AN: Two updates in one day and that's even with me going to work. I'm just too nice. The real reason is that I'm enjoying writing this way too much, and I am enjoying your reviews as well. More chapters tomorrow but the number will hang largely on whether or not I end up in work, and for how long.
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"I know we were meant to be forgetting about Torchwood for the night, but did Jack say anything to you before you left?" Owen asked before shovelling another forkful of the Chinese they'd had delivered into his mouth. They were sat at a small table at one end of Ianto's lounge, the silver containers of food spread in every available gap and two partially drunk bottles of beer between them.
Ianto nodded as he swallowed. "He apologised for hitting me." He said before picking a spring roll from a container and biting it clean in half. "And I apologised for what I said." He added before popping the last of the spring roll into his mouth.
"Nothing to suggest he still suspects?" Owen checked.
Ianto shook his head. "He said he was glad we were getting on for a change. But I don't think he thinks there's anything more than a new found tolerance there."
Owen sniggered. "That's one word for it." He mused as he helped himself to the last prawn toast.
Ianto smirked. "So do you want to watch a movie after this or what?" He asked as he placed his cutlery down onto his plate and pushed it away from himself slightly before plucking a final spring roll from the box.
"I don't mind." Owen shrugged. "What have you got?" He asked.
"Not much to be fair. Don't really get time to watch them, so I don't really bother buying them anymore. I do own every James Bond ever made, and a few other secret agent type movies, but nothing recent." Ianto said.
"Bond fan eh? Explains the suits I guess." Owen grinned.
Ianto laughed softly. "One of the reasons yeah. Some of us actually like to look smart for work, not like we've just rolled in from the pub." He bantered.
"Sometimes I have just rolled in from the pub." Owen pointed out lightly. "Anyway I don't see how that whole suit get up can be particularly conducive to running after aliens in." He challenged as he clasped his hands together before his face with his elbows leant on the table on either side of the plate.
"I think I manage alright." Ianto responded. "And to be honest I don't do that much running. A gentle jog if essential, but walking is more my speed. Ideally not even that."
"Fair point." Owen conceded. "This the last of the beer?" He asked downing the last of his bottle.
Ianto nodded. "I'm a pretty lousy host I'm afraid." He said.
Owen shook his head. "I'll nip out a get some more – did I see a shop down the road?" He asked rising to his feet.
"Yeah there's an all night place on the corner." Ianto said as he got up and began gathering up the empty containers and dirty plates.
"Anything else you want?" Owen asked. Ianto shook his head. "Okay. Won't be a tick." He said planting a brief kiss on Ianto's lips before walking out the room, the sound of the front door opening and closing again signalling his departure. Ianto carried the takeaway containers into the kitchen and tossed them into the bin. Going back to the table he collected up the dirty plates and cutlery before taking those back to the kitchen and loading them into the dishwasher before turning it on. Lastly he finished his beer and placed the empties into the recycling bin. Flicking the light off in the kitchen he walked back into the lounge when he heard a knocking at the front door. As he walked down the hall and pulled it open he laughed.
"That was fast… Jack." He said as he mood altered and his laugh halted abruptly.
"Ianto." Jack said simply.
"What are you doing here?" Ianto asked.
"Rift was quiet and I got bored, and wondered if you wanted some company. Or am I interrupting something?" Jack explained.
Ianto shook his head. "No… I was just heading to bed actually. Long day and all. Another time maybe?" He lied as he heard the lift being called back down to the ground floor.
"Are you okay Ianto? You seem on edge." Jack commented.
"I'm fine. Really. Just tired. Sorry. I'll see you tomorrow." He said making to close the door.
"Who were you talking to?" Jack asked.
"What? When?" Ianto spluttered.
"You were talking to someone when you answered the door, like you were expecting someone that wasn't me." Jack reasoned. The sound of the lift gliding up to Ianto's floor sounded and the Welshman began to panic.
"No-one. Honest. It was probably the TV. Look I'm tired and to be honest I don't really want to talk to you right now. Can we do this tomorrow?" Ianto said as the lift doors opened and Owen stepped out, but thankfully spotted the back of Jack in time to retreat into the lift and press the button that closed the doors.
"Okay." Jack said softly in defeat. "Sorry to disturb you. Sleep well Ianto." He said before making his way over to the lift.
"Oh use the stairs Jack. The lifts been playing up recently. Wouldn't want you getting stuck." Ianto said with a nervous laugh.
"Noted. Night Ianto." Jack said walking over and down the staircase. Once out of sight Ianto wedged his flat door open with a shoe that was lying in his hall and jogged over to the lift and pressed the button to call it, hoping Owen was still inside and hadn't been found by Jack. Thankfully the door opened immediately and a nervous looking Owen was stood inside holding a carrier bag.
"That was a little close." Owen said as his face softened.
"Just a little." Ianto breathed as Owen stepped out of the lift and they walked back into his flat and closed the door.
"Dare I ask what he wanted?" Owen said as he placed the carrier bag on the coffee table.
"To talk. He was bored at the Hub and wondered if I needed company." Ianto explained, the two men remaining standing in the middle of his lounge.
"And do you?" Owen asked looking up into Ianto's eyes.
The Welshman shook his head. "Not from him." He murmured as he cupped Owen's face in his hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Ianto could feel the pounding beat of Owen's heart as their bodies were pressed against each other, the medic's strong arms circling his waist and holding him close. The kiss ended when the two men broke apart gasping for air but Owen's arms remained firmly in place. Ianto rested his arms on the older mans shoulder as he let his fingers drift languidly through Owen's short hair and he looked down into his eyes.
"Stay tonight?" He asked softly and almost inaudibly.
Owen nodded.
AN2: Do I go explicit or implicit that is the question? Answers via reviews please x