Title: The mice will play
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Drunken sex
Prompt: What happens when Jack’s away.
Summary: Drinks and bonding, they decide to see if it was just Jack that Ianto was attracted to. My third submission for rounds_of_kink.

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“Bastard,” Owen said for the fourth time.

“Wanker,” Ianto said, also for the fourth time.

There was a time when they would have been talking about each other, but that time was BJL “Before Jack Left”. Now they had a mutual agreement to keep the insults at the Hub and concentrate on shredding Jack’s character at the pub.

“He has this vein in his neck,” Ianto continued the conversation, “it used to pulse when he got excited I kept waiting for it to explode,” he said ghoulishly.

“Was he as greedy in bed as he was with food?” Owen asked suddenly.

“He can fit an awful lot in his mouth,” Ianto said, his eyes glazed over slightly.

They had fallen into a weekly drinking session after the first time Ianto had volunteered to fetch Owen from the bar he was getting kicked out of. Knuckles grazed and lip split Owen had looked happier than Ianto had seen him since everything happened with Jack so Ianto decided that bugger it he was going to have a drink too.

Owen dragged him to every dive he knew of in Cardiff and then Ianto had shown Owen some he didn’t know about. Each week they chose one until they were finally kicked out of it, which could be between one and five visits depending on what Owen chose to drink. He had a tendency to come over all chivalrous after too many whiskeys and aggressive after too many beers. Both resulted in him insulting the largest man in the room. Ianto tended to get morose until Owen pushed him and then they definitely got kicked out.

Slowly actual conversation started between them although it always took several drinks and an exchange of Jack insults before anything real was said.

“Do you miss him?” Owen said, staring into the bottom of his glass.

“Sometimes,” Ianto admitted, “a lot of the time,” he added.

“What about him do you miss?” Owen said, “Did you like go on dates and shit or just shag all the time?”

“We didn’t just shag all the time,” Ianto said defensively, “but no there weren’t dates as such. He was always so certain about things you know? It was nice to be in that certainty.”

Owen huffed thoughtfully. “So you’re bi then?”

Ianto spluttered the last of his drink, but was drunk enough to tell the truth. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I’d never really considered blokes before Jack. Jack’s Jack,” he said with a hopeless shrug.

“So what about him turned you then?” Owen said curiously.

“I am not having this conversation in a public bar,” Ianto said.

“Good point,” Owen said.

Somehow this meant they were stopping at an off license to get more alcohol and heading for Owen’s apartment to drink it.

“So how did Jack turn you gay then?” Owen asked after their second glass of whiskey.

“Why are we having this conversation?” Ianto said.

“Cause I’m a nosy bastard,” Owen said. “I’ve tapped a few blokes in my time but you always struck me as a straight arrow despite your thing for suits.”

“I’ve always liked girls,” Ianto said, “we all mucked around at school but nothing serious and none of it mattered when I met Lisa. Jack… I don’t know,” he finished with a shrug.

“Well he’s handsome enough if you like American cheese,” Owen said, “and we all know he’s got a big dick but it’s not like he’s got a magical gay cock, is it?” Owen sounded worried.

Ianto snorted with laughter and turned his head to look at Owen. “Shall we find out if it is just Jack then?” he suggested.

“You what?”

Ianto smirked at Owen’s shock. “You mean you weren’t coming on to me?” he said in mock despair.

“Prat,” Owen said and before Ianto could throw back another insult Owen’s mouth was on his.

Owen sat back with a smirk at Ianto’s shocked look.

“Maybe it’s just that Jack’s so good at it,” Ianto said recovering his poise.

Owen growled and kissed him again this time not stopping until Ianto open to his lips and let his tongue slip past. Owen tasted of alcohol and smelt slightly of Weevil which should have been more disturbing that it was. Ianto tasted of tea and alcohol to Owen’s surprise and smelt slightly of cleaning fluid which he wasn’t surprised by at all.

Their hands scrabbled at clothing until they were both partially undressed. Owen’s fingers racked over Ianto’s nipples. Ianto hissed and grabbed hold of Owen’s shoulders, strong narrow shoulders that were nothing like Jack’s and that was alright.

Owen’s hand pushed past his waistband and gripped his cock through his boxers. He had only been half hard but Owen’s fingers skilfully brought him to fullness.

“You have done this before,” Ianto gasped as Owen kissed along his jaw and throat.

“Told you I had,” Owen said his voice slightly muffled.

“I just thought you were lying,” Ianto said and Owen bit him. “That hurt,” Ianto complained.

“Good,” Owen said with satisfaction and then defeated his words by licking across the bite mark soothing the pain away.

Ianto undid his trousers and then unzipped Owen’s jeans to bring their cocks together. Owen opened his hand and wrapped it around both, tangling with Ianto’s hand which was doing the same.

They watched their cocks sliding through their hands crowns emerging red and slick with arousal.

“Want to fuck you,” Owen said roughly.

“Go on then,” Ianto said.

“Stay there,” Owen said. He struggled to his feet and headed for the bathroom cursing slightly as the blood rushed back to his head and he stumbled. He returned clutching a tube of moisturiser and paused to look down at Ianto who was sprawled out on the sofa. “This is the closest I’ve got,” he said sheepishly.

“It’ll do,” Ianto said. He was idly stroking his cock and Owen’s nostrils flared with desire.

Owen pushed off his jeans and boxers and dragged Ianto’s down as Ianto toed off his shoes. Ianto knelt up on the sofa and braced on the arm giving Owen the view of his rounded buttocks. Owen knelt behind Ianto and slicked up his cock.

“Get on with it,” Ianto said when Owen went to stretch him.

“Fair enough,” Owen said, just drunk enough not to care. He pushed into Ianto and they both hissed at how tight it was. “Going get friction burns,” Owen said with a laugh. He pressed all the way in and then stopped, unwilling to really hurt Ianto.

Ianto rested his head on his arm and caught his breath waiting for the burn to subside. Finally he pushed back against Owen, signally his desire for movement.

Owen obliged, taking a tight grip on Ianto’s hips and using long strokes to drive into him. Ianto’s cock had flagged at the first intrusion but he reached under and fisted it back to hardness, determined to prove once and for all if it was just Jack.

Ianto was tight around his cock and Owen loved it. He loved that he was fucking Ianto Jones, that he was the one pulling the little grunts and gasps out of the normally taciturn man. He was attracted to Ianto physically but had never really liked the man before Jack left, never really paid him much attention to be honest. The sex on the other hand was good. Better than good. Ianto had a strong body with just a layer of softness to make his skin smooth and give Owen’s fingers something to bite into. Owen knew he was skinny by comparison and surprisingly pale next to Ianto but he knew he had nothing to be embarrassed of in the cock department.

Owen pulled Ianto’s butt cheeks apart so he could see his dick sliding in and out of Ianto’s hole. It was the thing he loved most about fucking a man; the tightness and the little niggle of wrongness that made it all the hotter. He could see Ianto’s hand moving underneath them and knew the other man was jerking off as they fucked. He reached around and wrapped his hand around Ianto’s fucking him onto both their fists. A shudder told him he’d found Ianto’s prostate and he kept the angle there, making sure to brush across it with every thrust.

Ianto started to push back against Owen encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. The only sounds were the slap of flesh on flesh and grunts of exertion. Owen could feel his orgasm building so he sped up his strokes on Ianto’s cock until Ianto stilled beneath him and he felt sticky warmth over his fingers. Owen let himself go and reached orgasm with a gasp before collapsing onto the broad back.

They lay in silence for a few minutes catching their breath and then Owen slowly pulled out looking around for something to clean up on. Luckily there was an abandoned tee shirt just within reach that he was willing to sacrifice.

Ianto winced as he set himself to rights and Owen decided it was more to do with the state of his clothing than any physical discomfort. They both settled gingerly on the sofa suddenly unable to look at each other and feeling equal parts drunk and disconcerted.

“So?” Owen said.

“It was alright,” Ianto said, “but I do think it really is just Jack.”

Owen snorted. “Then we don’t ever have to talk about this.”

“Fair enough,” Ianto said. “Drinks again next week?”

“Just drinks this time,” Owen said. “I’m going to get a glass of water and go to bed, you’re welcome to stay, sofa pulls out, and sheets are in the cupboard with towels and shit.”

“Only because I’m too drunk to care,” Ianto replied and Owen staggered off.

They were still friends and that was nice they both needed friends more than they realised, and they also knew they were lying about it being just once.

END

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