"Yan…," Jack panted, "I don't think I've ever… wow…."
"Oh, don't try to tell us that was your first multiple orgasm. You do it all the time," Ianto laughed.
"You mean he… I didn't think guys could…. What kind of yoga do you have to do for that?"
"Jack is gifted," Ianto smiled to their companion as he snuggled in under Jack's arm.
"Obviously. Not very fair to the rest of us. You'd make a killing in porn, mate," the guy from the bar snickered.
Jack had yet to take his eyes from Ianto. He couldn't believe they'd just had an insanely hot three-way… that was all Ianto's idea.
"Well, look… think I'll leave you two to it, yeah?"
"Oh… yeah, sorry…," Jack apologized. Ianto had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he didn't want to move him to show the other guy out. "Um… it was… Kevin?"
"Keith. Don't worry about it. I can't imagine what multiple orgasms do to your mind. See m'self out. Thanks for a really brilliant Tuesday night. Maybe we will all meet up again."
"Yeah, we'll see."
"You're cool to do that for your boyfriend. Nothin' to be jealous about, though, mate. He's obviously crazy about you."
Jack didn't bother explaining. He just kissed Ianto's forehead and thanked Keith, asking him to turn the lock on the way out.
As Jack came down from the rush of dopamine he'd gotten that night, he suddenly started to feel awful. His Ianto wasn't into threesomes, and if it wasn't for some bit of space junk Jack doubted Ianto would have been comfortable with a few of the things they did that night. Deep down, Jack knew he was taking advantage of something Ianto had no control over. And while it had been fun at the moment, looking at the man in his arms now, Jack didn't like it at all. That wasn't the fussy, quiet, determined man he'd fallen for.
"Where's my Ianto in there?" he whispered, kissing Ianto's forehead. He needed to figure out how to get things right again.
In the morning, Jack woke to a particularly pleasant sensation. He was pretty sure he couldn't recall his last wake-up blowie and for a while he just lie there and enjoyed it. Ordinarily when he woke up in Ianto's flat it was to a quick peck on the cheek and, all too often, something about a Rift alert. He was the one more likely to wake Ianto with amorousness of one sort or another, usually indulged with the caveat that they still had to get ready for work.
That's when Jack remembered what was different and he sighed. Stroking Ianto's shoulder, Jack reluctantly called his name to get him to stop.
Ianto pulled off slowly, deliberately, and grinned up at Jack. "Just a 'thanks' for last night," he winked.
"You're welcome," Jack responded as Ianto shifted to lie back down beside him.
"Does the boss say we can have a late morning?" Ianto asked seductively, fingers stroking the back of Jack's neck.
"My Ianto's idea of late is anything less than an hour early," Jack pointed out.
"Your Ianto? I doubt there's two of us," Ianto grinned. "Although… Torchwood, wouldn't doubt it. Would that be kinky, or creepy… or both?"
"I just think we'd better not tempt the Rift," Jack said apologetically, moving to get out of bed.
"Alright. What's with you? You've been treating me like something strange and pointy for two days."
Jack sighed. "Ianto, you're not yourself right now. And as enjoyable as last night was, I feel terrible about it now. You picking up guys at a bar… that's not like you. And you've flat out told me you're not interested in threesomes."
"So… you're telling me that you liked it, but you're annoyed that I did? Jealous, Jack?"
"No, I'm not jealous. I'm just… it's like I'm…. Ianto, this isn't you. You're doing this because of that ring, not because you've developed new interests."
"You don't need to tell me how I feel," Ianto said, pulling on a pair of trousers – ones that were not pressed. "Or what my interests are," he added pointedly, grabbing a shirt and stalking out of the bedroom.
"Ianto…," Jack called, practically falling over as he tried to get dressed and hurry after Ianto at the same time. "It's just that I don't feel right about it. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you while you aren't yourself. Yan, I… I like you for who you are."
"Then you ought to deal with who I am all the time, not just when it suits you," Ianto said, heading for the door of his apartment as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.
"Morning!" Ianto called, jogging through the cog door and off to the 'break room.' "Anybody got the coffee on yet?"
"Thought that was your job," Owen complained loudly. "Seems the more time he and Jack have together, the less he does round here."
"I don't think that's very fair, Owen," Gwen frowned.
"Gwen's right, Owen," Tosh said. "Jack seems to think it's something to do with that chain we scavenged. Ianto put it together and said it was some kind of ring."
"Great. I'm guessing our next excursion will be to the nearest volcano so we can destroy it? Leave me out, thanks. And where is Jack anyway?"
"Right here," Jack grumbled, walking in.
"Oh, and they've had themselves a spat. Well, that sets the tone for the rest of our day," Owen moaned, heading back down to his lab to hide.
Jack didn't bother responding to that. He was tempted to just hole up in his office and make it quite obvious that he didn't want to be bothered with anything, but he needed to get this sorted. He had no idea what kind of long term effects that ring could have… but mostly he wanted Ianto back to normal.
Jack sighed and called out loudly, "Conference room. Now. Everybody." He ran down to the archives to fetch as 'Exhibit A' the ring Ianto had left there the night before.
Ianto strode casually into the conference room with a fresh cup of coffee, grabbing a chair and sitting back in it with a stretch. "Figures he calls us in here and then has to show up last. Always has to make an 'entrance.'"
"Yeah, so why exactly are we here… to discuss the particulars of your relationship issues?" Owen inquired.
"Why, hoping to get a look in?" Ianto grinned.
"Don't flatter yourself, tea-…." Owen stopped mid-insult when Ianto suddenly passed out cold in front of him.
It took Jack only a second to find the intricate little ring on Ianto's desk in the archive room, but as he picked it up it vibrated, surprising Jack and causing him to drop it. As he picked it back up, the ring unraveled into a chain of linked pieces again. Jack sighed and gingerly put it in his pocket. Ianto was going to be annoyed about that, he could tell….