Title: Cold
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Shared body heat
Warnings: Contains spoilers for DW Last of the Time Lords and references to the Himalayan trek.
Summary: The nights are cold in the Himalayas during the year that never was.

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Owen complained the entire trip to India and continued to complain all through Tibet until everyone was ready to punch him, including Tosh. It wasn’t until the third day climbing that Ianto realised the complaining had stopped. At first he was just grateful for the peace. It was looking more and more likely that they were on a wild goose chase, but nobody wanted to admit it.

Owen was buried under so many layers of clothing it was impossible to see anything except his eyes when they weren’t covered by sunglasses. They shared a tent but Owen never bothered to remove much in the way of clothing, choosing to crawl into his sleeping bag after kicking off his boots, throwing out his jacket when he was fully covered. Ianto did much the same so didn’t think much of it until the silence.

Owen was always useless at setting up camp but on the third night he just stood there, Ianto wasn’t even sure if he was watching or asleep on his feet. When he crawled into the tent he could see Owen’s head give a shake and then the doctor followed him.

“Owen?” Ianto tried to get his attention but Owen simply crawled towards the sleeping bags.

Ianto stripped off his gloves and grabbed Owen’s arm. The puffer jacket was clammy to the touch and Owen didn’t even resist when Ianto shoved it up to touch skin.

“You’re freezing,” Ianto said accusingly.

“We’re in the mountains,” Owen replied. His voice had none of his usual sarcasm or bite.

“You shouldn’t be this cold; you’re a doctor why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’m fine, I’ll warm up in bed,” Owen replied.

“How long have you been cold?” Ianto demanded.

“How long have we been in the mountains?” Owen said.

Ianto snorted and set about stripping Owen of his clothes. Every layer was wet and cold but Owen wasn’t shivering. Ianto knew enough about exposure to know that was a bad sign, beyond the fact that Owen wasn’t protesting about being stripped naked.

“Don’t you have any dry clothes?” Ianto scolded when Owen was down to grey cotton boxer shorts.

“Hurt to unbutton things,” Owen said. His fingers were white with cold.

“That’s a frostbite warning Owen, you should know better.” Ianto was really worried. Owen always knew better when it came to his own health.

Ianto quickly zipped the sleeping bags together and stripped down. He pushed Owen inside and climbed in after. Owen was cold all over and Ianto instantly felt his own body heat being sucked away. He wrapped himself around Owen who didn’t object and didn’t even make a stupid comment about compromising positions.

Little by little it began to warm up. Owen started to shiver and moved closer to Ianto. The movements reminded parts of Ianto of how long it had been since he’d had sex and he could only hope Owen was too far gone to notice his reaction. He probably would have been okay if Owen hadn’t kept trying to burrow into him.

“Are you getting hard?” Owen said, his teeth chattering.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Ianto replied, “it’s purely an automatic response.”

“Give it up Jones, you’ve always fancied me,” Owen said with a short laugh.

“Yes and I engineered your stupidity on this mountain to get you naked,” Ianto replied.

“If I could feel my groin I’d probably be hard myself,” Owen said.

“You’re worse than I thought,” Ianto said in mock concern, “Owen Harper turned on by the Tea Boy?”

“Hardy har,” Owen said. He wriggled around until he was facing Ianto. “We could very well die out here and nobody would ever find our bodies.”

“Are you suggesting one last shag before we die?” Ianto raised an eyebrow.

“Haven’t you ever wondered, or was it all about Jack?” Owen’s breath was warm against his throat and Ianto could tell the other man was warm enough to be aroused at least.

“Now I’m certain you’re delirious,” Ianto said. He slipped his hands down to Owen’s arms, intent on pushing him away.

Owen leaned in and kissed him before he could. “I’ve wondered,” Owen said when he pulled back.

“This really isn’t a good idea,” Ianto said, but he couldn’t pull himself away.

“Nothing we do is a good idea,” Owen said, licking his way down Ianto’s throat. “This one can at least be chalked up to sharing body heat.”

Ianto choked back a laugh and wrapped his arms around Owen’s waist, pulling their groins together.

“Fuck,” Ianto swore and Owen growled.

They could barely move in the sleeping bags and pretty soon it was like a furnace inside. Neither really cared. They kissed and suckled any skin they could reach. Owen’s fingers bit into Ianto’s buttocks and his hipbone very nearly punctured Ianto’s cock. Ianto’s lips tasted of sunscreen and Owen’s tasted of salt but soon all they could taste was each other.

It was messy and needy and Ianto made the decision that sacrificing a pair of shorts was better than the sleeping bags. There was no way they were agreeing to, or even discussing, who topped, but there was also no way they were stopping.

Owen was swearing into Ianto’s throat, his thrusts stuttering against Ianto and taking them both over the edge.

Owen didn’t move from his place tucked under Ianto’s chin and Ianto realised that he had fallen asleep. The morning was going to be awkward but that was hours away and Ianto couldn’t be bothered moving. It was the first time he’d been warm since they’d climbed the damned mountain and he was going to enjoy it.

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