AN: Thank you to all of you that reviewed and offered your votes for the implicit versus explicit question I asked at the end of the last chapter. The votes were pretty fifty fifty, so what I will do is begin this chapter from the morning after, and then at some point I will upload a one-shot of Ianto and Owen's first night together. That way I wont have to change the rating, and those that don't want to read it won't have to worry about missing any major plot lines. The one-shot will be purely Ianto and Owen smut, and have no bearing on the story.

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Owen woke early the next morning and yawned as he stretched, before opening his eyes when his hand impacted with something. Rolling his head to one side his look of confusion turned to one of happiness when the face of a sleeping Ianto greeted him. Owen rolled his entire body on to one side, folding one arm beneath his head like a makeshift pillow so he could look properly at the young Welshman. With his free hand he reached out tentatively and stroked his hand delicately down Ianto's cheek, before grazing his fingers through the soft brown hair on the man's head. Laying his hand gently on Ianto's cheek again he brushed his thumb across the lower lip before leaning forward slowly and pressing his own lips against it. A soft moan emitted from Ianto as he woke up and kissed back.

"Hey." Owen murmured softly when the kiss ended, a grin spread on his lips that he couldn't seem to shake.

"Good morning." Ianto replied. "I wasn't sure you'd still be here." He commented.

"Why? Did you think I'd slip out in the early hours?" Owen asked surprised.

Ianto shook his head. "No. I just… I had an amazing time last night… and I was beginning to think it had been a dream." He blushed as he heard the words he'd just said in his head. "God that was so corny." He said with an embarrassed snigger as he flattened his face into the mattress.

Owen laughed gently as he stroked his hand down the back of Ianto's head before dropping a kiss onto it. "Despite what you might fear Ianto, last night was most definitely real. And I am definitely still here. And there is no where else I'd rather be." He murmured softly as he nestled his head into Ianto's hair.

Ianto turned his face towards Owen as the older man leant back and looked down into his eyes. "How's about I go get us some coffee?" He asked.

Owen shook his head. "You always make the coffee. Allow me." He said dipping his head and kissing Ianto gently on the lips before turning and slipping out of bed. As he crossed the room he grabbed his discarded boxers from the floor and pulled them on.

"Owen?" Ianto called softly from where he was still lying in the bed on his side, the duvet settled just above his bare waist.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Can you even make coffee?" Ianto smirked.

Owen grinned. "Honestly, no. Not unless it involves a jar, a spoon and a kettle of boiling water. And I can't imagine that's the kind of coffee you're offering is it?" He admitted.

Ianto shook his head. "Come on." He said shuffling out of the bed and looking around the room for his own boxers. Once located he pulled them on and looked back at Owen who was smirking. "Let me show you how it's done." He said leading him out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

"I thought you already did that?" Owen replied with a wink.

Ianto smiled as he flicked on the coffee machine. He pulled two mugs down from the cupboard above the machine and placed them on the nearest bench top as he felt two warm hands land on his hips, just above the waistband of his boxers. Owen's thumbs grazed from side to side as he planted a firm kiss on the back of Ianto's shoulder before resting his chin there.

"Thank you for last night." He began with his voice low and gentle. "I have wanted this… you… for such a long time, and I hope you want me too. I… can't stop thinking about you… and whilst that scares me… I need you to know how I feel about you." He whispered as he slid his arms around Ianto's waist and up across his chest. Ianto brought his own hands up to cover Owen's before turning his head slightly so he could look at the Londoner.

"I want you too Owen." He replied fondly. "Never doubt that."

Owen smiled. "So… this coffee. How hard can it be?" He asked confidently as he lowered his hands from Ianto's chest and bumped him out of the way of the machine, eyeing up the dials and levers that made up the most prized item in the kitchen.

"You just need to treat it with the right amount of love and attention." Ianto explained. "That way, you will always get the perfect cup of coffee."

Owen nodded. "What?" He asked with a short laugh.

Ianto smiled. "Allow me to demonstrate." He said, bumping Owen back out of the way and setting about tweaking levers and pressing buttons until two steaming mugs of coffee were sat on the bench. Owen took one of them, brought it to his lips and smiled as the aroma breached his nose. Opening his mouth he took his first taste and grinned.

"The chances of me doing what you just did is minimal. This is delicious. What was that syrup you added? I can barely taste it, but I know there's something there." He mused taking another drink.

"Vanilla. Takes the bitterness out of the coffee, without masking the flavour." Ianto said taking a mouthful of his own drink.

"You're like a coffee genius. Where did you learn all this?" Owen asked gesturing at the machine.

"When I left school I spent a couple of years drifting from job to job whilst I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, and whilst things were difficult with my family. I ended up working a lot in coffee shops. I picked up a few tricks." He explained. "Torchwood One paid well enough that with my first pay cheque I bought myself this." He added as he patted his coffee machine affectionately.

Owen smiled. He noted the comment about difficulties with his family, and realised that he really knew very little about Ianto's past, but decided now wasn't the time to get into it. Looking up at the clock on the wall he sighed.

"We need to get to work." He said with a disappointed tone.

Ianto nodded. "I'll hop in the shower then make my way. I take it you'll be late as usual?" He said as he downed the last of his drink and placed the mug in the sink.

Owen smirked as he nodded. "Why break the habit of a lifetime?" He asked as he continued to drink his coffee at an altogether more leisurely pace.

"Why indeed." Ianto replied with a shake of his head. "Right I'll be in the shower. Are you going to head home before you go to work?" He asked as he set off towards the kitchen door.

Owen nodded. "Yeah. Its not unusual for me to turn up in the same clothes two days running, but it'll pose fewer questions if I get changed. I don't really want to have to start making up some story about a gorgeous girl that I bedded last night. Not when I would much rather talk about this gorgeous guy I spent the night with." He said with a gentle smile.

Ianto smiled. "Do you want a shower before you go?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Was that an invitation to join you?" Owen asked.

"It certainly was." Ianto replied before dashing out the room, Owen soon giving chase.