A/N: Sorry for the lack of any real story development in this chapter, more of an interlude really.
Jack idly traced his forefinger over the dragon motif on Ianto's hip. He bent his head trailing soft butterfly kisses along its scaly body, causing Ianto to buck his hips and hum in pleasure. They'd been reunited for a little over two hours and the love making, because that's what it had been, was slow and sensual.
"I love that tattoo." Jack murmured, "Wasn't sure I'd ever see it again."
"We?" the Welshman asked, responding to something Jack said earlier.
"Huh, what?"
"You said we're here to rescue you, who's we?"
"Oh," Jack lay on his back, snaking an arm under his lover and pulling him into what he told himself was a manly hug and most definitely not a snuggle. He grasped the young Welshman's chin between thumb and forefinger and lifted his face up so he could place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Don't be jealous or angry. He's the one who found you; it's because of him that I'm here."
Ianto groaned and wrenched himself out of Jack's embrace, flopping back down on the bed with an exaggerated huff. "Your bloody Doctor," he groused, "why didn't you tell me. Why did you let me do this," he waved a finger between their two bodies, "if you're back with your Doctor?"
"Ianto stop, It's not the Doctor and even if it was, I wouldn't be with him, not like that, not when you're here. It's John."
"John," Ianto exclaimed, sounding far too excited for Jack's liking. The Welshman coughed, "Oh, erm, I mean.......John," he repeated in a less enthusiastic tone.
Jack glared at his young lover.
"I thought you didn't like him?"
"I didn't, not at first, but when you look past the homicidal tendencies and the slight predisposition to insanity, he's not so bad."
"What went on between you two anyway?" Jack asked, "Should I be worried?"
Ianto lifted his arms, resting his head on them and staring at the ceiling.
"After Gray, you were different," he said, "it's not just that you were cold or distant or secretive because you were always those things."
Jack sighed.
"I'm sorry...."
"No," Ianto went on, "don't try and apologise. I just want to explain about me and John. As I said after Gray you changed and it wasn't that you were less in to me, it was all the mixed messages, I didn't know where I stood with you. One minute you were asking for dates and wanting to hold my hand or kiss me in public, or bringing me flowers and leaving little gifts in the Tourist Office, or looking at me with those eyes like you were about to say something important, and the next you were telling me how you hated the word couple or brushing me off when I tried to talk to you or disappearing when I thought we were going to do something together. Nothing happened between me and John, nothing significant anyway, but he was nice to me, he paid me a lot of attention and told me things."
"Oh yeah, what things?"
"About you mainly. About the Time Agency, about what you were like before............"
Jack smiled tightly, "yeah, before......."
"Jack, I....."
Whatever Ianto was about to say was cut short by a tapping on the door. Jack couldn't decide whether he was relieved or disappointed.
More for Ianto than for himself, he wrapped one of the hotel towels around his waist before answering.
"Eye-candy!" John threw himself on to the bed as soon as the door was open, taking Ianto's breath away, hugging him tightly and squeezing all the air out of his lungs.
Jack coughed loudly.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," John held out his hand. "It's good to see you again Ianto." Ianto grinned, batted the hand away and pulled John into another bear hug.
"Ahem," Jack coughed louder.
"Shut up, Jack," John and Ianto chorused.
"Okay," The Welshman asked happily, pushing John away, "what's the plan for getting me out of here?"
Jack looked at his feet, "Oh...the plan."
"Yes, Jack. The plan?" Ianto repeated.
"Ah," John murmured. His face brightened for a moment, then he shook his head and frowned.
Ianto sat back, resting his upper body against the bedstead. He folded his arms tightly in front of his chest and looked impatiently between the two men. Finally he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You mean to tell me," he snapped, "you came all this way, travelled through centuries, with no fucking idea how to rescue me once you'd found me."
Jack squealed and jumped up on the bed, "You did that eye-roll thing, that was brilliant, do it again, do it again."
"Jack stop it," Ianto grabbed the sheet which was threatening to slip down and expose his private bits. He rolled his eyes again.
"He did it again. Did you see that John. He did it again. No-one, and I mean no-one does an eye-roll quiet like Ianto Jones. Oh how I have missed that.
"Jack," Ianto scolded, "Please calm down, focus. How are you going to get me out of here?"
"Oh yeah, the plan"
"Did either of you stop for one second on the way here to think about what you were going to do once you found me?"
Jack looked downcast.
"I dunno," he mumbled forlornly, "we just thought you were the one who was good at organising stuff. John and I, we're good at rushing in at the last minute, saving the day and looking all heroic and damn sexy."
"Why thank you," John grinned, "you think I look sexy?"
"Of course," Jack grinned back, "meant to say, love the coat. Red really suits you. Red's Ianto's colour too?"
"Ah but he looks great in purple."
"Ianto looks good in everything."
"For fuck's sake," Ianto threw up his arms in despair, "does everyone from the 51st Century have the attention span of a goldfish. The Plan!!!"
"Oh, yeah...the plan?" Jack said.
John looked bewildered.
"Eh? What plan?"