[for ianto and daniel] Wednesday Sept. 19

[more_flexible]

Jack took the bucket and left House and Wilson together in the rec room. He made good on his suggestion, finding his way to Ianto's hut easily in the twilight. It really was magic because by the time he got there, not only had none of the ice melted, there were a few more beers than there had been before.

He knocked on the door and waited, hoping it was still early enough he wasn't interrupting anything. And hey, if he was, he had a peace offering.

Comments

[coffee_sir]

Ianto paused for a long moment, not sure how aware of his surroundings Jack really was. He had wished this all into existence after all. It was something of a dream for him. Ianto wondered if he could really tell the difference if that were the case.

"..Do you want him to?" he asked carefully. "I could ask, but I don't know if he wants to or not."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he replied softly, smiling as he closed his eyes. "Both of you. Bed's big enough."

Naishi looked at Ianto over Jack's shoulder and faded away entirely.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto blinked again, slowly, then leaned in to kiss Jack's forehead lightly. "I'll be right back," he said, standing up and walking out of the room.

He looked at Daniel hesitantly, biting at his bottom lip as he entered the room. "He... asked if you wanted to sleep there as well," Ianto explained. It was all just a shade more than surreal, and Ianto was almost waiting for something to interrupt it.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel's head whirled and he felt a little dizzy. "Of course he did," he said and then actually thought about it. It wasn't the sleeping part that had bothered him. He'd shared close quarters with Jack and Sam and Teal'c before. It was the Jack part. He'd been willing to...well...loan out Ianto. But now Jack wanted him in the bed, too.

But then he remembered the look on Jack's face when he realized how screwed up things might have been. And he remembered how much Daniel wished that his own realization would have been better.

"You'd have to be between us," Daniel said slowly. "I still don't know that I'm ready to..." He trailed off, not sure what it was that he wasn't ready for.

[coffee_sir]

"You don't have to," Ianto said, reaching out to take Daniel's hand. "If you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to. But, if you do..."

Somehow, Ianto felt better if Daniel was there with them. It felt less like betraying Daniel, less like he was doing something behind his back or that he would disapprove of if Daniel was a part of it. But he didn't say that, didn't want to influence Daniel's decision either way.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

He took a long breath. "Honestly, he's kind of going through what I was and I know that I would have wanted that instead of this." He nodded alternately at the door and his leg. He squeezed Ianto's hand tightly. "Maybe...maybe if I do this, things will go back to how they were two months ago."

Daniel didn't put a lot of hope into it, but anything was better than now. This alternating hating and pitying. He didn't want to live with it, and maybe this was how he'd be able to get over it.

"After all," he said, with a soft smile that barely reached his eyes. "He did want me in there, didn't he?"

[coffee_sir]

Ianto nodded slowly, smiling in return, near a mirror image of his, though there was a glimmer that reached his eyes. "Okay," he said, leaning in to give Daniel another soft kiss. "And he did," he added, sliding one arm around Daniel's waist, kissing the corner of his mouth.

The situation felt so strange, especially given their recent problems, that Daniel would actually consent to something like this. It made him feel a little nervous, though he hid it, and tried to ignore it.

"I'm just going to go in," he said, kissing Daniel again. "You can change if you want."

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

"I'm not under any magical island mumbo jumbo," Daniel murmured, more to ease his own nervousness than because he noticed Ianto.

He still didn't have any idea what he was doing. Or why. But he knew that what he was doing, he'd do for any human being other than Jack, pretty much. And that it was Jack seemed to be pretty much because Daniel saw a little of what he'd gone through in Jack. So everything was neat and logical.

That didn't explain the lump of nervousness in his stomach.

"Yeah. I'm going to go pull on a t-shirt," he said, kissing Ianto's jaw. Slowly, he let go of Ianto's hand and walked in the direction of their bedroom.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto nodded and let go of Daniel easily, walking quietly back into Jack's room. He stripped down quickly, leaving his clothes out of the way, and slipped into bed behind Jack.

"Hey," he said softly, wrapping an arm loosely around Jack's waist.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack sighed softly, contented, and inched back against him, then looked back over his shoulder in surprise. "You're...undressed..."

[coffee_sir]

An eyebrow lifted in faint amusement. "I don't actually sleep in a suit, you know," he remarked softly. "Besides, if there's three of us, it's going to get quite warm. ...Do you want me to put on something?"

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel changed quickly. It wasn't even that much of a change. Just tossing off his jeans and button-up shirt and tossing on a t-shirt. He could have forgone the shirt, but he felt more comfortable with it. Slowly, he walked back over to the new door in the hut.

He got as far as inside the door frame before he hesitated, just watching Jack and Ianto for a minute. Did he really want to go in there? Interrupt that? Of course, that sounded like what Jack had been thinking, and he certainly didn't want things to go there. Not with whatever the island was on about.

But still, he hesitated, not really sure what he was waiting for. Maybe an invitation.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up over his shoulder and blinked at the wedge of light that spilled in. "Daniel?" he asked, expectantly. There was more than enough room on both sides, either next to Jack or Ianto. Jack looked at his silhouette for another moment, then laid back down.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto rolled back slightly to look at Daniel, blinking at the bright light contrasted against the darkness of the room. "Cariad," he called softly, reaching out for him.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

There was no way, with Ianto looking like that, that Daniel wasn't moving. Slowly, he shut the door and walked until he got to Ianto's clothes, tossing his glasses down on top of them. Then he walked until he was gripping Ianto's hand. He slipped into the bed silently next to Ianto, not sure exactly what to say, and gave a soft sigh once he was completely stretched out.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The bed shifted under Daniel's additional weight and Jack nearly moaned as he was pulled back into Ianto a little, just from gravity. Broad shoulders pressed against bare chest, legs tangled with legs. It was so perfect, and before long he couldn't tell who was touching who, nor did he care.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto pulled Daniel's arm around his waist, then wrapped his arm around Jack's waist again. It felt odd, trapped between two people, but at the same time the bed was incredibly comfortable, and it was Daniel and Jack he was sleeping with. He relaxed back into Daniel's chest after a few minutes, letting sleep slowly pull over him. He knew Jack would sleep well tonight, and could only hope the same for Daniel.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel wasn't getting sleep soon, not with Jack there. But he did relax against Ianto, running his hand softly against the side of Ianto's stomach and resting his forehead against the top of Ianto's head. He wasn't sure that he was going to get sleep, but he was comfortable enough, and that way a bigger step than he'd expected.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Between the beer and the fight and the complete emotional drain, Jack drifted off quickly settled against the warmth of Ianto's body.

There were no windows, but hours later, light began to grow brighter behind the rice paper screens. Jack rolled over, burying his face against Ianto's chest and draping his arm over his waist, fingers moving slow and soft against bare skin just above a waistband. He was still on the edge of sleep, still half-dreaming. Jack had grown accustomed to how mornings went and reacted almost by muscle memory, his lips moving softly along bare skin, his hand sliding lower, over fabric, to cup the firm swell of muscle.

"Wake up," he whispered, not even awake, himself.

[coffee_sir]

"Mmm," Ianto noised, not even close to awake. He heard Jack's voice and felt warmth all around him, and shifted on the bed, rolling back into the body behind him, tangled legs pulling the body in front of him closer. Still mostly asleep, he couldn't remember why exactly Jack was in bed with him, or if he had just misheard something. Maybe he was dreaming. His hand moved up and down along warm, muscled skin.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel wasn't sure when he'd made the transition from restlessly awake to asleep, but it had taken most of the night. So when he heard the voice, he didn't so much hear it as register the words. He gave a mumbled denial and buried his head even further into the pillow, but the hand along his ass was nice and he didn't have to be awake to enjoy that. So, still mostly asleep, he arched a little into the hand, encouraging more of the same.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack's fingers tightened, pulling against the way the body beneath it arched away. He groaned low, blindly seeking for the hollow of throat that lead to collarbones that lead to that sound of rousing and desire. His tongue moved along, mapping the route as he pulled with his hand and nudged ankles apart with his foot. It was a dance that he knew all the steps. It was the Waking Up Greg tango, and he was practiced enough that he didn't even have to really wake up.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto moaned low in his throat at the feel of tongue on skin, arching his head back and physically asking for more of the same. There was warmth and skin all around him, and he couldn't quite figure out how that worked, but his brain was far too tired to process anything other than 'more' and 'good'. "Mmm, Daniel," he breathed softly, hand settling firmly on the hip before him and pulling them together.

[theunascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel let out a low groan at the sound of his name and moved with the hand that was pulling him, curling his hand into the chest that he reached. He arched back into the hand again and made a soft, needy sound as his legs opened up. Slowly, his hand started moving on the chest. Up the stomach, up the chest, until his hand reached a nipple, and he paused, fingers working, paying it close attention.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He roused just a little, aware only that the steps of this morning dance had somehow changed. That the feeling of the erection behind cotton grinding agianst his own shouldn't come until after the kiss. That the fingers on his nipple never were so insistant.

Jack gasped and raised his head, seeking lips, seeking along a hard jaw that was...remarkably smooth, relatively...fingers digging into an ass that was strangely different in his palm. "Jesus, Greg, harder," he groaned, his hips rolling forward, teeth nipping at the lower lip he found by touch alone.