Ianto had always thought Owen's hands were made of magic. Unfortunately, the only contact he ever had with them was when the doctor was stitching up a wound of sorts, and Ianto was usually in a terrible amount of pain and couldn't always enjoy the magic surging onto his bare skin. This time it was a slice between his neck and shoulder, that spot right where Jack liked to- well, that was back when Jack was still around. He didn't know quite where Jack was, or if he'd ever see him again, but he knew that he would never forget Captain Jack Harkness. He couldn't get him out of his heart, but this new-found distraction under the name of (Doctor) Owen Harper was the greatest he had ever set his eyes on. The way his eyes rolled when he looked at Tosh, the way he could relax with his feet up on his desk, not realizing that Ianto had cleaned that exact area minutes before. Ianto wasn't quite sure if he had fallen for Owen, just fallen for a replacement, or just fallen for those magic hands and the way they delicately did everything- Ianto had even watched him eating pizza once.
"There you are Ianto, sorted. Stop getting hurt, will you?" Owen laughed as he disposed of the remnants of Ianto's latest bandage.
"Isn't that what you made me promise last time? See how that worked out?" Ianto hopped off the table and smiled at Owen, buttoning his shirt and turning to face the doctor once more. How was the way he described himself- wiry? He was quite thin, but all Ianto was thinking about was those hands again, working their way down his spine, leaving trails of magic all over his body.
"Right. Looks like you kept that promise, doesn't it. We're taking the scenic route are we?" The Hub was deserted, Owen had sent the girls home for the night as Ianto's injury and locking a couple of doors were nothing they couldn't handle themselves.
"Yes, just let me clear up a few things first," Ianto said, referring to the extra security he still had to enable for the night and the pterodactyl he had to feed. A few minutes later he was done, but he lingered longer, just catching glimpses of Owen, texting on his cell phone or checking his watch, anything was fair game.
He finally stepped out and called to Owen, symbolizing that he was ready to leave. The two men stood together on the cement block and waited for the lift to rise. As it neared the top, Owen opened his mouth to speak and it became tangled with Ianto's. Owen's left hand reached up behind Ianto's neck, pulling the kiss deeper and the pair closer together. They had stopped moving long ago, but passerbys could not see the kiss and the two were too entangled in each other to move off of the cement slab.
Ianto was right, Owen's hands, and his lips, and the rest of his body, were made of magic.