Title: Don’t want to be alone tonight
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes just not being alone is enough.

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In the past showering at the Hub had been a mad affair. Normally they’d all be covered in mud or alien gunk and Jack would be making all sorts of suggestions, blatantly checking him and Ianto out. The girls had their own space so Owen had tolerated it and ignored the occasional touch.

Not that he didn’t swing that way, hell he swung anyway that got him off. But it was Jack. In the early days he hadn’t been able to look at Jack without seeing Katie on that operating table, or feeling Jack’s face under his fist knowing that Jack understood his pain and hating the Captain a little bit more. Later he’d found women easier to deal with and easier was better with the things he saw every day.

Now when they dragged themselves down there, it was just him and Ianto and neither wanted to stay any longer than they had to. Ianto’s gaze would skitter past the bullet scar on Owen’s shoulder and Owen’s gaze would simply skitter past Ianto’s nakedness. But the anger between them had faded to camaraderie under fire. They had each other’s back in fights and patched each other up afterwards.

It was hard being a man down when that man was Jack so the injuries happened more often now. They did talk as they cleaned up now. Firstly as an impromptu debrief, especially when they had to get their stories straight for Gwen. She had taken over leadership of the Hub while Owen took over leadership of the missions and sometimes there was conflict when she wanted them to be more careful than the circumstances warranted.

“Sometimes,” Owen said, dropping his head so the hot water could cascade down his back, “sometimes I really just want to quit you know? Take the bloody Retcon and forget I ever wanted to save the world.”

“Is that why you joined,” Ianto said, scrubbing the last of whatever it was out of his hair, “to save the world?”

“I had nothing else to do,” Owen said, a grim note in his voice warning Ianto about more questions.

“Jack offered me Retcon, but I didn’t want to forget,” Ianto said. It was easier to admit things to Owen when they didn’t have to look at each other. As time had gone by they had both learned a lot during showering.

“Lisa?” Owen said.

“Lisa and my friends at Torchwood One, the ones that died,” Ianto said, “there’s not many of us left to remember and it felt wrong to betray their memory.”

“So, you and Jack?” Owen asked to lighten the mood.

“Are none of your business,” Ianto replied evenly.

Owen shrugged and continued to wash himself. His cock was showing interest and he huffed with annoyance.

“I wish we had time to go out and at least have a meaningless shag,” he complained, “I’m getting repetitive strain in my hand.”

“Since when have you let work get in the way of a meaningless shag?” Ianto said incredulously.

“Lately, I don’t know,” Owen confessed, “it’s too much like hard work. I’m bloody knackered and the little time I’ve managed to have at home all I’ve wanted to do is sleep.”

Ianto grunted his agreement and reached over for the soap. It slipped out of his grasp and skidded across the floor to Owen’s feet. Owen barked a laugh and raised his eyebrows as Ianto looked on in consternation.

“This has all the elements of bad prison porn,” Ianto said and Owen kicked the soap back to him.

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Owen shed his clothes as he walked and Ianto didn’t care enough to pick them up. Ianto’s clothes ended up in a heap by the showers, a tidy heap but a heap none the less. Owen switched on the shower and didn’t bother waiting for it to warm up. He was pretty sure he was injured under the dirt and gloop so a blast of cold water was a small price to pay for being clean.

Ianto stepped under his own shower and shivered. They had been so close to losing Owen that night and he was still coming to terms with how much that had upset him.

Owen swore under his breath as the water exposed a long claw wound down one side.

“How bad is it?” Ianto said.

“Better than the alternative,” Owen said, “feels worse than it actually is to tell the truth.” He twisted around to check, hissing with pain as the movement pulled at the wound.

“Let me,” Ianto said. He stepped under Owen’s shower and turned Owen around. “You’re right,” he said, “shouldn’t even need stitches. How long since your last tetanus shot?”

“Listen to Doctor Jones,” Owen quipped, “two weeks ago actually. It was part of the bundle I got you to give me then.”

“Good,” Ianto said. The water had warmed up finally and they both relaxed until they both realised Ianto hadn’t moved and was still resting his hand on Owen’s hip.

They stared at each other in silence until Owen swore. “Fuck this,” he said and kissed Ianto.

Startled, Ianto did nothing for a moment and then with a strangled gasp he slipped his arm carefully around Owen’s waist and kissed back.

“We almost lost you,” Ianto said when the kiss ended; “you have to be more careful. I can’t lose you too.”

“Not a lot of choice with only four of us,” Owen said, “that bastard was the centre of everything we do.”

There was no need to ask who the bastard was so Ianto kissed Owen again. “I’m so tired of being alone,” he said after the kiss.

“Then let’s not, at least for tonight,” Owen said. He reached down and caressed Ianto’s cock which was already half hard.

“Shit…” Ianto bucked at the touch.

Owen smirked and pushed Ianto under the shower spray. He sunk to his knees and took Ianto’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh god…” Ianto breathed. It had been too many months since he’d been touched by anyone but Jack and their relationship had barely started when Jack disappeared.

And Owen was really good at what he was doing. Ianto was a bit surprised; he hadn’t really imagined it as a skill that Owen would have wanted to master. Of course the doctor was still a mystery to him. Everything appeared to be on the surface with Owen until you realised it was only a crazy-cracked façade.

Owen had an irrational need to see Ianto shatter. He had a suspicion that Jack would be better at sucking cock than him, the way Jack was better at everything. So he wanted to be the one pulling the needy noises out of Ianto. Owen would never admit it but he quite enjoyed giving head. There was a level of control that negated the submission, especially if you were good at it.

Ianto was uncut so Owen pulled the skin tight to run his tongue around under the head and then over the top to dip into the leaking slit.

Ianto’s hands slapped against the wall as Owen sucked on the head of his cock. Owen’s hands kept him pinned there. Biting almost too hard into his hips so he couldn’t thrust into the warmth the way he wanted to.

Owen scraped his teeth over the spongy head and grinned as he felt Ianto buck. Slowly he swallowed around the shaft, taking as much of it as he could into his mouth until the head sat at the entrance to his throat almost cutting his air off. Sucking hard he slid back up the shaft until only the head was still in his mouth.

Ianto swore and pulled Owen to his feet, crashing their mouths together and then pushing Owen back against the wall. Catching his breath Ianto picked up the soap and ran it over Owen’s chest.

Owen watched avidly as Ianto’s hands skimmed across his body leaving a trail of suds behind. Ianto took extra care when he reached Owen’s groin, soaping up the erection there, rolling the balls around carefully.

Owen didn’t object when Ianto turned him around and continued soaping his back and buttocks. He hissed when a soapy finger slipped between his butt cheeks and pressed lightly against his tight pucker. He pushed back and let it slide one knuckle deep.

Ianto pulled his finger free and deepened his stance so he could rub his shaft between Owen’s cheeks. One hand slipped around Owen’s waist to wrap around his hard, leaking cock.

“Just do it already,” Owen gasped.

Ianto laughed softly and positioned his cock. He pushed slowly inside and they both bit back moans. Owen rested his head against one arm braced on the wall, his other arm protecting the injury neither of them could care about at that moment.

Ianto used one hand to pull Owen’s hips closer and the other returned to Owen’s cock. It had softened slightly under the intrusion but hardened quickly at his touch.

Their heights were all wrong Owen was nearly on tiptoes and Ianto had to keep his knees bent, but neither cared. Ianto thrust in hard and fast, hitting Owen’s prostate as often as he could.

It had been longer than either was willing to admit and it didn’t take much for Ianto to lose his rhythm and shoot deep into Owen’s arse. Owen followed Ianto over, having somebody else’s hand on his cock too much to bear.

Ianto could feel the water start to cool on his back so he pulled out and finished washing Owen down.

Owen jumped in surprise when Ianto continued to wash him even after the sex, but he wasn’t going to complain.

They dried off and headed for their spare clothes. Ianto bagged their ruined ones so Owen could collect samples of whatever it was that they had fought. Owen dialled for Chinese and Ianto fetched some beer from the fridge while Owen put some butterfly stitches on his injury and added a concoction of pain killers and antibiotics.

Possibly because they were too tired to care, but neither felt uncomfortable about what had happened and neither felt any pressing need to talk about it.

So they collapsed on the sofa and had their meal arguing over the merits of the three Lord of the Rings movies. They both fell asleep on the sofa even knowing they would regret it in the morning because sometimes not being alone is enough.

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