The two boys were found by a doctor the next morning, sound asleep and curled up together beneath the heavy woolen blanket. He coughed politely to wake them and said, "I just need to check Mr. Jones' vitals and then he's free to go."
In surprise, an embarrassed Ianto pushed Jack out of bed and was rewarded with loud swearing as Jack's ass hit the hard tile, "What the fuck was that for?"
Ianto had turned a deep shade of magenta and he quickly suggested, "Why don't you go fill out the release forms and call Owen to come pick us up?"
Jack sent one last glare at Ianto and left the room to do so. Jack, still slightly irritated after his abrupt awakening, forced Owen out of the driver's seat and left Ianto to his own devices when it came to getting into the SUV. He asked Owen, "How is Gwen doing."
Owen released a cracked noise from his throat and quickly said, "Why would I know how Gwen is doing? I haven't seen her since last night."
A sharp gasp sounded from the back seat, "You slept with Gwen last night?"
Two pink splotches appeared on each of Owen's cheeks, "What? I didn't say that."
"Are you blushing Owen?" Ianto asked dryly.
He sneered, "Of course not."
"I thought she had a boyfriend," Jack inserted coldly.
Regaining his cocky persona Owen replied, "I guess she's not as much of a prude as we thought. Why? Were you letting some sheep-shagging boyfriend stand in your way?"
Jack said nothing which told Ianto everything. The rest of the car ride continued in an awkward silence and Ianto quickly fell asleep from the gentle rocking of the vehicle. Arriving back at their flat the two boys in the front looked back at the sleeping Welshman. Owen looked over to Jack, "Should we wake him up?"
Jack shrugged, "The doctor said that he would need a lot of sleep."
"I guess we can just leave him there then," Owen suggested.
Thus, Ianto was left: head tilted at an awkward angle and a safety belt digging into his back. He awoke an hour later stiff and in an immense amount of pain. He attempted to rise, but found that his ribs had stiffed from the awkward position. He pulled out his mobile and briefly considered calling Jack, but thinking about his earlier response to Gwen and Owen's shenanigans, Ianto decided against it. After about twenty minutes he managed to wiggle into the front of the car in search of the pain medication that he hoped hadn't been taken inside.
At the same time, Tosh returned from the library and was walking up the drive whence she spotted a firm buttocks pressed against the passenger window of the SUV. She pulled it open and asked incredulously, "Ianto, what are you doing?"
Ianto whimpered as the support of the window left and the strain was placed back on his bruised muscles, "Looking for my pills."
She eased him into a sitting position, "Why didn't you have one of the others get them for you? I'm sure Jack wouldn't have minded."
Ianto snorted, "Now that I'm out of immediate danger, Jack's concern for me has severely lessened. Don't take how he acted yesterday as true representation of his feelings. He just has a bit of a hero-complex. Anyway, the drugs aren't even here. They must be inside."
"And you didn't think to check there first?" Tosh asked. Then realization dawned on her face and she frowned, "Ianto: did they leave you in the car?"
"I was asleep," Ianto replied with a self-deprecating smile.
Fury flashed over her features and for the first time Ianto could see the girl who hacked MI5 without breaking a sweat. A twinge in his ribs cause Ianto to wince and her face immediately softened, "Here, let's get you into bed and then I'll deal with the boys."
She did her best to support him with her tiny frame and they hobbled awkwardly up the steps to their front door. Jack and Gwen turned to face the door from their positions on the couch when they entered, but Ianto staunchly ignored them. Gwen smiled softly at him, her anime-eyes shining, "Oh, pet, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he replied.
Once Tosh got him settled into bed she fetched the pills and a tall glass of water. "Do you want me to get any DVDs from the living room?"
Ianto was about to decline when he heard the faint sound of moaning echoed through his adjoining wall with Owen. Already intimately familiar with the noises Jack made while shagging he could only assume that these new sounds belonged to Gwen. By the look on her face, Tosh came to this realization at about the same time so Ianto quickly said, "Why don't you get us some food and pick out a film and you can join me."
She smiled gratefully at him, "Any preferences?"
"You choose," he told her.
Once Tosh left, Jack entered through their adjoining door. He flashed his patented grin at Ianto, "In bed already Ianto? You're always one step ahead of me aren't you?"
Ianto blinked at him doubtfully, "I'm not supposed to do any physical activity."
"I'm sure we can work around it," Jack told him, smoothly pulling off his shirt and stalking towards the bed with an animalistic purr. "You can just lie back and let me take care of you."
Rolling away from Jack's attempted kiss, Ianto told him dryly, "Why don't you just go join Owen and Gwen if you want sex. Tosh and I are going to watch a movie."
Jack frowned, but then recovered by flashing another smile. "I can do that. What movie are we watching?"
It was Ianto's turn to frown as he replied carefully, "It was kind of going to be a just me and Tosh thing. We hardly ever spend time just the two of us anymore."
Jack eyes narrowed, "Fine, I'm going out then."
Ianto watched with a flash impassivity as Jack stood framed in the lavatory fixing his hair. After a few moments his attempted nonchalance faded and he asked, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet. Maybe a pub or I got invited to a party by this cute girl I met at the coffee shop the other day," Jack shrugged: his muscles flexing as he slid gel through his locks.
"Oh," Ianto replied softly. Jack disappeared through the other door to slide on a new shirt and when he returned Ianto noted: "That's your pulling shirt."
"So?" Jack asked.
Ianto sunk lower under the blankets, "So nothing. I just didn't realize you were still doing that."
Jack shot him a slightly condescending look, "We're not monogamous Ianto."
"I know," He replied sullenly. "There are other concerns to you sleeping around that don't involve monogamy. We didn't use protection last time and I assumed you wouldn't have put me in any danger. Should I assume you had your blood checked out for any potential… diseases before hand or did you not even consider my safety?"
Jack's face softened as he looked considerably chastised, "You're my best friend: you know I wouldn't endanger you. I haven't been with anyone since we've started sleeping together. This would have been the first."
At that moment Tosh came back, her arms full of goodies and a few films, she looked over at Jack and asked, "Are you going somewhere?"
He shook his head, "I was going to call Tom for drinks, but Ianto just reminded me that he went to London with Martha to visit her family."
Ianto sighed, "Why don't you join us for a film."
He looked up hopefully, "Really?"
"I don't know," Tosh told him as she popped a video into the player. "I'm still cross with you for leaving Ianto in the car like that. He was in so much pain he couldn't make it back to the house without my help. I don't even want to know how long he was there before I came along."
"What?" Jack turned to Ianto who was pointedly looking in the other direction. "You had your phone. Why didn't you call me?"
Ianto looked pointedly down at his hands, "I was just being stupid, okay? Can we just watch the movie now?"
"Only if you call it a film," Jack teased. He turned to Tosh with a shit-eating grin, "It sounds hot when he says it with that accent."
"Jack has a bit of a fetish," Ianto explained dryly, "In case you haven't noticed."
"One that he's usually perfectly happy to indulge in," Jack added, stripping down to his boxers and undershirt before sliding under the blankets. His arm met bare skin and he lifted the comforter in interest, "Are you naked under here?"
Ianto slapped away Jack's wandering hand, "Of course not. I'm wearing sweatpants."
"Shame," Jack sighed. "Though, I suppose it's for the best: Tosh wouldn't have been able to keep her hands off of you if it was otherwise."
He let out a derisive snort, "Yes. I'm sure it's Tosh that we would have to worry about. Now, get cozy, I'm starting the film."
"Tease," Jack told him with a smile.
The credits were rolling when the doorbell rang. Tosh started to get out of the bed, but Ianto grabbed her arm, "Let Owen get it."
She smiled wickedly and wiggled back into a comfortable position. After two minutes of continued blaring from the siren doorbell, they heard a loud male curse and twenty seconds later Ianto's bedroom door flew open to reveal Siobhan, weighed down by various packages. She smiled distractedly at them all, "Owen told Mickey who told me what happened. So, I brought alphabet noodle soup, a heating pad, and a few movies since you've probably seen the ones you own a billion times."
Ianto elbowed him in the stomach, "Thanks for doing all of this Siobhan."
"You're welcome," She smiled. A mischievous look crossed her face and she added, "Though, if you got yourself a nice girlfriend then she could do all of these things for you."
"That's what I'm always telling him," Tosh agreed. "He always does everything for us: he needs to find someone who will help him for once."
A permanent glower etched itself onto Jack's face and, spotting this, Ianto told them firmly, "I don't need that. I'm happy the way things are."
"They're right," Jack told him quietly. "I'm going to bed."
Once Jack had disappeared through the adjoining lavatory, Ianto glared at Siobhan. She winced and said, "I was only trying to help. You deserve so much more that what he's giving you."
"Nobody ever said that I want more."
She sighed, "Friends with benefits never work. There are too many emotions in the relationship already for feelings not to get hurt."
Tosh let out a little noise of surprise, "Friends with benefits?"
Ianto rubbed his forehead in distress, "Sorry, Tosh, I forgot you were there."
"You and Jack are sleeping together?" She asked, ignoring his brush-off.
Siobhan answered for her, "Yes. And they're obviously perfect for each other, but somebody needs to let Jack know that."
"Enough matchmaking," Ianto insisted. "Get me a glass of water and then go gossip somewhere else. I'm going to sleep."
His plans of sleep were interrupted fifteen minutes later by his stomach, which apparently decided to reject the medicine. He flopped his way over to the toilet and retched into the porcelain. He was resting his head against the bowl between hacking coughs when he felt a warm hand press against his back. Jack rubbed soothing circles across his cold bare skin and chuckled, "I think I prefer this when you've been drinking. I don't have to worry about you being hurt and you lose all sense of dignity. Last time you curled up into my lap like a kitten while you puked. It was sweet."
Ianto wiped his lips with a piece of toilet roll, "Only you would find being closer to the scent of warm regurgitated alcohol sweat."
"I'm a romantic at heart," He teased back.
Ducking his head back into the bowl, a few minutes passed before Ianto replied, "You dress like you're the lead character of a 1940's Mills and Boon romance novel. I believe that makes you far more romantic than I am."
Jack laughed loudly, "If you can manage to make snarky comments then I'm assuming the worst has passed. Let's get you back to bed."
Ianto remained pliant as Jack scooped him up and re-deposited him in his bed. It was until Jack was almost out the door that he called, "Jack."
The other boy turned immediately back to him, "What's wrong? Do you want me to get you some more water?"
He shook his head and patted the spot next to him, "Stay."
His smile lit up the room, "Do I get to be the big spoon?"
Ianto rolled his eyes, but rolled over on his side so Jack could curl around him, "You're going to get spoiled from getting to be the big spoon twice in a row."
Jack kissed his favorite spot on the back of Ianto's neck and asked, "Should you take some pain medication before you go to sleep?"
"It would wear off by the time I woke up," Ianto told him. "I tried to take some so I could fall asleep without pain, but you just saw the result of that."
Curling his fingers around one of the edges of the bandage across Ianto's stomach, Jack confessed, "I should have gone with you and Tosh to get the water."
Ianto shifted, "You couldn't have guessed what was going to happen. You made Tosh feel a bit better knowing that Gwen and Owen weren't off shagging in the woods."
"I think they were snogging when I showed up. You know, I planned this whole trip so we could spend some time together… I can't believe it ended with Owen getting more action than us."
"Why did you think that a group trip would result in us getting to spend time together?" He asked incredulously.
"It wasn't supposed to be a group trip," Jack admitted. "Owen overheard me asking Doc if he could get me some UNIT camping gear to borrow."
"So it was supposed to be…" Ianto trailed off. He blinked three times in the darkness and said instead, "Goodnight Jack."
"Goodnight Ianto," Jack replied and Ianto thought he could hear a note of disappointment in the older boy's voice, but he resolutely pushed it away.
The next morning Jack awoke to Tosh's giggling, "It's a good thing I offered to check on you. Gwen almost came to check."
"What time is it?" Jack asked quietly, attempting not to wake the sleeping Welshman.
"Half past one," Tosh replied. "I've never seen Ianto sleep so late."
Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's collarbone as he untangled himself and questioned, "Do you think his stomach is up for beans on toast?"
Without waiting for a reply, Jack padded out of the room in just a tiny pair of boxer briefs and into the kitchen. Gwen and Martha were eating at the table in the kitchen and both of their jaws dropped when he entered. He smiled unselfconsciously at the pair and set about making breakfast for Ianto while the others were eating lunch.
"If I had known that you had such a great view, I would come over more often," Martha joked: her eyes still on Jack.
Jack tossed her a wink over his bare shoulder, "Don't let Tom catch you saying those things."
"I'm just looking," She laughed. "Now if only…"
At that moment, Ianto ambled out dressed in a slightly more conservative pair of boxers and after sharing a quick kiss with Jack (and resting his hand briefly on the small of Jack's back). He turned and, noticing the girls sitting nearby, he flushed and sank into a seat next to them, "Morning."
"You read my mind Ianto Jones." Martha grinned.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he smiled back, "Always a pleasure to help a fellow Jones… What exactly did I do?"
"Helped fulfill the secret desires of a taken woman," She replied with a wink.
He blinked at her and then shrugged, "I guess I'm alright with that then. What are we eating?"
"Beans on toast," Jack called.
Ianto groaned, "I should have known. It's the only thing you can make."
Jack waved a spatula, spattering beans across the floor, "You'll appreciate what you're given or you'll get nothing."
"Thanks for the beans mum." Ianto told him dryly. Jack sent him a bemused glance, before turning back to the stove.
Gwen smiled at Ianto, "I really hope you're not half as affectionate with your mum as you are with Jack."
Ianto smiled tightly back at her, "My mum's dead so there's no need for youto worry."
Gwen gaped, "I just keep putting my foot in it, don't I?"
Jack brought two plates over and set one in front of Ianto. Taking the seat next to them he rested his hand on the thigh of Ianto, who sent him an appreciative glance and took the hand in his own as he told Gwen, "It was a long time ago. I hardly remember her. And, to prevent yet another awkward situation, you should know that my tad is dead too, but I'm really not upset about that."
"Oh, I'm sorry Ianto," She said. After a moment she asked, "Where do you stay over the holidays?"
"With my older sister Rhiannon," Ianto said.
"And he's got my family," Jack added. "The Doc calls him his well-behaved son. I think he likes him more than me…"
"That's because you broke his TARDIS," Ianto reminded him.
"His what?" Gwen asked.
"It's his car," Martha explained.
Jack nodded, "The name appears to be come sort of inside joke between him and Rose. He's had the car forever and loves it more than me."
"I still can't believe he let you borrow the car this summer," Ianto confessed.
Jack laughed as he remembered, "I told him that I was taking you out on a date, and you know how much he wants you to be a part of the family."
Ianto blanched, "And finding out you lied about taking me on a date probably just made the reaction over the crash worse."
He blinked, "Why would I tell him I lied?"
"So your whole family thinks that were dating?"
Jack chewed a piece of toast thoughtfully and answered through the food, "Probably."
Gwen and Martha both attempted not to laugh at the look on Ianto's face. He sputtered for a moment and then sighed and asked, "Is that why Doc kept opening the door anytime we were in a room alone together?"
"That would be it," Jack agreed.
Ianto rolled his eyes, "I'm going back to bed."
Beans dribbled down Jack's chin as he turned to the two girls, "Was it something I said?"
Martha promptly smacked him upside the head.
A/N: I'm rather surprised at the response to Siobhan. It seems that some of you actually still like her so I guess that's good. she managed to stick around for another chapter. She's resilient at least. I wanted to post this quickly as a thank you to everyone who replied and encouraged me to keep going with this story.
As a bonus thank you my homepage on my profile leads to my livejournal account and on it I've posted pictures from interior design blogs that resemble what I picture the Torchwood University flat to look like. If anyone actually bothers to go look at it comment on there and let me know if you think it's a good idea, I thought it was fun so if y'all like it then I might post more later of what parts of the Doctor's house looks like when they go there in a few pictures.
