Gwen stood over the bunker, hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking slightly. Ianto fell back onto the mattress pulling the wadded blanket over his head with a moan. Jack shook his head, kissing his lover sloppily on the lips before rolling back and climbing out of the bunker.
"Sorry, Jack, umm, food's here." She broke into laughter again, and the captain crossed his arms.
"When are you ever going to learn to knock?" A voice from behind.
"When you learn not to seduce me at work." Jack spun around, to see his lover pulling himself up from the ladder, hair still a mess from sleep, but clothes as strait and well pressed as his suits always managed to look. Gwen leaned to Ianto conspiratorially.
"I'll not have to learn to knock will I?" The Welshman shook his head, before clapping his hands and striding towards the door.
"Let's have lunch shall we? I am starving." Gwen and Jack shared an amused look, which only further spired the Archivist forward. The trio sat around the little table in the HUB, Jack attempting to grope Ianto throughout the meal.
The third time that the immortal rubbed his leg against his lover, the Welshman stomped on his foot.
"Yan!" Jack gasped, and Ianto smirked quietly.
"Yes sir?" He stated, amused. Tosh was grinning knowingly at him, while the doctor and Gwen simply looked confused. Jack rolled in his pain, going instead to toy with his lover.
"What have you told your band mates about me." The immortal asked innocently, and Ianto choked on his bite of food. Coughing and gasping, with Jack patting his back concernedly, he finally recovered enough to speak.
"Please tell me that I misheard you." The immortal looked lightly wounded, the sentiment carried through their bond. Ianto wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.
"Are YOU embarrassed by ME?" The immortal asked incredulously, the pain needling the Welshman's heart.
"Look, Jack, I haven't. We weren't serious until yesterday. And the boys." Ianto took a deep breath, gazing into his lover's eyes. "I was planning on introducing you tonight, after the gig."
Owen and Tosh shared a nervous glance, not knowing how this would play out. Gwen had managed to lean further into Ianto's personal space than common courtesy allowed.
"So It just never came up then." The immortal stated, slightly relieved. He still had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that Ianto was keeping something from him, but for now he was content to let the matter drop. It would be better addressed away from prying eyes.
"Not really." The Archivist bit his lip, not wanting to poison the moment by mentioning that half his band thought that he had been hiding a secret girlfriend. Jack seemed to drop the topic, opting for silence. This silence held over the majority of their meal, until Tosh decided to breach the topic on the back of her mind.
"So, Ianto, what happened on your date last night." The Welshman paused, fork midway to his open mouth. He glanced around the room, reading the reactions to the questions. Gwen seemed intrigued, Tosh curious, even Owen seemed interested, if slightly put off. Jack, well Jack just glanced at the Welshman nervously.
"Well, it was amazing, To start with." The immortal relaxed instantly, all doubts about the night before instantly erased.
"Jack took me to, well the Inn where Hart was holding me. Gertrude and Olivia had set of the garden and-" Gwen interrupted
"Woe wait, your date with Jack was were his ex had held you captive?" Jack blushed, the way she had put it showing poorly on him. He hadn't even considered that.
"Yes, but, as I was saying, Gertrude and Olivia had set the garden gazebo up so that-"
"Wait who are Gertrude and Olivia?" Jack felt Ianto growing impatient with the Welshwoman, and sympathized with him.
"Gertrude is the owner of the Inn, a lovely woman of around 80 or so. Olivia is her wife." Gwen sat up a bit straighter, that fact enough to keep her mind occupied while the Archivist continued to regale the other's with his and his lover's first date
."They had fairy lights in the hedges, and the table was set beautifully, a single vase and small candelabra. It was perfect. The food was incredible too. A four course meal hand prepared, great wine, good company." Jack held a hand over his heart in mock shock.
"Good? Just good?" This earned him an eye roll from the Welshman.
"Don't push it sir." The immortal chuckled.
"Are you going to tell them what happened afterwards, or shall I?" Owen covered his ears.
"I really don't want to know what you did afterwards. Tea-boy has already said enough." Ianto blushed, and Jack laughed. Gwen knew instantly what pint Jack was about to bring up, and she shuffled her way to the edge of the sofa.
"So you told them what I asked then." The Welshman's blush deepened.
"No, more along the lines of, what happened when we reached our flat." There, it was out, with one pronoun Tosh and Owen knew exactly what had happened.
"You asked to move in with him?" Owen nearly shouted, shock radiating off of him.
Ianto took a deep breath, grasping Jack's hand., yet it was the captain who spoke.
"Yes I did, and he agreed. Apparently I seem to have assimilated myself into the flat without noticing." Owen chuckled.
"Get yourself a drawer there, or start leaving your toothbrush?" Jack and Ianto shared an amused look, before bursting into laughter.
"This man," Ianto said wrapping an arm around his lover's shoulders. "Has managed to completely take over my dresser, and still has a full wardrobe here." Jack managed a slight blush, as Owen balked at them. Gwen settled into a small tight smile, the happy couple's exploits a bit too much for her. Ianto felt the guilt and pain on the Welshwoman, his levity abating slightly. He pulled out his phone, grimacing at the time. "It's nearly 4:30. I'm going to go finish some paperwork." He stood, carrying his trash to the bin before walking swiftly to the archives.