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Since my desk is at the back of the Hub floor, there are two ways out of here. I could walk through the crowd of my co-workers avoiding eye-glances and awkward conversations about why I'm leaving and their attempts to get me to stay and have a drink, or I could slip out of the side fire exit and go up the stairs.

I already know which one I'm going to take. I grab my car keys and head to the fire exit.

I open the door quietly so it doesn't squeak and shut it behind me.

The lights in the stairwell are dim, but it's enough to see where I'm heading. Two floors up and I'll be at ground where I can exit and head to the parking lot.

The concrete walls and steps make everything echo as I head up. I immediately stop when I hear a female voice.

"We can't do it here." Gwen giggles and a small moan escapes her lips.

Oh shit. Had they heard me open the door and come in?

"No one comes in here. I want to fuck you so bad, babe. Feel how hard I am for you." Gwen and Owen? I can't see them, but I know they are right below where I am. If I go any further down they'll see me. And worse, I'll see them.

I have to turn around before they know I'm here.

I slowly backtrack until I'm at the fire exit door and turn the handle to go back into the Hub. It's locked. Shit, shit, shit. Of course, it's locked; it's a safety thing. You can get into the stairwell fine, but can only exit at the bottom. Damn, stupid, fire exit.

"Owen, mmmm," murmurs Gwen.

Her voice echoes around the walls making everything they do louder than it actually is. I sit down on the stairs wondering if I should just walk past them and get out of here.

Maybe they are so into each other they won't even notice me. They haven't heard me so far.

I take a step down and round the corner. I make sure each footstep is quiet so that if I change my mind about walking past them I can come back up and wait for them to finish.

Not ideal, but preferable to my current situation.

I've come down far enough that I can see them. Gwen's shirt is undone and Owen's hand is inside her pink lace bra fondling her breast. She's closing her eyes, obviously enjoying his touch. Her nipple is straining against the lace wanting to be free. Wanting Owen's tongue to swirl around it and pull it into his mouth. Feel his teeth scrape along it.

Ahem. I may be projecting here.

"Someone might come in and see us," says Gwen.

Er, like me? Newsflash Gwen, I can already see you… Petty soon Tosh might too and then we will have a shooting to cover up.

"So what? You've got one sweet pussy," says Owen. "They'll be jealous and wish they were gonna lick you like a lollipop, too."

She giggles again as his head moves lower to her stomach. He reaches around and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her underwear is also pink lace to match her bra. Owen pulls the lace to the side and runs his thick tongue along her folds. She leans back against the wall and moans.

Ewwwwwwww.

Crunch time. I can't continue to watch them or it'll make me crazy. I'm already in a state of half disgust and half arousal. Not quite what I want to feel right now.

I move away just as Owen pushes one then two fingers inside her. "Oh, Owen," she moans. "That feels so good. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."

I grit my teeth and take a step back up the stairwell until they are out of sight again.

A warm ache in my groin reminds me that I need to get home quickly and get away from this situation.

I could still walk past them. It might be preferable to sitting here listening to them.

"Fuck me, Owen. I need your big cock in my hot pussy."

"Yeah you do," he says.

I hear his pants unzip and then a giggle followed by a growl.

Sometimes I wish I was that forward that I could ask a guy what I wanted. With my last boyfriend I let him do whatever he felt like. He wasn't a patient or giving lover. That wasn't the reason we broke up, it just wasn't what either of us wanted. Lisa was so much safer. Well…not but you know what I mean.

"Oh god, yes, Owen. Faster, harder. Fuck me harder."

"You like being my little slut, don't you. You can't get enough of my big hard cock."

"Oooooooh yes."

Slut. I hate that word.

Still, I can't deny that sitting here listening to them isn't both weird and oddly arousing. My body is betraying me by the way it's aching with need, wishing it was me that was getting fucked like that.

Ewwwww, it's Owen!

I'm really going to have to get home soon. I can feel the hardness building between my legs and it isn't something I can do anything about.

More grunting and moaning. It's echoing around the walls and I'm tempted to go back down and see what they are doing. I mean, I know what they are doing, but it wouldn't hurt to see it. I can already hear them, it wouldn't be too much of an invasion if I watched too. Okay, yes it would. It's already weird.

I stand up thinking about sprinting passed them or casually telling them to keep up the good work. It sounds funny in my head, anyway.

My phone rings and sounds like an alarm in this tight stairwell.

"What the fuck is that?" asks Owen.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and see that it's my boss, Captain Harkness. Oh, this isn't good.

"Yes, Captain Harkness. Can I help you with something?" My voice is pitching high.

Owen and Gwen are coming up the stairs to see what is going on.

"Ianto, can you please come into my Hub. I need to speak with you."

He's going to fire me. Fire me for watching the Gwen and Owen show.

"Yes, of course. Except I ..."

"The fire exit door is unlocked. I left it open it for you."

"The fuck?" says Owen as he stands in front of me. His dick is still hanging out of his pants. Still erect. Gwen is trying to cover herself up.

"Yes, sir. I'll be right there."

I hang up, give a small shrug to Owen and Gwen and turn and open the fire exit door to go back into the building. This time it opens.