It had been so insidious, Jack hadn’t even realised it was happening until it was already far too late.
Little things had combined to devastating effect. The good looks, enticing Welsh vowels and flirty behaviour had started it, compounded by finely tailored suits, coffee best described as an orgasm in a cup, and a deliciously dry sense of humour.
The gift of a pteranodon hadn’t hurt either.
Seemingly effortless efficiency, a keen intellect and a razor-sharp wit had certainly contributed to the overall effect.
Jack smiled wryly, finally admitting to himself that he was hooked, hopelessly addicted to Ianto Jones.
A/N2: Title used was ‘Hooked’