Title: What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
Author: druis
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto/Tosh
Series: 1) Blame It on the Mistletoe
Summary: Ianto has a proposal for Tosh. Jack thinks it's an excellent idea.

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Two whole days off. A luxury unheard of at Torchwood, but Tosh didn't question it when Jack rang and told her to take Boxing Day as well as Christmas. It seemed the aliens were having a holiday as well and there was nothing that couldn't wait for her attention. She went shopping with her cousins and picked up a few after-Christmas bargains, barely thinking of work once.
 
But now that she was back, things seemed - a little off. Jack kept looking at her. Half amused, half speculative. She caught his eye once or twice and gave an enquiring lift to her eyebrows, but he just grinned and turned away. Finally, she spoke.
 
"Is this about that cube?" Jack looked startled. "Because I haven't figured it out yet, if that's what you're wondering." She noticed she had the undivided attention of Gwen and Owen. Owen was particularly fascinated.
 
"But have you really tried, Tosh?" he asked with a filthy grin. "I mean, did you give it your best effort?" Gwen threw a pen at him.
 
Tosh felt her face grow warm. "Piss off," she said, trying to smile naturally. It was one thing to open a highly-suggestive gift at a Christmas party when everyone was tipsy and laughing. It was another to discuss it in the middle of the morning on a normal workday.
 
"Coffee?" Ianto, bless him, appeared with a tray. It seemed to Tosh that he might have sent a bit of a glare in Jack's direction because Jack ducked his head sheepishly and retreated upstairs with his cup.
 
Tosh accepted the cup that Ianto handed her and looked at him. Nothing unusual. The same immaculate suit. The same professional smile. She smiled back and returned to her translation.
 
Then a report came in that an old man had found something strange in his back garden and Jack scooped up Gwen and Owen to investigate. At lunchtime Tosh joined Ianto at the reception desk for Chinese.
 
"So did you have a nice Christmas?" Ianto asked after a bit.
 
It was adorable how he always tucked a serviette into his collar, although Tosh had never seen so much as a drop of sauce fall onto it.
 
"It was lovely. Ate too much, drank too much, opened lots of gifts. The usual." She scraped up the last of her pork. "It was nice to catch up with the family. Of course, I had to endure the usual ‘when are you going to settle down, Toshiko?" questions."
 
"Those are inevitable, I suppose."
 
"So how was yours? You have family in the area, don't you?" She reached for an almond biscuit.
 
"Yes, but I wasn't with them." Ianto tossed his takeaway box into the bin. "I spent the day in bed with Jack."
 
Tosh blinked at him, frozen in mid-bite.
 
"Two days, actually."
 
Tosh blinked again.
 
Ianto looked at her with calm amusement and said, "Perhaps you should chew."
 
She made her jaw start working again. "When-" she floundered, swallowed, and tried again. "I mean, what-"
 
"Christmas Eve. And for about forty-eight hours afterwards." He paused. Do you honestly want to know the ‘what?'"
 
Tosh shook her head earnestly.
 
Ianto gave her a tiny smirk. "Are you sure? We made good use of your gift."
 
"Ianto!" Tosh finally regained her faculties. "Why are you..."
 
The door opened and an icy breeze accompanied Jack and the others inside.
 
Ianto stood and hit the button to open the inner door, pulling the serviette free of his collar. "So what was it?"
 
"‘It' was a half-buried water heater covered in some type of lichen that glows in the dark." Jack shook a few snowflakes from his hair.
 
"Bleeding waste of time is what it was." Owen stomped past them.
 
Gwen laughed. "Don't mind Owen. He's had a bit of a fright. Mr. Crandell's whippet barked quite ferociously at him."
 
Owen stopped at the inner door and turned back to scowl. "That was not a dog. That was an enormous rat with long legs. And it came out of fucking nowhere." He headed down the corridor and Gwen followed him, still giggling.
 
Tosh was alone with Ianto and Jack.
 
She picked up her water bottle and fled.
 
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The rest of the day she worked at a furious pace, trying not to look up. Owen made a couple of comments, but backed off when she snapped at him. Jack came and went, checking on whatever they were doing. Occasionally, she felt movement behind her and she just knew Ianto was there, but she kept working.
 
Why Ianto had decided to share this information with her, she had no idea. She blushed, remembering the smirk as he told her about the handcuffs. Then she pictured what that must have looked like and the flush spread through her entire body. She drained her water bottle.
 
Then she made a stealthy run to the loo and only just avoided Ianto on her way back to dive headfirst into her work again.
 
And of course, that's what did her in.
 
"Don't work all night, Tosh, all right?" Gwen called from the door.
 
Tosh looked up, startled. It was going on half six and Gwen was following Owen out the door. And Ianto sat across from her, regarding her patiently.
 
She started to close down her station.
 
"Tosh."
 
She was suddenly tired of being missish. She sat back in her chair and looked at him squarely. "Yes?"
 
His lips quirked at her change in manner. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable before."
 
"No, you're not, Ianto. You were deliberately blunt. You wanted to shock me and you did." She smiled patiently at him, wondering in some detached part of herself where this composed woman had been all her life. She could have used her before now.
 
"Yes. But I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."
 
"Well, Jesus, what did you think? My friend and co-worker tells me he spent Christmas shackled with fuzzy red handcuffs and shagging the boss! It's not the normal office conversation, even for this place." She glanced round apprehensively for Jack but there wasn't a sign of him.
 
"No, it's not." Ianto admitted. He swiveled in his chair, idly examining his fingernails. "You did get a bit of that wrong, by the way."
 
"A bit of what..." her eyes widened and her precious composure fell away and made a distinct splat on the floor. She exploded out of her chair. "Oh, for Christ's sake!"
 
Ianto laughed.
 
Tosh turned to him. She so rarely heard him laugh. He looked a bit startled himself but didn't stop smiling. She had to smile back.
 
"Seriously, Ianto, why did you tell me this? I never took you for the type to kiss and tell." She eyed him mischievously and lowered her voice. "Are you going to share details of how the legendary Captain Jack Harkness is as a lover?"
 
"You can find out for yourself if you like."
 
Goddamn him. Every time she found her footing he knocked her on her ass again.
 
"What?" Her voice did not squeak. She was nearly sure.
 
"Would you like to join us?" He gave her a wicked look up through his lashes. "We could help you try out that cube."
 
She stared. This new shock was cold, somehow. Finding out that Jack and Ianto were shagging each other was startling, but once she got past that it was nice. They suited each other.
 
But inviting her to join them seemed - sordid. The kind of thing one might see in a porn film. Or what she used to hear about in school, the things the really dirty girls would do and the boys would leer and brag about.
 
Some of this must have shown on her face because Ianto had stopped smiling.
 
"Tosh -"
 
"You want me to go to bed with both of you." She nodded jerkily. "So what does Jack think of this?"
 
"Jack thinks it's a brilliant idea." The voice came quietly from behind her and she whirled, flushing dark red. Jack leaned against a pillar and smiled at her gently. "I get a chance to have someone as lovely as you in my bed, you think I'll say no?"
 
He'll shag anything that's gorgeous-
 
Her own words echoed back to her and she looked at the floor. "This is about that bloody cube, isn't it?" She felt sick. "That's why you asked. If Gwen or Owen had opened that gift you'd be having this conversation with..."
 
"No."
 
She looked at Ianto.
 
"I would not invite either Gwen or Owen. With or without that bloody cube." He held her gaze steadily. "Leave it at home. Drop it in the bay, if you like. But don't think that's why I asked you."
 
She didn't look at Jack. She was sure Jack would cheerfully shag Gwen or Owen or both of them together. That didn't bother her, though. Something eased a bit.
 
"I have to go home."
 
"All right." Ianto looked a bit sad and Tosh felt obscurely guilty.
 
Jack just looked serious.
 
"I'll see you tomorrow." She left without looking at either of them again.
 
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They're probably shagging right now.
 
"Damn!" Nothing like a little fresh blood dripped on raw chicken to kill your already-uneasy appetite.
 
She threw the knife into the sink and ran cold water over her finger. So they were shagging. It was nothing to do with her.
 
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She switched off her lamp and her thoughts, as if they'd been waiting for the dark, changed.
 
She had thought of what it would be like to sleep with Jack, of course. It was impossible not to imagine having sex with Jack Harkness. Straight men and lesbians probably contemplated it. She never in her life met anyone so sexual, and yet not a bit sleazy. For Jack sex seemed all joy and fun, so of course she'd wondered what he'd be like, if he could possibly live up to all of his boasting.
 
Ianto, though? Ianto had always been such a shadow, quietly moving round their perimeter, formal and correct. Only in recent weeks had she seen beneath that surface at all.
 
As for what it would be like to sleep with him - strictly speaking, Tosh already knew that one.
 
The night they had returned from the Brecon Beacons she had knocked on his door past midnight and he'd opened it cautiously, his face bruised and scraped and haunted. They had slept in the center of his bed, huddled together like children.
 
She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out the cube. It gleamed and shimmered in the faint light and her fingertips hummed against its surface.
 
The next morning she tucked it into her handbag.
 
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When she got to the Hub, however, there wasn't time for more than a short awkward silence with Ianto before work interfered. Something had crashed just outside Pencoed and there were already reports of "huge fucking lizards" scaring the locals.
 
It took three exhausting days to sort the whole business and, although she didn't mean it to, the subject of ménage a trois faded and became the thing they didn't mention and now Tosh didn't know how to bring it up again or even if she should.
 
Stupid. She knew she shouldn't.
 
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"I resolve to uncover at least one secret about Captain Jack Harkness." Gwen grinned cheekily at him.
 
"Don't bother," Tosh said. "That was my resolution last year. Nothing but frustration."
 
"Oh, come on. I'm an open book!"
 
"I resolve to stay the fuck out of the countryside." Owen raised his glass to the group.
 
Laughs and shudders all round. Tosh sipped her champagne.
 
"I resolve to choose one random day a month to not clean up after you lot." Ianto said with a straight face. "I think you all need to more fully appreciate me."
 
"I appreciate you, Ianto." Gwen looked at him earnestly. "In fact, I'm planning to kidnap you and take you home with me one of these days."
 
Ianto raised an eyebrow and Owen and Jack both whistled suggestively.
 
Gwen laughed. "Oh, stop! I mean, I'm going to make him clean my flat. And teach me to make that coffee."
 
Ianto smiled at her. "Sorry. A lad's got to keep some mystery." Without missing a beat and without looking he leveled a finger at Jack. "Shut it."
 
Jack closed his mouth with a snap and chuckled.
 
"I resolve to finish that bloody translation I've been working on since August." Tosh ducked as shouts of "boring!" and at least one plastic wineglass were thrown at her. She laughed. "Don't worry, I've got a better one. But I'm not sharing it."
 
They all looked at Jack and he pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I resolve to do something with a sexual partner that I've never done before."
 
Tosh could not help glancing at Ianto. She was pretty sure she saw him swallow.
 
"What's that?" Owen asked. "Find someone who talks a bigger game than you?"
 
Jack laughed. "Not if all they do is talk."
 
"So-?" Gwen gestured expectantly. "Are you going to tell us? What it is you've never done?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Jack looked at them, his face open and cheerful. "But there must be something."
 
Gwen's head thunked down to her desk and Tosh giggled.
 
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Owen had left in a cloud of cologne, headed for a party. Gwen was right behind him, headed home to Rhys and then a different party. Tosh kept her seat and watched the bubbles rise in her champagne and smiled inwardly at the hesitant glances she could sense passing over her head.
 
She swallowed the rest of her drink and held out her glass. Jack refilled it, and poured more for Ianto.
 
"So." She rested her chin on her fist, looking back and forth. "Do we need to wait for midnight?" She stood and raised her glass. "Happy New Year." She faced Ianto and looked at him expectantly.
 
He smiled slowly and bent his head. "Happy New Year, Tosh." He kissed her.
 
His lips were cool and tasted of champagne. They lingered on hers for a long moment before he pulled back. Her knees felt a bit shaky and she turned to face Jack. She desperately wanted him to make some quip, some outrageous, flirtatious comment that would make her laugh.
 
He held her eyes and gave her that gentle smile again. "Happy New Year, Toshiko." His kiss was smooth and assured, with a subtle swipe of tongue that did nothing to strengthen her knees. He nipped lightly at her bottom lip, then pulled back.
 
"Happy New Year, Jack." Ianto leaned in to kiss him and Tosh stared. It was slow and deep and Jack's hand on her shoulder kept her standing almost between them.
 
She felt very short.
 
The kiss went on above her head, Jack angling to press into Ianto's mouth and Ianto reaching up to clutch the back of Jack's head. Tosh shifted uneasily. She was either about to jump both of them or die of embarrassment.
 
Then Jack broke the kiss and grinned down at her.
 
"What do you say, gorgeous? You want in on this?"
 
Tosh laughed.
 
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Oh, of course he's bloody marvelous at this.
 
Tosh arched her back and dropped her head back to rest on Ianto's shoulder. She wanted to grab a handful of Jack's hair but Ianto had her fingers entwined with his as he kissed and nipped at the side of her neck. She could feel the heat of his erection pressed against the back of her hip and everywhere they touched their skin was slick with sweat.
 
Jack's head was buried between her thighs, and Tosh couldn't look away from it. His tongue dipped and teased, in contrast to the boldness of his fingers which stroked smoothly in and out of her in an irregular rhythm. He swirled the tip of his tongue around her clitoris and she moaned and bit her lip.
 
Ianto released her hands and cupped her left breast, running his thumb firmly over her nipple. With his other hand he reached down and Tosh gasped and tensed as his fingers slid into the wetness between her body and Jack's busy mouth.
 
Jack sucked one of Ianto's fingers briefly into his mouth and his eyes flashed a grin up to them. Then fingers and tongue and lips were moving and stroking and sucking and she felt her toes curl and her belly tighten and the fingers inside her pressed up -
 
Tosh cried out and stiffened in Ianto's hold as her climax writhed through her. Jack's mouth closed round Ianto's fingers as they rubbed at the center of her pleasure and sucked firmly and her hips tried to jerk in their combined hold and she cried out again and sagged back, limp, against Ianto's chest.
 
Through slitted eyes, Tosh watched Jack pull Ianto's hand from her and take the glistening fingers hungrily into his mouth. She felt Ianto smile against her neck. She tried to slow her heartbeat and quiet her trembling.
 
She looked to one side. The cube sat on the table, innocuous.
 
"Don't worry," she looked back at Jack who was still braced on one elbow between her spread thighs. His mouth and chin were wet and he was slightly breathless. "It has a mind of its own, that thing. It waits until the time is right."
 
"When is - ah!" she hissed as Jack ran a fingertip up her cleft and tried to pull back from the maddening touch, but Ianto still held her and there was nowhere to go.
 
"Something wrong?" Jack grinned mischievously. He trailed the backs of his fingernails over her belly, watching the muscles jump and quiver. Tiny aftershocks twitched through her and she couldn't catch her breath.
 
"Stop!" Tosh grabbed for his hand but he laughed and moved his grinning mouth to hover a bare inch above her.
 
"Too soon for another go?" Tosh gasped as the puffs of his breath ghosted against her swollen, hypersensitive flesh.
 
Ianto laughed, too, but he slid out from behind Tosh and pulled Jack away from her. She moved back against the pillows with relief as Jack pushed Ianto down onto his back.
 
"Your turn?"
 
"I've been very patient." Ianto said seriously.
 
Tosh curled up into a weary ball on the pillows to give them room and watched.
 
They moved together with ease and assurance, with slow, lazy kisses that belied the urgent rocking of Jack's hips and the clutching fingers that Ianto twisted into Jack's hair. Jack opened one eye and reached underneath a pillow for a small tube of lubricant. He shifted his weight up onto his knees and Ianto made a small sound of protest and tried to pull him back down.
 
Jack chuckled and said something into Ianto's open mouth that Tosh didn't understand and Ianto let go of Jack's hair, lifting a knee and allowing Jack to move down his body. Jack's hand, fingers now coated with lube, delved between Ianto's cheeks.
 
Ianto gasped and gripped handfuls of the sheet and Tosh felt her body flush with heat. As his fingers moved inside Ianto's body, Jack went to work again with his tongue, licking up the length Ianto's straining shaft, then closing his lips around the crown.
 
Ianto's head thrashed and he made a strangled sound. Tosh might have made a sound too as she felt a fresh surge of wet warmth between her thighs. She looked from Ianto's contorted face down to where Jack was slowly swallowing his rigid length, bobbing and twisting his head and - looking her right in the eye.
 
She was caught in his gaze and his eyes were filled with heat and humor and invitation. She stirred, trying to decide where to go first.
 
Jack, of course, settled it for her. He pulled off Ianto's cock with a slurp, ignored the resulting moan of protest, cleared his throat and said, "Tosh, hand me a pillow."
 
Pillow under Ianto's hips, more lube, and Tosh watched, breathless, as Jack set the tip of his shaft against Ianto's entrance and pushed. Both men groaned deeply and Ianto whispered, "Oh, fuck."
 
Jack stroked in and out, slowly, bracing his hands and knees. Tosh slid halfway in between them and took Ianto's open, gasping mouth in a kiss. She swept her tongue as deep as he could, relishing his distracted, sloppy response. He probably isn't even sure who's kissing him, she thought and ran her hand over his heaving chest. She tweaked a nipple and Ianto moaned into her mouth.
 
When he shifted underneath her she pulled back and saw Jack had changed his position, sitting back on his haunches and pulling Ianto's hips until he was fully seated again, with Ianto's thighs spread across his own. He resumed thrusting and Tosh considered.
 
She walked on her knees to Jack, who looked at her with his face glistening with sweat, breathing hard. She leaned in and kissed him and he angled his head and just dove into her mouth. His tongue stroked smoothly along hers, plunging again and again, running along the insides of her teeth. His teeth scraped and nipped gently at hers and she gripped his hair in both fists and pulled his mouth more tightly against hers as he fucked Ianto with hard, deep thrusts. 
 
She pulled away and whispered, "Stop."
 
Jack stopped thrusting and smiled. Tosh grinned back at him, and they both ignored Ianto's frustrated groan. She turned away and slid a knee across Ianto. Jack put his arm across her waist from behind and buried his face in her hair, as she reached down and gently positioned Ianto's rigid shaft and sank down upon it. Jack was warm against her back.
 
Ianto threw his head back and groaned long and deep. Tosh sighed in satisfaction as her muscles stretched and she took him fully within her. She rocked a bit, trying to take him deeper. Jack cupped her breasts with both hands and took her earlobe between gently between his teeth and resumed thrusting.
 
Tosh tried to match Jack's rhythm but her movement was off. She pulled her knees closer to Ianto's body and tried again. Then one arm encircled her waist tightly and Jack leaned into her back, moving her with him. Now with each thrust she was lifted slightly and moved up and down on Ianto's cock. Her moan was cut off with a gasp when Ianto put his thumb firmly against her clitoris and rubbed.
 
She looked down at him. His eyes were feverish and desperate but he gave her a breathless smile. She tried to smile back but he was stroking in and out of her and the muscles of Jack's chest slid damply against her back and Jack's breath panted against her ear and Ianto's thumb made quick, hard circles, sending sizzling sparks of pleasure curling into her belly. Her head rolled back helplessly against Jack's shoulder and Jack was grunting with effort and Tosh felt a low throbbing hum through her entire body, in her knees and her hips, crawling over her scalp and pulsing into her fingers and she remembered what was on the table and tried to turn her head...
 
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She understood the tone before the words. Ianto sounded an odd mixture of sated contentment and indignant anxiety. Sort of sleepy, with an overtone of stress.
 
Jack just sounded lazily amused.
 
She also thought she could feel cotton settling airily over her body as Jack said something else.
 
She tried to remember while she waited for her muscles and her brain to work again. Jack had squeezed her ribs brutally hard, as if trying to anchor himself to her. Ianto had shouted something in Welsh. The throbbing had filled the room and coursed through every muscle in her body and she might have screamed. Her throat felt rather raw. She always thought it was an invention of romance novels and porn for people to actually scream during sex.
 
Or else it was someone just showing off.
 
And she supposed she still thought that, really. Barring alien tech.
 
There was a jumble of other images that made no sense. The sound of a bell being struck. A sweet, spicy scent that swirled around them. A feeling of floating, as if the bed had turned to water underneath them. Something to do with - feathers?
 
"So you're okay now?"
 
She understood that.
 
"I'm fine." Ianto sounded mildly peeved. "I just don't like being unable to communicate effectively."
 
"How effectively do you usually communicate after mind-melting sex?"
 
"You would know."
 
"True."
 
"Does it always smell of cinnamon?"
 
Cinnamon. She could still smell it, faintly.
 
"Yeah. You keep using this you might want to start carrying a newspaper when you enter a bakery." He sighed and she felt him stretch beside her. "Or people will think you have a pastry fetish."
 
"What about the..."
 
She felt air move against her, as if Ianto had made some sort of flapping motion.
 
"The feathers? No, that was new."
 
Her eyelids worked. She opened them.
 
"Well, hello."
 
Jack was stretched out beside her, propped up on one elbow and smiling. She looked to her left. Ianto sat comfortably with a stack of pillows behind him. He smiled, too.
 
"That was nice."
 
"Nice?" Ianto looked at her dubiously as Jack laughed.
 
"It was very, very nice." She giggled and decided she felt a bit drunk. "How are you?" she asked Ianto.
 
Jack answered. "Oh, Ianto was just a bit freaked when he lost all his adverbs for a few minutes."
 
Ianto sighed, but didn't reply.
 
Tosh smiled beatifically and closed her eyes. "Tired."
 
Ianto shared his pillows and Jack pulled the blankets up over them and shifted to give Tosh room as she pulled a pillow under her head and rolled onto her side. "I might have to look into getting a bigger bed," Jack said. He slung an arm across Tosh's hip.
 
"Can we do it again tomorrow?" Tosh murmured.
 
Ianto made some sort of choking noise behind her and Jack chuckled. "Nope. It won't work again for us for awhile. Safety feature. It can cause addiction and mild brain damage if you use it too much."
 
He yawned and leaned in to kiss Tosh's ear and whispered, "We'll just have to muddle along and do it the old fashioned way."
 
"Mm hmm," Tosh said and then she was asleep.

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