Ianto's upper body was resting against John's chest while the former time agent whispered filthy comments in his ear. John's husky tones were strangly arousing making Ianto wonder if he could come from the sound of the other man's voice alone. Not that he was going to find out, at least not today, what with Jack's mouth wrapped around his cock. Should have guessed realy, naked Twister was never going to end any other way. Had he realy expected it to? No, not if he was honest with himself. He closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure and letting his mind close down, feeling nothing except John's hot breath in his ear and Jack's wet heat on his cock.
"Hey!" He snapped his eyes open as Jack let go of his penis with a soft plop.
The immortal ignored him, looking at John over the Welshman's shoulder.
"Fancy that sandwich now?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, sure. Why not." John replied.
"What the fuck," Ianto protested loudly, "fine, call room service if you must, but finish what you're doing first."
Jack crawled up the Welshman's body, stopping when he was eye-level with John. He bent forwards, using his body weight to push John back and capturning the former time agent's lips in a hot, passionate kiss, trapping Ianto's body between them.
"Oh," Ianto squeaked, finally getting the message.
"Hmm," John chuckled, as Jack pulled away, "a Ianto sandwich."
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Jack sat crossed legged on the bed, sitting between his two lovers, holding one of their hands in each of his own. He smiled at them. His and John's decision to put aside their differences, at least temporarily, to give Ianto "the night of his life," as John had put it, hadn't exactly turned out the way any of them expected. It had been much more than that. Somehow in the heat of the kissing and the biting, and the sucking and the fucking, something else had happened. Something bigger than all of them, something even Jack in his long life, hadn't experienced before. There was even a point when he thought he'd heard the empathic song passing between the other two, maybe even returned it, though he couldn't be certain in the cold light of day. He knew he should ask John about it, but that would mean admitting something he wasn't ready to admit yet. Not when there was only one way that was going to end. It didn't matter how long it took, Jack would be left alone evenually.
"So," the immortal asked, "where do we go from here?"
"Do we have to go anywhere?" John asked.
"We can't stay here forever."
"Jack, Jack, Jack," John chuckled, "always the one with the plans and the what nows."
Ianto laughed out loud. He'd never thought of Jack as the forward thinker. It was the young Welshman who was the one who couldn't go for a drive in the country without mapping out the route, memorising where all the rest stops where, and timing the run on his stopwatch just in case he needed to know how long the return journey was going to take. It was difficult not to think of Jack as the impulsive one.
"What's so funny?" John asked him.
"Nothing. Just I'm with Jack. We can't stay here forever. We need a plan. I need a plan. I'm sorry, John, I know you hate not living in the moment, but I need to have some idea where I'm going to be next week, or next month, or next year. It's not like I don't know the plan will change, but I was ripped out of my life three years ago and I never expected to get anything resembling a normal life ever again. Not that you could describe anything about my life as normal, but you know what I mean."
"For you, Eye-candy, I'll do it all, picket fence and everything. I say we get some sleep and make some plans in the morning."
"I don't sleep," Jack said.
"yeah, you do. In fact you snore," John told him.
"I do not snore."
"Yes you do, loudly."
"Don't."
"Do, so."
"I do not."
"Oh, you so do."
"I. Do. Not. Snore."
Ianto sighed.
"If this is going to work, I'm gonna need ear plugs."
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After spending the whole night "not sleeping", Jack woke to find John and Ianto both grinning at him.
"Told you," John said.
"I wasn't asleep, I was resting my eyes."
"You were snoring.
"I told you I don't snore."
"And I told you you do."
"Don't"
"Do"
"Oh, please god, kill me now," Ianto groaned, "can we talk about the plan now."
"Oh, yeah. Of course, sorry Ianto," Jack apologised, "just one thing before we we do though?"
"What's that?"
"do I snore?"
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"Alpha one, clear."
Ianto was working for Torchwood again and he was loving it. It wasn't as if there wasn't still the ever present threat of dying young, but with more people working for the organisation, the threat was spread out a bit. Also with a new commander in charge, things were much tighter than they had been in the old days. The Welshman couldn't bring himself to say Jack hadn't been a good leader, but the immortal had worked with what he'd had and if that meant being a little unconvential sometimes, well if it worked out well in the end it was all good. The problem was, for all John thought otherwise, Jack wasn't the type to plan ahead. Every decision was made on the hoof, reacting to situations as and when they arose, with no thought as to how the situation could have been avoided in the first place. Jack himself couldn't have disagreed with the assessment, which was why he'd opted to take no part in the day to day running of the organisaion. He'd chosen instead, to operate as a freelancer, a role he'd been perfectly satisfied with for over 100 years before Alex's murder suicide. John, on the other hand, didn't want to work for Torchwood at all, but was happy to stick around anywhere Ianto was, besides the 21st century had some very nice poodes to explore. For the past three months, the three men had been renting a house on the outskirts of the city and it sort of worked in a fucked up way. If Ianto thought about it too much he wanted to collapse in a heap of giggles, or run away as fast as he could. So, he tried not to think about it too much and as long as he didn't, he'd never been happier.
"Alpha two, clear."
Ianto was a field operative in the new Torchwood, an actual bona fida field agent that is, and not a half trained archivist, sent out on missions because there was no one else. Though still officially in training, he had more experience than any of them, with maybe the exception of Mickey.
Along with the rest of Alpha team, Ianto was currently running about a rundown property in Newport which intel had suggested was the centre of a thriving trade in alien artifacts. If their intel had been correct however, the traders had been warned as the various operatives all clears attested to the fact that the property was deserted.
"Alpha three, clear."
Ianto had checked the upstairs bathroom and one of the bedrooms he'd been assigned. He placed his back flat against the wall outside the other, then swifly swept around, gun in hand, doing a quick sweep of the room. He was about to shout the all clear when he noticed a shadow in the corner. He approached it with caution keeping his gun held out and giving it a kick with the toe of his boot. As he did, he realised it was a boy, not much older than his nephew. He crouched down and felt for a pulse, finding a faint beat, before beginning a quick search of the boy's pockets. He pulled a small bag from the front pocket of the youngster's jeans and stared at it, feeling his own pulse quicken at the sight.
"Ianto!"
He was vaguely aware of a crackling noise coming from his headset. He ignored it as he continued to stare at the small, clear packet, turning it over and over in his hands, examining the contents.
"Ianto."
"..."
"Ianto...I'm gonna need to hear from you in the next five seconds or I'm sending someone after you!"
Ianto jumped, slipping the packet in his cargo pants, and putting a hand to his ear.
"Um Yeah sorry, Mickey. I'm here. I'm fine but I'm gonna need a medic."
He straightened up as the medic came in and nodded towards the prone figure on the floor. The doctor ran over to the boy and crouched on his knees to check him over.
"Human?" the doctor asked.
"I thinks so, just some kid."
"Hmm, looks like an OD, it would help if we know what he'd taken. Have you checked his pockets, did he have anything on him?"
Ianto's heart beat a little faster. He licked his lips then sucked in the bottom one, biting down hard on it.
The medic paused in his examination and looked up
"Ianto?" he yelled.
"Hmmm?...oh sorry,um no."
The doctor screwed up his face and looked at the Welshman through narrowed eyes.
"No, you haven't checked or no he didn't have anything."
"No," Ianto affirmed, "No, there was nothing."
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