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Who: Ianto and YOU
What: Coffee. Americano. Espresso. Cafe Latte. Need I go on?
Where: Queequeg's
When: during a slow hour
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Warnings: Once your character tastes Ianto's coffee, they will be ruined for all other coffee forever.

Ianto let out a breath. The morning rush was finally over, the manager was beaming, and the supply of ground coffee had dwindled as the mess behind the counter had grown. Day after day, the lines out the door had been getting progressively longer as word of Ianto's coffee spread, and Ianto was now fairly certain people were going well out of their way for it. He'd spotted some customers he was sure weren't even residents of Mog Hill. If he ever wanted to take over Baedal, he figured he could successfully pull a Starbucks.

While it was flattering almost to the point of embarrassment, it was also irritating since it dirtied up his kitchen (yes, his kitchen), and dealing with demanding customers wasn't his favorite way to spend a morning. Thankfully, his co-workers were taking out the trash and cleaning the counters, leaving Ianto free to grind more of his special blends in preparation for the next rush.

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Jack comes into Queequeg's basically whenever he's got a free moment, and he's sure that the rest of the staff must wonder what the hell he's doing there all the time, visiting Ianto, if the other man hadn't told them anything about it already that is. He could wait in line, but he sees that Ianto's not currently manning the counter, but working on grinding beans instead, so he sidles up to the counter away from the line, leaning against it.

"Know anyone in here that might be able to show me a good time?" Jack asks, smiling widely in a greeting to the other man, hoping that maybe he can coerce him to sit down with him and take a break. Or maybe his shift is over soon? Jack can't keep track of these things.

Ianto is torn between rolling his eyes and smiling. He manages both, and adds a blush to the mix, much though he sincerely wishes he didn't blush so easily.

"Not a soul," he teases, his back still turned, "But I have it on good authority that my coffee is positively orgasmic." He glances furtively at his co-workers, who are thankfully otherwise occupied. His co-workers are gossips who have been plying him for details since the first day Jack walked in the door and flashed that charming grin. They all have their suspicions that Jack and Ianto are together, and yet with no confirmation, they still hold out hope that Jack is available. He's having a bit of fun stringing them along, even as he's completely unsure how to define their relationship anyway.

"Oh yeah?" Jack says, with a wide grin. He's pleased that he's gotten that blush out of Ianto. Because it means that he's doing something right, with this flirting here. Might as well keep it up. He's always loved it when Ianto gets flustered about things as he does, after all. There's something self-satisfying about making someone as buttoned up and proper as Ianto is squirm, after all.

"I have it on good authority that a whole lot more than your coffee can be like that," he says, grinning wider. "What time do you get off of work here?" he throws on at the end. He genuinely does want to know. He's hoping that he can spend some time with him, since he's got this whole chunk of free time right now and all.

Ianto's smile widens despite himself and the completely inappropriate conversation they're having in public. But how else should any self-respecting man respond to a compliment about his sexual talents? He mentally preens for a moment before rejoining the matter at hand.

"Just after I'm done with this, actually," he responds, tapping the canister against the counter to level the mound of coffee grounds inside. "I just have one more. Do you want a cup before I clock out?"

Jack chuckles at the look that the other man gets when he compliments his sexual prowess, but it's true. Ianto's good in bed, and Jack knows it. Why not let the other man know it too? Who cares about the fact that they're currently in the coffee shop that Ianto works at with the other man still being on duty and everything.

"I'd love one," he says, with a grin. "The last great cup of coffee that this place makes today, and it's going to me. To think that I should be so privileged," he says, with another smirking smile.

"It's possible I may be biased," he quips. "But don't tell the other regulars. Wouldn't want to cause a riot."

With elegant and practiced precision, Ianto sets the closest machine to brewing. The way he touches it is almost affectionate, like it's a conscious being that must be coaxed and gentled into cooperating with such ease. Ianto Jones, coffee machine whisperer. Ask not his ways.

In little time at all, the coffee is done, perfectly brewed and finely tailored to be just as Jack likes it. Ianto presents it with a smile. "Your coffee, sir."

Jack took the coffee from Ianto, breathing in the smell with a smile and a sigh. "You're a godsend, Ianto Jones," he said, with a smile. He knew better than to try to drink it right then, so freshly hot in the cup, but he'd treasure it once it was cool enough.

"Does this mean I get to take the coffee and you to go now, then?" he asked, with a grin. "You did say you were off once you'd done this much, after all."

The blush makes a little comeback at the praise. He hears it all the time, but he never ceases to enjoy it. "Let me clock out and I'll be with you shortly. Try not to harass the other customers too badly while I'm gone." He knows Jack will probably take this to mean that the employees are fair game, but you can't win them all.

Five minutes later, his apron is removed and he strolls out from behind the counter to join Jack, officially off the clock.

Jack nods, watching Ianto disappear into the employee's only area. Just because he's promised, he's not harassing the customers. That doesn't mean that he's not chatting them up though. To be fair, they were the ones to initiate the conversation. To Jack, that makes it fair game. Besides, as soon as Ianto's free, Jack excuses himself from them with a comment and a wink that has the pair of ladies giggling as they left, although what he said is any man's guess.

"Mmm, the apron suits you, but this is good too," he says, putting an arm around Ianto shoulders. "Shall we, then?" he asks, and turns to lead the pair of them out.

"If you're good, I'll wear the apron for you later. Just the apron," he replies smoothly, welcoming the embrace with an arm around Jack's waist. And then, casually, as if he hadn't just blatantly propositioned Jack with kinky apron sex, "So where are we off to? Lunch?" He's feeling just a tad peckish, but can hold off a while if Jack has something else in mind.

"Well. I guess I'll just have to be on my best behavior, then, now won't I?" Jack joked, with a smile. At Ianto's question, though, he shrugged. "Well. Lunch is a good idea. Although I was thinking that there's something else we should do, if you've got the time. I think there's somewhere that I want to show you..." If Ianto liked the place, though, well. Then they were killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. "We could do both. I don't know in what order, though. It depends on how hungry you are right now."

Ianto looked at Jack inquisitively, intrigued. He quickly decided he was more curious than he was hungry. "Lunch can wait. What do you want to show me?"

Jack shook his head. "You'll see," he said, mysteriously. "We're headed to Flyside, though." Which, of course, was Ianto's cue that he should start directing them to the nearest train to catch a ride there. Yes, Jack knew how to get there himself, but he liked it when Ianto took charge of things like this, and he was pretty sure that somewhere inside himself, Ianto enjoyed being able to do so as well.

"Right." With the turn of a foot and the slightest shift of pressure, Ianto began to lead them toward the train station. It was a long-ingrained response that when Jack used that tone of voice, Ianto would step up and take charge. It worked as well in situations like this, or in the field, as it did in the bedroom, and Ianto had long since stopped questioning Jack's reasons. They both knew how to get to Flyside, but if it pleased Jack to follow Ianto, Ianto was pleased to lead. Jack wasn't wrong that Ianto found it enjoyable, even if he didn't fully understand why.

The train was just arriving at the station when they got there, and a quick ride followed by a transfer and another quick ride had them disembarking in Flyside.

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Jack smiled as he happily let Ianto take charge of the situation and where they were going. He had fond memories of the other man taking command in various situations and positions, after all. As soon as they disembark in Flyside, though, Jack's taking charge of where they're going, leading Ianto down streets and sidestreets and humble little alleyways until he just randomly stopped in front of a row of residences.

"And we're here," he said, with a flourish and another smile.

"Oh..." Ianto looked up at the houses, immediately charmed by their old world grace. Victorian by the look of them, and beautiful. All of Flyside was like something out of a steampunk film, but what little he'd seen of it so far was bustling and commercial. He'd somehow missed the quiet, residential back streets.

"Here? What's here?" He looked at Jack, barely daring to hope this had anything to do with their house hunting.

Well. Jack wasn't going to pretend to be any good at these things, or at reading Ianto's expression at that moment. He hoped that it was a good reaction he was getting, he wanted it to be a good reaction. He rather liked the little duplex that he'd found just randomly as he'd been out walking around earlier that week.

"Well. What do you think? Because... I think. I mean. I was kind of hoping that this could be ours..." God, what was it about the man in front of him that reduced him to a stuttering teenager sometimes. He would be embarrassed about it if he didn't honestly, earnestly want Ianto to like his idea, here.

Ianto's face lit up. "Really? It's for sale? In our budget?" He looked back at the house again, disbelieving. It wasn't that their budget was overly small, but in Ianto's experience, this was the kind of house you held onto for generations. If you had to sell, it would go for a premium, if it were in any kind of decent condition at all. But then again, that was on Earth, and this was Baedal.

"Can we see inside?" Ianto did his best not to get overexcited. It looked great from the outside, but maybe it was a fixer-upper.

Jack nodded in reply to all of Ianto's questions. "Yes, yes, and...would you like to go inside then?" he asked, with a smile. He was relieved and, well, pretty happy with the fact that Ianto seemed to be loving the place already. "Because that can definitely be arranged. I've kinda. Already expressed an interest with to the landlord." Since Jack was pretty much in love with the place as well. And. He kind of put money down on it already. He stepped forward to the letter box, pulling a key out of it.

"I... Kind of asked ahead," he said, trying not to be awkward about it, but failing a little bit too.

Ianto's smile widened affectionately. Jack was never sweeter than when he was nervous and awkward, a rarity that Ianto had only seen once before and had been too nervous and awkward himself at the time to appreciate. He'd be a little less pleased if he knew Jack had already put money down without consulting him, but thankfully he didn't.

"What are we waiting for, then?" Without stopping to think twice about it, Ianto grabbed Jack's hand in his own and strode purposefully toward the front door.

Jack smiled wide back at Ianto as the other man tugged him along towards the front door. He flourished the key, opening the door for the other man before gesturing him forward. "It's...a duplex, obviously. But it's connected. And we could make it even more connected, the landlord said. Y'know. If we wanted to that is..."

The house was beautiful, if bare, and it was all Ianto could do to keep himself from putting the cart before the horse and insisting they take the place before they'd even done an inspection. Jack's words just further eroded all attempts at being practical and made his heart flutter.

"This is beautiful, Jack..." He squeezed Jack's hand and tugged him in a little farther, taking in sloping ceilings and the spiral staircase and the light filtering in the windows onto the hardwood floors. "We should put in an offer. Have an inspection done, of course," he added in hurriedly, knowing his enthusiasm was getting the better of him, "but this is perfect..." He trailed off, looking at Jack like Jack had just given him the world's best birthday and Christmas presents rolled into one.

Jack smiled softly back at Ianto, nearly blushing for how pleased he was that Ianto was looking at him like he was. "Well... It's currently owned by the bank. The woman who owned both sections died a while ago and they couldn't find any descendants or anyone interested in asking price, so. They knocked it down, and now they're just trying to get it sold. It...probably needs a little upgrading, and a few pieces of upkeep sorts of things here and there, but."

He paused for a moment, gripping Ianto's hand in his own, almost at a loss for words. "Well... I kind of. Asked them to hold it for us anyway. But if you like it." He smiled, again. "Well, the woman at the bank was pretty receptive to my negotiations..."

"'Negotiations', is it?" Gwen's voice echoes in his head, Oh, is that what they're calling it these days? "And by 'hold it,' I assume that means you had to put money down on it?" His eyes narrow a little, but he can't hold the expression for long. He's much too happy to scold, even if Jack is insufferable sometimes.

"You know me too well," he says, by way of reassurance that he isn't going to bite Jack's head off, and then he gives Jack a kiss in reward.

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Jack smiled into the kiss, moving to rest his hands on Ianto's shoulders. "I knew you'd never let me live it down if I found the place but then let someone else buy it before I could show it to you. So I put a little money down on it. It was worth it, right? I mean...you do like it." Right?

"I don't know if it's exactly what you imagined when we talked about this, but. It has a kitchen. And our own bathroom. More than one, even." I do listen, his tone seemed to say.