[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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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.

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What he wanted most...that would hurt the least. Wasn't that how he'd lived his whole life before he'd met the Doctor? Jack looked from one to the other again, weighing options, forming a strategy. Too many options. Whenever the island's effects wore off, he might lose Greg anyhow.

He closed his eyes and reached for Daniel's hand, laying it on his chest again. Swallowing hard, his skin prickling with anticipation, he nodded. What he wanted, what he really wanted, was Daniel to keep doing what he had been. He didn't want to be the one who hurt the least.

"I want," he replied. It was a complete thought, open ended. He wanted, wanted so much that he didn't even think to narrow the idea to any specific thing.

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That response was much better than the previous one and Ianto didn't hesitate now. He looked up and away from Jack, finding Daniel and his hand. Ianto slid his own hand up and down the length of Daniel's arm, coaxing him closer as he leaned in to kiss Jack again. Their lips met only briefly though, and Ianto pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, stretching out alongside Jack and following the line of his jaw and down his neck with lips and teeth.

Glancing sideways at Daniel as Ianto's teeth latched onto Jack's earlobe, Ianto found the collar of Daniel's shirt with his hand and started to tug it off of him.

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Daniel hesitated only long enough to try to decipher what had been going through Jack's head. He had a burning need to know, to understand. Maybe if he did, it would all make sense. At least until Ianto distracted him by tugging at his shirt and all thoughts of understanding or deciphering were lost as he took in the sight of Ianto and Jack.

There wasn't jealousy. Not yet and maybe not at all. But there was desire, and Daniel quickly shrugged out of his shirt.

Smiling down at Jack, he repeated the motion that Jack had stopped, scratching his nails along Jack's chest and hovering his hand over Jack's nipple. Except this time, he pinched it, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't be stopped this time.

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"Oh, fuck," he moaned, arching up off the mattress. Only his ass and shoulders were on the bed as his arm encircled Daniel's waist, pulling him closer. His skin was so warm, Ianto was so warm, and anything he'd been thinking about rushed from his head. Something about the sharp bite into his chest, the sensation of Ianto's teeth...the fist to his jaw hadn't stopped him from being numb last night, but this was a new day and something far better than getting punched.

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Ianto pulled away from Jack's neck with a sharp nip, shifting to help bring Daniel closer. He had heard Jack's moan earlier, seen his reaction, knew it was because of what Daniel had done and wanted to see it again. It didn't have to be Daniel doing it, he figured, but he also figured it would be better that way.

Directing Daniel so that he was on top of Jack, Ianto shifted his attention to Daniel, lips and teeth and tongue trailing over his familiar skin. He grazed his teeth along Daniel's neck, hand sliding down his back, lower and lower, to slip under the waistband of Daniel's boxers, squeezing his ass.

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Daniel moaned at the feel of Ianto and squirmed, inhaling sharply when he remembered he had a very warm body beneath him. He looked down at Jack, momentarily considering his own options. He'd seen how Jack had reacted, too, and a part of him - the part of him that still was upset at Jack - had been very pleased by the reaction.

Giving Jack a very feral grin, he leaned down to Jack's neck, not so coincidentally moving his ass in closer to Ianto's hand, and pressed his lips against Jack's skin.

"Like that, Jack?" he asked, moments later, biting Jack's neck sharply.

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He bit his lip and craned his head to the side, barking a sharp cry as Daniel's teeth sank in. He still had his arm around Daniel's waist and he tightened his hold, feeling Ianto's hand brush his. He was grasping, fingers curling and releasing, resolute that he wouldn't plead for more.

Yet.

He squirmed a little, working his other arm beneath Ianto to hold him as well. He was clinging to both of them, every inch of skin and muscle straining for just a little more--more contact, more pain, more anything--craving everything they'd give.

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Daniel's boxers had to be done away with; that was Ianto's first order of business. Ianto caught Jack's hand, pulling his arm away from Ianto's body for only a moment, and brought it up to his mouth. Teeth grazing over the sensative skin of Jack's inner wrist, Ianto kissed his palm and then wrapped his lips around Jack's finger, sucking briefly before letting go.

He took both hands to Daniel's boxers, pulling them down his legs and discarding them off to the side. His own boxers followed soon afterwards and Ianto worked his way up Daniel's back, tongue following the line of Daniel's spine. His hands found Jack's body again, caressing as often as his nails pulled over warm skin.

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Daniel let out a pleased noise when he felt Jack's grip tighten and then gave a breathy moan when he felt Ianto's tongue on his back, easily following wherever Ianto wanted him to go. He began licking at the mark on Jack's neck, feeling the individual teethmarks on his tongue. He let out a satisfied sound after a minute and worked his way across Jack's neck, up his jaw, finally hesitating over Jack's mouth.

Finally, he decided to hell with it and kissed Jack hard, moving both against Jack and as an invitation for Ianto to keep doing what he had been doing.