Miniature Disasters (KT Tunstall)
Owen frowns at him, but his exploring fingers never stop. Ianto bucks against him and digs his fingers into the medic's shoulder.
"I thought you were shagging Jack. I thought you were in love with Jack."
Ianto's hand wriggles into Owen's pants and executes a wonderful stroke that leaves Owen shuddering and moaning and nipping at the Welshman's throat.
"I thought I was too."
"What happened?"
"Turns out I was second in line."
They discard clothes and start toward the bedroom. They don't get too far, and Owen shoves Ianto up against the wall to pay far too much attention to his nipples and not enough to his cock.
"Why aren't you waiting, then? Seems like something you'd do."
"Well, then you don't know me very well."
"Apparently." The lecherous grin is obvious in the medic's voice.
Ianto's hands are in Owen's hair, gripping hard, and he uses that advantage to tug Owen upward and kiss him hard and passionate on the mouth before pushing him back down to tend to the pressing need of his erection. Ianto nearly chokes on an inhale as Owen takes him in one go. He cards one hand through the Londoner's hair, the other on the side of Owen's neck. This is crazy and probably destined to fail, but he likes it and he's not going to let a little relationship catastrophe stop him.
"A spot opened up elsewhere and I was first in line."