Hey y'all! A quick note (to repeat myself from other works but anyway) just to say that if you guys have any suggestion to write, I'm up for anything! I'm also here if you want to translate an English work into French (or want to read something that's in French), I would do it with great pleasure! (My studies are asking me to translate, you'd be doing me a service, believe me)

I'll write a second chapter, any time soon now ;)

Prompt Idea "It's like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I'm really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o' neighbor of mine AU" (I totally took advantages of this story being an AU to make Jack the drunk one! It was very funny & pleasant to write!)

The stairs seemed to be going on forever. The door-handle was too cold under his hand, and as he fumbled his pocket, Jack swore. Of course he would have forgotten his keys. And of course Owen would have locked the door for the night. He grumbled to himself and put his left arm against the door, almost resting his head on it, to try and read the hour on his watch. He really couldn't see straight and laughed when he thought his sight wasn't the only non-straight thing about him. That was a good one, he should write it down and say it to Owen the next day.

Of course, when he turned his back on the door, his head bumping into it, he had already forgotten about it. He let himself slide against the frame and took his face in his hands, laughing at a joke he was sure had been hilarious even though he couldn't recall it.

God, he really was pissed.

He tried to stand up again, then gave up, and crawled to the door next to his, sighing all the way to the flat. He felt light headed when he stopped sighing, realising it had been a bad idea to do this, and almost threw up. When he finally arrived, he let his head bang against the door and grunted.

He managed to put a hand up on the door and after a while, knocked. Once. And it hurt his fingers. He winced and put his index in his mouth, hoping it would ease the pain. He managed to turn and rest his back against the door, not even thinking about moving away when he heard it being unlocked. The door opened, and Jack fell backwards, only saved by a leg on his back.

"What the hell..."

"Heeyy," Jack chuckled, his finger still in his mouth. "Hello there... Ianto, I'm hurt. Gimme a magic kiss?"

Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes, looking down at Jack who was staring at him with a silly smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"I... miiissed you."

"We talk every week or so. For the past two years."

"Yeaaah... And that's not enough..."

"Where are you keys? I'm going to help you get home."

"Forgot. Owen locked the door," Jack pouted, and he heard Ianto sigh and could tell he had rolled his eyes again, though he couldn't see him any more.

He crouched behind him and tucked his arms under Jack's.

"Come in, then, I can't let you sleep in the corridor," he said as he gently dragged Jack when he understood he wouldn't be able to help him up and walk.

"Why are you awake?" Jack asked after being amazed by the door which closed by itself and kept getting farther and farther – because Ianto was dragging him, maybe.

"Couldn't sleep. I heard you walk up the stairs. And against my door, though it wouldn't have awakened anyone. You should be glad I was awake."

"I'm glad you're here," Jack said, closing his eyes.

"Are you going to throw up?"

"No," he hiccoughed. "Maybe..."

Ianto sighed and stopped when he arrived at his bathroom. He put Jack against the tub and took a towel, wetting it with a pout. He had just dried it, it was such a shame. Jack watched him do with a small smile that turned into a groan when Ianto put the towel on his forehead.

"If you feel anything coming up, please don't do this on my floor." Jack nodded and the movement made him want to puke, but he swallowed. "That was disgusting. Seriously, just throw up, don't do this."

Jack smiled weakly and Ianto got out of the room, saying he'd be back soon. Jack sighed once alone, but it made him feel ill again and this time he threw up. He panted and flushed the toilet once he was done, resting his back against the tub again. He put his hand on the wet towel and groaned, his head aching.

"You okay in there?" A voice asked from outside the bathroom and Jack grunted to inform him he was okay. Ianto walked in and sighed. He crouched beside Jack and took the towel to clean his chin then threw it away. As he put his hands on the first button of Jack's shirt, Jack chuckled.

"Are you taking advantages?"

"God, you stink. No I'm not, just keep quiet. And seriously, shut your mouth."

Jack giggled and kept a silly smile as Ianto unbuttoned his shirt. He stared at him and licked his lips a few times, Ianto not looking at him. He had to hug him to take his shirt off and rolled his eyes when he put Jack back against the tub.

"Jack, don't."

"What?" Jack chuckled again. "I can't help it, you're handsome, and you are undressing me, what do you want me to do?"

"Not have a hard-on?"

"Oops," Jack smiled. "Too late."

Ianto sighed and helped Jack on his feet, mumbling a 'whatever' as Jack laughed again. He opened the tap and cleaned Jack's face again, trying to steady him at the same time. He then took his toothpaste and put it in Jack's hands.

"You can do that by yourself, can't you?"

"Whyyy? Wanna kiss me?"

"Because you really do stink, and I won't carry you if you smell like this."

"Oh," Jack smiled.

"So, can you?"

"Don't think so."

Ianto rolled his eyes, again, and opened the toothpaste to put some on Jack's finger.

"Hey! Disgusting..." Jack said but Ianto ignored him and moved behind Jack. "Why couldn't you sleep by the way?"

Ianto froze for a second then snapped back to reality. He put an arm around Jack's waist so he wouldn't fall backwards and with his other hand raised Jack's arm to his mouth. He wasn't going to put his own fingers in Jack's mouth.

Jack opened, and Ianto was grateful he didn't fight or questioned him. He brushed his teeth in silence.

"Just... over thinking," he said after a while to answer Jack's question and his inquisitive look.

"Wue?" Jack asked, actually wanting to say why, but that was hard with a finger in the mouth, and he almost bit his finger by talking.

Ianto shook his head but Jack could see him smile in the mirror. He turned to him and raised an eyebrow, though the movement awoke his headache. Ianto moved his hand away and forced his head down the sink, opening the tap. He helped him rinsed his mouth and Jack let him do so.

"Okay, ready?"

Jack nodded as he spat water. Ianto slowly helped him stand straight and washed both their hands. He then helped him walk – he could walk now – to his bedroom and made him sit on his bed. He took his shoes and socks off and Jack fell backwards, humming as Ianto chuckled. He then opened his wardrobe and Jack closed his eyes as he rolled on his stomach, breathing Ianto's odour in his pillow. That man smelt so good...

When Ianto turned to him with a pair of pajamas, Jack was asleep. Ianto sighed again and rolled him on his back to at least remove his belt, knowing it was never good to sleep with a belt on.

When Jack woke up, he noticed he didn't know the surroundings. Then his head was aching way too much for him to think anything else and he closed his eyes again. Going back to sleep seemed like a good idea. Even if he was in an unknown house. It couldn't be bad, right?

The smell of coffee didn't let him go back to sleep. Coffee. That was what he needed. He lazily got on his feet, somehow, and walked slowly toward the coffee, his hand on the wall. He knew that corridor. It actually looked a lot like his, but with the wrong colour.

"Wow, easy there! You should have called," a voice said as hands steadied him, and Jack could have recognized this voice amongst hundreds. God, he loved that voice, that Welsh accent... What the hell was he doing at Ianto's?

"Mmh... What happened?"

"You almost passed out on my door. I helped you."

"And?"

"And we had sex, it was almost great."

Jack threw him a look of horror.

"Don't look so disgusted and... Is that disappointment?"

"I can't even remember this?" Jack asked, not able to hide that he was, indeed, disappointed.

Ianto laughed, unable to hold back.

"I was kidding, you passed out on my bed before I could even help you out of your trousers. To sleep. And you did almost throw up on my floor."

"Oh... Sorry," Jack whispered as the headache came back, more violent than before.

"I made you breakfast, if you feel like eating. And I have painkillers."

Jack nodded his thanks and sat with the help of Ianto. They ate together in silence and Jack watched Ianto closely. He wore a short and a tee-shirt, both Jack had never seen on him, and he looked like he had just taken a shower as he still had wet messy hair. Jack wanted to run his hand through it, but he pushed the thought away. Jack noticed he had one headphone in his ear and moved in a cute discreet way with the music Jack couldn't hear.

"You sure are hungry in the morning," Jack said to prevent himself from staring for too long at Ianto's lips. But he had to when Ianto smiled.

"I was out for a run, always makes me hungry."

"You ran? This morning?"

"Yeah, it's quiet and peaceful, I like it."

"You left a stranger in your flat?"

"You're not quite a stranger, are you? And I know where you live. Plus, you're in no state of robbing me."

Jack shrugged and sipped his coffee, moaning at the pleasant taste and burn in his throat. It woke him up completely and he looked at Ianto who had stopped, his hand in mid-air.

"What?" he innocently asked.

Ianto shook his head and moved again, resting his head on his hand as he was trying not to stare at Jack eating.

The painkillers slowly worked their magic and Jack stood up after a while, Ianto following him. He disappeared in the bedroom and came back with Jack's shoes. Jack put them on as Ianto disappeared again and got back with a carefully folded shirt in his hands. When Jack got on his feet again, Ianto flinched but didn't step back, even though they were pretty close. He stared at him for a while, then gave him his shirt with a smile.

"There you go."

"Did you... wash it?"

"Um... Yeah."

"Did you even sleep?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"Wait, you slept on the couch?"

"Yup, I didn't want to wake you up. But I don't mind really. I had already slept before you came."

Jack stared at him, knowing he was lying. Did he even sleep at all at night? Was he okay? Jack had never asked, but he was always smiling and being polite, he sure was okay, right?

"Thank you," he said with all the honesty he could.

Ianto just shrugged and smiled. "No problem. Just don't forget your keys next time maybe," he chuckled and Jack could almost feel his breath on his face, because none of them had moved.

Jack opened his mouth to retort something, or maybe just to kiss him, because he was dying to do that for months now, but he closed it again. After staring at each other for a while, Jack took a deep uneven breath as Ianto looked away and pursed his lips.

"Right. I better go. Thanks again," Jack whispered and left quickly, taking a deep breath when he closed the door, almost disappointed that Ianto hadn't made a move.