An: Sorry it's taken a while to get this chapter up but RL got in the way and I hit a bit of a crisis, but thanks to JonesIantoJones for making me see sense and for putting up with me when she has her own stories to write(which are fantastic). Thanks to all who are still reading this and reviewing, you all make it worthwhile.
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. Now on with the fluff and reviews are always gratefully recieved xx
Returning to London part 27
The following morning Ianto woke to the distinct feeling of someone watching him. Without opening his eyes he said. "It's rude to stare."
Owen laughed. "How'd you know I was staring at you?"
Ianto opened his eyes and looked straight into Owens. "I could feel it." He leant up a little and Owen taking the hint leant down to kiss Ianto. Several minutes later they parted.
"Morning." Ianto said.
"Morning." Owen repeated.
Stretching his arms above his head and yawning Ianto mumbled. "Right coffee and breakfast. What would you like? I got some fruit salad from the deli or I could do you some eggs and toast." He offered.
"Eggs and toast sound good thanks. I have a bit of a confession to make." Owen said sheepishly.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Owen ducked his head onto Ianto's chest as he mumbled. "I've only got instant coffee."
"Pardon?" Ianto squeaked.
Owen lifted his head slightly as he repeated himself.
Ianto chuckled as he lifted Owens head up and kissed him softly. "It's a good job I brought my cafetiere and coffee with me then isn't it."
Owen's face lit up. "You did?"
Ianto laughed. "Yeah I did and if you let me up I can go and make you breakfast with said coffee."
Before he released Ianto Owen pulled him down to give him a kiss which soon became very passionate.
"Keep that up and I won't want to move from your bed." Ianto said breathlessly. "So breakfast then your meds before we decide what we're going to do for the day. You think about it while I make breakfast - just nothing too strenuous okay? I don't want you to have a relapse."
Ianto reluctantly got out of bed while Owen flopped back down onto the pillows. As Ianto got to the door he looked back over his shoulder and smirked at Owen who was openly staring at his backside. "Like what you see?"
Owen smirked back. "Oh yeah."
******TORCHWOOD******
After breakfast Ianto cleared the dishes away and then returned to Owen who was sat up in bed watching the TV. He kissed Owen as he got back into bed. "So any thoughts on what you want to do today?"
"Yeah I thought we could stay here and you could tell me all about your childhood and what it was like growing up in Cardiff." Owen felt Ianto tense as he spoke. "You ok?" He asked worridley.
"Yeah I'm fine." Ianto replied stiffly.
"Ianto look at me." Ianto turned his head to face Owen who immediately saw the pain reflected in his face and baby blue eyes. Owen stroked his hand down Ianto's cheek. "Hey what's wrong?" He asked softly.
Ianto leant into the touch. He closed his eyes as he answered. "My childhood wasn't a particularly happy time, in fact my whole life seems to be one unhappy time after another. Being here with you is the happiest I've been for a long time."
Owen brushed a kiss to the side of Iantos head. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Ianto rested his head on Owens chest and sighed deeply. "I had a fairly typical upbringing. Mam Tad and a sister - Rhiannon - she still lives on the estate where we grew up. She's married and got two children - David and Mica. I haven't seen a lot of her in recent years. When my Tad died I upped and left, went to London, bummed around for a bit till I joined Torchwood and...well you know the rest."
"What about your mum?" Owen asked gently.
Ianto got up off the bed and went and stood by the window. "She died before my Tad. He broke my leg. Rhi said he didn't mean to and that I should've held on tighter to the swing, but he pushed too hard he always pushed me too hard. He always wanted me to be better, do better, achieve better, but eveything I did was never better - not in his eyes. I told you all that he was a master tailor. He wasn't, he worked in the mens department of Debenhams." Ianto laughed bitterly. "My whole life would've been a huge disappointment for him if he'd lived to see it. Shoplifting, Torchwood, Lisa, being bi. He would've had a field day telling me how much I'd let him down. God I am such a failure." Ianto leant his head against the cool glass, he could feel the tears burning behind his eyes but he refused to let them fall.
"No you're not." Owen told him coming to stand behind him and wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist and leaning his head on Ianto's back. "You got off the estate, you got yourself a job, you survived Canary Wharf and the Brecons and still put others before yourself. You are amazing not a failure. I'm proud of you and what you have achieved." Owen turned him so that he could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Please believe me when I say you are not a failure."
Ianto stared into Owens eyes and saw the sincerity in them. "Thank you." He whispered as he pulled Owen into a hug.
They stood there for several minutes until Ianto shivered from the cold.
"C'mon lets get back into bed. We can watch a DVD if you want?" Owen said taking Ianto's hand and pulling him back to the bed.
"Mmm sounds good." Ianto answered yawning. "Not sure how long I'm going to stay awake for. All this emotional talking has worn me out."
As they settled on the bed Owen pulled Ianto so that Ianto was resting his head on his chest. "Thanks." Ianto whispered placing a small kiss to Owen's chest.