When Love Walked In

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out the thicker sections before globbing more orange onto the bristles and repeating the action.
Up and down and up and down. He needed some pink
Ianto Jones, if you don t open this door right now, I m eating your croissant!
His stomach growled as it heard the threat, the slight churning finally pulling Ianto from his
haze. He blinked his blues eyes several times before putting down his brush and wiping his
hands on a nearby rag. He walked to the door, opened it and grabbed the bags from the visitor s
hands.
What? No good morning kiss? Jack pouted as he shut the heavy door behind him. Ianto was
already placing the food onto his made bed.
You ll get your kiss after I start the coffee, Ianto informed his boyfriend.
Ooh, please do not let me stop you! Off you go! Jack laughed when Ianto rolled his eyes, but
still turned to carry out the task.
Slapping his hands together with a resounded bang, Jack set to work unpacking their makeshift
picnic breakfast. He pulled the duvet off of the bed with a flourish and laid it out neatly on the
floor. Next, he removed the napkins, paper plates and utensils from one bag and set the table.
The food was placed onto the plates with the accoutrements of butters and jams. Once
everything was displayed to Jack s liking, he grabbed the two thin pillows from the
mattress and tried to fluff them up before placing them by each setting.
Jack, I just made that bed, Ianto complained with a grin.
Jack stood up as Ianto approached him. When he was within reach, the older man grabbed his
lover and placed a full kiss on waiting lips. Good morning, Ianto.
Morning, Jack. This all looks quite lovely, but to what do I owe this pleasure?
What? I can t just surprise my boyfriend, whom I ve missed seeing these past few days, with
fresh baked goodies and paper plates?
What s going on? I may not have known you for long, but I know that innocent look of
yours.
Jack placed a hand over his heart and gasped. Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Jones? Well,
I never.
Yes, you do, and often. Ianto silenced the beginnings of Jack s next mocking protest with a
peck on his mouth. Do you want to tell me now or after I get the coffee?
After. Meanwhile, you can tell me why you kept me waiting on your doorstep for so long. I
hope you aren t hiding another lover? Normally, I say the more the merrier, but I don t like the
idea of anyone else touching you.
No worries, there, cariad. I m yours alone. Ianto paused briefly, a bit embarrassed at his
admission. He cleared his throat and moved on. I was painting and I didn t want to break the
mood.
Ooh, and what mood was that?
It wasn t sexual, Jack. Well, not exactly sexual, but it was intense. I finally had a brilliant idea
for my exhibition last night and I had to keep on it.
What exhibition? Jack asked, immediately feeling Ianto tense by his side. Jack wracked his
brain, desperately trying to recall if Ianto mentioned this beforehand. He didn t think so. Usually
he hung onto Ianto s every word when he spoke about his paintings; Ianto s eyes sparkled and he
bit the edge of his lower lip in the cutest fashion which really turned Jack on. He loved it when
Ianto talked about his work, even when it was negative. Then his cheeks would redden and his
powerful, graceful fingers would clench into a fist. But, Jack was certain Ianto never mentioned
preparing for an exhibition. Are you doing a show soon?
Ianto nodded, a curl of hair falling onto his forehead. He brushed it away, but it refused to stay
back. Frustrated, he ran his hand through his slightly unruly locks. I am in a few weeks
actually.
You never mentioned this, Jack commented, wondering why, but not wanting to ask. He hoped
Ianto would supply the answer.
I know. A friend of mine contacted me a few days ago and said a spot opened up unexpectedly
for an exhibition at his boss s gallery. He needed to fill it and thought of me. The exhibit is for
young artists. They want to show the modern view of Par�, show the city through our eyes, so to
speak. It s trite, I know, but I couldn t turn it down. Money is money after all.
And getting your name out there is important too. Is it a prominent gallery?
Up and coming, very modern in its approach. The older, more established groups think it s
beneath them, but even they can t deny the rise of modern art!
I think it s great, Ianto. Congratulations. He hugged Ianto to him, squeezed gently and placed a
kiss on his head. Do I& get to go or at least see your work?
Ianto pulled away from Jack s embrace quickly, sensing his concern. Of course you do! Oh
God, I m sorry, Jack. I m sorry I didn t tell you sooner. It was nothing personal at all. I really
want you to be there, always did. Shit, I screwed up.
You said it wasn t personal, so why the secrecy?
Don t know, really. I guess I m still not used to having someone to answer to.
You make it sound like a business relationship, Jack grumbled, stepping away and walking to
the wet canvas.
I didn t I don t Damnit! I just meant that I m not used to full disclosure. We re together and
I should be able to tell you everything. I want to, but sometimes, I just need to keep things to
myself while I suss them out. I didn t mean to hurt you.
Ianto, it s fine. It s over with and we re fine. You weren t ready to tell me. His back was rigid
as he blindly took in the fledging piece of art, his body language clearly telling Ianto that he
wasn t fine.
I didn t tell anyone! I only told Homme and Ballanger so I could get time off work to& work.
And this is what you re working on? Jack gestured to the black, white and orange canvas in
front of him. He could barely understand what he was looking at, but he thought it was a wall
with windows and& . rectangles?
This is the start of the second piece. I have a few pieces from a few months back that I m going
to show, but I wanted something brand new too. Then this came to me and I m really excited
about it, Jack.
Can you tell me what it is?
Ianto stood beside him, letting their shoulders touch. He felt Jack relax slightly with their
proximity and he was relieved. It s going to be a series of three paintings relating to my studio.
They wanted my view on Par� and what better way to show it than by painting what I see daily?
A series of three?
Mmhm. Each one will be slightly different, different angle, different colors. It s an evolution.
Each piece makes sense individually, but together, it s a story.
And what story are you telling? Jack looked over at Ianto, intrigued.
Ianto returned the gaze, his blue eyes shining in the morning sun. I can t tell you. Not until it s
completed. Please, don t ask me to. I just want&
Hey. Jack placed his hands on Ianto s cheeks, forcing him to face the slightly taller man. You
don t have to tell me anything you don t want to tell me. We re together, but I don t want you to
feel forced into telling me everything. This just threw me a little. You talk about your art so
much. I m here all the time! I just didn t understand why you were keeping this from me.
For no good reason, Jack.
You know I support this, right? You re so talented, Ianto, and I couldn t be happier that you ve
got this opportunity. I was just being an arse. Forgive me?
Always. Ianto closed the distance between them and kissed Jack sweetly. So, can we have
breakfast and you can tell me what you came over here for in the first place? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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