Ianto was gonna kill him. Well, OK maybe beat him to a pulp and then kill him.
"I'll just fill the SUV and meet ya there, Yan." Jack said, pulling Ianto's arm toward the lift.
"But the reservation is for 7:30 Jack, we can't be late. It's a three month waiting list." Ianto hated the whine in his voice and winced. Turning he faced Jack.
"Look, Cariad. I'll grab the table and order some wine. You bring your smile, yeah?" he tried to water down his demand and was rewarded with a "Jack Harkness Special" that never failed to tighten his groin in such a way.
As they were swallowed into the evening darkness of the hub's upper levels Jack tried to swallow Ianto's tongue. With a giggle Ianto slid his hand down the back of Jack's trousers and began to knead the taut butt cheek as Jack's moan was muffled by their sealed lips.
With a quick snog and bum grope they entered the plas, separating to head toward their promised smutty evening and Ianto watched Jack race away from him for the SUV panting like a puppy. He couldn't quite swallow the giggle at the image brought to mind of Jack on his knees begging. Yeah. Maybe later.
Ianto thought to himself that the "Jack Harkness Special" was far superior to the "Jackie Boy Lear" he usually flicked on like a light switch. Ianto wondered, not for the first time, what Jack's real name might be. Did he even have an Earth name? Did he even remember it?
The van that sped past caused Ianto to miss a step which irritated him no end as proper posture and rhythmic strides always calmed him and he was still trying to regroup his stride when the hands grabbed his arms, swinging him around, slamming him onto the wall.
Ianto was barely aware that the pavement was extremely dirty and they were never gonna get another reservation before darkness enveloped him.