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Nineteen.

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Skinny dipping in the dark, Then had a ménage à trois

Katy perry.

Tosh was out of hospital. Tosh was out of hospital and so naturally the entire team was in the pub getting as drunk as possible. Unit were still helping out with any serious threats that appeared in Cardiff and so, for once, Jack felt that it was okay for them all to be inebriated at the same time. Owen had started the night telling Tosh off for drinking whilst on her pain meds but by now was so drunk he was struggling to string sentences together, babbling away to Ianto who was nodding knowledgably and occasionally throwing confused glances at Jack. Gwen was, at this point, falling asleep on the table, sometimes contributing to Jack's conversation with Tosh about the benefits of thirty first century healthcare versus twenty ninth century and Jack found that, whilst he loved his team, he was rather glad when Rhys arrived to take Gwen and Tosh home. "Are you guys going to be alright mate?" The man asked, laughing as Gwen flopped against his shoulder, struggling to stand.

"Yeah we'll be fine, Owen's is just around the corner." Jack said, having chosen the pub especially. "Thanks though." He added as Rhys left, half carrying Gwen as Tosh tottered after him, turning to wave at Jack before leaving.

"Can we get a kebab?" Owen asked suddenly, downing the rest of his drink.

"You are such a stereotypical drunk." Ianto muttered, earning himself a beer mat in the face.

Jack laughed, grabbing his jacket as he rose, "Come on then, kebab it is."

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Twenty minutes later they were sat on the sofa, Owen half lying on Ianto, his feet up on Jack's lap as he swigged tequila from a bottle that had emerged from god knows where, occasionally surrendering it to Jack or Ianto when they asked. Jack felt himself dozing off as the television began to play some ridiculous comedy about a group of teenage boys and he blinked several times, contemplating going to bed but deciding against it as Owen slouched further against Ianto. "You're so bony." Ianto grumbled.

Owen waggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning himself a jab in the shoulders, "You're such a bully." He retorted with a pout, looking up at Jack for support.

"Ianto…" Jack started and Owen grinned, "It's much more effective if you poke him in the stomach."

Ianto snorted and Owen pulled a face, "You both suck." He complained, drinking some more tequila from the bottle before putting it down on the floor. Ianto yawned loudly and at first Jack thought he was being sarcastic but then the man closed his eyes, resting his head back against the cushions, "And you're boring." Owen added quietly, grinning at Jack when he raised an eyebrow. "It's only one! Plenty of night left."

Jack groaned, shifting around on the sofa and ending up with Owen's socked feet in his crotch, "Too old to party past one." He said, stifling his own yawn.

"Boring." Owen repeated, digging his toes into Jack's thigh slightly and sending jolts through the man's body.

"Pain in the arse." Jack retorted, watching Ianto's breathing even out and pretending not to notice the fact that Owen was now using his foot to feel Jack up. After a few seconds of being ignored Owen got bored and flipped his feet so that they were off the sofa and he could sit up properly to kiss Jack, his hand moving to replace his foot in fondling Jack's crotch, grasping him through his trousers. Jack trailed his fingers along Owen's back, automatically thrusting up into the man's touch as Owen unbuttoned his trousers and slid his hand down into Jack's underwear. "Fuck Owen." Jack muttered, his fingers tightening their grip on his lover's shirt.

"That was the general idea." Owen grinned, shoving Jack's pants down as best he could and grasping his dick tightly, diving in for another kiss. Owen continued to stroke Jack as they kissed until finally Jack broke away, panting heavily. Owen smirked, almost to himself, before sliding off the sofa and onto the floor nudging Jack's legs apart and positioning himself between them, "We should really go to your room..." Jack breathed, his eyes flickering to Ianto beside him who continued to sleep.

"Hmm." Owen agreed and then his mouth was engulfing Jack, sliding right down to his base and Owen made that, delicious, almost choking noise before pulling off a little, his eyes slightly watery as he looked at Jack.

"You are so fucking good at that." Jack murmured, stroking his hand over Owen's hair before tightening his grip in it, giving himself control. Owen hummed his approval of that and moved with Jack's hand, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked away, small slurping noises emerging as he pulled off and licked all around the tip of Jack's dick and then right along the underside before moving back to take it in his mouth again and Jack groaned. The angle was awkward and Owen was struggling to keep Jack's underwear out of the way but they were both too drunk, and too horny, to care by that point and so Jack continued to thrust upwards regardless of the fact that his zip was scraping at Owen's chin. God he was close already, it would have been embarrassing if not for the way Owen was desperately fisting at his own cock whilst he sucked away greedily on Jack's. Jack's fingers twisted further in Owen's hair and he opened his mouth to warn the man of how close he was but was stopped by a small moan from beside him; his head turned at the sound and he saw Ianto sat there, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he watched them, one hand resting against his crotch. Jack swallowed, his arousal spiking even further when Ianto's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes now meeting Jack's and Jack couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips.

"So close." Jack whispered, his eyes still on Ianto as Owen hummed an agreement, making Jack's whole dick vibrate with the sound. Jack watched as Ianto visibly swallowed, his hands fumbling with his buttons before reaching into his pants to pull himself out, pumping his dick slowly as he watched Owen slide right down to Jack's base, holding himself there even as he gagged slightly, before finally pulling back and off for a moment, swallowing, before suckling on the head. Owen was practically rutting against Jack's leg now and Jack's breaths were coming out in small pants, his eyes never leaving Ianto who appeared to have shed any doubt at the situation and was now stroking himself faster and faster. Owen pulled off, his hand leaving his own dick and coming up to stroke Jack's as he opened his mouth wide, making it clear what he wanted when he stuck his tongue out. Jack's eyes finally left Ianto's, focusing solely on Owen now; and then he was coming on Owen's tongue and across his cheek as he lost his ability to aim properly. "Fuck." Ianto murmured and Owen turned towards him, getting Jack's last shot across his hair and ear; not that the man noticed as he grinned, licking his lips and swallowing Jack's cum before raising an eyebrow at Ianto. "Want the same?" He offered cheekily and Ianto's head nodded jerkily.

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When Jack woke the next morning Ianto was curled up beside him, his head resting against Jack's shoulder, and Jack smiled to himself, looking over to the other side of the bed where Owen was sprawled out with the duvet pooled up by Jack's side where Owen had shoved it in the night when he became too warm, his bare buttocks now on display to the world. The night before they had moved into the bedroom, kissing and sucking and just touching until finally they succumbed to a drunken, sated, sleep. Jack could feel the moment that Ianto woke, his body stretching for a second before instantly tensing as he felt Jack beside him and saw Owen. "Morning." Jack murmured, stroking his hand up Ianto's arm, hoping it would help calm the man.

"Morning." Ianto whispered, his voice catching and his body remaining tense. Owen's eyes flickered open at the noise, his face smiling slightly as he took in the sight before him. Jack could see the flush creeping up Ianto's neck, and the way he moved his head, looking away from Owen. The other man evidently noticed too and he closed his eyes again for a moment before reopening them, giving an over exaggerated shiver before pulling the duvet back over him, covering his arse. Ianto swallowed audibly, his hands twitching slightly in that panicked way that they did. "Okay?" Jack asked quietly, sliding his arm fully around the man in an attempt to reassure him but then regretting it moments later when he realised it could be seen as him forcing Ianto to stay where he was. Ianto swallowed again, nodding slowly bit his facial expression told them differently. Jack felt a twist in his stomach, maybe this hadn't been the brilliant ides it had seemed in his head last night.

"It wasn't a mistake for us Ianto." Owen said suddenly, his voice hard against the silence in the room.

Jack sighed slightly as Ianto remained tense, "I love you. We love you." He said quietly, wanting and needing the man to know, his arm remained around Ianto and he took it as a good sign when the man didn't pull away, "And if you accept that as your friends or… Or as your lovers then that is okay with us." He paused, pressing a kiss to Ianto's shoulder, "I know I've hurt you in the past… And I know you've been really hurt with your last relationship but I promise you we will only ever treat you right."

"I know you would." Ianto said quietly, his fingers curling around Jack's. From the way Owen's eyebrows were frowning and waggling about Jack could tell that the two men were having some sort of personal conversation and so he leant back against the pillows and left them to it. "We've become good friends and… I don't want to wreck that." Ianto mumbled after a moment.

"You won't." Owen said quickly.

Jack nodded his agreement to that, "You mean too much to us."

Ianto gave a little shrug, his eyes not leaving Owen's "You didn't even like Jack talking to me at one point." He said quietly, his fingers loosening around Jack's now, Jack squeezed them gently, waiting for Owens response.

"That was different." The Englishman said, "I… I thought he was going to drop me for you. But now I now he cares about me…" His eyes flickered over to Jack, unconsciously looking for a confirmation and Jack smiled at him, nodding his head slightly. "Jack cares about us both Ianto… And I care about you too. But this is all your choice entirely. Just don't go all weird and refuse to be friends with us okay?" Owen half joked but Jack knew he was concerned.

"I wouldn't." Ianto said quietly looking down and playing with the duvet cover, his fingers slipping from Jack's. "I just… What's wrong with being friends?"

"Nothing." Jack said gently, taking Ianto's hand again and wishing the man would look at him, "We're just offering you a little more that's all… Last night was good right?" He prompted.

Ianto's cheeks flushed, "Yes but… Wanting the both of you, isn't that a bit whoreish?" He mumbled, sounding genuinely concerned and Jack swallowed, once again regretting not having hurt Scott.

"He called you that?" He asked quietly, taking Ianto's silence as a confirmation, "After calling you a prude for refusing to sleep with his friends?" Jack added, trying to get Ianto to see how ridiculous that was.

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't." Owen muttered bitterly, his hand moving to squeeze Ianto's knee. "They're just words Ianto, stupid labels people stick on each other to make them behave in a certain way."

"You know, when I was born there were three way relationships, four way relationships, any way you wanted them relationships really." Jack said, "As long as people were happy and consenting no one cared. Humans finally stopped being stuck up and realised that love and happiness were the most important things." He added with a smile and Ianto looked up at him for a moment before turning away again, his face contemplative underneath its despair. There was a moments silence as the men all took in Jack's words; then Ianto fidgeted for a moment and let out a sigh before leaning out of the bed and grabbing a pair of pants, Jack's, off the floor, sneaking them on under the duvet before sliding out of the bed. "I'll be back in a minute." He said quietly, aware that the other two were watching him. Jack raised an eyebrow in confusion but nodded, watching as Ianto left the room.

"Think he's scarpered?" Owen asked quietly.

"Would probably have put more clothes on."

"Could have gone to his room to get them." Owen pointed out and Jack's stomach did a little flip at the thought. Then he heard the bathroom door open followed by the unmistakable sound of piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl; Owen snorted, rolling over to look at Jack and raising an eyebrow before flopping back down against his pillows, "I'm too hungover for this." He mumbled after a moment and Jack turned towards him, noticing for the first time how pale the man was.

"Should have thought about that before insisting on starting something on the sofa last night." He teased, stroking his hand over Owen's for a moment and listening out for Ianto returning.

Owen shrugged, swigging from the glass of water that had been on the bedside table for god knows how long, "Worked out di'n it?" He muttered, "Ugh this is gross."

"It's at least a few days old." Jack pointed out and Owen pulled a face before swigging some more, gagging slightly before putting the glass down and curling up under the cover, pouting up at Jack,

"I'm dying."

"You'll be okay." Jack murmured and Owen groaned in response, moving to press his back to Jack so that the man could wrap an arm around him.

Ianto walked back in then, moving up to stand beside Jack's side of the bed and watching him for a moment, "Can we go back to sleep for a bit?" He asked quietly, he looked pale and sweaty too and smelt slightly of toothpaste; Jack wondered if the man's hangover had fully kicked in when he had been in the bathroom.

"Sure." He said gently, holding the covers open and Ianto blinked as he was suddenly faced with Jack's nakedness. Jack winced, having not really considered that but then Ianto swallowed, his cheeks flushing slightly even as he climbed under the cover, keeping his own bottoms on.

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Jack slept on and off for the next few hours, being disturbed every so often by either Ianto or Owen leaving the bed to go and vomit. Eventually he fell into a deeper sleep and when he woke again at half past two he was alone in the bed. Jack took a moment to rub at his face, clearing the sleep from his eyes before stretching his body up and finally standing, pulling on his jogging bottoms and a tee-shirt and padding through to the bathroom so that he could brush away the fuzzy feeling in his mouth. The flat was silent and when Jack went through into the living room he found Ianto curled up on the sofa, wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and watching some cookery programme. "Hey." Jack smiled from the doorway and Ianto looked up, giving a small smile of his own.

"Owen's gone to get food." The man murmured, shifting his feet so that Jack could sit down, "We didn't have anything in… Well nothing either of us thought we could stomach." He added and Jack chuckled, sitting down beside him and stealing the mug of coffee from Ianto's hand. Usually Ianto would complain or pout, telling Jack to get his own, but today he simply looked at the man for a moment before turning back to the television. "It's not that I don't… love you both." Ianto said quietly, "It's just that I'm…" He paused for a moment, his eyes trained on the weather man, "Scared."

"Me too." Jack admitted and Ianto looked up at him in surprise. "Mind, you've got more reason to be."

"I know neither of you would ever hurt me! And I trust you both but…Oh I don't know, I just worry." Ianto sighed, smiling ruefully. "I worry about what might happen if it goes wrong and I worry what people think and -" He was cut off as Jack leant up and kissed him. "Jack!" Ianto laughed as he pulled back, looking more relaxed now.

"Every day you lot risk your lives to make sure that the people in this city, the people on this planet, are safe. What they think of you, that doesn't matter." Jack murmured, sliding his fingers in between Ianto's.

"I know." Ianto said quietly, moving to kiss Jack again before drawing back shyly.

"And nothing's going to go wrong." Jack continued, not entirely sure he believed that himself, "But even if it did it would be okay, we love you, you love us… Why not make the most of that whilst we can." He smiled gently, glad when Ianto responded with his own, "Plus the fooling around was fun right?"

Ianto laughed, "It was alright." He shrugged cheekily and Jack laughed, glad the man was making jokes now. Jack moved, leaning against Ianto and smiling to himself when the man snaked an arm around his back.

"Where is Owen with this food?" Jack asked as his stomach grumbled loudly.

"I uh… I think he was going to call his dad…" Ianto mumbled, turning to look at Jack who blinked.

"Oh." He said, "That's… Good, right?"

Ianto nodded, turning back to the television, "Yeah, I think so." He said as the front door opened and then Owen stumbled in, dumping several shopping bags on the floor.

"Oh good!" The man grinned when he saw their position on the sofa, "Does this mean we can have sex now?"

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"So is it like a sexy threesome thing?"

"Tosh!"

"What? I'm not asking for all the details… Just the dirty ones!" The woman chuckled down the phone and Jack laughed, he didn't have a clue how Tosh had cottoned on so quickly to their relationship, especially since she had only called to check on their hangovers and Jack had barely given her any information. Although according to her it had been obvious in the pub how their night was going to end, "Either in tears or in bed and I was seriously hoping for the latter." She had told him when he finally admitted that, yes, the three of them were sharing a bed right now. "Fine, I'll just get them from Ianto next time I get him drunk…" Tosh pouted when it became clear that Jack wasn't surrendering any more details and Jack laughed, knowing that she almost definitely would do that. "How is he anyway? Is he okay with all this because I know he can be a bit… Funny about… Well… Being close to people." Tosh asked, trying to be tactful.

"He did have a bit of a moment but we dealt with it. Convinced him that being happy was more important than what people think."

"Good. Well I should let you get back to bed!" Tosh said, laughing at herself, "Bye Jack."

"Bye darling, speak to you soon." Jack murmured, ending the call and smiling to himself for a moment before moving back into the bedroom. "Tosh says hi." He told the two, rolling his eyes when they ignored him and continued kissing.

"Hmm?" Ianto mumbled after a moment, drawing back from Owen and looking up at Jack who sighed dramatically.

"Toshiko says hello." Jack repeated, sitting down on the bed.

Ianto smiled happily, his hand moving to stroke up Jack's arm, "She okay?"

"Hmm yeah… Bit hungover."

"Welcome to the club." Owen grumbled.

Jack chuckled, pulling his feet up and sliding under the cover, reaching over Ianto to touch Owen's shoulder. "How was your phone call?" He asked quietly and the man tensed instantly.

"Fine." Owen said shortly and Jack and Ianto exchanged a look, the man sighed then, "It was awkward and uncomfortable and weird but… We're going to call again next week, and maybe the week after. Just see how it goes." He said finally.

Ianto smiled, "That's good." He whispered, pulling Owen into another kiss, his hand slipping down to squeeze the man's arse, sliding over Jack's crotch as he did so, Jack groaned at the feeling, rutting against Ianto's hand and Owen's arse as the two continued to kiss. Ianto pulled away from Owen then, turning awkwardly to kiss Jack and Jack smiled into the kiss. He could honestly live like this forever, he thought to himself as Owen's hands found him, joining Ianto's in stroking up his body, before leaning right over to grab some more condoms off the bedside table.

"Perfect." Jack whispered to himself as Owen and Ianto kissed above him.

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The End.