Missing Countrycide Scenes

A/N: Just the one this time! And this is set IN the episode; while Gwen and Owen are in the woods. Just imagine Tosh doing some technology stuff while this is going on if you want to. Enjoy!

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Ianto walked into the tent he was sharing with Jack and sighed. That bloody game. That bloody Gwen. Did she really have to make them play it?

He sighed again and looked around the tent for something to do. He'd already done all of his unpacking. He couldn't do Jack's; what if he walked in while he was doing it?

As if on cue, Jack walked in. Ianto turned to face him, and saw the older man was still looking very pissed off with him.

After a staring match that lasted a few minutes, Ianto finally spoke.

"Just spit it out, Jack!"
Jack shrugged his shoulders, never breaking eye contact with Ianto. "Spit what out?"
"Don't play games with me. Just say whatever it is you want to say."
Jack sighed and looked down for a moment, before staring at Ianto again. "Why did you do that? No-one asked you who your last snog was. You could've very easily not said anything."
Something in Ianto snapped at that moment. "But that's just it, Jack! They completely forgot about me! Again! I'm constantly left out of everything! I just thought, maybe they should look around at everyone who is present before they say something, and think as well!" Ianto was aware he was close to tears, so blinked furiously. "Why did you insist I come, Jack?"
"Because you're right." Jack answered, still staring Ianto right in the eye. His eyes were cold, but Ianto was certain he could see a bit of sadness in there too. "We still don't notice. And I'm sorry about that. I thought that if you come along they might think about you a bit more. I can see it's not working too well, but just wait; soon they'll start noticing you more. But I have to say; you didn't need to throw that in their faces."

Jack didn't say the last part angrily, just a little disappointed.

There was one more question nagging at Ianto.

"Okay." He said quietly. "But I have one more question; what was that look you gave me? When I reminded Gwen she forgot about Lisa?"
For the first time as far as Ianto was aware, Jack looked embarrassed. Embarrassed? Jack Harkness? That didn't work!
Eventually, Jack answered, still meeting Ianto's eyes, but looking like he didn't particularly want to. "Because you lied."
Ianto was taken aback. "Okay, one more question; I lied about what?"
Jack grinned a little. "About your last snog. It wasn't Lisa; it was me."

Ianto's eyes widened in shock. Jack? His last snog? When? Where? And more importantly, why?

Then Ianto knew exactly what Jack was talking about.

He smiled a little too. "I don't think that would qualify as a snog, sir." He rolled the 'sir' on his tongue teasingly, starting to walk towards Jack. "It was a little too one-sided, don't you think?"
Jack's grin lit up a little, and he started to approach the Welshman. "In your mind maybe. In my mind, where I live, that was a snog. And I definitely enjoyed it."
Ianto's smile grew, as the two men were now nearly nose-to-nose. "I think you'll find that that wasn't a snog, sir."

Before Jack could say anything else, Ianto smacked their lips together.

Jack hesitated for about a micro-second, before eagerly responding. He took his hands out of his pockets (When had they got there!), put one on the younger man's hips to draw him closer, and ran the other through Ianto's hair as he stuck his tongue down the Welshman's throat. Ianto moaned into his mouth, and snaked his arm around the immortal's waist, and used his other hand to cup the older man's neck, sticking his tongue down Jack's throat.

They eventually broke apart, panting.

Ianto found his voice, though it was a little breathless. "I think you'll find that that was a snog, sir."
Jack grinned at him.

Before he could say anything though, the sound of Gwen shouting incoherently could be heard.

He sighed, and turned to the tent entrance.

Before he left though, he turned back and whispered in Ianto's ear.

"We'll pick this up later."

A/N: I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to review, would you?