7

"Come on, there has to be someone out there for you" Tosh argued as Rhiannon nodded her agreement, Walter sitting in her lap playing with her beads.

"Oh come on, they are either taken or gay" Ianto sighed, both women laughing at the way Ianto was glaring at the cup of tea he had just poured, "Maybe I should go to the dark side instead of just taking the shade now and then."

"Oh come on, the only fella you only had a thing for was Elvis!" Rhiannon laughed, "And he was bloody dead already. Necrophilia that is."

"Gay necrophilia, an entirely new level of hell for us darlink" Ianto camped as they all laughed at his silliness.

Ianto and his love of Elvis, especially that hip thrust.

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"Come on" Rhiannon giggled, Show me."

Ianto rolled his eyes as he came out of the bedroom, her gasp of amusement not lost on him as he struck a pose.

"Gods, you look so silly" she chortled "But I am so glad you're going out."

"Are you sure he's OK?" Ianto sighed as he looked at the little one asleep in his bean bag, David sitting on the floor with a sandwich watching TV with the mindless gape of a little one. He smiled as he imagined Water doing that. Micha yelling upstairs in her room as Rhia ignored her.

"Ianto, this is your first party since… Walty was born. Go. Lear up" she pushed at him and he sighed.

"It's just something for the University, not like it's a hot date he smiled as he ran his hands over the sequined bodysuit, "Do you really think it looks OK?"

"Ianto, you look great!" she assured him again, "Come on. The taxi is coming up the street, bugger off and have a good time. Hey, might hook a lay?"

"The last thing I want is someone else in my life" he said shortly and she wondered if she had spoilt his mood, then he smiled again, "Love you Rhi-rhi."

"I love you too little brother" she crooned watching him race to the vehicle and wave, like when he used to catch the bus for school and she waved back then went in as her pamphlets called to be folded.

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Ianto had known it was going to be boring but still … he knew the fancy dress would be good and some were fantastic although Alison from accounts dressed as Princess Leia in the Jubbah the Hut scenes was….no. Nope and erg. Then he saw the perfect outfit, the man laughing as he stood with another one, a soldier complete with Great Coat and Ianto started to walk over to ask if it was authentic but Kieran was there at his elbow asking if he could help with the food in the oven.

Ianto moved away but glanced back as the coat disappeared into the throng.

Gods, nice hand reaching around for the pocket, strong hands.

What?

Ianto blinked as he realised he had been checking the man out, hadn't done that in years.

He headed for the kitchen knowing he would probably never see the man again.

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"Come on Jack, it's not that bad" Gwen laughed as Jack slumped theatrically on the sofa in the canteen and declared himself undesirable.

"Look, I would shag you, no hesitation" Gwen crooned in a baby voice, "You are sooooo cute and fuckable Yeahhhhh"

"Fuck off"

"Come on, maybe we could try it? Like a Tarzan and Jane thing? I like Tarzan, you can swing off my bedpost anytime" she poked at him with a foot and he growled as he rolled away muttering that she was with Rhys and she knew he didn't cut another man's grass.

"I hate that phrase" she pouted.

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.Jack was fully aware of her interest in him, at the fancy dress party the other night he had been beyond surprised to see her there. The only reason he was there was because Owen had asked him for a ride and then suggested he join in. Trust Owen to be part of some nerd group but to Jack's surprise he had enjoyed himself with the colourful group of people and his great Coat had fitted right in.

He had noticed Elvis one part of it, in full gyration on the dance floor and he had laughed as he wondered if this guy knew how fuckable his arse looked in that bodysuit, shit. Jack had watched that arse pivot and been transfixed, then suddenly out of nowhere Gwen had appeared dressed as…. I don't know what. A call girl?

Jack had scanned the crowd but hadn't seen Elvis again, not until he was heading home in the back of the taxi did he wonder if the man had escaped to the kitchen.

Damn.

He would probably never see him again.