Owen was sure it was the alcohol on the Teaboy's system that made him seem more expressive than his usual reserved demeanor. He became an open book when he was buzzed. At least to Owen anyway. Jack didn't seem to notice his utterly crestfallen face when he had been flirting outrageously with the bartender, as he was getting their fourth round, leaning in close to her personal space, but she didn't seem to mind.

Owen also didn't miss the small frown Ianto made when Jack returned. He wondered what was going on in his mind as he watched him. He wondered if he was berating himself for being disappointed in Jack for flirting so blatantly in front of him, telling himself that they aren't like that.

Owen kept his eyes glued to Ianto for most of the night, long after the girls and Jack left, ginning slightly at the barely contained sadness in Ianto's voice when Jack made an excuse for Ianto not to come back to the Hub that night.

"Oh," Ianto said dejectedly, "I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow." Jack just smiled and waved goodbye to the two left.

Ianto awkwardly sat back down at their booth across from Owen from where he stood up in hopes of leaving with Jack. He sighed and took a large swig of his beer.

"Trouble in paradise?" Owen smirked mockingly. It earned him a glare.

"I don't know what you mean," he said quietly, picking at a loose chip of wood on the table. Owen scoffed.

"You're not being exactly subtle, Ianto," he said, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the red cushions of their booth. Ianto simply stared at him with a cocked eyebrow. Owen sighed, rolling his eyes.

"You're clearly fawning over Jack, and you're acting like a kicked puppy when Harkness payed more attention to the bar maid than you," his mocking smirk was still present on his lips as he muttered this to Ianto. He knows how he's feeling, but that doesn't mean he sympathized. In fact, he sees this as an opportunity. It wasn't the first time he'd ever imagined what that pretty Welsh mouth would be like on him, stretched around him.

"How about you come back to mine. I've got a case at home," he said, nodding towards Ianto's bottle. He was silent for a moment, giving Owen a testing look.

"Why are you-"

"Because I know how he is," Owen said, cutting him off. He chuckled at Ianto's confused expression. "What; you think you're the only one he's gone after?" Now that stunned Ianto into silence for a moment.

"Didn't think he was your type," he said a bit stiffly after an awkward silence between them. He shrugged.

"It's Jack," he said simply. He stared at Ianto until he caved in, standing and putting on his coat. Owen grinned in victory before standing, leading him out of the pub and into a cab.

It didn't take long before Ianto was on his knees in front of Owen, who sat on his sofa in his living room in his flat. He could taste the desperate neediness when he first kissed him and felt it when he went down on him. It wasn't as nearly as hard as he thought it was going to be to get him to blow him; he was already feeling insecure without Owen talking him into it.

"God, I knew you needed this," he groaned, carding his fingers through dark hair, Ianto whimpered in response. Owen spread his legs wider and pushed his hips up, watching himself disappear into his mouth, running his fingers over his lips and jaw.

Ianto let him come on his face, absently licking his lips when a few drops landed there. Owen could tell he had came from the small wet spot on his trousers after he stood back up, though he wasn't sure if he had touched himself or not. Ianto didn't meet his eyes, shame written in a blush across his come stained cheeks. Owen guided him to the bathroom to clean himself up without a word. He left after, leaving Owen feeling smug and satisfied. He couldn't wait to corner him at work in the morning.