[for ianto and daniel] Wednesday Sept. 19

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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What he thought were Daniel's lips felt a little different, but still familiar, and Ianto refused to think about it with teeth biting into his lip. His hand snaked down between their bodies, wrapping around the erection to stroke slowly as he kissed back, tongue sliding into a warm mouth.

It wasn't until a few moments had passed that the words actually filtered into his brain and he opened his eyes. And then stilled completely in shock. "Oh shit," he breathed quietly.

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Again, Daniel had paid less attention to the words than their implied meaning and he pinched harder, moving his hips closer to the warmth he could feel next to him, trying to get some kind of friction. It wasn't until he heard Ianto's soft exclamation that he paid attention to anything except what they were doing. Even then, he just frowned softly, still not opening his eyes.

"What?" he asked, exhaustion clear in his voice.

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Jack's eyes opened enough to see Ianto and the look on his face. The grip and movement had stopped, even though he thrust his hips once more on reflex. He was going to pull away, apologize, say anything...but Daniel's fingers clamped tighter and all he could do then was crane his head back and moan desperate, low, and needy. Even if he hadn't been awake, that was when he would have realized that he wasn't in bed with Greg; Greg didn't hurt him.

Not...like this.

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Ianto couldn't respond. He was physically incapable of making any sound or movement at that moment. He was awake now, but not nearly enough to process everything properly. All he knew was Daniel was pressing up behind him and Jack was moaning in an intoxicating way in front of him, his cock in his hand.

He was stunned into silence and stillness, not sure of what to do. His brain refused to work beyond the purely sensory input it was receiving, and that was overwhelming.

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The groan had been more than satisfying, even if something was telling Daniel that it wasn't quite...right. He ignored that, though. He was far too tired to pay attention to the feeling, and if he hadn't had a willing partner, he'd be back snoring on the bed. He shifted his hips into the warmth again and raked his nails over the chest, moving to the other nipple.

"What is it?" he asked again, fingers hovering as a promise of what would come when he got an answer.

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More, more, God don't stop his mind screamed, but Daniel had let go and the dull throbbing that was left in the wake of the sharp pain was enough, barely, to get him to drop his head and look at Ianto.

So much could be said with just a glance and the look in the man's eyes was more than enough for Jack to understand. Regardless of how he felt at the moment, he loved Ianto and wasn't going to do anything to jeapordize anything for him. He didn't want to stop...not even a little. But what he wanted wasn't what mattered.

His hand came up and caught Daniel's wrist, stopping the nails, breaking the promise. "Stop," he said clearly, pulling his hips away, falling from Ianto's grip.

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Jesus.

Ianto pulled his hand back to himself, shutting his eyes and turning his head slightly into the pillow. After a moment, he reached back and rested his hand on Daniel's hip, holding him so he couldn't move, in case he somehow couldn't get the picture from Jack's voice.

The sooner this ended, the sooner the awkwardness would be over. Even though he was still surrounded by pure heat and would have wanted to continue, it was Daniel's reaction that he feared.

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The hand on his wrist was more than enough to get him to open his eyes and the voice made it that much faster. His eyes were wide and startled and he was confused and panicked. But what probably surprised him most was that he wasn't horrified. He wasn't angry when he should have been and he could feel the loss of it. The loss that said he'd finally gotten tired of being angry over something that couldn't change.

That didn't mean that he wanted this and he knew that Jack was with Greg, but...Daniel couldn't get that moan out of his head. The anger wasn't gone, but he desperately needed a way to get over it. And then there was the question of Ianto. Would it make him even more jealous? Would Ianto even want to continue? Clearly, he'd stopped, but Daniel wasn't sure why. He hadn't done anything until after Jack had stopped him.

Finally, he gave up questioning everything. Leaving his hand in Jack's grasp, he said, "I still don't know if I like you." The tone was a complex mix of confusion, desire, frustration, and an inherent question, all focused toward Ianto and, hopefully, mostly unreadable by Jack. What do you want? was the question, coupled with an I'm willing, I think.

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Jack let go slowly, sliding his hand away so he wouldn't have to break contact until the last possible second. "If I had a pound note for every time I'd heard that," he joked weakly, moving away from Ianto by a fraction. They were the ones who had insisted he not do anything he'd regret. Ianto and Daniel both.

And then there was the doubt creeping into his mind. Did he want this? Was he making this happen? Was it even real? Was there any way to tell?

He rolled away more, onto his back, and looked at a spherical lantern hanging from the ceiling. What if it was something one of them...no. They'd all been asleep. But what if...he was too bleary to contemplate all the options. And yet, he had to ask.

"Is this my fault, too?"

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If Ianto had been able to speak before, the tone in Daniel's comment would have made it impossible. As it was he simply blinked into the pillow, not moving his head for fear of giving something away until Jack had moved onto his back. Then he propped himself up on one elbow, twisting his body around so that he could look at Daniel but still be mostly on his side. Almost unconsciously, the hand on Daniel's hip slipped under Daniel's shirt, gently caressing the skin of his lower back.

If Daniel were trying to read something from Ianto's expression though, he would have been mostly unsuccessful, and not because Ianto was trying to hide anything. There were so many thoughts and emotions and sensations swimming around in his only mostly conscious brain that Ianto wasn't quite sure how he felt, but couldn't see anything terrible stopping them if Daniel wanted to.

It was one thing to shag anyone, but Ianto could keep a secret, and so could Daniel. If Jack was willing to keep another.

"I.. don't think so," Ianto responded carefully, his eyes still on Daniel, a mix of pure physical desire and confusion. No uncertainty, not from him. Ianto would do whatever Daniel and Jack wanted to do. He simply did not know for certain what that was.

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Daniel didn't have to read Ianto's expression. The fact that he hadn't gotten an outright denial was enough. He raised his hand to Ianto's face and nodded slightly. He trusted Ianto to stop this, to stop him, if Ianto didn't want this.

"I also don't know if I still dislike you," Daniel said firmly. He kept Ianto's gaze for a moment longer, leaning into the hand on his back. "And of course you didn't do this. None of us did this. It we had, none of us would have stopped, would we? But, then, someone clearly did and you made sure I stopped, even though you clearly wanted...something."

He took a deep breath. This was the part that had to come from him. He knew that. After a moment, he said, "The question is, do you still want it?"

He let go of Ianto's face and kept his toward Jack, revealing the fact that, for better or worse, he'd made his decision.

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Jack turned at looked at Daniel, then to Ianto. He started to speak, a soft creaking 'I...' coming from his throat before it was lost to complete confusion.

What the fuck had happened to him? He was in bed with two absolutely gorgeous men who were both willing to continue. And he...he...had been the one to say stop. He had never had a problem falling into bed and losing himself in the moment, enjoying people entirely. But now he'd agreed, which was tantamount to promising, Greg that he would be faithful to him. Greg. Who had gone to bed with Wilson. And that was his fault.

It was painfully apparent that Jack was lost. He had no direction, no idea what was right, whether he should do what he desperately wanted, or if he should leave. You run the second there's trouble. That's what you do, Jack. He didn't have any orders for this, and Daniel...this wasn't like Ace.

"Yeah," he replied hesitantly, not moving any closer. What he really wanted was more of exactly what had been happening, but he couldn't stop wondering if he'd regret it just as Ianto had said he would last night if he'd gone to find someone else. What he wanted, if he were honest, was just to have someone tell him what was right.

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That wasn't either of the reactions that Ianto had been expecting from Jack, but he could tell from the expression on Jack's face that there was something wrong. Jack was what this all hinged on now, and if Jack was hesitating... Ianto wasn't going to take advantage of Jack's primary nature just because it would feel good, because he wanted it badly just thinking about it.

The corner of Ianto's mouth quirked, not a smile and not a frown but a tight sign of thought. Leaning forward, he cradled the side of Jack's face gently and kissed him, soft and sweet and natural, undemanding. It was a kiss to show Jack that Ianto loved him, and that was all. For the moment. He pulled away slowly but stayed close, just far enough that he could look into Jack's eyes.

"This is about what you want," he said quietly. "If you want to go find House, I'll-- we'll still be here. For you. And if you want to keep this from House, I'll follow your lead." Here he glanced towards Daniel, tilting his head just slightly. He couldn't answer for Daniel on that point, but he really didn't think Daniel would hunt down some man he didn't know to reveal any secrets. Ianto refocused on Jack. "If you want to do this, we'll do this. But don't just do it because you don't know what else to do."

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It was sort of what Daniel expected, that reaction. The last few weeks had driven home to Daniel just how much of Jack's nature was that of a soldier and Daniel could almost see the 'What should I do now, sir' on the tip of Jack's tongue. It was one of the reasons why Daniel sometimes felt it hard to hate the man. Slowly, he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down next to Jack, but not touching him. Not yet.

"Jack. The way I see it, you have three options. We could go get Greg for you or you could go find him. The three of us could do nothing. The same options as last night." He took a breath. "And now there's the third option. But Ianto's right. We can't tell you what to do because you're the best judge of what's likely to happen. In the end, do the best thing you can do. The thing you want the most that will hurt the least."

Daniel didn't say hurt at all. At this point, he didn't think that was possible. For any of them. "But Ianto's right. I won't say a word if you don't want me to."

He hoped that his words would sooth the confused military man in Jack long enough to come to a coherent decision. Logic always seemed the best way to start, even when it ended up in the heart.