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CHAPTER TWO
As the sun rose the next morning, beams of light started seeping through the blinds of a small studio apartment, creating zebra like patterns across the wooden floor. On the kitchen floor, a small sparkly bag and two suit jackets had been swiftly disregarded. A few feet from that, two pairs of shoes, socks and pants lay together in a heap. Leading up to the bed, a light blue shirt had been flung across the TV, whilst a similar red one was crumpled on the floor right next to the sleeping form of Ianto Jones. Exhausted from the previous night Ianto didn't hear his phone ringing, and neither did the warm tanned body that was curled up next to him. As the phone kept ringing and a dozen messages were left, Ianto and Jack unknowingly curled in closer together in their sleep, their naked bodies pressing closer against each other and their legs tangling. On the fourteenth call, Ianto finally woke hearing the sound of his name on the answering machine.
"Ianto? Yan! Ianto Jones answer your phone!" Gwen's voice registered in his brain and suddenly all the previous nights activities flooded back. Looking down at the arm wrapped around his waist and then looking behind him, Ianto gasped.
"Oh my god."
"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up." Gwen's voiced echoed through the apartment.
"OH MY GOD WHAT DID I DO!" Jack's eyes abruptly opened as Ianto moved away and clutched the sheet in terror.
"I'm panicking Yan! Jack never came home last night."
"Oh shit!" Jack jumped out of the bed, got caught in the blanket and fell to the floor.
"Listen to me Yan!" Gwen panicked over the machine, "Jack never came home and I don't know what to do."
"Oh fuck! Don't be naked!" The Welshman yelled, trying to cover himself whilst grabbing Jack's pants and chucking them at the American.
The telephone cut off and then started to ring again.
"I should answer it." Ianto stared at the phone. Jack looked panicked. "I should answer it."
"No don't answer it!" Jack said as he jumped into his pants.
"I should say…uh…" He pulled his pants on, "…I should say…"
"Say what Ianto?"
The phone stopped ringing and beeped. "Ianto please answer the phone. It's an emergency. I think Jack's cheating on me." Ianto stopped buttoning his shirt as Jack stopped searching for his own and they stared at the phone. "Ianto I know its crazy, but hot people can get cheated on and maybe…" Jack muted the machine.
"I'm a terrible person." Ianto groaned, covering his face in his hands.
"Hey, Ianto look, it's going to be ok." Jack walked over to the other side of the room and placed his hands on the Welshman's arms bringing Ianto's hands down from his face. They stared at each other. "We'll figure this out ok?" Ianto swallowed and nodded. Letting go of his arms Jack continued the search for his shirt.
After locating the shirt and grabbing Gwen's purse, Jack turned to Ianto.
"Ianto, I don't know what's going to happen between us. But I uh…I just need to say that I don't regret it."
The phone started to ring again as Jack and Ianto stared at each other. Ianto opened his mouth to say something but instantly shut it, not knowing what to say.
"I better go." And with a final glance at Ianto, Jack grabbed his jacket and left the apartment.
Sick of the noise, Ianto snatched the phone off the hook,
"Hello?"
"Ianto! Thank god. Where the bloody hell have you been? Why weren't you answering your phone? Jack didn't come home last night; do you know what happened to him? Where do you think he is? He cheated on me didn't he? I think he is, do you think he cheated?"
Sitting down on his bed, Ianto sighed. Suddenly realizing where he was sitting he jumped up, put his phone on speaker and began throwing all the sheets and pillows off the bed in shame.
"Gwen, Jack loves you, why would he…
"I know he loves me! Obviously!" Ianto couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. "But did you see him Yanny when you left last night?"
"Uh yep. He was er, at the bar with John."
"Arg whatever. But what did he do after that!?"
"I don't know Gwen," Ianto felt a stab of guilt for lying to Gwen. They were best friends after all.
"Ah! He's calling now; lets see what he has to say for himself! I'll talk later." Without another word, Gwen hung up, leaving Ianto frozen, standing in a pile of dirty sheets that screamed shame.
Later that evening, trying to distract himself, Ianto was curled up on his couch watching James Bond. It was safe to say it wasn't working. Ianto couldn't get Jack out of his head. Although last night was a little hazy, flashes of bare flesh, silky sheets and sweat were jumping in and out of his mind. Plus, it didn't help that Ianto's ass was terribly sore. While Ianto's stomach was full of knots from guilt, he couldn't help but smile as he remembered Jack's kisses, the feel of his skin on his and the pleasure he experienced when Jack entered him.
Staring at the TV, Ianto suddenly had the realisation that it was Jack who he slept with. Jack. Straight and engaged to his best friend, Jack. Was Jack secretly gay? Was he bi? Ianto didn't know what to think about this. His ringing mobile brought him out of his thoughts. Seeing who it was, he took a deep breath and answered.
"Hi Gwen."
"Hey Ianto, it's Jack." Ianto's stomach clenched. "Listen Ianto, I…I just wanted to uh, make sure you were ok. I mean, well I figured you might be sore…" He chuckled slightly. "uh…but I was just worried about you too, I know you well enough to know you have probably spent the day freaking out and I'm sorry."
"I'm ok Jack. Sore yes but…" Ianto sighed. "I'm ok, just confused. Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm…"
"Who is it?" Gwen's voice came into earshot.
"It's Ianto." Jack replied sounding nervous. Rustling was heard as Gwen took her phone.
"Hey Yanny, sorry didn't call you back."
"Oh, it's fine Gwen, uh are you…ok?"
"Oh yeah yeah…" Gwen started whispering. "He uh, slept over at Johns apparently. Wish he told me, but whatever. He is acting a little weird and guilty though so we have to have a talk."
Jack shouted in the background, "Wish him a happy birthday."
"Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Yanny."
"Thanks. Talk about what exactly?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it out later. Anyway love, I gotta go. Mwah."
"Wait, Gwen can I talk to Ja…" Gwen hung up. Ianto sighed once again and chucked his mobile across the room. He sighed.
'Not the best birthday you've had.'
The next two days were spent in a zombie state. On Sunday he moved around his apartment looking for something to do but there was nothing that would distract him. He even tried watching James Bond again, but that didn't stop him thinking about Jack. On Monday, Ianto found himself stuck at work and still looking for a distraction, the guilt was plaguing his mind. When Tuesday came by, Ianto was dreading seeing Gwen again, but pulled himself together so he could keep Gwen company whilst trying on Wedding dresses, something he had promised to do for her weeks before.
"OMG Yanny! I think this is the one!"
"Gwen, I'm sure it is, but do you really think I should be here. I mean I don't know anything about these types of things. Surely one of your girlfriends would give a better opinion than me."
"No Yanny! You have to be here! You're gay for crying out loud!"
"Gwen being gay does not make me…"
"TA-DA!" Ianto was suddenly cut off by Gwen pulling back the changing room curtain and standing there with hands in the air. "I told you, THIS is the one!" Moving up to the large mirror, Gwen stood up on a step and grinned at her reflection.
"You look beautiful Gwen." She giggled but then scrunched up her face.
"You ok?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah just trying to see if my mascara will run. I don't want to be that ugly mascara faced-crying bride at my wedding!" Raising his eyebrows, Ianto left Gwen to her own devises in front of the mirror whilst he walked into the main lobby and sat down. For the past few days, Jack and his toothy grin kept popping into Ianto's mind and it was that exact grin, that was stuck on his mind for the next half hour until Gwen grabbed his hand and yanked him out of the store to go get post-bridal shop lunch.
After what felt like a long lunch, Gwen and Ianto began to walk back to their homes.
"So Yanny, I feel like we've been talking about me all day. How's your love life going?"
"Uh Gwen, there really isn't anything new, how about we just talk about something else."
"Oh come on Yan! Don't you give me that bullshit! With that attitude you'll be alone forever!"
"Gwen I'm only twenty-five."
"Exactly! Prime of your life! You know who you should go for, John!" Ianto stopped on the sidewalk and stared at Gwen
"Uh what?"
"You know John, Jack's friend. He told me himself he thinks you're hot! He's bi!"
"Uh, Gwen no. Just because another man is bi doesn't mean we should get together, or want to get together. He's not my type. He's too forward."
"As if! You'd be perfect for each other! You'll be singing a different song by the end of this weekend." Gwen remarked in a sing-song voice. Ianto frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I invited him to take the last room when we go to Barmouth this weekend!"
"What? Gwen!"
"Oh come on! It'll be great! I bet he'd be fan-bloody-tastic in bed!"
"Gwen!"
"Come on!" Gwen started walking again, "It'll be the best weekend! Trust me!"
Ianto groaned. Somehow, he doubted he'd survive the weekend. 'Jack's going to be there and now his overly enthusiastic friend John will be too. What did I do to deserve this torture…oh wait…i slept with his best friends fiancé. Shit'
