A/N I more or less hibernated through the whole winter but fear not! I'm back and I come bearing gifts. I hope you like them!

'I Love You' In Two Languages

Ianto's eyes narrowed when they landed on the couple a few meters ahead of him. He wasn't jealous, that was entirely Jack's thing but he couldn't help but pull a face every time his lover, his lover, joked with the other man. Alien. A very attractive alien. That had simply appeared one day in his cafe, with his striped brown suit and ruffled hair and blue, of every possible colour, tie. An alien that had introduced himself as the Doctor, after spending an eternity squeezing the living shit out of Jack and had asked them if they wanted to see "his space ship".

It sounded so much like a line from a bad porn. Except it wasn't because Jack had assured him that their relationship wasn't "like that". Besides, the Doctor had a mate and Jack had... well, he had Ianto (his words exactly). And apparently the Welshman was the only one among them all with a problem with that arrangement.

"Something wrong, dear boy?" He heard the words, spoken in that annoying drawl, and the tweaking of crushed sticks, before he even saw the body, with an even more hideous suit and a marred-with-a-creepy-smile face.

"Nothing. Just, you know, my immortal boyfriend, that works for a secret agency which is "beyond the government" and hunts creatures from my worst nightmares apparently has a time traveling alien as a friend. Everything is peachy."

Yes, nothing out of the ordinary.

...That was his life now.

For a while only the crunching of the leaves bellow their feet interrupted the silence. "And don't call me boy."

The creepy smile twitched.

"And what bothers you more- the alien or the time traveling part?"

"Neither. I have had enough time to deal with the idea of extraterrestrial life and the time traveling... well, it's perfectly normal to exist- after all, even if it was created a million years in the future due to its essence we will still be affected."

A second after he had said all of this, he flushed. He had spent a lot of time, mainly while Jack and that Doctor made eyes at each other, to mule over the situation and this had been the only explanation he had. That, however, didn't mean he had to go around and give it to someone who was just looking for a way to make fun of him. A person who, if it hadn't been made obvious, was the Master exactly.

But instead of a sneer or the pitiful look people wore right before they claimed you were an idiot, the brown-haired man was looking at him with a completely blank face,

"I see now why Jack likes you," he finally murmured, no trace of the patronizing undertones that Ianto had thought were a constant in his speech. "So I'm guessing you are bothered by their closeness?"

Later, Ianto would have blamed that look on the other's face for his decision to nod.

"Yeah... Me too. But don't worry. They are idiots, but they are our idiots."

Just then said idiots came running, their faces lit up, similar to kids that have opened their Christmas gifts early. Only if, you know, those presents have been a really big, scaringly resembling a dinosaurs', egg.

"What did you do?" frowned the Master, like the mother, who had seen her children open their presents.

"Well. Good news is we found dinner." Jack smiled brightly, swinging the egg slightly. The grin was only slightly dimmed by a rawr that sounded through the forest and made a few birds leave their places on the trees' branches. "Bad news is... its mother found us, as well."

So that was how Ianto Jones spent his first day meeting the Doctor- being chased by a dinosaur. Still, it was remarkable what sort of wonders those kind of things did to a relationship. And once the Welshman realized the insane alien wasn't after his boyfriend, he was even more ready to help him escape a blood-thirsty beast.

Not that Ianto would have let it eat him if the Doctor had had feelings for Jack. He liked to think he was a better person than that.

When, a few hours later, with bellies full of eggs, they waved goodbye to the police box, Ianto didn't regret in the slightest his decision to follow his lover on that adventure.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" Jack turned toward him, beaming, and Ianto could only nod.

They started walking, hand in hand. It was peaceful, with no people around, since it was already dark. It was a little cold, though, and Ianto shivered, just once, just slightly, but it was enough to make Jack stop suddenly, shrug off his own coat and cover the other's shoulders with it.

Ianto opened his mouth to thank him but something caught his eyes. He stared at it for half a second and then an entirely different thing left his mouth.

"I love you."

Because here was this man, this gorgeous, clever, brave man. So new and different that treated him like a china doll. The one that had introduced him to so much wonderful things and after that, unnoticed, had walked him to his own apartment. Who had given him his jacket when they were standing right in front of Ianto's home just because he had shivered, with no regard for his comfort or well-being.

And Ianto did. He loved him so much and he had for so long.

"I love you too," Jack whispered against his mouth gently, eyes sparkling more than they had through the whole day, before he planted a chaste kiss.

And love, as Ianto found out soon after, was all about the small things. Like giving your lover your jacket when you would need it more or snuggling in front of the TV and letting them watch their favourite shows even though you hated it. Or even sleeping together, spooned so close you were like glued, murmuring "I love you" whenever it crossed your mind.

...Just because you could.

The thrusts were shallow, gentler, and Ianto couldn't have hated it more. He pressed back, his hips rolling. That seemed enough, because Jack complied- he moved faster, harder, deeper and it made Ianto unable to do anything but moan, head falling on his arms and eyes rolling back.

He was on his hands and knees with Jack behind him- his favourite position of late. He could sense it was bothering the other man, he had always managed to do that, thus the immortal was trying to bring some intimacy in their sex life.

Not that Ianto minded that much, he was more annoyed by the fact the man would rather sneak tender kisses and caresses in their bed than face him with the problem. It irritated him to no end but simultaneously made him want to hold Jack near and smother him in an embrace. Which in turn made him even more angry and even more tender.

A particular hard thrust made him yelp, his head shooting up and hands clutching desperately the sheets.

"Like that, baby?" A raspy voice came from behind him and he felt a warm body press along his back and an even warmer mouth shower his neck and shoulders with kisses.

Ianto, if he could, would have responded rather harshly to the endearment. At least he liked to believe so. Nobody could really know because as it was, he could only shiver in need and try to move even faster. When Jack clutched his head and twisted it so he could gain access to his mouth, the Welshman again didn't utter a word. His only response to the way the immortal slid his hands over his body, fingers pinching rosy buds and caressing tender skin, far too slowly for his own comfort, were breathless moans.

And when Jack got up from the bed, minutes after they have finished, with the clear intent to go home like every other night since they have started all of this... Ianto stopped him.

It was the closest he would get to saying "I love you."

Not that Jack seemed to mind.