Ianto was minding his own business. Well, really, since he was in public with jack, He was minding his and jack's business but that was beside the point. He was just walking down the street when he saw they guy. This wasn't your normal street crazy dude. He wasn't just yelling for people to repent, or throwing pamphlets at people. He was yelling about homosexuals, and Ianto felt a flutter of panic near his stomach.

Now, normally, Ianto would have just walked past easily. He might have snuck a secret smirk and inwardly mocked the guy, but that would be it. No incident. No trouble. Just an average day. Currently though, Ianto had a problem, and it had stopped dead in its boots. Ianto's mind was reeling. What would Jack do? Go and punch this guy? Yell that things would be different in 2113? Why wasn't he moving? Oh god, Ianto thought as he tried to summon enough courage to bolt and leave Jack to his own business. However, it had been a full minute and it was now too late. He felt Jack's eyes on him and despite all reason he allowed himself a tiny peak at Jack's expression.

He immediately regretted that. Jack had the most mischievous little smirk and the gentle lifting of the eyebrows. It was attractive sure, but it was mostly terrifying. Jack has something planed and it involved Ianto. Ianto swallowed quietly. This was going to be an ordeal.

Ianto felt Jack's hand find its way to his lower back, gentle but firm. It said, 'Go on. Move.' Ianto threw his best look over his shoulder. While its exact meaning couldn't be decided, Jack took it to mean "Oh god, please don't make me do anything in front of this guy, I'll even do that thing in bed you like so much!" Which was probably taking it a bit far, but jack was never good at reading expressions. Ianto moved forward, only to be stopped right in front of this guy who was now yelling something about burning in eternal hellfire.

Things happened so quickly, Ianto had no defense. Jack stepped too close for comfort and gave him that little smile. The one Ianto normally loved. The one Ianto wanted to put in his pocket and keep forever. The one the begged, softly, to be kissed or to kiss. Ianto couldn't help himself. He gave the little nod. And Jack was on him like peanut-butter on jelly.

Hands on his hips, shoulder, neck, around his waist and under the back of his shirt, Ianto wondered idly if Jack still only had two hands. Jack seemed blissfully unaware of the happy crowd cheering them on, or the yelling guy throwing pamphlets and cursing them to hell. Jack acted as if this was totally normal as the blush spread down Ianto's neck. Suddenly Jack's hand was on the back of his thigh, urging him to wrap it around his waist. Ianto nipped at Jack's bottom lip. 'I will NOT!' he tried to convey.

Alas, it was no use. Soon, Jack's charm had distracted him and one by one, Ianto's legs were around his waist. Ianto's right mind was screaming out for this to end, but it was quickly silenced by the much more powerful wrong mind. The yelling guy was silenced in the Welshman's ears to the dull throb of blood and excitement. In fact, they didn't even notice when he picked up and walked away. Ianto dismounted to the sound of applause. Jack took his hand, laughed, winked at him, and bowed to the crowd. Even Ianto had to admit, ( as he yelled at jack all the way to the hub) it was a pretty good show.