Note: another follow up on chapter 35, "Game night". Requested by WickedWitchoftheSE. I hope that this pleases you :)

BTW, there might be less updates now because i have exams in januari and i'm currently writting another TW story called "The day I stopped dreaming". Bare with me please, I will try and write a couple more though.

As always, reviews make me smile!

Oh, I know you didn't

Ianto lay contently and quite satisfied on Owen's 300 pounds luxury silk sheets, his legs and arms spread out across the four poster bed. He turned on his stomach and giggled shyly into the cushion.

Jack walked in, carrying a bottle of water and two glasses. "What are you laughing about?" he curiously asked as he filled two glasses. He handed one to Ianto and beamed as the young man eagerly accepted the refreshment.

"Jack … we just had sex on Owen's bed."

"Yes, we did." Jack answered, a devious smile plastered on his face.

"Jack … we were loud. VERY loud."

"Yes, we were. If I had known that silk sheets had that effect on you, I would've bought some a long time ago."

"Cheeky!" Ianto replied. "Black … it's a bit tacky though, isn't it?"

"Oh but only in the good way!" Jack countered.

"Oh god, Owen is going to be so pissed off." Ianto said as he pulled the older man into a hug.

"I wouldn't worry about it. He's passed out on the couch. I don't think he heard a thing. Or remembers anything."

Ianto laughed heartily, drawing lazily on Jack's thigh. "Should we tell him?"

Jack grinned. "Nah, it'll be our secret. Our dirty secret."

"He doesn't have a blacklight in this room, does he? Or else we are in trouble." Ianto asked, making Jack splatter out his water. "We weren't exactly careful, or clean."

"Jones, you are full of surprises, you are."

Ianto sat up on the bed and draped the sheets around him. He glanced at his naked lover beside him and relished the sight of Jack laying by his side with the moonlight caressing the lines of his toned body. Unknowingly, his lips curled up to a smile.

"You are smiling." Jack stated.

"Am I?"

"Yeah, I definitely see some grinning action going on."

"I've just never been happier." Ianto replied as he leant in for a kiss.

"Me too," responded Jack. "What do you say if we go home and snuggle in our own bed? It may not be under overly expensive black silk sheets in a romantic four poster bed but …"

"It's home." said Ianto, finishing his lover's sentence.

Jack nodded and smirked shyly. He gazed out the windows that bordered the room, overlooking a dark and restful Cardiff. "Home." he whispered.

Dressed and ready to leave, both men stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Ianto had discretely removed any evidence of their encounter and even redressed the bed with new sheets and put the dirty ones in the washing machine.

"How considerate of you." Jack said.

"Least I could do. I did treat him badly last night."

Jack gave Ianto a peculiar glance. "He treats you like crap most of the time. You get him back one time and you feel guilty?"

Ianto shrugged. "I'd rather be on the receiving end than be the nasty one."

"Owen doesn't deserve a friend like you." Jack said as a dopey grin crossed his face.

"Shut up!"

They both huddled past a sleeping and snoring Owen. "Man, he's even louder than you are." Jack stated, barely containing his laugh.

"OI! You shouldn't talk. You drown out a small aircraft!"

"Don't exaggerate Yan!"

"Me? Never!"

Jack grinned as he saw something on the table that caught his eye. "I wonder how Owen would look with a porn-tash …"

He picked up a permanent marker and leant over the sleeping man. Seconds later, Jack withdrew to reveal a carefully drawn moustache above Owen's upper lip.

"Oh Jack, I know you didn't."

"Oh yes I did!" the Captain said, giggling and nearly falling over. "As a matter of fact …" he added as he bent over Owen. Once again, he stepped back and exposed his latest artwork. Across Owen's chest he had written 'Ianto's bitch'.

Ianto burst out in a laughing fit. Both men hurried out the door before their laughter would wake up the drunk medic. "Oh … we are so going to pay for that."

"Yeah Jack. We are … still pretty funny though!"

"HARKNESS!"

Owen's voice traveled through the hub, even drowning out the blaring alarm that announced his entrance. Funnily enough, no one could decipher if Owen's voice was angry or just amused.

"Jack bloody Harkness." Owen started. "I know you didn't."

"Didn't what?" Jack innocently asked.

"Where do I even begin?!" Owen said as he lifted his arms up in the air. "You sabotaged the night."

"What do you mean?"

"You made me kiss Ianto!" Owen blurted out.

"No … that … that was Gwen."

Owen pointed an accusing finger just between Jack's eyes. "You trashed my place!"

"No, that was … well everyone but me!"

"There is vodka on my carpet!" Owen firmly said.

"That was you!"

"Was it?" the medic asked, not sure if he trusts his own memories after last night's drink-binging.

"Yes, you knocked over the bottles on the table when Ianto was fondling you."

Owen's eyes narrowed. "Fondling?"

"How else did you end up topless on your couch?" Jack replied, wriggling his eyebrows.

Owen coughed, more as a way to cover up his snort.

"Gwen and Tosh were kissing as well!"

"They did lose the bet …"

"You made Ianto wear a bra! With apples inside!" Owen countered!

Jack grinned. "Well yes, oranges don't quite complement his pale chest."

"Jack, you … WROTE on me!"

"I admit. THAT I did do."

"You wrote 'Ianto's bitch' on me!"

"Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"Because you were. I have pictures to prove it!"

Suddenly Ianto entered Jack's office, putting a direct stop to the conversation. He looked at Owen and he could distinctly still see the lines Jack had drawn on his upper lip. The skin around it was raw and red, probably because Owen had tried to get the permanent marker off his face.

He burst out in laughter and hurried to put down the cup of coffee on Jack's desk. Jack's eyes twinkled as they met Ianto's.

"Don't you laugh! He screwed you over as well."

"Oh he sure did." Ianto replied, grinning at Jack. "At least I was … comfortable."

Owen gasped. "You didn't."

His eyes quickly snapped from Jack and Ianto, both sporting an equal evil look. "Oh I know you didn't… in my house?"

"Relax Owen!" Jack said. "It was a good night and you were a great host. Now don't be a spoilsport and bring up all the shit we've done whilst drunk."

"You weren't." Owen countered.

"No, I wasn't. I can … control myself. Unlike the rest …"

"So basically you did nothing wrong and everyone else is to blame?"

Jack grinned. "Okay, I may have … egged people on … and took pictures…"

"You sabotaged the evening!"

"Sabotage is such a strong word … I prefer .. coordinated."

"The pictures?" Owen asked, a bit apprehensive about what the answer is going to be.

"They make nice Christmas cards. And of course leverage."

"Leverage? For what?"

"Well … remember that stack of paperwork that was due three months ago and that you still haven't finished?"

"Yeah …"

"I suggest you get to it."

"Oh … well played Harkness."

"Thank you."

Owen grumpily walked over to his desk and started his tasks. "I hate paperwork. I really do." he muttered under his breath.

"I'm going to get lunch. Anyone need anything from the store?" Ianto asked.

Gwen, Tosh and Owen all nodded a polite 'no' and Ianto left the hub.

Owen saw the young man walk down the stairs on the CCTV and thought about that kiss they shared. His lips, his hands and his taste. For some reason, he couldn't get him out of his head. Something was bugging him. Something he knew but could not quite put his finger on.

He jumped as Ianto's voice sounded through the comm. system.

"Owen? Now that I'm going out for shopping … where did you get those black silk sheets? They're exquisite!"

Ianto never got an answer. The only thing he heard was Owen screaming out 'HARKNESS!' followed by static.