John Hart's Training

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The message to John Hart was sweet.  Jack smiled into his cuff.  "You're the best there is, John, and I need the best.  I'll make it worth your while."  He stated the year code for the other former Time Agent.  "In the Four Seasons, the Ty Warner penthouse.  It has a pool on the balcony.  Seriously."

After that, Jack slipped into the bathroom with Ianto and his 'eye candy' outfit.  Tight black jeans.  No shirt.

"I think it might be too obvious," Jack murmured.  "What about that tight red shirt we bought the other day with New York and his fiancee?"  It would only be a matter of time for John to arrive.

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Jack smirked. "You were not playing nicely and you know it," he pointed out with a smug sort of smile.

Central Park spread out below them, fifty floors below, and the city could be seen kissing the sky. This penthouse was amazing, four balconies, three bedrooms, a library, a swimming pool that seemed to pour straight over the edge to the ground...

"If you're not interested in training him, you should still stay with us. But I've been getting into a lot of trouble lately. And this place...it's weird."

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Ianto needed a distraction. He began cleaning up the suite, picking up dirty towels and clothes, and bundling them up.

He ordered room service, asking them to bring dinner for three, and got on the phone with the other Jack, confirming their facade in New York for next week.

Anything to distract him from the two of them.

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John looked at Jack before he started to laugh, "You're giving me a free ticket to beat up eye candy and you're wondering if I'm going to back out?" He scoffed a little, shaking his head, "And I thought you knew me!"

Not that proposition had John interested, "With us, and just how will 'staying with us' actually work? Because if we're talking the couch here, you can piss right off."

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Jack leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms over his chest. "There's a spare bedroom," he quipped, though he knew that John would be fussy about that. He hadn't actually discussed this with Ianto. It wasn't that it hadn't crossed his mind, it was just that a few thousand years did not make Jack Harkness any smarter.

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"The food will be here in a half hour," Ianto said softly, walking out onto the balcony. "I'm going to...jump in the pool while I'm waiting."

He glanced between them. "Please, continue." He turned his back, walking into the suite once more.

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He just rolled his eyes and moved to sit down on one of the chairs, feet up against the railing, "Right, because that's an incentive to stay. Sleep in the spare room and listen to you bang the tea boy, not thanks. I'd rather have my balls nailed to a trees...and I did that to a bloke once. Didn't much like it."

Hearing Ianto he looked over, "I hope you're wearing nothing but what you were born in.."

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The got a laugh out of Jack, not the balls to a tree deal, but what he said to Ianto. "I bought him this pair of trunks, black and white pinstripe like his suits, right? And their soooo tiny. I want him to wear them with his shoes and a tie."