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Jack pulled Owen back as Ianto headed for the locker room Ianto shot them both a questioning look, but left them alone, heading away by himself.
Jack turned on his lover. "Owen, this isn't even about my room, are you sure he should be....out? I mean what if..."
Owen shook his head. "I know, I know, but he can't stay here. That means him climbing up and down ladders, stale air, and he can’t even so much as go to the bathroom without passing the autopsy bay. How am I going to do the autopsies, if he's here?"
Jack hated to admit it, but those really were valid points. He just felt so much safer though when his younger lover was safe behind Torchwood’s security system. Both of his young lovers. There were somedays when he wished keeping them locked in the cells was a viable option.
"There's no sign of any brain, or nuro damage,-” Owen continued, unaware of Jack’s train of thought. “-so the amnesia has to be a psychological thing to protect him self. And there's more chance of his memory coming back suddenly, traumatically if he's around, where it happened. Any sound or smell could trigger it. The only thing we can do is get him away from here, and keep him calm and happy. Maybe then his memories will come back more….gently, if he’s somewhere else."
"Why not his flat then?" Jack asked, knowing that Owen had made up his mind. Ianto might be more comfortable around his own things. And it had been so long since Ianto had stayed at his house proper, not just nipped over for a change of clothes or a book, that it might be a nice vacation of sorts.
"A: It’s on the other side of town. B: he still hasn’t bought a bed."
Jack winced. He had known Ianto didn’t have a bed. It was one of the reasons they always stayed together in the hub. Ianto had said his couch was perfectly comfortable. The truth was that, as he learned one night in the middle of a hefty drinking session, before Lisa’s death, Ianto had been waiting until she could pick out a bed for both of them. After that, well it had seemed like Ianto just never thought about it. He had always spent half his time on a little cot down in the archives anyway, obsessed with some new bit of filing. The other half, of course, was spent in Jack’s bed. Jack had assumed though that Ianto would have gotten one by now.
Jack sighed and nodded. "You're right, and we don't want him seeing the weevils. We'll stay at your place. But I'm keeping my room here!"
Owen rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Keep your little POW camp. Play war games on your own time. I have to go pack. You should do the same."
Jack muttered, and they continued on towards the locker room.
"Think of it this way," Owen said with a smirk. "At least you’ll get unscrambled porn. High Definition even."
"I could live with that." Jack decided with a grin, sliding an arm around Ianto’s waist as they caught up with him. Ianto raised an eyebrow, and Jack nipped at his earlobe.
---
The three men trooped into the long-empty flat. Owen grinned broadly, dropping his bag on the floor, kicking it to the side out of the way. Jack piled both his and Ianto’s duffle bags on top of Owen’s, looking around the spacious, if somewhat messy flat.
"Ah! Home sweet home! How I’ve missed you!" Owen patted a near wall.
Jack had picked the place out and Ianto had been there before, of course. But Ianto had always been slightly tipsier. Owen grinned as Ianto looked around again, as if for the first time, wrinkling his nose at the expansive windows.
"How can you stand it...do you dress in the bathroom?" the younger man asked.
Owen stared blankly at him. "Why would it bother me?" he shrugged and looked out the windows, snickering as he saw the view with his enhanced vision. "Aww that's cute my neighbors are all excited I'm back!" He pointed to a far off balcony, where a man was hunched over his telescope. Owen waved cheerfully out the window. In the reflection of the glass Jack looked amused, and Ianto looked pained.
"How did I wind up dating two exhibitionists?" Ianto muttered.
"You're just lucky I guess. " Jack said brightly, while he wrapped his arms around Ianto, tipping him slightly so Ianto had to lean back against him.. "Wanna give the neighbors a welcome home show?"
Ianto elbowed Jack in the ribs and pulled free. "No. I- I'm going to go make some coffee." He frowned looking around the flat. "And maybe do some cleaning. I know we've all been away from home for weeks now, but when was the last time you cleaned before that?"
"Uh...I don't know? Doesn't matter, you're here to rest and relax. You know where the bed room is. Go. Make your self comfy." Owen ordered, pushing Ianto gently towards the bedroom.
Ianto gave in with a sigh, carefully side-stepping an overflowing hamper and a small landslide of DVDs.
Owen waited until Ianto was safely in the master bathroom before he turned and flopped down on his couch with a pleased sigh. "God that feels good. Oh baby. You don't know how much I'm missed you..." Owen crooned to the couch, rubbing his cheek against one cushion like a large cat, marking it’s territory.
Jack watched him in amusement. "Owen? Are there fetishes I should know about? I mean, I'm happy to help... Just need to know about them first."
Owen grinned and wiggled his fingers, gesturing for Jack to come over. Jack sat down, sinking into the deep cushions and cuddled into Owen.
"Now see? Isn't this better then your cramped office and hole in the ground? Large, roomy, comfortable."
"Bright. You're going to have to keep your sunglasses glued to your nose during the day time." Jack told him smirking as he gestured to all the large windows.
"...fuck. Didn't think of that...well I guess Ianto's going to get his wish of me learning to control my sight better. Either I will, or I'll go blind or something. “ Owen shrugged, too happy to be home finally, even under the circumstance. “Still better then the POW camp of yours." He teased.
Jack rolled his eyes and ran a hand over Owen's arm and across his shoulder. "We'll get you some blinds or something."
Owen pouted. "You'd deny my adoring public their porn?"
"I'm pretty sure if we want to ever have sex in your flat, we're going to be doing that anyway. Ianto's kind of lacking in the exhibitionist side."
Owen sighed. "Yeah I guess. Still, it was his idea to shag against the window that time...I should show you that video."
Owen laughed at the shocked expression on Jack’s face, and at the affectionate scowl on Ianto’s as he joined them on the couch, flopping down on the other side of Jack. “I was...unbelievably drunk that night. He should have known better than to listen to me.” Ianto nudged at Jack until the captain lifted his arm, letting Ianto curl in against his side with a tired sigh.
"Ianto? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jack asked.
"The sheets are filthy. I don't want to know when they were last changed. I really, really don't want to know."
Owen sighed and pushed him self up off the couch. He was sure they were perfectly fine. "I'll change them. I think I had put a set in the wash last time I was here...they'd gotta be dry by now, right?"
Ianto gave him a small thankful smile, and Owen couldn’t resist getting in a last word.
“It’s about time anyway. Six month rotation, very hygienic.”
Ianto shuddered, and Owen grinned.
Jack turned on his lover. "Owen, this isn't even about my room, are you sure he should be....out? I mean what if..."
Owen shook his head. "I know, I know, but he can't stay here. That means him climbing up and down ladders, stale air, and he can’t even so much as go to the bathroom without passing the autopsy bay. How am I going to do the autopsies, if he's here?"
Jack hated to admit it, but those really were valid points. He just felt so much safer though when his younger lover was safe behind Torchwood’s security system. Both of his young lovers. There were somedays when he wished keeping them locked in the cells was a viable option.
"There's no sign of any brain, or nuro damage,-” Owen continued, unaware of Jack’s train of thought. “-so the amnesia has to be a psychological thing to protect him self. And there's more chance of his memory coming back suddenly, traumatically if he's around, where it happened. Any sound or smell could trigger it. The only thing we can do is get him away from here, and keep him calm and happy. Maybe then his memories will come back more….gently, if he’s somewhere else."
"Why not his flat then?" Jack asked, knowing that Owen had made up his mind. Ianto might be more comfortable around his own things. And it had been so long since Ianto had stayed at his house proper, not just nipped over for a change of clothes or a book, that it might be a nice vacation of sorts.
"A: It’s on the other side of town. B: he still hasn’t bought a bed."
Jack winced. He had known Ianto didn’t have a bed. It was one of the reasons they always stayed together in the hub. Ianto had said his couch was perfectly comfortable. The truth was that, as he learned one night in the middle of a hefty drinking session, before Lisa’s death, Ianto had been waiting until she could pick out a bed for both of them. After that, well it had seemed like Ianto just never thought about it. He had always spent half his time on a little cot down in the archives anyway, obsessed with some new bit of filing. The other half, of course, was spent in Jack’s bed. Jack had assumed though that Ianto would have gotten one by now.
Jack sighed and nodded. "You're right, and we don't want him seeing the weevils. We'll stay at your place. But I'm keeping my room here!"
Owen rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Keep your little POW camp. Play war games on your own time. I have to go pack. You should do the same."
Jack muttered, and they continued on towards the locker room.
"Think of it this way," Owen said with a smirk. "At least you’ll get unscrambled porn. High Definition even."
"I could live with that." Jack decided with a grin, sliding an arm around Ianto’s waist as they caught up with him. Ianto raised an eyebrow, and Jack nipped at his earlobe.
---
The three men trooped into the long-empty flat. Owen grinned broadly, dropping his bag on the floor, kicking it to the side out of the way. Jack piled both his and Ianto’s duffle bags on top of Owen’s, looking around the spacious, if somewhat messy flat.
"Ah! Home sweet home! How I’ve missed you!" Owen patted a near wall.
Jack had picked the place out and Ianto had been there before, of course. But Ianto had always been slightly tipsier. Owen grinned as Ianto looked around again, as if for the first time, wrinkling his nose at the expansive windows.
"How can you stand it...do you dress in the bathroom?" the younger man asked.
Owen stared blankly at him. "Why would it bother me?" he shrugged and looked out the windows, snickering as he saw the view with his enhanced vision. "Aww that's cute my neighbors are all excited I'm back!" He pointed to a far off balcony, where a man was hunched over his telescope. Owen waved cheerfully out the window. In the reflection of the glass Jack looked amused, and Ianto looked pained.
"How did I wind up dating two exhibitionists?" Ianto muttered.
"You're just lucky I guess. " Jack said brightly, while he wrapped his arms around Ianto, tipping him slightly so Ianto had to lean back against him.. "Wanna give the neighbors a welcome home show?"
Ianto elbowed Jack in the ribs and pulled free. "No. I- I'm going to go make some coffee." He frowned looking around the flat. "And maybe do some cleaning. I know we've all been away from home for weeks now, but when was the last time you cleaned before that?"
"Uh...I don't know? Doesn't matter, you're here to rest and relax. You know where the bed room is. Go. Make your self comfy." Owen ordered, pushing Ianto gently towards the bedroom.
Ianto gave in with a sigh, carefully side-stepping an overflowing hamper and a small landslide of DVDs.
Owen waited until Ianto was safely in the master bathroom before he turned and flopped down on his couch with a pleased sigh. "God that feels good. Oh baby. You don't know how much I'm missed you..." Owen crooned to the couch, rubbing his cheek against one cushion like a large cat, marking it’s territory.
Jack watched him in amusement. "Owen? Are there fetishes I should know about? I mean, I'm happy to help... Just need to know about them first."
Owen grinned and wiggled his fingers, gesturing for Jack to come over. Jack sat down, sinking into the deep cushions and cuddled into Owen.
"Now see? Isn't this better then your cramped office and hole in the ground? Large, roomy, comfortable."
"Bright. You're going to have to keep your sunglasses glued to your nose during the day time." Jack told him smirking as he gestured to all the large windows.
"...fuck. Didn't think of that...well I guess Ianto's going to get his wish of me learning to control my sight better. Either I will, or I'll go blind or something. “ Owen shrugged, too happy to be home finally, even under the circumstance. “Still better then the POW camp of yours." He teased.
Jack rolled his eyes and ran a hand over Owen's arm and across his shoulder. "We'll get you some blinds or something."
Owen pouted. "You'd deny my adoring public their porn?"
"I'm pretty sure if we want to ever have sex in your flat, we're going to be doing that anyway. Ianto's kind of lacking in the exhibitionist side."
Owen sighed. "Yeah I guess. Still, it was his idea to shag against the window that time...I should show you that video."
Owen laughed at the shocked expression on Jack’s face, and at the affectionate scowl on Ianto’s as he joined them on the couch, flopping down on the other side of Jack. “I was...unbelievably drunk that night. He should have known better than to listen to me.” Ianto nudged at Jack until the captain lifted his arm, letting Ianto curl in against his side with a tired sigh.
"Ianto? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jack asked.
"The sheets are filthy. I don't want to know when they were last changed. I really, really don't want to know."
Owen sighed and pushed him self up off the couch. He was sure they were perfectly fine. "I'll change them. I think I had put a set in the wash last time I was here...they'd gotta be dry by now, right?"
Ianto gave him a small thankful smile, and Owen couldn’t resist getting in a last word.
“It’s about time anyway. Six month rotation, very hygienic.”
Ianto shuddered, and Owen grinned.
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Date: Friday, July 31st, 2009 11:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Saturday, August 1st, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)Haha. Owen is so happy to be home. And I'd love to see that video please!