and music in here. I like to have noise on when I’m by myself and since I don’t have two tellies or two sounds systems, I have one set up in each room, so if it’s talking or listening to music, it’s in here. Bit strange I know, but it’s a bit of a habit from Uni and sharing. I thought we should chat, and I just hate sitting in a room with a TV that is off - it’s a big black square which seems to draw you into it. So just take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable, if it is okay with you, and we’ll have the coffee and chat.”

Jack nodded and toed off his shoes and they both settled down, sitting side by side, amongst all the pillows and cushions.

“It’s quite comfortable” said Jack. Ianto nodded and passed Jack his cup, both of them sitting leaning against the pillows listening to the music playing softly.

Jack looked at Ianto just as Ianto turned to look at Jack. They smiled at each other and both started to talk at the same time.

“Ianto...”

“Jack...”

Ianto laughed, put down his cup and turned around, sitting cross legged and facing him.

“Do you regularly have people drinking coffee on your bed?”

“Only a select few.”

“Oh, who?”

“My uni friends, the ones that always ended up in bed with me. My sister, Andy, Tosh... even had Owen in here once, with Tosh and Andy!. Owen was not very comfortable.”


“I can imagine.”

“So, I should feel honoured I’m not among a group in your bed.”

Ianto laughed, “That sounded so wrong Jack.”



“You never know, you might enjoy it.”

“Have you ever done that, Jack?”

“I’ve been invited, but no, not my thing. I want to have one person to concentrate on, and for them to concentrate wholly on me. You?”

“I’ve walked in on several when I was at university, the joys of house sharing with a bunch of horny students. The usual response was come join in, but it never appealed to me. I agree with you, I’d rather be the centre of attention.”

“Yeah, I can see that joining in halfway through you wouldn’t be the centre of attention.”

“It’s a real bummer though, when you want to go to sleep.”

“They used your bed?”

“Yep, it was the only king sized bed in the house, all the other rooms were small and could only hold single beds. My bed was the only reason I got the big room.”

“The price you pay for having the big room.”

“Yeah, they use to hate how I would always make them change the sheets and wash them too, I totally refused to sleep in my bed unless they cleaned it up. They did too, ‘cause I would have put a lock on my door if they didn’t.”

“You could have made them not use it.”

“Nah, there’s nothing worse than trying to have ‘fun’ in a small single bed - you fall out.”

“Is that experience talking?”

Ianto didn’t reply, he just blushed a bit.

Jack put his coffee down on the bed side table and said, “So you’ve kept up the traditions of holding court in your bed. Don’t want to grow up?”

“Nah, at work I have to be an adult, but after work, I’d much rather have fun.”

“I like that attitude, be serious when you should, but don’t forget to play.”

Ianto uncrossed his legs and moved closer to Jack, kneeling in front of him.

“So, Jack, do you like to play?”

“With you, Ianto, I would like it to be more than just play.”

Both men moved towards each other, their faces were close, a mere inch apart.

“Jack, I would like to do more than just play as well.”
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