A Gentleman’s Gentleman – Chapter One
Chapter 2 – At Break of Day
When Ianto sent Jack back to his room after they’d made the rounds of the opening night reception, smilingly telling him he’d “join him in a little while,” Jack was eager to find out what would follow. Twenty minutes or so after he’d returned to his room, there was a sharp, brusque knock on his door and he never expected to be confronted with what he saw when he responded to the knock. Standing before him in full UNIT kit –- boots, camouflage uniform, utility belt, sidearm, and that unmistakable red beret -- was a serious faced soldier (with very familiar blue eyes) who saluted sharply and announced, “Reporting for duty as requested, Sir.”
Chapter Three Here
Chapter 3 – Gamesmanship
a/n: Jack’s morning session got rather highjacked by another more interesting session between Ianto and Jack. But I’m rather pleased with the chance to explore this oh so complex relationship, so I went with it…it’s also more M than I’ve ever written, so be forwarned about some intense language and situations…
Jack was sitting at the corner of a large U-shaped table with the rest of the conference attendees, bathed in the blue light of what Jack felt must surely be the most boring PowerPoint presentation in the history of the galaxy… maybe even the universe. It was killing him knowing that Ianto was behind him, sitting in a row of chairs along the wall provided for the attendee’s assistants. Jack could smell him, could sense that unmistakable essence of Ianto, a heady combination of coffee bean, ink, silk, citrus, and desire. Jack inhaled the familiar aromas, and the very air tasted of Ianto.
Chapter 4 – Buttons
“Dear God I’ve created a monster!” Ianto gasped.
Jack had spent the last twenty minutes exploring the first four things on his hastily created list of fun things to do with a silk tie.
Chapter Five Here
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