AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wowww! I felt so excited when I wrote this... I actually felt sick to my stomach, so I decided to incorporate that into the story.... Yay :)

"So, who should start first?" Tosh asked.

"Oh, I'll give it a go." Gwen volunteered, smiling.

"Oh, but wait, what about rules?" Owen cut in. "One rule, kiss whoever the bottle stops on. No matter what, guy or girl." He declared, shooting a glance at me.

"Somebody's eager." I commented, winking at Jack. Christ! Did I just wink at Jack? I'm straight… I know that… but… he's… I guess a little harmless flirting couldn't hurt. It's not like I fancy him or anything! The others were still laughing, and Owen was glaring at me.

"Yes, anyway," He muttered. Gwen took the bottle and gave it a little twirl. The bottle spun and spun, slowing near Jack. No! I thought. Why do I care? I guess I just don't want him to spin it and get me. The bottle went right past Jack and stopped on Owen.

"Damn it…" Tosh whispered faintly beside me. I bit my lip to stop my laughter. Gwen sighed and leaned forward to receive Owen's kiss. Their lips connected for two seconds, then Gwen leaned back. Owen was still leaning forward, eyes closed. Gwen shot forward and slapped Owen in the face.

"Oi! What was that for?" He protested.

"You bastard!" Gwen laughed. "You enjoyed it! I'm with Rhys, you bugger!" She said teasingly.

"Did not." Owen muttered, blushing. Tosh cleared her throat.

"Anyway…"

"I guess it's Owen's turn now." Jack spoke, his usual silky tone interrupting my thoughts. Owen spun the bottle. It spun five times, then stopped on Tosh. Tosh blushed, and leaned forward quickly. Owen's eyes widened, and he leaned forward, giving Tosh a quick peck on the lips. She leaned back and sighed, sounded dissapointed.

"You know, I think Jack should spin." Owen said. "He hasn't had a chance yet, and all of us have." Damn you Owen!

"Alrighty then." Jack smiled uncertainly. He took the bottle in his firm grasp and gave it a mighty spin.

"You good with your hands or something?" Owen suggested, looking at me and raising his eyebrows a couple times.

"Yeah, I did a lot of handwork when I was a kid." Said Jack. We watched as the bottle slowed down, and finally, stopped on… Shit!

"Ianto, well well." Owen said triumphantly. Tosh glanced at the clock.

"Oh, crap! I was supposed to be home fifteen minutes ago! It's 11:15! Owen, you said you would give me a ride home, yes? We need to go now!" she said quickly.

"Yes, I need a ride too. Do you mind driving me as well?" Gwen said innocently. Owen got up.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go." He leaned over to me as I was guiding them to the door. "You win this time, Jones." He said smiling. Jack got up and went to the closet and retrieved his trenchcoat.

"Bye Ianto, good luck in your new flat!" Gwen, Owen and Tosh chorused. They left and closed the door behind them.

"I better go too." Jack said.

"Oh, no, you don't have to, I feel like having someone around for a while my first night. First night in my own flat, of course." I smiled. Jack's smile seemed to glow.

"Okay then, Ianto. I guess I'll stay. I can help set up the telly if you'd like." I nodded. "Thanks." We dug the T.V. out of its box and put it on top of the already set-up T.V. stand. The wires were a bit of a trouble though, so we sat down on my leather couch and talked.

"So Jack, when did you move out of your house?"

Jack sighed. "I've been living on my own for a while… I'd say about two years ago. Can't be too sure though…"

I looked at him. "You've been living alone since you were sixteen?" Jack nodded sadly.

"I was… in a foster home, my parents died a long time ago." I tried to smile, but only managed a pained grimace. Charming, Ianto. I thought.

"Sorry."

Jack smiled. "It's okay. I've had years to get over it." I nodded. We sat in silence for a minute. Jack looked at me with those honest baby blue eyes.

"I don't like to cheat when I play games."

I met his gaze with confusion. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled to himself. "Well, I seem to remember us playing a little game earlier. The bottle…"

Oh.

"Erm… yeah, I remember."

"Well, I don't seem to remember us doing our part. And I don't like to cheat." He winked. Oh god, this is it. I didn't say anything.

"If you don't want to it's fine. Just thought I'd make a suggesti-"

"No, it's fine." I cut him off.

"You don't seem too comfortable with this." I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine."

He nodded. "You ready?"

I braced myself. "Yeah." He leaned forward, blinked those eyes, and quickly connected his lips to mine then broke off. Then I threw myself at him. I pushed my lips against his soft smiling lips with as much force as I could muster. He put his hands on my neck, and felt electricity course through my body. I ran my tongue along his teeth, tasting his sweet breath. We broke off gasping for breath. I looked down.

"Well, this was all very nice, and-"I began, as he jumped up.

"Yep, good luck. See you at school." He threw his trenchcoat on and headed out the door. I didn't even look up. If I looked at those eyes again, my lips were sure to become magnetized to his again. My stomach lurched, and I felt giddy. Whether from excitement, fear, or disgust, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Something told me it was the first reason.

Author's Note: :)