Spawned from an amusing debate one of the guys in my class had with my teacher over whether Tennyson was waxing a little "gay" in certain parts of In Memoriam. Jack/Ianto.
Disclaimer: Really not mine.
Jack beamed at Ianto across the candle-lit table. A dinner date Jack had promised, and a dinner date he was going to give. Jack had used one of his shadier connections to reserve a table at one of the fanciest (and most expensive) restaurants in Cardiff.
Jack took Ianto's hand over the table. "Ianto."
Jack lowered his beaming grin to a sultry smile. "Your eyes...Are ethereal."
Ianto's eyebrows reacquainted themselves with his forehead. "Ethereal."
Jack's smile turned even gentler. "Yes."
"My eyes are ethereal."
"Yes, your eyes are ethereal."
"My eyes are ethereal-"
"Do you have a problem with your eyes being ethereal?" Jack finally demanded in exasperation.
Ianto simply smiled and shook his head, squeezing Jack's hand. "You're such a girl, Jack."