Title: Adult Games
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Jack could totally take Wonder Woman, 2) Growing up is hard to do, 3) The trouble with teenagers
Summary: Owen and Ianto mentally regressed into children in Jack could totally take Wonder Woman and Growing up is hard to do They got to teenagers in The trouble with teenagers when hormones come into play. Now it looks like they’ve got back to normal but they might just be back to being old enough to be very good a lying about that. Beer and teenagers has never been a good idea, especially horny ones with a big flat full of porn.

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“I can’t believe they fell for it,” Owen crowed as they let themselves into his flat hands full of bags of alcohol.

“I thought you were going to give the game away,” Ianto said dropping bags onto the table and looking around curiously. “Your place is huge,” he said.

“It’s alright,” Owen said dismissively.

They’d finally managed to convince Jack and the others that they were back to normal and could go home. In reality they both still felt like teenagers and like all teenagers everywhere wanted to get away from adults bent on spoiling their fun. Especially teenagers like Owen and Ianto turned out to be.

Ianto was far more adventurous and rebellious and Owen was far less angry. They were still coming to terms with all their adult memories, especially the ones involving kissing and other stuff.

Ianto had decided he liked Owen’s body, what he’d seen of it anyway. His brain was at the age where it was easy to get aroused by pretty much everything. He knew that he’d only gone out with girls before Jack but he also knew that he could fancy guys if he let himself. Owen had always annoyed him but the last few days Owen had been the only one to understand him. Owen was smaller than him, making him feel powerful and protective.

Owen had always known he fancied girls and guys. Girls were to be wined and dined, made to feel special and beautiful (he cringed when he remembered what he’d done with the pheromone spray, it wasn’t like him at all, he couldn’t understand why he’d acted that way), and guys were for scratching an itch, a bit of rough and tumble. He quite liked the idea of doing the dirty with Ianto, it would certainly make a change from their normal interaction and maybe they could be friends properly.

Owen cracked open two beers and handed one to Ianto. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Okay,” Ianto said, his eyes lit up when he saw the big screen TV Owen had.

They finished a six pack between them watching an action flick both jumping around and getting into the action. Neither was very coordinated by the third beer but they didn’t care. Owen had his feet propped up on the coffee table and Ianto had finally followed suit. They slumped against each other as the credits rolled.

“What do you want to do now?” Owen said turning to look at Ianto.

Ianto turned and they were almost nose to nose and he blinked. Ianto swallowed nervously but didn’t pull back when Owen’s lips pressed against his.

“You wanna watch porn?” Owen said, suddenly shy about kissing Ianto.

“Sure,” Ianto said. He was trying to figure out if he’d liked Owen’s kiss and was happy to be distracted.

Watching porn with Ianto wasn’t his best idea Owen decided halfway into the movie he’d picked. He’d been kind of aroused before but now he was trying not to squirm in his seat and was terrified Ianto would notice.

Ianto’s brain was in overload. The images on the screen overlaid with the memories he had of him and Jack together. When they had insisted they were returned to normal he had been convinced he was fine but his still adolescent mind was struggling with the demands from his body. Instead he stopped thinking and kissed Owen again.

Owen was definitely not expecting Ianto to kiss him again and there may have been an unmanly squeak when Ianto’s hand touched his thigh, but Owen was soon lost in the sensations. Despite his confidence a part of Owen’s mind was still new to the feelings kissing Ianto was giving him. His body knew exactly what to do however and soon he was straddling Ianto’s lap and their tongues were duelling in a much more pleasant way.

When Owen straddled his hips Ianto decided that kissing Owen was the best idea he’d ever had. Owen was shifting around and Ianto realised that he was hard. Ianto had been ignoring his own erection and was amazed that he could get Owen excited in the same way. He really liked the idea of having that sort of power over Owen. Of course it was a two way street and Owen’s movements were doing all sorts of things to him as well.

Ianto’s hands cupped Owen’s face while Owen’s hands moved down to Ianto’s waist and slipped under his shirt. Ianto froze at the touch and Owen’s fingers stopped. Ianto took a breath and relaxed, he really wanted to continue, his body was really keen on the idea and his mind was adding memories of what he’d done with Jack.

Owen buried his face in Ianto’s shoulder nuzzling at the point where shoulder met neck, sucking on the skin there until he left a mark. Ianto hissed but pushed against Owen’s lips his own hands drifting down to wrap around Owen’s waist to slip curious fingers under Owen’s shirt as well. Owen pushed up into his touch rubbing their cocks together. Ianto’s hands tightened around Owen’s waist at the sensations, encouraging Owen to move more.

Denim and underwear increased the friction and they both moaned with pleasure. Owen dove for Ianto’s lips again, crashing their teeth together and splitting his own lip. Neither of them cared as the sensations built and their still young bodies tumbled over into unanticipated orgasm.

“Shit,” Owen said against Ianto’s lips and they quivered as Ianto resisted laughing.

Owen pulled back and looked at Ianto with annoyance and hot shame. Ianto smiled wryly at him. They were both flushed with desire and embarrassment at the sticky mess between them.

“Have you got a washing machine?” Ianto asked and Owen’s lips twitched.

“No idea,” Owen said, “not in the apartment but I think there might be one in the basement. I’ve never used it.”

“We can’t go down like this,” Ianto said.

“Dare you,” Owen said.

“What?”

“Dare you to go down and take your jeans off and wash them,” Owen said.

“Only if you do,” Ianto said.

“Come on then,” Owen said. He stood up and looked at Ianto challengingly.

“Alright,” Ianto said getting to his feet.

Bolstered by the alcohol still running through their system they raced each other to the basement where they did indeed find a washing machine and, conveniently, some forgotten washing powder. Two challenging glances later they were standing around in their boxer shorts trying to figure out how the machine worked.

“Well the powder goes in here,” Owen said triumphantly.

“Two pairs of jeans would be a small wash,” Ianto said, “and we don’t want them to shrink so cold water only.” He pushed some buttons and they grinned as water started to pour into the machine. “What do we do now?” Ianto said.

“Wait for the wash to go through so we can use the dryer,” Owen said.

Ianto looked around the dingy room but he wasn’t game enough to suggest bolting through the building again. He frowned when another thought crossed his mind. “Why didn’t we just put on some of your other clothes?” He demanded.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Owen said with a blush, “I forgot it was my flat. It still doesn’t feel real you know. It feels like I should be at medical school only I’m not, I’m qualified and I was going to be a surgeon and then I wasn’t and the memories keep getting stuck and I hate it.”

Ianto stared in shock. It was more than Owen had ever said to him ever, about anything. It was exactly the way he was feeling and it had never dawned on him that Owen would feel the same. “I can think of something we can do to pass the time,” he said reaching out for Owen.

“That’s the reason we’re down here in the first place,” Owen said, but he moved into Ianto’s embrace willingly.

Ianto decided he quite liked kissing Owen. It was different to his memories of kissing Jack. Owen was smaller than him for a start and it was quite nice to feel bigger and stronger again. Not that there was any way of mistaking Owen for a girl, not with the respectable erection pressing into his side.

“Doctor Harper?”

The shocked exclamation had them leaping apart guiltily.

“Mandy,” Owen said his blush returning. He remembered flirting with the woman when he’d first moved into the building, using his doctor credentials to score a one night stand in her apartment when his electricity hadn’t been switched on in time. She hadn’t seemed to mind terribly when he made it clear it had been a one time thing but he was pretty sure she hadn’t expected to see him snogging another man in his underwear.

“I’ll come back later,” she said shock and amusement on her face as she dropped a basket of washing onto the floor and quickly exited.

“God it’s going to be all over the building in an hour,” Owen said letting his head drop onto Ianto’s chest, which he noticed was shaking. He lifted his eyes to see Ianto laughing. “Laugh all you want, we have to get past Mrs Matthews’ apartment door and she’s the first one Mandy will call.”

“Who’s Mrs Matthews?” Ianto said.

“Crazy lady in 7B,” Owen said, “She bakes really bad scones and knows everyone’s business. She’ll keep us standing in the hall for hours so that the other residents can all get an eyeful, she’s evil I tell you.” He shuddered dramatically.

“Then we really need to stay down here until it’s safe,” Ianto suggested.

“Are you kidding?” Owen said. “Our only chance is to leg it now and run the gauntlet.”

“You’re not this fun normally,” Ianto said and blushed at his words.

“Yeah I am,” Owen protested, “I’m just normally too annoyed or something at work. We joked around though, didn’t we?”

“Yeah we did,” Ianto said. He grinned suddenly. “Race you back.” He took off without waiting and laughed at Owen’s indignant “Oi” that followed him.

Owen chased after Ianto and they reached his apartment with only two brief encounters with other residents and the sound of Mrs Matthews’ door opening behind them.

They collapsed onto the sofa in Owen’s apartment panting and laughing.

“You can go back and fetch our jeans later,” Ianto said, “since you lost.”

“I did not,” Owen said, “it was a tie, we came inside at the same time.”

“But I touched the door first,” Ianto said.

Owen huffed and then turned serious. “We’re going to really be back to normal in the morning,” he said and Ianto nodded, “do you think will still be friends?”

“Do you want to be?” Ianto said.

“Yeah,” Owen said, “if you want to be.”

“Okay,” Ianto said, “let’s still be friends then.”

“Cool,” Owen said. He yawned as the day finally started to catch up with him and Ianto yawned in sympathy. “I’ll get the jeans in the morning,” he added, “we should go to bed now.”

“They’ll be still wet,” Ianto said.

“You are such a girl,” Owen replied.

“You’re the girl,” Ianto said.

And they pushed and shoved their way into bed, woke up horny and hung over. Got embarrassed and got over it and continued to be friends, and refused to tell Jack what they’d gotten up to which drove the Captain crazy with curiosity and amused them more than it should.

END

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