"So what are you anyway." Gwen's Rhys asked, earning confused looks from around the table.
"I'm a man, if that's what you're asking." Gwen snickered and Owen shook his head.
"No like you-" He pointed between the two of them. "What are you guys together. Boyfriends, shags, live ins, did you get hitched?" Jack and Ianto shared a look of mutual horror, before Jack spoke.
"I'm his boyfriend, though I mean I do kind of live with him." Ianto laughed at the look of surprise rippling across the faces around him.
"And I'm his boyfriend, though I don't know about the kind of there." The immortal blushed. A few moments passed, no one knowing what next to say.
"So Jack, what did you think of that picture?" Gwen asked the immortal, who responded with a confused expression. Tosh joined in, the topic perking her ears.
"Yea Captain, what did you think of it?" Jack looked at his lover who just shrugged.
"What picture?" Gwen and Owen shared a look, before turning to the captain.
"The one Tosh sent you? The one Hart took?" Now Ianto was afraid.
"Please tell me that it wasn't of me." His plea went ignored.
"I sent it to your phone Jack." The captain pulled out his phone, noticing the message for the first time. Upon seeing the picture he looked over at his lover appreciatively.
"I really do like those pajamas Yan." The Welshman blushed furiously.
"Oh god. Please tell me he didn't." The band members pitched in.
"Who did what?" They looked expectantly at Ianto who sighed.
"Nothing." Rhys shook his head.
"it has to be something, otherwise you wouldn't be that red." Jack passed his phone around to the band members, who whistled and made cat calls.
"Who took that one." Anthony asked.
"Guy I know. Caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting him to be there, or have a camera phone. Frankly I wasn't planning on being there." Jack gathered is phone back, setting the provocative picture as his wallpaper. Ianto groaned inwardly. The waitress arrived with a tray full of drinks, passing them out around the table. Ianto sipped his lightly, laughing when the two Rhys's started in a drinking contest. Jack wanted to join in, as the rest of the men competed to see who could down the most liquor.
"But Yan, They are doing it, and you know that if you kill me I'll be sober again." Ianto rolled his eyes, sipping his drink and watching as Gwen poured another shot for her husband.
"There are so many things wrong with that. First off, the other men aren't you, and you are not them. Otherwise I would be a very confused man right now." Jack chuckled. "Second, I really do hate it when you die. It hurts too much. And we don't know what happens when you die with this new link." Jack swallowed. He had forgotten about that.
"And what's the third point." He croaked. The Welshman leaned in slightly his lips brushing his captain's ear.
"When you're drunk you're no fun in bed."
"How long will we have to stay here?" Jack whispered, and the Archivist smiled.
"My Rhys will cave after the next shot. Then Gwen's Rhys. Anthony and Nick are already too drunk to care who wins between the two of them, and frankly, Gwen has already put away twice as much as any of them. Anyway, My Rhys will go home after he loses. Anthony and Nick after him. I'll call a cab for Gwen and Rhys, and then we can go." Jack's brow furrowed.
"What about Tosh and Owen." Ianto chuckled, waving his hand around him.
"They left when the shots started coming around. If you want my bet they're at Tosh's house." Jack grimaced.
"I still don't know how that works." The Welshman shook his head.
"Does it really matter? I mean I can kind of understand your curiosity with the aliens, but let's not question the genius and the dead man." Jack laughed at that watching in astonishment as the bass guitarist caved, Gwen's Rhys shortly thereafter. He saw the three band member stagger away from the table with a few parting goodbyes. Ianto pulled out his phone, calling a cab and ushering Gwen and Rhys out to it. As they watched the car depart from them, Jack took Ianto's hand in his. The couple got into the SUV, Jack driving, Ianto in the passenger seat, the radio mercifully turned off.
They arrived at their flat, with Ianto barely awake in the passenger seat. Jack smiled softly at the sight.
"He's exhausted." Ianto stirred turning in his seat to face the captain.
"You sure Jack?" The sleep in his eyes betrayed his tiredness. The captain simply got out of the car, helping the Welshman into the flat. He undressed him, before putting him in the red silk pajamas that he loved so much.
"Jack-" Ianto began, then yawned. The immortal chuckled, putting on a pair of the Welshman's sweats before guiding him the bed.
"I do love those Pajamas Ianto." The Welshman laughed sleepily.
"It isn't like I'll be wearing them for long." Jack shook his head.
"Get some sleep Yan. It's late, and you've had one hell of a day." Jack sat down on the bed, pulling the covers back for himself and his lover. The Welshman crawled into them, sighing contentedly when Jack curled up around him.
"Thank you Jack." The Immortal smiled into his lover's shoulder, kissing his lover's neck softly.
"I plan on having quite a number of nights with you Ianto Jones." The Welshman grinned sleepily..
"is that a promise?" Jack's smile faded, as he felt his Welshman drift to sleep.
"I really wish that it could be Yan."