He's just more flexible when it comes to dancing

[more_flexible]

Jack found the package addressed to him and scurried off to his room to open it. He wasn't used to getting gifts. In fact, he hadn't gotten one since...well, there was Christmas, but he hadn't been given anything since Jane baked him a pie all his own.

He unwrapped it carefully and poured over the records and just stared at the player for a long time. It was surreal, this thing that really wasn't anything spectacular and yet he was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. After a long time of just exploring it, he took an LP out of it's cover and laid it on the turntable. A few cranks of the handle and it began to spin, Moonlight Serenade spilling out his door and down the stairs.

[for those treehouse people who want a dance]

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

As In The Mood came on, Jack reluctantly let him go, moving over to pick up the stylus. "Some, yeah. Others, not really. And some people..." he said, turning back around with his hands in his pockets once again, "...see right through me. I'm not used to that," he told Ianto without any of the humor of a moment ago.

[coffee_sir]

The smirk faded as the tone of the conversation dropped. He watched Jack move, then when he turned found his gaze again. "Is that a bad thing? Seeing through you? Do you not like it?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"There's only one other person who's done it to me consistantly besides you," he said. "I didn't say I didn't like it. I said I wasn't used to it."

[coffee_sir]

"Sorry," he offered. "Think you can get used to it? Assuming the island doesn't let us go anytime soon."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He kept walking forward until there was barely a centimetre between them before he stopped. "I think I can," he said as a slow smile spread wider. "I think I'd like to, to be honest."

[coffee_sir]

Ianto stayed still, but wary, watching Jack's eyes. He grinned slowly. "Good. I'd hate to make you uncomfortable."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"That almost makes me want to dare you to try, Ianto."

[coffee_sir]

"Good thing it doesn't," he replied. "I wouldn't take that dare."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No?"

[coffee_sir]

"No," he echoed. "For one, I think it's beyond me. For two, I wouldn't want to."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"What would you want to do?" he asked, standing a little straighter as he searched those unreadable eyes.

[coffee_sir]

There were two responses on the tip of his tongue, but he paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he considered Jack. "What do you think I want?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

For the life of him, he didn't know. But rather than say so, he stood there in silence, waiting for a real answer.

[coffee_sir]

There was only so long that Ianto could stare at Jack Harkness without breaking. "To help you hurt less," he answered, gaze flitting down and up, uncertain of his reaction.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

In nearly slow motion, Jack pulled his hand from his pocket and reached up to catch Ianto's jaw. He looked at him for a moment, and then smiled softly.

"You do," he said, and sealed the words with a tender kiss.

[coffee_sir]

A wave of relief fell over him at the words, dispelling tension in his shoulders that had gathered unbeknownst to him. His eyes snapped shut as he returned the gentle kiss.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack could have lingered against those lips for hours and never gotten tired. He sucked at Ianto's bottom lip, so full and lucious that he had a hard time keeping his eyes off it on any normal day. He tasted clean in a way Jack wasn't used to. There was no whiskey this time. Nothing clouding his judgement.

And nothing stopping him, either.

[coffee_sir]

Jack knew how to kiss. There was no arguing with that. Ianto couldn't help himself leaning forward to prolong the kiss, keep his lips pressed against Jack's warm mouth. He wasn't sure though, wasn't sure what Jack wanted, and pulled back fractionally, looking at him.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Nothing stopping him except a lack of Ianto. Jack opened his eyes and backed up a fraction as well while he licked his lips. "Thanks for the dance," he said softly, bringing his hand off Ianto's jaw, down over his throat, and finally ghosting over his chest before breaking contact.

[coffee_sir]

God, he wanted to pull him back now, pull him back and fall onto his bed without a care. Instead he restrained, eyes shutting briefly to let him savor the light touches, opening again when the hand fell away. "Anytime," he responded.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled slowly, looking down at Ianto's tie. "Did you get anything? I heard a dog..."

[coffee_sir]

"The dog's not mine," he replied. "I got a wardrobe." He tried to keep the smirk from tugging at this lips again, but failed. "Full of suits. Quite nice."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Both eyebrows crept higher. "Oh? So...no suits from the eighties with skinny ties, then? I was hoping," he grinned, teasing.

[coffee_sir]

"Sorry to disappoint you," he teased back. "But it seems I won't have to beg from the clothes bin any time soon. You'll have to do without."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll manage. Somehow," he laughed. "Just keep doing the laundry I have and...oh, I should mention. Never, ever do Ace's laundry. Even if you just think you're being nice."