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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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The message hadn't been a surprise, John had gotten used to being there when Jack asked for him. It made him feel needed and a little important. Setting the coordinates in his manipulator, John shifted to where Jack had wanted him.

Grinning he appeared in a swirl of gold, his eyes bright as he watched out for Jack, "Hey hunny, I'm home."

Jack had seen John on and off for the past two hundred years -- though it probably had only been five at the most for John Hary -- and no longer had animosity for him. They were lovers at times, partners in crime, companions and many other things.

And Jack was happy to see him, striding out of the massive penthouse bedroom to give his old friend a hug.

"John! Do I see gray?"

Ianto followed Jack into the living room. He grabbed his glock off the bathroom counter on the way, tucking it into the back of his skintight jeans. No small feat, that. He didn't trust Hart as far as he could throw him.

He smirked a bit at that thought. Well, Hart was short. Ianto might be able to toss him fairly far. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall, watching Hart and Jack reconnect.

"No more than you have," he said with a laugh, hugging Jack back tightly, "And just how longs it been for you this time?" John didn't make any effort to pull back from Jack, anytime away from him felt like too long.

But then his face fell and he rolled his eyes, "You've got to be kidding me Jack, I thought you'd got this joker out of your system."

"Ten years," Jack lied smoothly. It was double that long. John had been there briefly when he was still trying to get Isadora to grow up and stop stealing everything they passed, when she had been just a little girl with too much spirit and energy.

He'd called John Hart in for that too and they'd spent a year or so together.

The joker bit annoyed Jack, and he glanced over his shoulder at Ianto. "I guess asking you to be nice is out of the question?"

"I'm going to be very nice. I don't plan on being short with Hart at all." His accent purposefully put a distinct emphasis on the word short.

He walked over, muscles tense, but his expression smooth, calm. The last time they'd met, Hart had pointed a gun in his face, called him a disparaging nickname, and then almost blew up Gwen. Granted, Ianto had enjoyed counting down the minutes until his demise.

"If Hart plays nicely with me, I'll play nicely with him." Ianto stood a few feet behind Jack, blue eyes on Hart.

"Why should I be nice to eye candy here?" John crossed his arms over his chest and looked a little like a scorned lover and a child. Both he was good at acting like at times.

"So what's this? You ask me here to tell me what? That you and pretty boy here are shaking up together? I could have done without that, thank you."

He didn't even reply to anything Ianto said, why should he? John knew in one swift moment he'd lost Jack, and to Ianto of all people. He wasn't a happy man.

Jack's telepathy never kicked in when it mattered, so he simply thought that the two men glaring at one another were simply being hostile and not openly jealous. Jack's arms did not move from around John's waist, he did like the feel of the smaller man, even in all of his crazy attire.

Actually. He was very fond of the boots. He'd have to get a pair for Ianto.

"I told you, I need your expertise. There's no one as good as you when it comes to combat training." Jack had been an interrogator. John...well...he was a bit of a murderer, wasn't he? "You did wonders for Izzy."

Ianto's fingers twitched, but he calmed them. Jack and Hart had a history. He accepted that. He just wished Jack would stop having histories with people that wanted to kill him. They were always unpleasant people.

Made him wonder why Jack had suddenly decided to start shagging a polite, clean cut, young Welshman. He tried to calm the burgeoning jealousy.

"I need...training," he said simply. If he spoke too much he'd end up being rude, and Jack didn't need that sort of assistance. Did they really have to keep on hugging though?

Oh, he liked the hug. And he was going to make the most of it. Yes, John could be a bastard and he loved acting like one too. It was part of who he was.

"So you brought me here to teach your boy toy to fight? Now why would I want to do that?" Why would John want to help Ianto, after all it was obvious to him that Jack was dumping him for him.

Jack would have found the dumping of John Hart amusing. They had spent more time together than anyone else in Jack's long life, but that hardly meant that they were together. John never figured that out though.

"Because I'm asking you to. And because you like doing it. I know you. You've got to miss being an instructor, even if it's just to show off." Jack grinned at his friend, gently patting his cheek. "I'm sure we can work out any extra costs."

I'm an attentive student," Ianto said wryly, uncrossing his arms. He needed to relax. The way he was acting was irrational. Jack wanted them to be something. Not just shagging. He brought John here to HELP him.

"Look at the plus side...you're going to be allowed to hit me without repercussions."

Jack looked at him and then at Ianto before moving back, heading for the poor excuse of a mini bar. He picked out a bottle of vodka and downed the contents without batting an eyelid.

"Right and then after you two get to play happy families and I get what? A swift kick up the ass and don't bother us again?"

John scoffed at that, while he could do something they wanted they'd need him around.

"I've never kicked you out," Jack said before he corrected himself. "I haven't kicked you out in a long time. You were the one that got bored of the pirate life." He could have stayed on board the Ricochet forever. Jack liked having him around when he wasn't be possessive.

Mostly.

And they had fun together while it lasted, right? Maybe he was falling into a bad habit, though, if looking up the man only when he was needed.

"We're not playing happy families," Ianto muttered. No, they were playing at adventures with a great deal of shagging thrown in. The problem with adventures is Ianto kept on almost dying. Unless he could find a way to make himself immortal, he was doomed.

He almost reached out to take Jack's hand, but pulled back. No reason to upset the Time Agent anymore than he already was.

"You know me, I like to wander after a while, and so did you at one point." But John was a man who wanted a lot of attention and he knew to get out before Jack kicked him out.

Yet here they were.

"No, you've just replaced me love, with him," he motioned towards Ianto, "What is it about him that's so...appealing?"

"Trust me," Jack said, taking his arms back. Once John started in on the 'love' bit, he really needed to discourage him a little and that was simply impossible giving him a hug. "I have not replaced you. Not even slightly."

John Hart was John Hart. Ianto Jones was Ianto Jones. He didn't see the correlation there.

"And you can see what's appealing as well as I can."

Ianto rolled his eyes. Now they'd start to talk aesthetics. He'd been dreading this. It made him feel like a horse, put up for auction.

"I assume you're talking about my wit and charm?" he said dryly, his tone expressing how much he liked the direction this conversation was taking.

"Right, so pretty boy here isn't your latest shag toy?" It was a defense thing, insulting people with pet names. Was he jealous? Oh yes he was. Was he pissed off that Jack wanted him here to help Ianto.

You've no idea how much.

"So you think that because he's got a cute ass he should your bed buddy?" He huffs a little, looking Ianto over, "Under all that he's nothing but a pussy."

Jack shook his head because 'toy' was not the proper term for Ianto at all. And there was a second shake of the head simply because of the insults. "John." He put a hand to the blond's back and steered him out of the room and towards the balcony.

Jack Harkness could be an insensitive bastard without even realizing it. That was his whole problem.

John was here to teach Ianto not to die...and because he was Jack's only friend. He missed him.

Ianto watched them walk off, and stared down at his bare feet. This was a bloody disaster. He was completely paranoid Jack was going to change his mind about spending time with him, especially because he was so hard to take care of.

He guessed he better hope his arse was as nice as Jack and John kept on saying it was...

"Jack," he looked at him and raised both his eyebrows, waiting for him to carry on with what he was saying.

Allowing Jack to take him away, he glanced at Ianto for a moment before stepping out into the cool air.

"What? I was playing nice in there."

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."

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.

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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