Title: To Warm You
By: minimumstitch
Pairing: Jack/Ianto & Tosh/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not owned by me but is owned by the BBC and RTD and I am just enjoying playing with their characters.
Summary: The team supports Rhys's rugby team and Ianto plays matchmaker.

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"Remind me why we are here again?" Jack asked Ianto. They stood on the sidelines of the frozen pitch, an icy wind howling, turning their faces bright red.

"We are supporting Rhys. It's a big game for him and I promised Gwen that everyone would support him." Ianto replied, moving even closer to Jack.

"But it's cold!" Jack complained. "Look, Tosh is turning blue and shivering over there." He pointed towards the small Japanese woman who was indeed shivering violently. "By the way, how did you manage to get Owen and Toshiko to come today? You can't have threatened to withhold coffee and sex from them as well."

"I just told Tosh that Owen was going and Owen that Tosh was going. And how else was I going to get you here?" Ianto replied.

"You could have just told the truth! That we were going to watch Rhys wearing tight shorts, fumbling with other men in tight shorts, getting muddy."

"Jack!" Ianto hissed. "Will you keep your voice down!" He looked at the men that had glared at them after hearing Jack's comment. "Can't take him anywhere! Sorry!" The men grinned and turned back to the game.

"Tosh, are you okay?" Jack asked looking worried. Tosh was shivering so violently that they could hear her teeth chattering.

"Fine, just cold." She replied and continued stamping her feet and blowing on her hands.

Jack looked at Ianto mischievously. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked.

"Tosh sandwich?" Ianto replied, eyes twinkling.

"Yep, come on!" They moved in unison. Jack moved behind Toshiko whilst Ianto moved in front of her. Tosh squeaked before opening Ianto's coat and slipping her hands around him. Jack pulled Ianto in closer and slipped his arms around his waist, before moving his hands lower. Ianto grinned and ghosted his hands over Jack's backside before moving them back to his waist.

Tosh snuggled in closer to Ianto. "Mmmm! Ianto you're so hot!" She felt the deep rumbles of Jack and Ianto's laughter. "Stop it! You know what I mean…I meant that…It's just…"

Jack pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Don't worry, we know what you meant, and yes, he is very hot!" Jack laughed at Ianto's exasperated expression.

Ianto smiled as he saw Owen glaring at the three of them. He dropped his head to press a kiss against Toshiko's hair. When she looked up at him, confusion showing on her face, he whispered. "Don't look now, but Owen is coming this way. I think our emotionally stunted doctor may be jealous."

"Hey, Owen!" Jack greeted the medic. "Have you come to join our sandwich? There's still room for a little one."

"No, I bloody well haven't! Pervs, the lot of you!" Owen exclaimed.

"So, if you haven't come to join us, why have you?" Ianto asked; a small smile on his face. Tosh was silent, looking at Owen intently.

"I'm off to get a hot drink, my hands are bloody freezing! Just checking that none of you want one as well. So do you?" He mumbled, looking uncomfortable at his unusual show of generosity.

Ianto took pity on him. "We're fine thanks." He glared at Jack who had opened his mouth to protest. "But, I think Toshiko would appreciate a hot drink, wouldn't you, Tosh?" He ignored her glare and moved away, nudging her towards Owen. "Off you go, Tosh."

As Owen and Tosh walked away towards the small kiosk, Jack glared at Ianto. "I was enjoying that!"

Ianto moved forwards, slipping his hands underneath Jack's greatcoat. He felt Jack squirm against him as his hands moved down to cup his backside, pulling him closer. "I'm sure I can make it up to you later."

Jack smiled. It was bitterly cold, snow was beginning to come down around them and he could no longer feel his nose but he barely noticed. All he felt was the warm arms wrapped around him, the warm breath on his neck and the hot body pressed against him. There was nowhere he would rather be.

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