Tosh found Owen sitting at his computer. 'It's not you is it Owen?'

'No Tosh, I'm an alien.'

'Some one has been doing it.'

'Am I supposed to know what that means? Maybe Jack's been having sex in his office.'

'Probably.' Tosh stopped as she considered that as the answer to her question. 'Actually Owen, you might be right.' She grinned as she thought about how much footage had been missing from the CCTV files.

Owen looked at Tosh and frowned. 'What are you on about? The world has gone mad, Gwen is chasing ghosts and wasting her time with this Eugene Jones kid. Every time I see Jack I could swear he's wearing a different shirt. Ianto is just moping around in the background, although come to think of it he's probably the only one acting normally around here. Although I could swear he smiled at me the other day, and you are talking in bloody riddles.'

'Hmm.' Tosh just agreed with him. 'But at least I know what my riddle means.'

Owen rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. 'They're all barking.' Still, it was Thursday, at least he was pretty sure it was Thursday, they really needed windows. Maybe it was Friday. He sighed as he tried to lose himself in his paperwork, he hadn't been joking when he'd told Gwen he had a stack of the stuff to do. He wasn't convinced it was just a coincidence that in the last few weeks his pile of paperwork and general admin had grown. Since he had sort of busted the tea boys precious coffee machine.

Come to think of it Jack had said something about Ianto wanting to murder him at the time. Along with something about having to talk him out of it and taking one for the team. Whatever that meant. Maybe this was Ianto's idea of a joke, death by paperwork. Actually, thinking of coffee he realised it had been a while since breakfast. And Gwen hadn't even offered to bring him anything back for lunch. He called out to Tosh. 'Oi, Tosh, I'm going out for lunch, you want to come?'

'Um, sure, I'll grab my jacket. Thanks Owen.'

'Yeah, and maybe you can explain to me why every one is acting so weird.'

The sound of Tosh's reply echoed out though the Hub, fading as they left the building.

'Not still on about pod people are you Owen...'

Jack looked up from the conference table at Ianto and smiled, revealing his dimples. 'They've all gone haven't they.'

'I believe so, Sir.'

Jack grinned. 'My office?'

'Am I going to be taking dictation Sir?'

'More than likely Ianto, more than likely.'

Jack sat in his chair and pulled Ianto down onto his lap.

'Careful Sir, remember last time we tried this.'

'If you had just sat still I'm sure the chair would have been fine.' He kissed Ianto. 'You talk too much, and we don't know how long they will be gone. I swear you dropped your pen on purpose.'

Ianto gave Jack that little half smile he knew would get a reaction. 'Both times Sir.'

'I knew it.'

Ianto smiled, it was a delicate smile where just the right side of his lips rose a fraction.

'Ianto!'

Ianto kissed Jack. 'You say I talk too much.' He ran his hands though Jack's hair and dominated him with a kiss. Jack held Ianto and let him. He hoped Ianto wasn't going to freeze up on him again so he didn't push, rather, he let Ianto lead. Things had been better between them since that night at Ianto's flat, and the craziness of the day that had followed. He didn't want to think about Suzie, about having to shoot another friend. Having to order the death of another woman to protect his team, and hopefully save the world. There had been too many echoes between the death of Lisa, and the eventual death of Suzie. And his having to made the decisions that needed to be made. Sometimes he wondered when it would end, would he ever be able to hang up his gun and let someone else save the world.

And somehow, Ianto had come back to him in spite of it all. He wasn't going to waste time questioning it, not when Ianto was unbuttoning his shirt. He debated helping Ianto and decided to concentrate on his lovers buttons instead, slipping them undone as his actions mirrored Ianto's. Of course it helped that Ianto didn't wear tee shirts under his shirts, but that was a minor difference as he managed to slip between the buttons and get his hands on Ianto. Moving up his back he got lost in meeting Ianto's kisses.

Owen looked at Tosh. 'I left my phone in the Hub, come on.' He turned around and headed back.

Tosh followed him, thoughtful. 'I've got mine, I'm not sure it's a big deal.'

Owen stopped at the door of the tourist office. 'I need my phone Tosh.'

Tosh sighed. 'I don't think you should go in there Owen.'

Owen turned around. 'You know Tosh, sometimes I think this place gets to all of us in the end. Look what it did to Suzie.'

'I'd rather not thank you Owen, it still gives me the creeps to think about what she was prepared to do, how many lives she was prepared to ruin and for what Owen?'

'To live forever Tosh. But I don't want to live forever.'

'I also don't think you need to worry about your phone.'

Owen was still standing outside the tourist office entrance. 'Are you trying to stop me from going back inside the Hub for a particular reason Tosh, because this isn't like you.'

'Not more pod people again is it Owen?'

'What, oh yeah, that was when, a month ago. But you have to admit, things have been a bit weird around here.'

'More or less weird than usual Owen?'

'I don't know Tosh, but I will work it out. Are you coming.'

'I might stay here and wait, and Owen.'

He turned back to her. 'Yes Tosh?'

'Maybe you don't want to know.'

'What do you know Tosh? What aren't you saying?'

She shrugged as she shook her head. 'Nothing Owen.'

Ianto pulled back as he shrugged his shirt off before removing Jack's and pulled at the hem of his tee shirt. 'It would help if you didn't wear these, Sir.'

Jack re-appeared as Ianto tugged his shirt away. 'I could, but it's cold in Cardiff.' He reached up to Ianto's cheek, fingertips brushing down along his jaw and across his lips. 'But I could take your suggestion into consideration.' He reached around Ianto and picked up a pen.

Ianto looked at Jack. 'When you said dictation I thought you were implying something other than my shorthand, Sir.'

Jack grinned. 'This isn't actually a pen, Ianto Jones, it's a device to turn the security camera's off. So you wont have to keep removing files and stashing them on your flash drive. Which we haven't watched yet, so I can only assume your keeping it all to yourself.'

Ianto smiled. 'I was saving it for later, Sir.'

Jack clicked the pen. 'Well, we can discuss that later, right now you are still wearing too many clothes.'

'You always think I'm wearing too many clothes.'

'Yeah, although I do like the suits.'

Ianto kissed Jack as he worked his belt and brushed his hand against Jack's growing erection. He almost wished Jack hadn't switched the camera off. He rolled his eyes as he saw Jack's boxers. 'How many pairs of these do you actually have, Jack?'

'They were on sale. Maybe we can go shopping tomorrow, you can help me try some new ones on.'

Ianto ignored Jack's grin as he reached past the chartreuse silk, he still couldn't watch old star trek reruns without thinking of Jack's boxers with William Shatner's face all over them. Fingers running along Jack's skin, feeling the pulse of Jack's heartbeat, the cock in his hands jumping at his touch.

Jack moaned softly. 'Ianto.'

Ianto ran his long delicate fingers around Jack's cock, his touch firm, controlled and gentle. He moved up and down with slow, deliberate strokes designed to drive Jack wild. Jack moaned and tried to move but Ianto had him pinned into the chair, he was in control and he liked it. Ianto could barely think as he breathed in Jack's moan swallowed up in a kiss. He reached for Jack's balls and cupped them lightly, feeling the weight in his hand, the texture, his other hand on Jack's chest as he pushed him back into the chair. They overbalanced and ended up going backwards as the chair fell onto the floor.

'I was sitting still this time Sir.'

Jack groaned as he found himself on the floor, still in the chair but lying on his back.

Ianto straddling him. 'Are you okay Jack?'

'I'm just not sure how we can explain this to Owen.'

Ianto frowned as he shifted his weight so he wasn't pressing down on Jack. 'Why would we have to explain anything to Owen, have you hurt yourself?'

A throat cleared behind them. 'I didn't need to see that.'

Jack brushed a kiss over Ianto's jaw, his voice quiet so only Ianto could hear him. 'That's why we have to explain this to Owen, I'm pretty sure I'll be fine though.' Ignoring Owen for the moment he watched Ianto carefully.

Ianto didn't blush, his face lost all colour as he scrambled to his feet and felt torn between putting his shirt on and helping Jack up. He reached a hand out to Jack and pulled him to his feet, wincing as the man's pants pooled around his ankles. Jack just stood there and grinned at Owen a moment before he pulled his clothes together.

'Can I help you Owen?'

'Yeah, give me some Retcon please so I can burn the image of, that, out of my mind.'

Ianto handed Jack his tee shirt as he reached for his own shirt and tie, trying to ignore the look on Owen's face. He could see Tosh over Owen's shoulder and groaned softly. This couldn't get any worse. Well, Gwen wasn't there, that was a plus, it put some limit on his humiliation. Jack was still just standing there grinning like this was a common occurrence. Which Ianto had to concede may have been the case, for all he knew. At least Jack was wearing his pants now.

Owen turned towards Tosh. 'Did you know?'

'I said your phone wasn't that important Owen.' She turned and walked away leaving the three men facing each other.

Jack looked at Ianto before he moved out of his office and pulled Owen along with him, shutting the door behind him.

Ianto just stared at the closed door and wondered what it would take for the ground to open him up and close over him again. Some how he didn't think he was that lucky. He looked around the room and decided to pick the chair up, he didn't want to think what Owen would have seen if his timing had been any worse. Ianto sat in Jack's chair and poured himself a whiskey. What was it about his initiating things with Jack that just seemed to go wrong? Last time he had frozen up, this time Owen had interrupted them. Head in his hands he wasn't sure this could get any worse. He didn't even look up when Jack walked back into the room, shutting the door behind him. He poured himself a whiskey and laid a hand on Ianto's head. Ianto turned towards him.

'Don't, they were going to work it out eventually.'

'I, Jack.'

Jack sipped his whiskey, this was either going to end badly or they would get past Ianto's embarrassment at his workmates finding them together. He really hoped it was the latter. He wasn't ready to give up on Ianto just yet. He was fairly sure he'd only just gotten him back after the last time. But he knew it wouldn't matter what he said, Ianto had to make the connection himself. Much as he wanted to tell his young lover that the workmates always found out in the end. Owen was certainly in no position to pass judgement, Suzie, Gwen... Jack did the only thing he could as he pulled Ianto into his arms. 'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.'

Ianto sighed and looked away from Jack, not sure he could speak if he could see the man. 'I don't want to even think about it.'

Jack held Ianto, his breath soft on Ianto's neck. 'We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Gwen probably won't be back today, Owen and Tosh are taking a long lunch break. It's just you and me.'

'It was just you and me fifteen minutes ago, god what would he have seen if the chair hadn't fallen over backwards.'

Jack grinned, he had a pretty good idea.

'Oh shut up Jack, you have a one track mind.'

Jack looked down and admired the view he had of Ianto's arse, his hands moving down Ianto's body. 'Yeap.' He brushed a light kiss on Ianto's neck. 'Do you want to go home?'

Ianto pulled back so he could look at Jack. 'That wont solve anything, I can't just run away because someone interrupted us. We were fooling around in your office, the door is made of glass Jack.'

'So someone was going to catch us eventually anyway?'

Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack. 'I am not the first person at work you have fucked, am I supposed to think you've never been caught with your pants down before?'

'It's been longer than you might think since that's happened Ianto Jones.'

'I'll be fine, I am hoping you threatened Owen with a very painful death if he says anything?'