Characters: Jack, Ianto
Summary: Jack doesn’t do jealousy...
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC and RTD.
A/N: Just a one shot that came to mind when I was trying to knock the next chapter of ‘What will be’ into submission ! Also usual apologies for mistakes, bad grammar, etc
Captain Jack Harkness, ex- Time Agent, former con-man, 51st Century inter-galactic flirt didn’t do jealousy. No, nada, not at all. The word wasn’t even in his vocabulary, let alone his genetic/emotional make up!
So it couldn’t be jealousy, Jack told himself, that had the thought of Ianto spending the evening in someone else’s company leading to the Captain turning up at the same club the Welshman had mentioned earlier that day. No not jealousy at all, merely coincidence.
Ianto knew that Jack had overheard his comment about the club earlier in the day, but it was still a surprise when he noticed the immortal partially hidden in the shadows, scouring the crowd from across the room. Jack had seemed unconcerned when Ianto had said he wasn’t free that evening as an old friend was in town and wanted to meet up. In fact the immortal had encouraged his lover to get out of the Hub and enjoy a few hours away from Torchwood, and yet as unconcerned as Jack had seemed about Ianto’s night out, here he was clearly looking for him but not approaching, ‘it couldn’t be that he’s....no...’ Ianto told himself, ‘... that’s just ridiculous...’
The narrowing of his eyes as Jack glimpsed the six foot tall, well toned, bronzed, blonde surfer type leaning in closer than needed to hear what Ianto was saying, was simply due to the smoky atmosphere in the club, nothing more, and certainly not jealousy, at least that’s what Jack told himself.
As his friend leant in, Ianto sensed the gaze from across the room harden. The Welshman mentally shook himself as the thought that Jack was seemingly assessing the ‘competition’ crossed his mind. It was a stupid thought, after all Jack didn’t have any competition and even if he did it wouldn’t bother the immortal. Hadn’t the Captain told him that 51st century humans didn’t do jealousy ?
The clenching of his fist as said surfer type dared to put his hand on Ianto’s back was merely a muscle spasm on his part, the immortal told himself, and not the reaction of a jealous man trying to contain his anger.
The intensity of both the stare and the tension Ianto could feel radiating from his lover, even this far away across the room, both shocked and surprised the Welshman.
Jack’s sudden urge to rip that same hand away from its path, as it moved downwards towards the Welshman’s perfect arse and the sense of relief as Ianto moved the offending hand, before it reached its target, had nothing to do with jealousy at all he continued to tell himself, and perhaps if he ‘said’ it enough times he just might believe it.
The uncomfortable feeling of a man’s hand, other than Jack’s, easing its way down his back, even if the action was drink induced over friendliness, is not a surprise, but the sense that his observer is ready to rip the offending limb away from its path is.
The strange feeling in Jack’s stomach, as he watches Ianto interact with his companion during the evening, is because he hasn’t eaten since that morning, and has nothing to do with being jealous of the man’s physical closeness to the Welshman Jack tells himself, but the relief that fills the Captain is clear for anyone to see, as he watches Ianto move back alittle, creating some space between himself and his handsome blonde friend.
Wanting some ‘breathing’ space between his attentive companion and himself, Ianto steps back slightly, immediately sensing a slight easing of tension from the direction of his observer across the club, bringing a knowing smile to the Welshman’s face as he considers that perhaps his thought of earlier that evening wasn’t quite so ridiculous after all.
The knot in Jack’s stomach eases slightly as he continues to observe the scene infront of him, but as he watches the Captain suddenly finds himself questioning why he’s there at the club at all. Why is he feeling the way he is ? Would he be feeling like this if it was anyone else he was watching ? Would he have been bothered by even the thought of any of the others coming here, let alone feel the need to follow them to see what happened ? The answers are simple. He was at the club because this was where Ianto was. If it had been any of the others meeting up with old friends he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but it wasn’t anyone else, it was Ianto, and the need to be here, to see what, if anything, transpired had been almost overwhelming. Jack knew he wouldn’t be feeling the way he was if it had been anyone else, but it wasn’t anyone else this was Ianto, his Ianto. Jack continues to tell himself that nothing he’s been feeling during the evening is down to jealousy, how can it be, he just doesn’t do that emotion.
Who the hell was he trying to kid, - where a tall, sexy, blue eyed, dark haired, 21st Century Welshman named Ianto Jones was concerned, Captain Jack Harkness most certainly did and always would do jealousy.