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"But it's dangerous" Ianto hissed as he watched Owen dance around swinging wildly at the stunt man in a Weevil costume.
"We don't have much choice, the public love Janet and the powers that be wanted a Weevil episode with more sightings starting to happen. At least he will be the only real one, the others are actors" Jack replied softly with matching concern.
"She. Well I hope you promised her a pumpkin or something, they like those. Right? Pumpkins and Brussels sprouts?" Ianto asked as he handed the cup of coffee over, Jack gaping at him with confusion.
"Weevils steal the Jack-o-lanterns every Halloween. Tell me you noticed that." Ianto laughed.
Jack huffed with mirth, "Shit. It makes sense, all the ones in Bute Park. Always thought it was kids. Shit."
Ianto had moved closer and Jack felt a surge of heat as he brushed against him, his mouth going dry as his blood pressure dropped….well, all his blood dropped and he glared at the man now sliding away across the room fully aware he had just made it impossible for Jack to drop the script he was holding in front of his crotch, then a cheeky glance over his shoulder had Jack realising it was not a tease, it was an invitation.
Hell yeah.
Jack had hold of Ianto before they got the door closed to the toilet stall and Ianto struggled ineffectively, like he couldn't snap Jack's neck with one hand, then slumped against the wall panting, his eyes wide.
Gods, he was a good actor and Jack was so turned on by the innocent boy routine.
"Couldn't wait for the trailer?" Ianto whispered as he thrust his hands around Jack's waist to squeeze his arse.
"Want that burn" Jack demanded, unbuckling his trousers as he shrugged his braces off, "Don't want to soil my pants."
Ianto giggled, "Soil…means shitting them Cariad."
"Huh?" Jack stalled, his trousers around his ankles as he went to lean over the toilet and Ianto realised what was happening as the boxers dropped next, "Come on, I'm dying here."
Ianto had sort of thought their first time would be candlelight and a meal, ya know? Like, romantic but as he found himself balls deep, Jack rearing back as Ianto pulled him by his hair to sink his fangs into his neck he found himself overcome with affection. Jack tasted like life itself, their hips moving together as Jack's hands gripped Ianto's wrists so tightly they would bruise, the grunting and slapping of flesh loud in the quiet bathroom.
Ianto didn't want to let him go so he pulled him back, watching as cum shot into the toilet bowl, Jack convulsing around his dick in a glorious display of lust that had a second rush of overload.
"Holy shit" Jack gasped as Ianto's hands rubbed his belly like he was petting a cat, the image making him huff with laughter, turning his head for a kiss. The taste of his own blood not at all unexpected and the unique taste of Ianto was there as well.
Gods, so sexy.
"Sorry, I got carried away again, Gods you make me forget myself" Ianto whispered as he nuzzled Jack's jaw line and Jack turned to kiss him again.
"I'm sorry too, I know this is not exactly romantic, I want the whole flowers and candles thing" Jack responded and Ianto blinked, then started to laugh.
"Would you believe I was thinking the same thing?" he chortled, "A nice evening of just sharing the same space, ya know?"
"Sounds nice, I would like that" Jack sighed and stepped back, reaching for the toilet paper to clean himself and Ianto moved to help. Both of them stood doing up their trousers with sheepish grins like teenagers again.
They emerged to chaos as the scene had turned to custard, Owen standing with a look of shame as the stunt man sat with an icepack on his face.
"Zigging and zagging are always hard things to master" Ianto said as he patted Owen's back with a sigh of commiseration, "I'll go get Janet and we can just use her. They all look the same right?"
Owen nodded, smiling up at Ianto with such honest relief that he reminded Ianto of Dafyd, causing his hand to ruffle hair gently. "The first rule of Weevil Club is don't talk about Weevil Club."
Owen shone with glee as he said back, "And the second rule is don't forget the first rule?"
Ianto's soft laugher echoed as he left the set and headed for the cells, Owen once again feeling great and ready to play. His bungled stunt now forgotten as he decided he was like Brad Pitt in Fight Club.
"My birthday at the weekend" Gwen suddenly said as they all waited for Ianto to return with Janet and Jack perked up.
"Party?"
"Yeah, you'll come right?"
"Yeah, me and Yan" Jack said, then turned as Ianto approached with Janet, her clawed hand in his like a child being led, "Yan? Party for Gwen's birthday?"
"Lovely, a 21st is it?" he asked as he turned Janet so she was not looking at Owen. Gwen giggled and clapped happily as she assured Ianto she was a few years older than that.
"Now Janet love, you will be a good girl. Just playing like when we dance, right?" 'Ianto said softly and she moaned in response, shuffling over to look at Owen.
"Pretending" Ianto repeated, then stepped back and they called action.
Janet was perfect, those 'dancing' sessions with Ianto now coming through as she shuffled and swung. Every now and then she would snarl making Owen squeak and when they called cut he surged forward and hugged the weevil as he told her she was epic.
"Best yet!" Owen said excitedly as she stood stock still with shock at the contact, "You are so good at this!"
She looked over at Ianto who mouthed 'pumpkin' and then accepted the hug some more before shoving Owen back so hard he almost fell over. He laughed as he rubbed his shoulder and told everyone he was done, needed the potty.
Ianto led her back to her home telling her she was wonderful and he was proud and an extra pumpkin for not shoving too hard. She turned at the cell door and clacked her claws making him laugh.
"OK, two extra. I know, you hated the peppermints but Owen would have wilted under your breath" he crooned, "Handsome woman that you are. Three pumpkins total."
She growled and clacked the claws.
Ianto sighed, "Four will give you tummy ache missus. How about three and a bag of Brussels sprouts for afters."
She considered as he sighed, "The mini cabbages?"
She growled and then nodded moving away as he shook his head then stalled as he went to swing the cell door shut.
"Shit, Janet did I just get asked on a date back there?"