mia_zeklos (mia_zeklos) wrote,

There Isn't a Train I Wouldn't Take (Jack/Ianto)

Title: There Isn't a Train I Wouldn't Take
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: By a tumblr request, an "I was trying to take a sneaky picture of you because I told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward" AU.
Author's Notes: Exactly what it says on the tin.

I just saw the hottest guy you could possibly imagine.

Jack’s fingers stilled over the screen of his phone as he chanced another look up at the stranger in the seat opposite of his. He was wearing a sharp dark suit with a deep blue shirt underneath and he was staring out of the window, which only gave Jack an excuse to keep enjoying the sight.

Dark hair, blue eyes – precisely Jack’s type, no matter how narcissistic that seemed – and he looked him up and down appraisingly once more. There was something so innocent in that smooth, pale face and Jack profusely hoped that he wasn’t ogling a student.

His phone buzzed in his hand and Jack looked down to see a text from Gwen. Just how hot are we talking?

Out of this world, Jack replied quickly and then grinned at the expected, Show me.

He raised his phone a little, trying to go unnoticed, and turned the camera on. He made sure he had the man in focus and then pressed the button.

And the flashlight went off.

Jack felt himself blush all the way to his hairline – something that really didn’t happen often – as the man turned around to face Jack, his unusually big eyes growing even larger as he stared at him inquisitively.

“S-sorry, the phone is new and I’m not sure what I’m doing yet and–”

“It’s okay,” the man said, a small smile curling those perfect lips and really, Jack should have been more focused on how much he’d fucked up and not on how inviting a stranger’s mouth was. He was Welsh, too, if the accent was something to go by, and his voice was deep and melodic if strangely quiet. “I can show you, if you’d like. I got mine half a year ago.” Only then Jack noticed that the man was holding a phone in his hand, completely identical to his own.

He could hardly believe his luck. Without giving it a second’s thought, Jack grinned and nodded, quickly moving next to the young man. “Jack Harkness,” he said, extending his hand and the man shook it with a smile.

“Ianto Jones. Well, sir–”

“Call me Jack, please,” he cut in.

“Well, Jack,” Ianto corrected himself with a smile, “this is the power button. I think that’s what you were aiming for when you accidentally pressed–”

And, with a sigh of content as that lovely voice kept going, Jack happily received instructions for a phone he could use perfectly well.
Tags: au, ianto jones, jack harkness, jack/ianto, torchwood

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