Title: A Little Night Music
Author: Captains Cariad
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Author's Notes: This is what happens in my overactive imagination when I listen to John Barrowman CDs whilst suffering from Torchwood withdrawal (can't wait for Srs 2!)...
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine, but the boys like to play and so do I.
Summary: Late night at the Hub, Ianto can hear music, but where's it coming from?

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The wind buffeted Ianto across the last few yards that lay between him and the Tourist Office facade of the Hub. As he entered bringing a swirling flurry of leaves with him a sudden strong gust meant he had to lean heavily against the door to get it shut. Slipping the bolts into place & locking the door, he hung up his coat. Ianto had decided to return to the Hub after spending several hours unable to sleep (thoughts of the dashing Captain Jack keeping him awake). He figured that he might as well use his time productively & get on with some filing rather than lie in bed tossing & turning until the alarm went off.

Before heading downstairs, he moved to the workstation to check the CCTV. The split screen displayed various areas of Torchwood's underground domain — the hunched shape of a weevil was just visible in the semi-shadow of the cells, but the medical bay, morgue, archive & boardroom were dark; the firing range, Jack's office & the main hub area showed a few more lights. No sign of the Captain though which meant he was either in his quarters or out surveying Cardiff from one of his many rooftop vantage points. No matter - Ianto could soon discover Jack's whereabouts on his way to the archive.

He pressed the button for the concealed entrance, grabbed a box of files from behind the desk & headed into the corridor that led to the depths of the Hub. At the end of the dim passage, he turned left, deciding to take the lift rather than the stairs & continued downwards. Stepping out of the lift as it clanked to a stop Ianto made his way through the huge, cog-like door into the main hub. Half expecting Jack to appear from his office at any moment with a glib remark about "extra-curricular activities" he strode across the metal walkway in search of his boss.
He deposited his box on the sofa in the comfy area and stuck his head round the doorway to Jack's office calling "Sir?" He could see the trapdoor beside Jack's desk was open, the light on, but no reply was forthcoming. Slightly disappointed Ianto hefted the box back onto his hip & walked towards the archive — in the absence of flirty banter filing beckoned.

About halfway down the stairs Ianto stopped; suddenly alert. He could swear he heard piano music. Perhaps Jack was around after all? However, the sound wasn't coming from Jack's quarters & the Captain hadn't shown up on the CCTV; in fact, he wasn't sure his ears weren't just playing tricks on him. Quietly he returned to the top of the steps & listened again. It was faint, but unquestionably piano music. Curiosity getting the better of him Ianto left his box on the nearest surface & made his way towards the sound, which appeared to stem from the direction of the weaponry.

As he passed Jack's office he paused again; ears pricked. Silence. Maybe it was the lack of sleep messing with his mind? He closed his eyes, holding his breath for a moment & sure enough, the music was there again. It was definitely coming from the back corridor. Ianto cautiously rounded the corner & stood in the doorway of the firing range. It was silent & empty save for the cardboard targets, several pairs of safety specs & ear defenders and the locked weapon cupboard. He really must be losing it.

Turning to go he heard the piano once more, this time a rich, velvety voice joined with the notes. Ianto shivered as the singing sent tingles down his spine making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Feeling himself drawn to the sound, he walked down the firing range towards the back wall. The music became louder, but he still couldn't figure out where it originated. Ducking behind the targets Ianto found a door he'd never noticed before - carefully disguised as part of the brickwork & hidden by the cardboard shapes. Stealing himself, he ran his fingers along the edge to find the catch and slid the door gently open.

The room within was filled with richly coloured cushions and in the centre, bathed in soft candlelight was Jack playing a grand piano his back to the door. As Ianto stood gaping at the sight, Jack spoke without turning.

"Come in Ianto - I wondered how long it'd take you to discover me"

Still somewhat taken aback the younger man exclaimed "How did you know it was me!?"

Jack stopped playing, stretched languidly & smiled.

"I'd recognise that aftershave anywhere...and besides I saw you arrive before I came down here"

Reaching out he took the younger man's hand & drew him further into the room.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" he asked stroking Ianto's arm.

In such close proximity to the Captain Ianto felt light-headed & his heart skipped a beat as he saw the longing dancing in Jack's eyes.

"I realised I'd left without saying 'Goodnight'" he replied pulling Jack up from the stool into his arms.

"I'm glad you came back" Jack murmured their lips barely millimetres from each other.

"Me too" eyes closed now, the gap between them disappeared as they fell into a passionate embrace.

It didn't take long for them to shed their clothes. The warm glow of the candles flickering around the room created sensuous shadows on the walls & over their skin. The iridescent light made the smooth contours of Jack's chest even more alluring than Ianto thought possible. God - he was hot.

"Christ, Jack I want you so much" he stated raggedly.

"So I see" Jack teased with a wicked grin eyes straying to Ianto's obvious arousal.

"Come here"

Jack ran his hands down Ianto's torso & across his taut stomach until they rested on his hips. Coaxing the Welshman towards him, he trailed butterfly kisses over his collarbone before dropping to his knees. The muscles in Ianto's groin jumped in anticipation & he had to put a hand on Jack's shoulder to steady himself.

"Close your eyes and just feel" Jack said.

Ianto moaned as the Captain lavished attention on him. He didn't think he could hold out much longer let alone stay upright.

"Jack...I can't...gonna fall..." he spluttered through clenched teeth.

Breaking off momentarily Jack swiftly caught Ianto as his knees gave out & eased them both onto the cushions.

"Talk about falling at my feet" he laughed giving a final lick to the hard length in front of him causing Ianto to buck his hips & cry out as he came.

Seeing his lover sated the older man reached down to administer to his own throbbing cock. Ianto propped himself up on an elbow studying Jack, breath hitching in his throat.

"I love watching you do that"

Eyes clouded with desire Jack managed a hoarse "Wanna give me a hand, so to speak?"

Ianto quickly obliged & hardly had to touch Jack to elicit an animalistic growl from the back of his throat.

Leaning in Ianto gasped in a low, seductive voice "God, you're so sexy" which succeeded in finishing Jack off.

Lying amongst the cushions spent and exhilarated Jack sighed contentedly. Entwining his fingers with the Captain's Ianto said, "I didn't know you could play the piano"

After a moment, Jack chuckled.

"Helps me relax...it's my guilty pleasure - singing musicals. I don't get to the theatre much these days"

Ianto kissed Jack tenderly "We should go — my treat"

With a broad smile, Jack hugged his handsome lover to him.

"I'll hold you to that Mr Jones"

Happily snuggled into the crook of Jack's arm Ianto allowed his eyelids to flutter shut as he concentrated on the sensation of fingers caressing his hair.

"Sing to me cariad" he whispered.

Feeling the pattern of Jack's breathing change beneath his hand as he started to sing Ianto let the sweet sound wash over him lulling him into dreams. A few minutes later Jack placed a chaste kiss on Ianto's forehead.

"Oh, Yan what am I going to do with you?" he asked with affectionate amusement before closing his own eyes & drifting off to sleep.

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