Chapter 7: Graecum est; non legitur
Classes started up again the next morning and they were forced back into their daily routines, Jack had tried in vain to get Ianto to stay in bed that morning (going so far as to offer to stay with him) but Ianto had gotten up at half past seven as per usual. Jack lay in bed watching him dress and Ianto told him wryly, "You're not going to have time to fix your hair if you don't get up soon."
"Maybe I won't get up at all. I'll just lay here, naked, and maybe have a bit of a wank in your bed," Jack wagged his eyebrows at Ianto, stretching languorously so that the sheet fell down to reveal the faintest dusting of hair above his cock.
"Wash the sheets after."
"You're no fun," Jack told him, getting out of bed stark naked and heading for the shower.
Ianto clucked his tongue, "That's not what you said last night."
"I was under duress," Jack teased, giving him a quick kiss.
Ianto wrinkled his nose, "Go clean your teeth."
"You're so picky in the mornings," Jack complained.
The two boys continued their bickering as they made their way to class and were still bickering as they made their way to lunch. Jack broke off mid-innuendo to ask, "Who's that girl Tosh is talking to?"
Ianto looked over to where Jack was gesturing and shrugged, "I don't know."
"They look close," Jack grinned lecherously.
Ianto rolled his eyes, "Tosh is allowed to have friends other than us…"
"I know," Jack pouted for a moment and then brightened considerably as he added, "Maybe Tosh has become a lesbian – that would be cool."
Ianto raised an eyebrow, "Would it?"
He nodded in excitement, "Yeah, plus it would explain why she turned down my offer of a threesome."
"Yes, Jack, I'm sure Tosh turning down a threesome with you was solely based off of her becoming a lesbian."
"Don't sound so cocky," Jack told him absently. "She turned down a threesome with you as well."
After stopping dead in his tracks, Ianto was forced to jog a couple of steps to catch up with Jack, whereupon he spluttered, "You asked Tosh to have a threesome with me and you? What if she had said yes?"
"Then we would have had a fun afternoon," Jack shrugged. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm not your sex toy, Jack. You can't just pass me around to your friends."
"Are you cross at me again?" Jack's eyes widened.
"No," Ianto sighed. "You're just so fucking clueless sometimes."
"That'd be me," Jack agreed, stealing a soft kiss.
Ianto adjusted his collar and asked: "Shouldn't we have some sort of no kissing rule? Isn't that the way these things usually work?"
"Are you calling yourself a prostitute?" Jack laughed loudly, causing Ianto to feel stupid, and told him: "Stop trying to fit this into what you think a casual relationship should be. It can be whatever we want and I want to kiss you as often as possible."
Ianto considered telling Jack that he needed the boundaries so they would be there to protect his heart, but instead he allowed himself to be kissed and led by hand to lunch. Owen and Gwen arrived at their usual table much later than usual and looking distinctly disheveled. Ianto raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did a wind pick up outside? It was calm when we walked over."
Owen coughed, "A sudden gust is all. It's fine now."
Ianto nodded sagely, "These freak winds have been occurring quite often recently. They're quite loud as well. All of the screeching and moaning keeps me up at night."
Jack choked as he inhaled water down the wrong way, and Ianto calmly patted him on the back until he was able to say, "I'm fine."
"Getting a bit rusty at swallowing Jack?" Owen asked with a grin. "I can't remember the last time you pulled when we went out?"
"That's because you scare everyone away," Jack joked, but his eye twitched slightly and Ianto knew the older boy was longing to tell Owen just how much sex he had been having recently.
Ianto squeezed Jack's knee in thanks and spoke up innocently, "It's not like you've gotten any action recently, Owen."
"Actually," Owen began only to be elbowed in the gut by Gwen. "You're right…sorry I'm a twat."
"It seems as if all of us are in a bit of a dry spell," Ianto continued dryly.
Jack quickly spoke up, "Except for Tosh."
"For the last time Jack, Tosh has not suddenly become a…" Ianto cut off abruptly as he spotted what Jack was grinning at over the heads of Owen and Gwen. He blinked slowly and said instead, "Oh."
Tosh and the blond girl from before were sharing a brief kiss in the entrance to the dining hall. The pair then walked over to their group, with the blond dragging a reluctant Tosh. She gave a timid smile and introduced them, "Everyone this is Mary. Mary this is everyone: Owen, Gwen, Ianto, and-"
"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack interrupted with a salacious grin.
Owen snorted doubtfully, "Captain of what? S.S. Innuendo?"
Jack ignored the sarcasm evident in Owen's voice and explained, "I just thought it sounded good. Besides with this coat and my… personality: who is going to doubt me?"
"As much as I loath to admit it," Ianto intoned. "I think he might be right."
"It suits you," Gwen told him with a smile beneath lowered eyelashes. He raised an eyebrow at her and she jerked into a standing position. Looking startled at her own actions, she quickly said, "I have to visit the lavatory before class."
"Okay, bye Gwen." Owen replied.
She nudged him, "Weren't you just saying that you had to use the lavatory as well? We could walk together?"
"Why do girls always need someone to go to the lavatory with them?" Owen complained. He broke off his rant as Gwen sent him a pointed look, "Oh, right. I did need to go so I suppose I might as well walk with you, yeah."
Once they dashed away, Mary told Tosh: "I'm going to go get us lunch. I'll be right back."
"We're much more subtle than they are, right?" Jack asked Ianto, gesturing at Gwen and Owen's retreating backs after Mary had left.
"Blind elephants are more subtle than they are," Ianto reassured him.
Jack, reassured, nodded, and turned to Tosh: "So who's the bird?"
"The other night after we went to the hospital, Gwen and Owen were busy and I didn't want to be alone so I went out to the pub. And this older gentleman was chatting her up so she came to sit with me so he would leave her alone and as it turned out she knew who I was."
Jack's eyebrow raised in concern: "She was stalking you?"
"Of course not," Tosh laughed. "She had seen you and me in the library one day and asked her friend who we were."
He visibly relaxed, "Oh, I guess that makes sense. People tend to know who I am."
Ianto rolled his eyes and Tosh bristled at the comment, "I'll have you know. Mary asked her friend who we were because she thought I was pretty. She didn't care who you were."
Jack adopted an abashed expression just as Mary arrived. She looked around at all of their faces and asked, "Did I miss something?"
"We're leaving," Tosh told her huffily.
"But we just got here," Mary protested as Tosh dragged her away.
Once they had left, Ianto shot Jack a sideways glance, "You really know how to put your foot in it, don't you?"
"A foot isn't the only thing I can get my mouth around," Jack grinned salaciously at him.
"You're incorrigible."
"So I've been told. Would you care to accompany me to the lavatory now?"
"Honestly, Jack." Ianto muttered, rising to his feet.
Jack looked up at him hopefully, "Is that a yes."
"That's' a no on the lavatory, but a yes on sneaking back to our empty flat. I may even be persuaded to make you a cup of coffee… wearing only an apron."
Jack sat dumfounded as he watched the younger Welshman strut away. After a moment he jumped up in excitement and chased after the younger boy.
Mary took a long drag from a cigarette as she eyed Tosh languorously, "You don't mind if I smoke do you?"
Tosh shook her head slowly as she sunk lower beneath her bedcovers, her boney shoulders shaking despite the warmth: "Its fine."
Mary blew out a puff of smoke into a crown above her head as she reached over and snatched a photo off the bedside table. Her mouth quirked upwards at the image: "Owen. Why am I not surprised? Does he know how you feel for him? It's not like you're hiding it, but I bet he doesn't even bother noticing, does he? Too busy fucking Gwen Cooper."
Tosh turned over on the bed so that her back was turned, "I think there's an ash tray in the kitchen if you want to go find it?"
Slipping out of bed, Mary searched through the closet for a bit before evidentially choosing something as Tosh could hear the swoosh of fabric. Her head turned and she watched warily as Mary sauntered out of the bedroom, loosely draped in the soft silk robe and then as the door shut with a snick she turned back over in shame.
Jack felt what he personally considered was a ridiculous amount of happiness. He knew he had wanted Ianto since he had seen his friend stark naked, bathed in moonlight, and dripping wet after accomplishing a skinny dipping dare in Cardiff Bay (only the faint smell of sewage had put him off from taking the younger boy in full view of a dozen spectators). However, this current combination of friendship and mind-blowing sex far-surpassed every single one of the fantasies he had wanked himself raw to after the aforementioned incident.
Jack was pondering these things in an absent-minded way as he observed the younger boy resting face down on top of the sheets, reveling in a heady post-orgasmic haze. Jack ran his hand down the concave of Ianto's back causing the Welshman to rumble in the back of his throat. Jack laughed and asked him, "I'm going to get a bottle of water – do you want one?"
Ianto was apparently too contented to reply as he said nothing but made another grumble. Jack slid on a pair of boxer shorts without checking to see if they were his and winced as the cotton brushed against still sensitive skin. He opened the door slowly, and after a furtive glance down the hall he slipped outside. He walked to the kitchen with a slight limp in his usually steady gait and headed straight to the refrigerator. Wrenching open the door, he sighed in pleasure as the cold air washed over his over-heated skin.
"Is that as good for her as it is for you?"
Jack's eyes snapped up at the unfamiliar voice and traced the shapely line of a leg up to prominently displayed cleavage. The fabric that was blocking Jack's view dipped even lower and more details came into focus as Mary sauntered forward to join him in the shaft of cooler air. He stood there dumbstruck as breasts pressed against his bare chest, complete skin on skin contact prevented only by the briefest whisper of silk. He continued to observe the view presented to him as tiny goose bumps began to appear on ample flesh due to the sudden shock of cooler air. In contrast, warm air blew wafted against his lips and his eyes quickly jumped up to soft pink lips as they hovered an inch away from his.
The sound of a throat clearing caused Jack's eyes to pinball over to the doorway where he found Ianto coughing discretely into his fist while Toshiko cowered behind him. He stepped back quickly, "This really isn't what it looks like?"
"He came on to me Toshiko," Mary insisted. "He doesn't care about you."
"I think you should go home Mary," Ianto inserted calmly. "Tosh, why don't you go get her stuff from your room."
She nodded and scurried from the room. Jack looked after her for a moment before rounding on Mary in anger, "My guess is you're not from around these parts so let me fill you in: Nobody fucks around with my friends."
"You seemed really concerned about your friends five minutes ago… or were you looking for Tosh in between my breasts?" Mary scoffed.
"No matter how thin Tosh may be, your breasts are rather small for her to be able to fit between," Ianto commented snidely causing Jack to snort. "Perhaps you should consider an augmentation if you insist on pursuing a career in prostitution."
"Prostitution?" Mary stuttered.
Ianto blinked innocently, "Oh, sorry. Do you prefer to call it something differently when you sleep with someone in order to get at their roommate?"
Before Mary could reply, Tosh returned with Mary's belongings and Jack forcibly escorted her out of the house. Tosh sniffled, "So she was only with me to get to Jack?"
"It seems that way," Ianto replied with a sympathetic smile. "Are you going to be okay Tosh? I mean, even before this you haven't seemed yourself. It's not like you to sleep with someone you barely know."
"I don't think I'm taking the Owen and Gwen thing very well," Tosh admitted quietly.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder Ianto gently lead her to the couch and allowed her to curl up against his left side. They were shortly joined by Jack who sequestered himself on Tosh's other side and Ianto, despite feeling bad for Tosh, couldn't help but smile over her head when Jack interlaced their fingers behind the back of the couch.
A/N: Sorry for the late update and sorry that it's so short. I wanted to give y'all something, but I'm at a bit of a writer's block with this right now. I'm just not really in my Torchwood headspace because of my sudden obsession with Star Trek and Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto. If any of y'all are on livejournal and want to talk about Star Trek, Pinto, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Caprica, or any other television show (because I probably watch it) then feel free to come say hello. My user name is whatever_mary and I'm pretty new to the livejournal thing so I could use some friends! And then you could bug me about working on the stories you want (Plus if my RL friend Lauren and I end up posting our super awesome pinto fic then you can read it there!)
