Rating: PG13? Innuendo?
Authors Notes: for 4amcoffee because she asked for it as a wedding present.
Ianto leaned back in the large leather chair, his feet resting up on top of Jack's desk as he listened to what his little five year old cousin was getting into these days. From the sounds of his harried Aunt, everything. "I swear, I can't get him to keep his hands to himself, he has to touch and taste everything!"
Ianto chuckled softly, imagining young blonde Drystan getting into so much trouble, and then back out of it with one large bright shining smile. Ianto had seen that smile at work, had seen it get the youngster out of quite a lot of trouble; Ianto wished he had been so lucky. "You sound incredibly happy Catrin." Ianto smiled into his mobile as his Aunt laughed and agreed.
"I am. Despite my moaning and belly aching, it is a joy to have my family around me." Ianto recognised that tone that Catrin's voice was taking and he knew before she even opened her mouth again where the conversation was headed.
It didn't do to tell your family members that you worked for a special ops branch of the government that no one knew about, trained in dealing with alien life forms and protecting the human race. It worked even less to say that you were more like the butler for this agency. So everyone at Torchwood had a clever little alibi, a small government job that sent them around investigating small matters.
Ianto investigated tax fraud. It as a glamorous life being the butler to a top secret organisation.
Sighing into the phone, Ianto hoped to cut his Aunt off at the pass. "Well, I'm glad to hear one of us is able to enjoy a family." Ianto fervently hoped that by playing the sad pathetic card, it would get him out of the 'Why haven't you found a nice young welsh girl yet? I know one next door I could introduce you to her...' conversation.
Ianto loved his family dearly, but some things just weren't ever going to happen. Such as his settling down and marring that nice young Gwenith next door.
Ianto picked up a pen off of Jack's desk, happy that if he was at least going to have this conversation (and apparently he was), he was able to do it in the sanctuary of Jack's office and not downstairs where everyone could hear.
"-- you'll find someone soon enough I'm sure of it. Don't you work with anyone, Ianto? You could start there. Most relationships start in the workplace you know." Ianto knew, he knew very well as he made noises of agreement and let his mind wander to Jack.
Yes he had found someone at work to pass the time with (and what a way to make it go) but, this wasn't the time nor the place to come out to Aunt Catrin and tell her that she what she was describing was what he had. Just, the wrong pronoun.
Ianto could tell the conversation was beginning to wind down, now that he had had his "talk" there wasn't much else to say. Ianto listened as Catrin told of the goings and comings of the rest of the family, his mind growing bored and restless as he flipped the pen in the air, trying to catch it one handed.
"Hey, Ianto I was wondering if you wanted to lick chocolate off of my--" Jack entered into his office, carrying a large metal bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.
Ianto, fell out of his chair and rushed over to Jack, trying to shut him up but his Aunt had stopped mid sentence gasping. "I got to go Catrin, I love you bye." Ianto rushed into the phone before hanging up and glaring at Jack.
"--spoon?" Jack finished lamely, a bit of flush on his cheeks as he offered the bowl and spoon to Ianto as a consolation prize.