Warning; Tiny bit of language but nothing you won't hear in the show. Just a quick silly one getting back into it, as you can see from the original date.


Jack was looking forward to a quiet night. The rift was calm, he'd sent the others home for the evening and settled on the sofa in the hub to catch up on some paperwork that he'd told Ianto he'd finished last week.

The only thing missing was Ianto. He'd insisted he should go out, get some distance from the hub. Jack felt guilty that basically all the man did was work, sleep or spend time with Jack himself. It was easy to forget how young he was when he was all suited and professional. He needed to enjoy himself outside of all this madness. So he'd reluctantly agreed to join Owen for a few drinks in town.

He was expecting maybe a text when Ianto arrived home for the evening, possibly a phone call of a slightly giggly Welshman. What he was absolutely not expecting was the lift to come down with a raucous singing Ianto being held up by Owen, who was clearly not sober himself but at least could stand up straight. As he looked up in confusion, Ianto spotted him and waved frantically,

"JACK!" he yelled excitedly, attempting to step off the lit when it was still several feet from the ground. Owen showed some sense grabbing the back of Ianto's jacket to prevent him falling off, releasing him when it hit the floor for him to catapult himself at Jack.

"Ianto, you're…"

"Pissed as a fart is what I am Sir!" Ianto giggled, taking off his jacket and dropping it on the floor in a heap, the most un-Ianto move Jack had seen in some time. Owen laughed, "You can say that again teaboy! Didn't know you had it in you to let your hair down"

"where's your tie gone? That was one of my favourites"

"Oh, I left it around the neck of that guy I snogged" Ianto shrugged, not registering the look of shock and hurt on Jack.

"Yeah that would be me" Owen grumbled, undoing his jacket to reveal Ianto's grey striped tie hanging loosely round his neck. Jack glared at Owen who had the decency to look a little guilty,

"It wasn't my fault!" he protested, "we were talking to these girls and as soon as he realised one was interested in him his natural reaction was to grab me round the neck with his tie and stick his tongue down my throat" he shuddered, "Bloody stupid logic if you ask me, lost me a potentially great night to scare off anyone who tried it on" Owen gave Jack a look, "something to do with you I imagine, I hope you're as exclusive with him as he is with you or you owe me a shag "

Jack raised his eyebrows and Owen realised how that sounded

"Oh shut up you know that's not what I meant! I've had a few myself leave me alone" he sulked off to the kitchen. Jack rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Ianto, just in time as the man threw himself into Jack's arms. Jack instinctively caught him around the waist as Ianto pressed himself to the other man, crushing their lips together roughly. The distinctively rich taste that Jack could only describe as Ianto was masked by lashings of tequila, and as Ianto clumsily attempted to deepen the kiss, running his hands along the waistband of Jack's trousers, Jack stepped back, trying to keep the Welshman steady.

"Probably not the best idea tonight Yan"

"Relax, not like I can get you pregnant"

Jack looked sheepish, "well actually…." He laughed, "51st century biology and all that"

Ianto's face was completely unreadable. Whether he was happy or terrified was a mystery. That question was somewhat answered when he turned and was spectacularly sick over the edge of the medical bay. Jack sighed. Not the reaction he'd been going for.

Ianto looked up guiltily, "oopsie"

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and in bed" Jack steered him towards the showers. This sounded like a brilliant idea to Ianto providing Jack was joining him for these activities. Jack was battling to get the Welshman in the right direction while Ianto's main aim to get Jack out of his clothes, attempting to undo his belt while Jack navigated him through the hub backwards.

"What the FUCK has he done in here?!" Owen yelled walking over to the medical bay,

"He's my problem, that's yours!" Jack called back, "its your fault he's like this"

"Don't blame me that the twat can't hold his liquor!"

Jack ignored that last comment, distracted by Ianto giving up with the belt and moving upwards to tackle the shirt buttons. Jack peeled his hands away gently, trying to avoid Ianto's relentless attempts to kiss him, apparently having forgotten what had just happened.

"Right" Jack decided direct orders would get him further than the gentle touch, "Shower, teeth, bed, now"

"Yes Sir" Ianto half saluted him and staggered into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, stripped off and stepped into the shower.

"Jack, I need help" Ianto called after a few minutes

As Jack peeked his head around to check on him, he was unceremoniously dragged by his collar, fully clothed into the shower and pinned to the tiles. He yelped in protest as the water soaked through his clothes, before Ianto silenced him with a kiss, his tongue probing desperately. Normally being with a wet, naked Ianto would be Jack's ideal evening, but with him in this state it didn't seem fair to take advantage of him. These logical thoughts were fighting for space in Jack's brain, with most of it focused on what Ianto was doing with his tongue, moving across his jaw down to his neck. He'd managed somehow to undo his belt and his hands were travelling lower, and Jack was desperately losing his battle with logic.

"Ianto" he gasped, "you need to stop, ah…." The younger man bit down hard at his neck in protest, "I can't do this when you're drunk"

"I'm not drunk!" Ianto grumbled, at the same time losing his footing so Jack had to steady him.

"Yes, you are" Jack was trying to control his breathing and desperately trying not to look at anything other than Ianto's face. He was actually impressed at his own resolve here; an old Jack would have had his wicked way with the guy drunk or not. He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around Ianto, whose eyes were now drooping as he resigned himself to being maybe a little bit drunk but certainly tired. He rested his head on Jack's shoulder as he steered him towards the smaller bedrooms they keep in case of emergency guests, deciding the ladder down to his room was one risk too far. Ianto saw the bed and dropped onto it immediately, curling up in the towel and closing his eyes without another word. Jack smiled softly; he was so adorable when he slept. He manoeuvred the man under the covers with a quick kiss on the forehead.

Jack laughed softly to himself; this wasn't quite what he had in mind when he'd sent Ianto out to enjoy himself, but he was happy he'd finally let himself relax. He stripped off his soaking wet clothes and lay next to Ianto, who was already snoring softly. He imagined he'd wake up tomorrow with a splitting head and a lot of questions…


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