Authors/Note: I wasn't going to do this. I was going to leave it as it was but I got a request off .XXX and I just couldn't resist. So here's is Rhys's reaction. I hope you enjoy it and any spelling mistakes should be pointed out to me. I wrote this in about forty five minutes in the middle of the night so forgive me for grammatical errors. I wanted it to be simple and I hope that the people who wanted to see Rhys's reaction enjoy this. Warnings for: spanking, use of leather (chair and belt) and suggested swearing and swearing in Welsh! Please review, let me know what you think and if I should have done this or not?! All's left for me to say is enjoy! Oh and before I forget, I wrote this listening to Closer by Nine Inch Nails (on repeat), that song set the tone for this so go ahead and have a listen wherever you can find a copy of it! ;)

He dragged his breathe in, slow and steady. He could smell the sweat in the air and the tightly controlled restraint of those around him; he knew they wanted to join in because that's what he wanted to do as well. But he didn't. Oh he didn't dare.

So instead he watched. Rhys watched well after Gwen and Tosh had fallen asleep where they were sat and Owen had left to sleep off his growing hangover on the couch. He didn't know why but he just couldn't drag his eyes away from the two of them.

Those men.

He'd hated Jack. Absolutely hated Jack because he had Gwen so enamoured but seeing the end result of all those pheremones and charisma it all suddenly made sense. Ianto was the surprise though... the quiet mysterious handsome thing that seemed unthreatening. Biggest surprise of all!

Ianto was the domineering type, well according to Jack, he was when people watched... and they had people watching them a lot of the time.

"Do you like it?" he asked Jack who was kneeling on the soft leather computer chair, his hands braced on the headrest as Ianto penetrated him with his tongue. Rhys watched that head of light brown hair bobbing back and forth between those tanned cheeks

"Uh what? Like what?"

"You being the bitch. I mean... cach... you like Ianto taking control, right? And he only does that when people are watching" explained Rhys. Ianto got up pulling away from Jack sharply making the older man cry out at the loss of that talented mouth.

Ianto rose to his feet marching naked towards Rhys who looked suddenly startled and terrified of what the younger Welshman would do to him. He waited for Ianto to do something but when nothing happened he opened his eyes; never before had he been so frightened. Well it wasn't every day that you were charged by a naked welshman. A naked welshman who was packing!

"Who says I only take control when people are watching? It's amazing what people can get up to behind closed doors" he pointed out with a cool smirk "We're equals Rhys. I told the same thing to Owen because he didn't understand it. He didn't understand how we were, I'm only in control because Jack let's me. That's his thing, being dominated... mine is being watched... it's amazing how things work out. Now..." Ianto grabbed Rhys roughly by the arm and dragged him across the room pushing him to his knees near the desk before pulling Jack off the chair and bending him over the desk.

Rhys's face was so close to Jack's hip he could probably open his mouth, stick out his tongue and taste sweaty soaked skin "I want you to watch, Rhys, I want you to do what you came here to do. You can look but you can't touch, he's mine and mine alone to play with. I'm going to spank him, so give me your belt"

He swallowed hard as he unfastened his belt and pulled it free from the loops of his jeans and handed it to Ianto. Ianto smirked as he folded the belt over holding the end and the buckle in his hand and swung it out with that first lash. Jack couldn't help but cry out, he knew it was expected since Ianto had said he was going to be spanked but it still was such a surprise.

Rhys moved back a little so he'd avoid any slip of the belt and watched as Ianto spanked Jack with his belt. Red welts appeared on those smooth cheeks before giving way to straining dark grazes.

Jack was braced against the desk, fingers clawing desperately over the wood, he was stiff and aching in all those sweet places. Ianto sighed tossing the belt back to Rhys, left his lover whimpering urgently over the desk and padded barefoot to the pile of abandoned clothes.

The kneeling welshman quirked a brow in surprise as Ianto pulled on his jeans leaving them unfastened, his hard erection poking out of the fly, and came back to where Jack lay. Laying over Jack he rubbed the hard fabric over the welts on his lover's ass and legs

"Tell me what you want Jack"

"I want to come, Ianto, please. Make me come! I'm so hard" he nearly started sobbing as he begged, Ianto smirked at Rhys before he sat down in Jack's chair

"You've been so good. Come here" he patted his thigh. Jack slowly got up sparing a glance at Rhys who was now sitting on the floor with a slackened jaw; this had been somewhat of a culture shock to him.

Jack held himself still as Ianto aligned them before he sank down until he was sitting in his lover's lap, bare back to Ianto's hairy front. He couldn't help but feel sleepy and content as he sat there feeling full; he loved Ianto deeply.

Jack just couldn't help himself as he leaned back resting his head on a strong shoulder, lifting his hand so his fingers could twine in those soft brown locks

"Love me" he whispered quietly so only they could hear. Ianto nodded gently caressing his thigh urging him to make that first rocking rhythm. The older man moaned aloud, he loved being filled and never more so by Ianto's cock.

Since Rhys was sat on the floor he found himself on the same level as Jack and Ianto's erections, he could see the thick almost violently purple cock when Jack lifted up then it disappeared into Jack's body. He felt warmth tightening in his stomach with each thrust and he felt harder than he'd ever been in his life.

In, out. Up, down. In, out. Up, down.

Jack was taking it like a pro but suddenly everything changed. All dominance had been abandoned and now Rhys was watching two lovers in the throes of passion! Ianto nibbled his lover's mouth, nipping at his lips seeking entrance that was quickly granted

"Ianto" Jack bit out between kisses "Oh god Ianto I feel so full. I love it when you make me feel like this! I think I'm going to come"

"Then come for me baby, come for me and only me" Ianto whispered in his ear "Come for me with Rhys watching"

"Rhys... o'fu..." Jack's eyes flew open, he'd forgetten that they were being watched by Rhys. Their eyes locked for a moment before Jack tipped his head back, his eyes fluttering shut "Ianto..." he growled loudly as he came shooting up over his stomach. Ianto kept coaxing Jack up and down on his cock until, he too, came hard deep inside him.

It all made sense. He'd thought she was mad when she told him that she watched, that the others watched too, but it all made sense. It was a strange shock to the system and it would take a while for him to come to terms with something he knew could easily be an addiction. Rhys got up, ignoring the stickiness of his trousers and wandered out of the office.

"Alcohol" he told him as he glanced at his watch. It wasn't that far off last orders, he could have one more for the road. He looked back over his shoulder at the two lovers curling together on the chair and knew that he'd be back. He'd be back and he'd watch just like the others did.

Fin.