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Ianto walked into the console room, a tiny frown line between his eyebrows, seeing Jack and the Doctor leaning over the console, their heads together, looking at a screen, the frown deepened a little.
“Where are the children?” he asked, making them jump and spin around with decidedly guilty looks on their faces.
“Hope is with Martha and Tosh, who wanted a girly night with her and Faith while Tom is in
“Why? What are you two up to?” he asked, eyeing them narrowly.
“It’s um, a surprise,” the Doctor offered shiftily, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m not in the mood for running for my life tonight, so if that’s what you’re planning, I’ll go and join Talys with Rhys and Owen, if you don’t mind,” he snarked, turning for the door again.
“No,” Jack yelped, darting across the room and catching his wrist before towing him back to the console to pin him between the Doctor and himself.
“It’s a nice surprise, we promise, no running for our lives,” Jack said, leaning close to Ianto so the words came out as hot little puffs over Ianto’s ear, making him close his eyes and shiver, licking his lips.
“Is it going to involve one of us being tied to the bed?” he rasped, his throat suddenly very dry.
“Nope, it’s going to involve the three of us being outside, in the fresh air, well, fresh as the air gets on Earth in the 21st century, which isn’t really terribly fresh, and…”
Ianto knew the Doctor could babble for an eternity once he got some momentum, so he wriggled around in the tiny space they had left him so that he was now facing the Time Lord, and derailed the oncoming babble with the simple expedient of kissing him, long and slow. By the time he let him go, leaning back against Jack’s chest to study the light flush over the older man’s cheekbones, the Doctor looked as if he might have forgotten how to speak, let alone what he had been rambling about.
“Um…” the Doctor said, blinking at Ianto.
Ianto grinned smugly; he liked having that effect on the Time Lord. He felt Jack’s arms wrap around his waist as he chuckled against the back of his neck.
“Will you trust us Ianto? Will you do as we ask without question?” he asked, nipping lightly at the skin.
“Yes, Jack,” he said, pressing back, deciding that whatever the two older men were plotting, it was bound to be interesting.
“Good, then go and get changed, smart casual,” Jack ordered, stepping back, much to Ianto’s disappointment.
Ianto slipped out of the room again, and Jack looked at the Doctor.
“Did we definitely remember everything?” he asked.
“Yes Jack, we definitely remembered everything, its fine, you should go and change too,” the Doctor said.
“All right,” Jack agreed, following on Ianto’s heels.
The Doctor turned back to the console, bringing the screen up again and double checking the reservations they had made, before shutting it down properly so that Ianto couldn’t peek if he came back while there was no one in the console room. Grinning to himself, the Doctor headed off to the wardrobe room to give both of his lovers a surprise.
Jack and Ianto came back in together, Jack having chosen to wear a pair of dark slacks and a midnight blue shirt with a matching tie, while Ianto had gone for similar trousers with a cream shirt and deep claret red tie.
“Where’s the Doctor wandered off to?” Jack asked, directing the question up toward the ceiling.
“I’m here,” his voice from behind them made them both turn, and the Doctor was pleased to see them both struck speechless as they looked at him. He’d changed into a pair of dark grey trousers, a crisp white shirt and a tie that matched the deep color of Jack’s shirt; he had even forgone the Converse in favor of a pair of well polished shoes.
“Wow,” Ianto said.
“Seconded,” Jack agreed with a nod.
The Doctor grinned and stepped between them, wrapping an arm around each of their waists.
“Come along, no time to shilly shally,” he said, guiding them toward the door, stopping at the coat rack so that they could all grab the light jackets that the TARDIS had put there for them.
“Thanks old girl, see you later,” the Doctor said, ushering them out of the door.
Ianto realized they weren’t parked in their usual place on the invisible lift on the Plass, they were down on the opposite end of the walkway that from the tourist office, right by where the Bay Tours left from during the daylight hours.
“We have a table booked at
“So, what is this in aid of?” Ianto asked, glancing over at the water at the soft splash of a duck jumping off one of the jetties into the water, he couldn’t see it in the dark shadows between the pools of light thrown by the underwater lights.
“Because we wanted to do something special for you Ianto, we’re not the most romantic men you could have fallen in love with, and I know we scare years of your life when we do something stupid, so tonight, we just want to do something for you,” the Doctor said.
Ianto blushed, ducking his head slightly.
“There’s no need…” he started, but this time it was he that was silenced with a kiss.
“There is every need.” Jack whispered firmly.
They had a lovely meal in the restaurant, and when they were done, they walked back down to the lower levels, sitting on a bench and looking out over the dark waters.
“Thank you, that was lovely,” Ianto said, tilting his head to the side to rest on Jack’s shoulder.
“Are you tired?” Jack asked.
“No, I just want to snuggle a bit.”
“Come on, much more comfortable to snuggle in our own room,” the Doctor said.
Ianto smiled faintly over at him without lifting his head from Jack’s shoulder and quirked an eyebrow.
“If we go back to our own room, you damn well better be planning more than snuggling,” he said.
“Well, that definitely sounds like reason to go back,” Jack laughed, getting up and tugging the other two to their feet, leading the way back to the TARDIS as Ianto and the Doctor grinned at each other behind him.
Once they reached the bedroom though, Jack slowed down again, and Ianto found himself once more pinned between two bodies.
“What do you want, Ianto?” Jack asked, caressing his face.
“Make me fly,” Ianto whispered, feeling the Doctor’s hands start to stroke over his body, sliding around to reach the buttons of his shirt, starting to flick them open one by one.
Ianto made no objection as Jack produced a blindfold, seemingly from nowhere, but he did snort lightly in amusement.
“Where do you get these things from?” he asked, knowing that Jack had several times pulled the same trick while naked.
“Magic,” Jack whispered, nipping his ear as he fixed the blindfold over Ianto’s eyes.
Once they had Ianto blindfolded, they both stepped back slightly, and the Doctor stroked a hand down Ianto’s back, feeling the relaxed posture through the cotton of his shirt, knowing they were trusted.
“Our beautiful Ianto,” the Doctor breathed as he tugged the heavy silk tie that Jack had just unknotted slowly from under the collar, letting the cool fabric slide over Ianto’s nipples as he pulled downwards. He and Jack worked in tandem, making sure they brushed random teasing touches over Ianto’s skin as they parted him from his clothing, before leading him to lie naked on the bed.
They stripped themselves with quick efficiency, moving to lie on either side of Ianto on the bed, and as one, they leaned forward, kissing briefly before leaning down to put their mouths to work on driving Ianto insane.
Ianto moaned and writhed under their gentle onslaught, no longer having any idea which of them was kissing or licking or sucking where, when they had started, he had been able to keep track by the heat of the mouth touching him, but now both mouths felt hot on his skin. Slick fingers eased inside him as a mouth closed around his straining erection and he yelped as one of his tender torturers sucked hard on a nipple at the same time. He still couldn’t tell which one of them was doing what, and it was driving him insane, there were only the sounds of him moaning, and three people breathing, because they didn’t even need to speak, telepathy making it easy for Jack and the Doctor to communicate without speaking to let Ianto know where they were positioned.
He went more than willingly when gentle hands encouraged him over onto his side, and one of his lovers settled along his back, a hard length filling him slowly, pressing deeper. He moaned in frustration and tried to push backwards, but firm hands on his hips held him still, making him wait. Finally the length was seated inside him, and the hands on his hips went away as his other lover shifted down the bed, and heat once again closed around his erection. He thought he knew now, but he wasn’t going to spoil their game, the length inside him shifted, easing back and pushing forwards, setting a gentle pace as he found Ianto’s prostate, hitting it relentlessly as his other lover deep throated him, and then he knew for sure, but he was too busy flying apart under a shattering orgasm to acknowledge the confirmation from the logical part of his brain, in fact the rest of his brain told it to stop being so stuffy and join in with the fun, which it did, leaving Ianto a quivering mass of jelly as Jack swallowed every drop he had to offer and the Doctor fell still inside him.
The Doctor removed the blindfold, tossing it in the direction of the night table on Jack’s side of the bed so that he could find it later, and kissed the back of Ianto’s shoulder lightly.
“You ok?” he asked.
“Hmm, fantastic, you definitely made me fly. What about Jack?” Ianto asked, trying to raise his head, worried that Jack hadn’t come yet.
“He’s fine, that’s the thing about ‘paths Ianto, if one goes while they’re connected, the other one usually goes too, hadn’t you noticed that before?” the Doctor snickered, helping him shift so that he could see Jack, curled up on his side half way down the bed, a cat that got the cream look on his face as he drowsed comfortably.
One blue eye opened and looked up at them, and Jack grinned, pulling the sheet with him as he wriggled up the bed to kiss first Ianto and then the Doctor. He draped the sheet over the three of them, and they settled into a comfortable tangle of limbs.
Ianto knew that they would both be gone if he woke up in a couple of hours, neither the immortal or the Time Lord needing much in the way of sleep, but it was the fact that they were both willing to lie there with him until he fell asleep that mattered, that meant the world. That more than anything else, was how he knew they loved him.
The End.
This was supposed to be fluff, I promised fluff, but Ianto cocked the eyebrow of snerk at me, and pointed out that he hadn’t got laid in ages, and he damn well wanted some loving. J *g*
