Title: Mistaken Identity
Ratings: Teen – sexual situation
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Two cases of mistaken identity.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is just a silly little thing with a tongue in cheek reference to my just finished series The Captain and The Boy. Comments make me write more!
Jack was late. Ianto had been waiting on a bench outside Costa Coffee for twenty minutes. He wasn’t mad. In their job, sometimes this happened. He had his phone on him. Jack would call him if he needed him or if he needed to cancel so Ianto just had to wait.
Ianto gazed out at the people passing him by. He liked to people watch. It was a sunny day and plenty of people were out and about. He watched them all, trying to guess their stories: shoppers hurrying past; teenagers laughing and shrieking on the corner; old ladies wheeling their trolleys behind them. And there, a man strolling down the street, almost swaggering. The back of the head was familiar. It was Jack! The familiar coat was missing but it was Jack all right. Jack in blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
Ianto shot up and hurried after him. When Jack got going, he focused in. He didn’t tend to look around as he sauntered, not unless he was cruising.
Ianto caught up with him, put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, with a soft smile to let Jack know he wasn’t cross.
Jack looked back at him. Ianto frowned, realising there was something different about the face he was looking at. The skin was completely smooth, the hair was black, no highlights. There was no sadness in his eyes, no darkness, just twinkling. He grinned at Ianto.
“I suppose my line is that I’ve been waiting for you all my life?”
Ianto blinked at him. “Pardon?”
Jack reached around and patted Ianto on the backside. Ianto stared at him in shock. Jack had always respected Ianto’s boundaries and that included not groping him in public. What was the matter with him?
“Not today, sweetheart. I’m busy.”
“Huh, what’s the matter with you?”
Jack glanced around at the crowds. Nobody was paying them any attention. “I guess you’re pretty desperate for a client, right?” He leaned in and kissed Ianto’s cheek. “Tell you what, if I have time I’ll come back later with some cash for you. You’re a pretty boy. I’m sure we’ll have fun together.”
He turned and sauntered away. Ianto was left staring after him in shock. That wasn’t his Jack. That was a Jack from some other time and he thought Ianto was a prostitute. Ianto fought down his indignation and left.
* * *
The latest turned out to be the result of a rampaging weevil. Just the one and Jack had got it sorted in less than an hour. When Ianto appeared at the hub, Jack launched into apologies but Ianto stopped him mid-flow.
“You thought I was a prostitute,” he said, hands on his hips.
Jack blinked at him. “Sorry?”
“Today, I met you. A you from years ago. I don’t know when but…well, you thought I was some sort of prostitute.”
“A rent boy? Now, come on, Ianto. A hot young thing in a pretty suit comes up to me and says he’s been waiting for me, what am I supposed to think?”
Ianto pouted. “I do not look like a rent boy.”
Jack grinned and put his arm around Ianto. “Don’t take it like that. Some of the prettiest boys I’ve met have been renters. Nothing wrong with that.”
“You have…been with rent boys then.”
Jack shrugged. “Yeah, now and then. Not for a couple of years, of course.”
Ianto was still pouting. “I should hope not.”
Jack smiled affectionately at him and tousled his hair. “So, how did I look then?”
“You remember it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I wanna know if you thought I was hot.”
Ianto hesitated, a teasing smile creasing the corners of his mouth. “Um…”
“Ianto,” Jack said dangerously. “Don’t tease me.”
Ianto gave him a little push. “Well, don’t ask such stupid questions. Of course you were hot. You always look hot.”
“Tell you what though,” said Ianto thoughtfully.
Ianto curled an arm round Jack’s waist, then let it roam lower, stroking his tight little ass. “You don’t wear enough denim.”
Jack grinned. “All right,” He took Ianto’s hand. “You come with me. I’ll show you me in denims.”