AN: The "Shower Scene" which occurred the morning after the previous chapter.

Dedicated to "rosieposy" for her extremely helpful imagination – I hope this meets with your approval, and is as good as that image in your head.

Please review x

The water that was beating down from the shower was hot and soothing to Owen's aching back muscles after the previous night's workout. He was stood alone beneath its comforting spray, his back facing the wall, his head dipped slightly so his chin was almost resting on his chest, the water pummelling the back of his neck and sliding in torrents down the line of his spine. The door to the shower cubicle opened and Ianto stepped inside, a brief wave of cold air following him. Owen looked up and smiled as Ianto pressed a kiss to his lips and set his hands onto his shoulders, kneading his fingers gently into the back of his neck. Owen moaned as his muscles were pressed and worked until they were relaxed. He reached out and rested his hands on Ianto's hips and pulled the man close, kissing him in thanks, a kiss that soon escalated into a breathless battle of tongues, teeth and lips. Owen took control, turning them both around so that Ianto was stood beneath the water, keeping the kiss going as he pushed him back so that he was leant against the cold tiled wall of the cubicle. Ianto hissed a little as the cold hit his warm skin making Owen laugh softly into his mouth.

"Sorry." He murmured as he broke the kiss but kept his face close to Ianto, his breath dancing across the Welshman's face as he spoke. "Let me make it up to you." He said with a smirk. He dipped his head to one side and nestled his face into the crook of Ianto's neck, nipping the flesh that lay there with his lips, occasionally grazing it with his teeth, and sucking at it with his mouth. He revelled in the moans that escaped Ianto's lips, and listened to the noises carefully so he knew exactly what the younger man liked. Being a touch shorter than Ianto his mouth slid easily down his neck, the nipping, grazing and sucking attention moving to Ianto's collarbone. The Welshman placed his hands on Owen's hips and pulled him close, as Owen's mouth slipped down and captured his right nipple, swirling it in his mouth and nipping it firmly. A gasp shot from Ianto as his body bucked forward and Owen felt the other mans partial erection press into his leg. Transferring his attention to Ianto's left nipple he repeated his attack, which received a similar response in return. The erection that was pushing eagerly at Owen's leg was getting harder, and as the Londoner glanced up at Ianto he saw that his eyes had slid closed, his head was tilted back on the tiles, and his lips were parted in a look of tantalising pleasure. Owen stepped back slightly ensuring he had enough room before lowering himself carefully on to his knees. Raising one hand a little nervously he clamped it firmly around Ianto's growing erection and gave it a cautious and experimental tug. The throaty groan that sounded within the steam-filled cubicle ensured that Owen knew he was on the right track, and he took a calming breath before taking the throbbing erection into his mouth.

"Gaaah…" Ianto moaned as Owen tentatively swirled his tongue around the circumference of his cock and he bucked involuntarily into his mouth. The reaction seemed only to spur Owen on and, keeping one hand clamped around the base of the erection, he used his lips and his tongue to tease and coax Ianto towards release. The Welshman let his hands settle on Owen's head, lacing his fingers through the wet hair, stroking his head as he worked, the shower still raining hot water down on them.

"Owen… I'm… close…" Ianto panted the words as best he could, giving the man knelt at his feet the opportunity to release him if he wanted. Once again though Owen's response was to step up his assault and he removed his hand and took Ianto's full length into his mouth in one, his lips clasped firmly around and tongue snaking as he went. The sudden and unexpected offensive was too much for the Welshman who succumbed to the change in pressure and called out Owen's name as he climaxed, firing his warm salty load into the Londoner's mouth. As he orgasmed he felt his knees begin to buckle and his leg shake. As Owen released his cock from his mouth and wiped his hand across his own lips, Ianto slid his back down the tiled walls and ended up sat on the floor of the cubicle. Panting breathlessly he opened his eyes and grinned at Owen who was still crouched between his legs.

"Apology accepted." Ianto breathed with a smirk.

Owen winked at him before rising to his feet and pulling Ianto up so they were stood face to face in the centre of the cubicle beneath the flow of water. Ianto reached up to the ledge that was built into the wall behind him and pulled out the shower gel that he stored there, squeezing some into his hand before replacing the bottle.

"Turn around." He instructed, and Owen did as requested. Ianto brought his hands up to his lovers shoulders and massaged the gel in, circling the shoulder blades and the base of his neck, causing a flow of bubbles to cascade down his spine. Taking his arms around to Owen's chest Ianto stepped forward a little so his own body was pressed against Owen's back. He then began rubbing the gel into Owen's chest, paying specific attention to his nipples as he let his chin settle on the newly washed shoulders. Ianto smiled as he felt Owen lean back into his hold and saw his eyes droop closed. Lowering his hands a little Ianto worked the soap into Owen's stomach and around his hips, before returning one hand up to his chest and letting his other glide lower still. As his highest hand washed the soap idly into Owen's chest, Ianto's lowest hand clamped around his growing erection and began stroking and working it gently, as the Welshman nuzzled into his neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin below his ear, intermittently sucking his earlobe.

"God Ianto…" Owen moaned as he dropped his head onto Ianto's shoulder allowing the younger man greater access to his throat.

Ianto picked up the pace as he felt Owen grow fully hard in his hands, stroking and tugging at his erection with increased force and speed, causing the Londoner to moan louder. Ianto glanced at the man in his arms and saw his eyes were fixed closed and his mouth ajar in a silent cry of pleasure.

"Turn around." Ianto said softly as he turned Owen's body so he was facing him. He lowered both hands to Owen's now throbbing cock and began to bring him swiftly to completion. Owen found it hard to focus and almost impossible to stand up so clamped his hands on Ianto's shoulders for support as his eyes slipped shut again.

"Open your eyes… I want to see you… open them for me." Ianto whispered as he pumped rhythmically at Owen. The Londoner's eyes flew open and he locked his gaze with Ianto's. "That's it… look at me." Ianto murmured.

Looking into Ianto's eyes, knowing the other man was the cause of the ache in his groin and was doing unspeakable things with his fingers, tipped him swiftly over the edge. Owen's orgasm rocked his body and Ianto had to wrap one arm around him to stop him from falling down, as he called out in release. As the crashing waves in his body subsided Owen slumped forward onto Ianto; his forehead resting on the other man's shoulder as one strong arm remained fixed around his waist, the palm of the other hand resting on the back of his neck, stroking it idly.

"Does your hot water ever run out?" Owen spoke when his voice returned though his breathing was still laboured.

Ianto chuckled. "Luckily for you, not yet. Come on – we need to get to work." He said planting a kiss on Owen's wet shoulder.

"You need to get to work – I plan on being late, remember?" Owen pointed out looking up at Ianto.

Ianto nodded as he smiled. "I'll see you there." He said pressing his lips against Owen's for a final time before stepping out of the shower.