Ianto heard the soft strains of music emitting from Jack’s office. He found this fact somewhat odd as Jack rarely listened to music when he was in his office working. He gazed up and saw shadows moving around the room. He furrowed his brow as he considered what Jack could be up to. He ascended the stairs quietly, not wanting to bother or interrupt whatever it was that Jack was doing. He paused outside the door and watched Jack sweep around the room, dancing with a seemingly invisible partner. Jack stopped cold when he noticed that he was being watched. As he realized who was there watching him, a bright grin lit up his face.
“Dance with me.” He murmured into Ianto’s ear as he pulled the young man into a dance hold, clutching him tightly to his chest. Ianto’s eyes widened as Jack led him around the small room.
“What’s gotten into you?” Ianto askd.
“Nothing, I’m just in the mood to dance.” Ianto eyed him quizzically. “And no, I’ve not been exposed to any weird dancing alien gas . . . As far as I know at any rate.”
Ianto struggled trying to keep up with Jack, who obviously was a much better dancer then he was. He really was ill prepared for the foxtrot and jitterbug.
“I don’t mean to complain Jack, but I am really not familiar with this dance.”
“I noticed, but don’t worry about it. You’re doing fine.” Ianto attempted to keep up with him for several more minutes, but after banging his leg into the desk for the fifth time, he decided he had enough.
“Jack, if you really want to dance, then let’s go somewhere with a bit more room.” Jack’s eyebrows shot up.
“Really?” Ianto nodded. “You know a place?”
“Well I’m familiar with a place where you can dance with whomever you like and no one cares, but I don’t think they’ll be doing much of this style of dance.” Jack shrugged.
“That’s too bad. They don’t know what they’re missing.” He responded before spinning Ianto and dipping him back in dramatic fashion. Ianto gazed up into Jack’s beautiful blue eyes, so full of life and excitement at the moment. He flashed another wicked grin down at Ianto.
“Then again, maybe we should stay in and do something else.” Ianto whispered. Jack considered the comment for a few seconds.
“How about we do both, I really am in the mood to dance.” Ianto shrugged as Jack eased him back into a standing position after giving him a quick kiss on his nose.
“Just one thing Jack, what are you going to wear?”
“Something wrong with my clothes?” He asked as he looked down at himself.
“No, not at all. It’s just that, well, you might be considered a bit overdressed at this place.” Jack raised an eyebrow as he ran a questioning look up and down Ianto’s well tailored form.
“I’ve got a change of clothes here.” He replied quickly.
“So you don’t think my clothes would be appropriate for a night out of dancing?” Ianto shot him a sardonic look.
“Jack, in the time I’ve known you, I’ve only ever seen you in essentially what you’re wearing now.”
“Or nothing at all.” Jack interjected.
“Yeah, that too.” Ianto stammered as he blushed furiously. “ Not that what you’re wearing is bad, it’s just. . .” He sighed deeply. “It’s just a bit dated.” Jack feigned a look of mock horror.
“So I look old?” Ianto shook his head, wishing to God he had just kept his mouth shut in the first place.
“You look fine, great even, but we’re going to a place where your look would hardly be considered the norm. You’d be noticed, but then again, you’d probably enjoy that.” Jack smiled sweetly, no sense in denying the truth he reckoned.
“I’ll have you know Ianto Jones that this is not the only style of clothing I own. I just happen to prefer it is all.” Ianto nodded.
“Do you even own a pair of denim trousers?” Jack pursed his lips as he considered the question.
“No, but I’ve got something better.” Ianto looked at him strangely.
“Wanna see?” Ianto nodded his head vigorously. This should be interesting he thought. “Tell you what, meet me back here in 10 minutes. Change into your outfit and I’ll do the same, then we’ll compare who’s dressed more . . .” He made the quotation mark sign with his fingers, “appropriately.” He gave Ianto a sarcastic smile as he headed up the stairs to his quarters. He hoped he could remember what he had done with that outfit, better yet, he still hoped he’d be able to fit into it.
Ianto stood and watched until Jack disappeared our of sight. He wondered what Jack was going to come back wearing. Knowing him, he’d probably stroll down the stairs wearing nothing but a smirk. He rolled his eyes as he considered this, not that it would be the worst possible thing. Actually, as he thought about it, it occurred to him that it might be the best thing, this way avoiding a public outing. He still didn’t know what had possessed him to mention going to a club in the first place. He glanced down at his watch, he only had 7 minutes now to get ready, better start moving.
Six minutes later, Ianto stood impatiently at the end of the stairs. He had changed into a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt which fit snuggly across his chest, his denim jacket was on the desk in front of him. He glanced down at his watch. Ten minutes came and went, then eleven. He drummed his fingers on the desktop nervously.
“Jack it’s been twelve minutes now.” He yelled as he glanced into the mirror on Gwen’s desk. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, making sure that every strand was in place.
“You ready?” Jack called out. Ianto rolled his eyes, just knowing a naked Jack with some sort of strategically placed ornamentation was about to head down the stairs.
“Anytime . . .” Ianto began but was unable to complete his train of thought as he watched Jack step out of his office. Jack was clad in a obscenely tight pair of leather trousers, a t-shirt and matching black leather vest. He looked like a gay porn movie come to life Ianto decided.
“Well, what do you think?” He asked as he spun around and modeled the outfit at the top of the stairs. Ianto blinked rapidly, gulped, then swallowed hard. “Cat got your tongue?” Jack asked teasingly as he glided down the stairs.
“Where did you get that?” Ianto asked when he was finally able to formulate sentences again.
“This old thing? I’ve had it for years.” He answered dismissively. He chuckled quietly to himself, if only Ianto had a clue about how long he had actually had this outfit. He had nearly forgotten about it. He considered that the last time he had worn it, he had been mortal. It certainly brought back a lot of memories for him as he slid the leather over his skin.
“You can’t wear that.” Ianto stuttered. His eyes wide with awe and shock.
“And what’s wrong with this?” he asked exasperatedly, hands on hips.
“It’s, it’s . . .obscene.” Jack gave him a startled look before throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
“Isn’t this more of what you were talking about. More appropriate for a night on the town?”
“Um, sort of.” Ianto ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to think. He slowly paced down the corridor. Jack snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled his neck.
“I like what you’re wearing by the way.” He whispered lustfully into Ianto’s ear. “You look good enough to eat.” Ianto spun quickly to face Jack, planting a passionate kiss on his mouth. Jack couldn’t help but return Ianto’s ardor and within seconds, their hands and mouths were all over each other. When Ianto moved to push the vest off Jack’s shoulders, his hands were caught in Jack’s own stronger ones.
“Not so fast Jones. You’re not getting out of taking me dancing that easily.” He gave a wink and a sly smile. “But nice try.” He backed away from the panting Welshman, straightening himself up in the process. “You ready?” Ianto looked at him bewilderedly.
“You’re serious about this?” Jack nodded quickly.
“Quite. So are you ready?” Ianto groaned quietly as he willed his erection to dissipate. He wasn’t having much luck. Watching Jack strut around in that outfit, his sense of self control had rapidly run from the building. Right now, all he wanted to do was tear the clothing off Jack, with his teeth.
“You sure you wouldn’t rather stay in tonight.? I’m sure there are plenty of things we could do here, far more interesting things. We could . . .”
“Not going to work Ianto.” Jack responded as he tossed him his jacket.
“You’re telling me that you’re actually turning down sex?” Ianto asked unbelievably as he tucked his shirt back into his jeans.
“For now.” Jack gave him a smug smile. “So are you driving or should I?”
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