A/N Whats this? Lorna's posting on time? LEGASP!

Slightly longer chapter as promised :) and better than the last I hope! As long as theres lots of kinky man on man action then thats good, right? None of this silly heterosexual nonsense I keep hearing about, tsch.

Thanks for the feedback! Keep it coming plzzz! -resists urge to make awful innuendo-


"John?"

"Ianto"

"You're really small..."

John raised a questioning eyebrow "what?"

"You're really small...and fuzzy"

"Ah" John smirked, "that's the drink honey"

Ianto frowned and looked down at the bottle he was holding, attempting to read the label.

"Wuh...his...whiskey!" he let out a triumphant 'whoop' and took another swig from the bottle. John smiled and reached for the bottle himself.

"Yeah, and you should probably lay off that for a while...don't want you passing out before the night has even begun..."

"Begun huh?"

John grinned and leaned forward to catch Ianto's lips with his own. "You better believe it" he whispered.

Ianto grinned back and grabbed John by his shirt collar. "What are we waiting for then?"

"I like the way you think eye candy" John replied, allowing Ianto to pull him to his feet and drag him to the door, neither man bothering to lock the door on their way out.


"He's still at it up there you know"

Gwen's eyes widened as she turned to Martha, her mouth hanging open in shock "What?!"

Martha gave her a questioning look for a minute before realisation dawned on her and she let out a short laugh "Oh god no! I mean on the CCTV, he's been re-watching the footage of Ianto from the day he left all day...I really don't think it's gonna do any good, it's just making him cranky"

Gwen sighed and looked down at the pen she was fiddling with. "I know...it's not the best idea but it might be the only one, we both want Ianto back as soon as possible"

Martha opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again, unsure of Gwen's reaction. Gwen however, didn't miss the action and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing...It's just" Martha took a deep breath before continuing "Maybe Ianto doesn't want to come back..."

"Maybe...but what else would he do? Torchwood's been his life for so long now; he wouldn't just leave all that behind, not after Tosh and Owen"

"Unless he thinks he should get out now while he still has the chance..."

Gwen blinked a couple times, unsure of what to say. That comment had almost hurt more than Ianto leaving.

"No. He Wouldn't. It's not just torchwood, it's Jack too...he loves Jack, I'm sure of it"

Martha gave a tight smile and nodded. "Well, you know him better than I do..."

Before Gwen could respond they heard Jack's office door swing open and the captain's voice bellowing across the hub.

"I found him!"


Usually, a club like this would be Ianto's idea of hell. But with John's arms wrapped firmly around his waist and a few glasses of whiskey down him, this place was starting to feel more and more like heaven.

Ianto could barely hear what John was saying in his ear but he was confident it was something dirty. That made Ianto smile to himself and he turned in the older man's arms to pull him closer. As he did, a thought popped into his head. He hooked his fingers into the other man's belt and pulled him across to the dance floor, a huge grin spread across his face as he went. John watched as Ianto moved almost gracefully through the crowds of people into the middle of the floor, flashing lights dancing over his frame as he went. Suddenly he'd stopped and John found himself pulled flush against the other man as he slipped his arms around John's neck. John slowly ran his hands down the younger mans torso until they rested on his hips. He gripped onto them slightly as they swayed to the music, pulling the Welshman closer until every part of their bodies were touching. That seemed to please Ianto as his dancing became more erratic and soon he was grinding against the older man without a care in the world.

"Ianto" John whispered brushing his lips against the younger mans cheek.

Ianto barely registered his name being spoken and was instead lost in a world of his own, a world that consisted of only him, John Hart and the dance floor. A world where he could do anything and be anything he wanted. As he felt the older man's tongue brush his lower lip he decided that right now he wanted to belong to John and no one else. He quickly turned in the captain's arms so his back was against John's chest, bringing John's hands to rest on his hips again as he moved against him. John slid his hands into the pockets of Ianto's jeans and whispered into his ear

"You, Ianto Jones..." he paused to trace a line with his tongue along Ianto's jaw "are so incredibly hot right now..." his tongue moved down to Ianto's neck as he gently sucked on the tender flesh there "and I think if you carry on like you are, I might have to ravish you right here, right now on this dance floor"

Ianto smirked and let his head fall back onto John's shoulder. "Then shut up and get the hell on with it"

John grinned in response and kissed a line back up to Ianto's lips. "Oh I can see why Jack kept coming back for more..."

Ianto froze. Jack. Jack.

He quickly pulled himself out of John's reach and headed swiftly towards the door, John hot on his heel.

"Ianto, wait!"

Ianto didn't reply, but stopped as he reached the door when he realised how dizzy he was. He clutched onto the door frame and scrunched his eyes shut, as if he could somehow erase all thoughts of Jack from his memory. John caught up with him then and grabbed his wrist, turning him around to face him.

"What's wrong?"

Ianto tried to find the words to respond but was finding it hard to focus on anything in particular. He gripped onto John's shirt and felt his eyes well with tears, before he knew it they were streaming down his face and he was only able to croak out one word. "Jack"

John frowned and reached out to take Ianto's hand, running his thumb over it in a soothing motion. Ianto seemed to relax a bit then and slumped back against the doorframe, watching John's fingers work their magic on his skin. Both men were quiet as they absorbed the heavy bass of the club music and concentrated on their joined hands. After a few moments Ianto was the first one to speak

"Can we get out of here?"

John smiled and nodded, keeping Ianto's hand in his own and pulling him out the door. "Where do you want to go? Back to the hotel?"

Ianto stopped and looked to his feet, suddenly looking even more unsure of himself. John was surprised to find his heart go out to the young man in front of him and suddenly felt a strong urge to make things right for him "Ianto? Tell me what you need..."

Ianto took a step closer and looked John in the eyes "I need you"

Ianto looked so young and vulnerable as he spoke those three words that John couldn't help but lean forward and kiss him right there and then. That seemed to take Ianto by surprise but he accepted the kiss happily before both men walked side by side back to the hotel.


Watching John Hart sleep really had become one of Ianto's favourite past times over the last two days. As Ianto was pondering this thought he also started to wonder when exactly his crazy fling with John had become something more...and also how it had become something more when three days ago Ianto had wanted nothing to do with him.

He sighed and lay back down next to the older man, peering at the clock over his shoulder. 6:30, he should probably get some more sleep after the long night he'd had. Saying that it definitely wasn't a 

bad night when they'd got back to the hotel, he didn't even have a bad hangover...John really did work magic.

While Ianto smiled to himself over that thought John began to stir next to him and soon opened one eye to smile back at Ianto.

"Morning gorgeous"

"Morning captain"

"I do love it when you call me captain"

"My captain..."

John flashed a dirty grin and rolled over to straddle Ianto's hips.

"Are you always this horny in the morning eye candy?" he asked in a husky voice, leaning down to place a kiss on the younger mans lips.

"You must be having an effect on me...captain"

John growled and kissed Ianto fiercely, forcing his tongue through the Welshman's lips. Ianto kissed him back with as much enthusiasm and decided that this had become another of his favourite past times too. Especially when John's hand was moving further south so rapidly...

They were interrupted by a knock at the door and Ianto groaned loudly in annoyance.

"Who the hell's that?" John questioned, pulling back but not moving off the other man's body.

"Haven't a clue" he tried to push the older man off but John remained firmly where he was "move, I need to go answer that"

John sighed dramatically and began to move off Ianto, but quickly holding Ianto back in place so he couldn't get up.

"Let me get it, you stay here" John insisted.

Ianto attempted to struggle for a moment but soon gave in to John's order and lay back against the pillows, watching John pull his jeans on and head over to the door.

Ianto couldn't see who was at the door from where he was but he could tell from the look on John's face and the very familiar voice that followed after that this definitely wasn't good...

"John..." the voice said.

"...Jack"