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Ianto really was not sure exactly what had made him decide to open up the coffee shop. The travel agency front had never been his idea, and this was something he was actually good at, unlike the few attempts at intentionally discouraging people from brochure perusing at the other 'shop'. If he was going to sit around in any form of store, better it be one he actually could get some form of accomplishment or enjoyment from.

He had just finished setting everything up, and made a cup of industrial strength coffee, just the way Jack liked it, for when the immortal man cam back into the coffee shop. The young Welshman was leaning as casually as he could on the counter of his brand new barista, watching the seconds tick by on his stopwatch and the steam rise from Jack's coffee cup.

What he had just offered, however indirectly, had brought a faint flush to his cheeks and a thrill in his chest that only two people had ever managed to bring out in him. He had slanted the heavy blinds shut and locked up the door, now all he needed was to wait for Jack to come up through the 'employee's only' door that led to the storage room and on into Torchwood: New Moore.

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Jack had spent most of the day going over the files of the people who had been released from New Moore over the last month or so, having found himself spending a particularly long amount of time pouring over the files of Stephanie Brown and Rory Pond, trying not to get too wrapped up in losing his friend and teammate.

The notice that Ianto's coffee shop would be opening the next day gave Jack a boost in his mood, leaving him pleasant, optimistic, and as always, at least a little amorous. He was excited to see everything fully completed, as he knew just how hard Ianto was working to get everything set up, and ever the perfectionist, Ianto wasn't allowing Jack to really see it until it was all set up.

Stretching his arms and back, Jack Emerged from Torchwood and knocked at the "Employees Only" door and carefully opened it to take a peek inside.

"Is it safe?" he teased.

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Ianto let Jack in with a swing of the door. He had spent the entire day carefully setting everything up until it was to his satisfaction. Everything in its place, cleaned and organized.

"Around you, Jack? I doubt much is."

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Jack met Ianto's eyes and smiled warmly before giving him a playful cock of his eyebrow. "Cute. Still your boss, you know. And I'm not sure I like that attitude." He smiled once more and stepped through, looking around the small, cozy little shoppe and nodding his approval. It was very Ianto in a way, even with its deliberate unwelcome nature, it spoke of its owner in a very distinct manner.

"Nice... very nice, Ianto. This is actually perfect." He leaned over to kiss his cheek, his eyes taking another sweep of the little shop before meeting those of his lover once again. "So? Are you going to give me the grand tour?"

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Ianto fought very hard not to blush at the compliments. He cleared his throat, straightening his suit and glancing around the shop. It was night, and most of the lights were off. The office he had re-purposed for this had been large, but with only one window by the door, and that was covered with a dark brown curtain.

He shut the door into the warehouse behind Jack and took a few steps backward into his cafe, until he was standing in front of one of the three small tables.

"In case you have not noticed, Jack, there really is not much of a tour to give." He seemed amused more than anything, that faint, barely there smirk he only got when he was talking to the Torchwood crew, making some form of private joke.

"Tables, the door to the warehouse, and of course," He gestured in the direction of the counter, lined with his supplies both on and behind it. You almost couldn't tell the place had been a drab, abandoned warehouse office just a weak before.

It was a step up from the travel agency front, and it was clear Ianto had actually cared about the work he put into it. He was meticulous about most everything he did, but this was something a bit more.

"Does it pass inspection, Captain?"

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Jack looked around the little cafe, pride in his lovely colleague shining through his smile and the way his shoulders rolled back to let his hands rest on his hips. It was quite a cute little coffeeshoppe and Jack could clearly see how proud Ianto was of his cover, passing off a very convincing storefront. And leagues better than the travel agency.

"This is very, very nice. You should really be proud of yourself, Ianto," Jack said, smiling broad. "You really worked hard to pull all of this together, and you know what? It turned out to be absolutely perfect and fantastic." He wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, his hands reaching into the back pockets of his trousers and pulling him close. "I would say that it most definitely passes inspection."

He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It still smelled like paint and drywall, but the scent of freshly-brewed coffee was also lingering in the air, pulling an appreciative hum from Jack. "And do I smell the first cup of coffee brewed in your brand new store? Do I get to be your very first customer?"

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Ianto picked the already prepared mug of coffee back up offering it to Jack with a genuinely bright smile. It feels good to be here with Jack. New Moore was not exactly safe, but so far it seemed a lot safer than Cardiff or London had been

"First cup of coffee ever brewed in the shop."

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"Thank you, Ianto Jones." Jack withdrew his hands, albeit in a slow and flirtatious manner, and took the mug from Ianto, letting his fingers linger over his. He took a moment to let the warming scent of the coffee waft in through his nostrils, a pleasant sensation even with the nice weather outside. He took his first sip, savouring the heat and biting bitterness of his brew. Ianto had always been better at coffee than Jack was, and he was happy that Ianto finally had a chance to do something with his talent.

"It's fantastic," he said in a satisfied, almost dreamy voice. "Quite possibly one of your finest, Mr. Jones..."

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"Now you are just trying to flatter me."

It was working. Was it ever working. "You approve, then?"

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"Of course I am. But that doesn't mean that it isn't genuine." He smiled a coy little smile and took another sip, letting it warm him from the inside out. The drink seemed to loosen him up a bit, his shoulders sagging and his stance easing a little.

"I more than approve, Mr. Jones. If you'll have me, I'll be your best customer." And he meant 'have' in every sense of the word. Naturally.

Jack lowered the mug from his lips, setting it down upon one of the tiny cafe tables so that he could have his hands and mouth free when he grabbed Ianto by the backside again and catch his lips in the sort of kiss that a lonely, amorous housewife might give to her husband freshly home from work.

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Ianto let himself be swept into it. There was just something about Jack, that left Ianto feeling like he would never get enough. He wanted to dive into him, and other times he just wanted to freeze time and stand still with Jack.

He kissed back, pulling Jack's lower lip between his teeth. He pressed into Jack's warmth, one hand sliding to his neck to hold his head in place.

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Jack wasn't going anywhere. Not with the promise of making full use of the solitude with his lover. With a practised precision and skill, Jack did dive straight into his kiss, taking the reciprocated actions as a hint that his hands were free to wander the man as they pleased, trailing up his back and his front. Jack's fingers curled around the silk tie, tugging at it something like a leash and encouraging closeness. It was for this reason most of all that Jack loved Ianto's suits, apart from the amazing silhouette that a sharp, pressed suit gave to him. Ianto really was a wonder.

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Ianto's desires burned into a flame, his kiss becoming hungry and insistent as he poured all of his heart into it. He pressed into Jack's body and kept pressing forward almost desperately.
He needed Jack, and he was making sure the immortal knew it.

He only pulled back from the kiss when his lungs began to burn, resting his forehead against Jack's to catch his breath.

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Jack was feeding off of Ianto's desires and his insistence and need, using it to fuel his own actions as he backed himself up slowly into the counter where the cash register sat, leading, but letting Ianto unload his need onto him. He was a little thankful when Ianto came up for air, feeling himself surprisingly light-headed as well. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, he decorated Ianto's lips with playful little kisses.

One hand still clutching the tie, Jack removed his other hand to pull off his suspenders and begin making quick of the buttons. "I need you, Ianto..." Jack purred, his lips brushing against those opposite with every word. He needed Ianto, and he knew full well at this point that the feeling was more than mutual, and that his words would be appreciated. "Please."

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Ianto pressed back into each of the soft kisses, fingers fumbling with his own clothing in too much of a rush to get it out of the way. Jack always made him feel as though his entire body was made of butterflies and nervous energy. It was almost embarrassing.

In moments his shirt and vest were gone, the tie still loose around his neck. There was really nothing strange, anymore, to him, about them having sex right here. It was no different than the times Jack convinced him to join him in the office at the old hub.

"Jack," The name was a murmur between their lips and his hands were on Jack's warm, exposed skin, running over his torso, up his sides and back down around his back as he impatiently helped remove Jack's shirt as well.

That admission sent a flurry of excitement and desire straight through him, any time Jack said those words.

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Jack shrugged off the shirt with ease, using the tie to pull Ianto's naked chest against his own, the feeling of the warmth of his skin elating him, and the wake of the path of Ianto's hands setting his skin ablaze. Even though the two of them had been doing this dance together for some time, Jack could not help himself but to admit that he still got excited when he saw and felt Ianto getting excited and needing him just as much as Jack needed him. He just couldn't help himself but to indulge in this man he loved so much. What he loved most was hearing his name on that beautiful Welsh tongue. Hearing his lover speak to him with that tongue.

Jack's free hand began working at his trousers, yanking them from his hips before greedily reaching over for Ianto's, and ridding him of the annoyance quickly. He even took a moment to rid himself of his shoes before leaning heavy back against the counter and pulling Ianto close against him. "Ianto..." he muttered, before trying his hand at some somewhat awkward Welsh. "Fi angen 'ch" He'd spent enough time in Wales to at least get the phrase, though usually when it was said, it was muffled by mouths, pillows, or lost in panting.

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"Cariad," The word came soft and whispered against Jack's skin, Ianto's lips finding Jack's again. His hands slid down smooth skin as he pulled Jack's lower lip between his teeth, his body pressing closer, hungry, insistent. Please.

"Jack," Skin slid against skin as he leaned into the immortal man, trapping him between Ianto and the counter. He was feeling bold, and maybe it was the recent changes, or maybe it was just a long day spent with images of Jack's body everywhere and anywhere in his coffee shop. Jack was corrupting him. Or maybe he was always this way and Jack just brought it out.

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Jack wasn't sure which it was either, but who was he to complain about the changes he loved so much that he brought in Ianto? It was serving him perfectly well. He loved this shy exhibitionist streak he'd brought out in Ianto, as well as the hidden bits of aggressiveness that would show themselves in moments like these, especially when he could see the normally mild-mannered, sort of dorky coffee boy was brought out of his shell. It gave him a glimpse into what he was really like beneath the professional exterior. Hearing his name from the other, Jack let out a deep groan and pushed a hand into his hair and clenching his fingers in it to give it a slow tug to pull him back just enough to meet Ianto's eyes with a lustful, burning stare.

"I want you to take me on this counter, right now, Ianto Jones... That's an order, you understand?" He asked in a cold, demanding voice. It was clear that he wasn't playing around or being coy this time.

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"Yes Sir." Ianto grinned as he said it, pressing forward again to smother that cold voice in the heated warmth of his mouth. Today? That order was one he was looking forward to following. He reached blindly over the counter as he slid their bodies together, skin on skin, heat against heat.

He found a bottle of hand oil, fumbling with it as he practically rutted against his lover. He poured the oil over his fingers, dropping both hands down to squeeze at Jack's ass and drag him against him. Jack really did bring this out in him. This strange hungry desire that was so strong it broke through the blushing that Jack seemed to try always to find new ways to bring about.

Even now with his actions so bold, he was flushed. But this was the Ianto Jones no one but Jack ever saw, other than in glimpses. He was confident, and fuck he had thought about this all day.

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There was an almost paralyzing friction that Jack got as Ianto pulled them together, the sound of which was swallowed by Ianto's delicious mouth. He loved the feeling of the other man against him, tight and as close as he could get, fitting so well against him. He loved how well the Welshman followed his needy demands, and just how good he felt all over.

The rocking of Ianto's hips was something wonderful, and actually almost too good. He had to break the kiss from his lover to cry out and catch the breath that so seemed to elude him. his knees were growing quickly weaker and weaker with each movement he made, and so with a gentle push, Jack separated the two only long enough for Jack to hop up on the counter and wrap his legs almost seductively around Ianto, pulling him back toward Jack, who wore a seductive little grin on his face.

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His slick fingers stroked between Jack's cheeks, sliding up to cup his balls and roll them lightly before moving back down. His other hand was buried in Jack's hair, crushing their lips together again.

Kissing Jack was intoxicating. Ianto had a feeling the other man could get someone to do anything he wanted and all he would have to do is kiss them. It was so easy to get lost in the immortal's talented mouth. Especially now, with the added taste of coffee lingering rich and strong on his tastebuds.

He pressed two fingers, slick with oil and warm against his hole before working them in. There was very little about Jack that was not addicting. He was handsome, charming, a damn good kisser and the best sex Ianto had ever had. The latter of which he rarely admitted to but it was true.

He wasn't going slow and gentle this time either. He'd been frustrated all day, thinking about Jack, getting sidetracked by the fact that his lover was just a door and some stairs away from him, working on Torchwood, while Ianto busied himself with the new store.

It had made the controlled and calm Welshman a bundle of frustrated and impatient nerves. So in response to that seductive grin, he gave a rougher thrust of his fingers and bit at his lower lip.

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Ianto wasn't the only one who had been completely and utterly frustrated all day with the prospect of just this very thing so close by and so damned available just through that door. But over his extensive lifetime, patience had been something that Jack Harkness had very much grown accustomed to, and learned that the payoff was all the more sweet. And yet he still couldn't help but scold himself mentally when he realised he could have had this much, much earlier in the day.

Jack's head tilted this way and that, his experienced tongue sliding against his lover's tongue, teeth and lips with carefully guided motions. Kissing was a very serious art, and one worth exploring to its fullest at all times. And he certainly couldn't help himself but to enjoy it when Ianto tasted so sweet to him. The things he could do with his mouth were probably criminal in some countries.

Taking a sharp breath when the fingers suddenly found themselves inside him, Jack's teeth caught Ianto's lip when he pulled back to groan. His eyelids fluttered a little while he used his breathing to slowly relax his body under Ianto's unrelenting motions. His mouth bade Ianto's release with the drop of Jack's head backward. His fingers clenched in Ianto's short hair and on the edge of the countertop, clear signs that the immortal man may have been in some discomfort, but that he was certainly enjoying himself, further evidenced by the slightly awkward motions his own hips were making back against the other man's hand.

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They were probably criminal in some galaxies as far as Ianto was concerned. But he kissed back as though he needed Jack like he needed oxygen. Sometimes he started to think it was true.

But then, whenever Ianto had decided to love anyone, he put his entire heart and soul into it. Even knowing the risk he was taking, how could he do any less? This was Jack. His Jack.

How he had managed to capture the immortal man's attentions was still a mystery to him.

Ianto slid his fingers free of his lover, lips brushing his chin, his cheek, everywhere within reach receiving another kiss as his hands found Jack's hips, dragging them closer to him.

"Jack. Cariad." The words were whispered against Jack's lips as Ianto tugged him ever closer.

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Jack let himself be guided that much closer to his lover, loosely securing his legs around him and clutching onto his shoulder. Jack loved it when Ianto spoke to him in his native tongue, and honestly wished that he spoke more Welsh to encourage this behaviour. Unfortunately, the majority of his time spent in Wales was spent literally in Wales.

His fingers trailed Ianto's arms and shoulders, feeling the intensity of the heat beneath his fingertips from the other man and reveling in the smoothness of his skin and how warm he was. "I love you too, Ianto Jones..." Jack's words were whispered on ghosted breath before his lips found their way fully back against Ianto's, something needy and passionate, but searching for depth and just more of everything.