Log: ‘Babies trump everything.’

[docisin]

Who: Ianto notjustateaboy and Owen Docisin
When: Today
Where: The house and the park
What: Owen getting Ianto to go outside.
Why: For the awws. NC17

Ianto sat on the sofa, Gethin asleep in his room and the baby monitor set on the table. He leafed through the book quietly as the soft blue filtered through the room.

There was a knock on the door, interrupting the blissful quiet.

Ianto grumbled setting it down with an annoyed sigh as he pushed himself up, "You had better not be trying to sell me double glazing." he muttered to himself before he opened the door.

"Nah, gave that up for years of medical school, who'd have thought," Owen smirked. "You going to let me in? It's bloody freezing out here."

Ianto smiled a little stepping aside, "Hadn't thought about it." he replied letting him in. "How did you hear me?"

"I'm part Weevil, remember?" said Owen, rolling his eyes. "Though it's better, now, least I don't try and eat things raw anymore."

“Right," he replied closing the door behind him, "Would you like a drink"

"Nah, I'm alright," said Owen. "M'here working. Need to check you over."

"I'm fine." he murmured with a sigh.

"Physically, yeah," said Owen. "But I'm your psychiatrist too, and after what you've just been through, I'd be worried if there wasn't any mental trauma."

He sighed sitting on the sofa, "Do I have to talk?" he asked

Owen moved to sit next to him. "I'll just keep pestering you until one of us is dead, otherwise, and that's not going to be me."

He rolled his eyes turning his head to watch him, "It would solve your problem he murmured amused

"Don't care, 'cause you're going to talk now," said Owen. "Or I'm going to put my dirty boots on your nice, clean coffee table, and there's all sorts of crap on these."

"Don't you dare," he huffed before sighing, "What do you want me to say?"

Owen shrugged, sitting back. "You tell me."

He frowned, "I don't know." he murmured glancing at him

Owen sighed. "How'd you feel?"

He shrugged softly, "Numb mostly."

"Okay," Owen nodded. "How'd you feel when you remember what happened?"

"I try not to." he murmured

"Repressed memories only come back to bite you in the arse at a later date," said Owen pointedly.

He frowned, "You wouldn't want to remember them either.”

"I've got plenty of shit memories all of my own, ta," said Owen. "Blocking them out doesn't help. Just makes you angry and hateful to the world."

He frowned softly, looking at his hands "It's too raw."

"You think the pain's going to go away in time?" he asked. "It'll just be harder to face."

He frowned softly, "I..."

Owen watched him. "You don't have to do it all at once," he said, a gentler tone to his voice.

He looked at him, "It's just I keep seeing them all...lying there."

Owen nodded, watching him. "Makes you feel angry?"

"With myself,"

"That's to be expected," said Owen. "What else?"

"Fear." he murmured, "That it'll happen again."

"Also normal," Owen nodded. "I'm not going to tell you to get over that, fears a good thing, considering where we work." He tilted his head watching him. "Have you been out this house, since it happened?"

He frowned softly, "I went to the hub once."

"Not the Hub," said Owen. "Into Cardiff. On the streets where it happened."

He frowned and shook his head.

Owen considered this, before nodding. "Right," he said. "Is one of the Jack's home?"

He shook his head, "The captain might be taking a nap, Gethin kept him up last night."

"Hm," said Owen. "Right, grab the pram, we're going out. The three of us."

"Owen no..."

"Owen yes," said Owen, standing. "You keep moving between here and the Hub, and agoraphobia is gonna set in. You want to be able to take Gethin to the park, don't you?"

"Yes but...does it have to be now?"

"Yep," said Owen, offering him a smile. "This is a date. You and me, taking Gethin out for a walk to give him some fresh air so he'll sleep better."

He frowned, "I don't want to freak out in front of him."

"You won't," said Owen. "Because I'll be there."

He frowned softly, "Alright..."

"See, grab the pram and set it up, because the only way I can do them is through swearing and pram-violence, and I'll grab the kid," said Owen.

He stood up, "we have an old fashioned baby carriage," he replied. "I'll get it." he murmured leaving the room.

"Same thing," chuckled Owen, moving upstairs, picking up Gethin gently and wrapping him up warm. "Hallo, squirt," he said gently, carrying him downstairs with a soft smile. "You want to go for a stroll? Bet you do."

Ianto looked at him, his coat on and buttoned up as he smiled at him from the bottom of the stairs. "You're a natural."

Owen blinked up. "Natural wot?" he asked, putting Gethin gently into the carriage.

"Father," he teased

"Oh," Owen smiled and shrugged. "I'm good with kids, is all."

"Well it's good to know." he replied pulling back the covers in the bassinette

"Is it now?" he smiled. "If I'm babysitting, I expect to be paid in sex and/or beer."

He blushed, "I'm sure Jack will be very obliging." he teased

"Better not be just Jack," smirked Owen, opening the door.

He rolled his eyes, "You're just greedy."

"And?" he asked. "Come on, Jones, outside."

He frowned standing in the doorway looking out, "Right..."

Owen gave him a pointed look. "Want me to pick you up and carry you out?"

"No." He replied pushing the pram out and taking a step onto the pavement.

"See?" said Owen, offering him a smile. "You did the first step."

"Yes well I've managed to the road before." he murmured "I did need to get in the car."

"No car," said Owen, putting his hand on the pram, making Ianto walk with him. "Gethin needs the fresh air."

He frowned softly watching the people walk about.

"Fine but only for a few minutes"

"S'alright," Owen let his hand move a little, covering one of the Welshman's as they walked. "I'm here."

He looked at the hand and then at him in surprise, "Thanks," he murmured

"You're welcome," he offered Ianto a smile as they walked.

He smiled back before looking out at the street as they walked to the park

Owen turned his head, watching him with a small smile. "So, Jack stopped eating all the chocolate and getting hormonal now?"

"Yes," he murmured grateful for the distraction "I think he's so glad to have coffee again."

"I think we're all glad of that," chuckled Owen. "He was starting to get twitchy."

"He gets less twitch with coffee...I don't understand it."

"He's got a mild caffeine addiction," smirked Owen. "That's why."

"Mild...he's like a junkie."

"Nah, a junkie would be a lot worse," said Owen. "I'm keeping an eye on it. It's your fault anyway, making such good coffee."

He smiled, "You'd complain if it was anything less."

"Damn right I would," he laughed as they entered the park. "It's fucking good coffee."

He smiled before blinking once he'd realised how far they'd gotten.

"See?" Owen smiled. "Never doubt the power of Owen Harper."

"Right," he replied as a few kids ran past

"See, it's nice out," he said. "Fresh air will make Gethin sleep like a log."

"So long as he doesn't have hayfever."

"Not this time of year, 'To," said Owen with a chuckle.

"Still," he replied white knuckles tight on the handle squeezing Owen's gently.

Owen smiled, returning the squeeze. "S'alright," he said. "Deep breaths."

He frowned his hand tight as he breathed out slowly flashes of the dead appearing behind his eyelids

"It's alright," Owen murmured as they walked, leaning up to whisper gently in his ear. "Jus' focus on my voice, okay?"

He frowned looking at him gently leaning against him.

"There, it's alright," murmured Owen gently. "You're with me, and I won't let anything happen to you."

"I can see them, " he murmured

Owen placed a hand on Ianto's cheek, turning his head. "Then look at me," he said gently but firmly. "Jus' focus on me."

He turned his head watching him. "Alright..." he whispered chewing on his lip.

Dark brown eyes stayed locked on bright blue ones as he stopped them for a moment. "I'm here," he said. "Nothing is going to happen to you while I'm here, I promise."

He frowned softly looking around, "I shouldn't be here," he murmured

"Yes you should, oi, look at me," he said, turning Ianto's head to face him again. "You have every right. You're just a bloke, taking his son for a walk in the park."

He nodded, "Yeah..." he murmured his eyes closing for a moment.

"Come on, we'll let him see the ducks and then we'll go home," said Owen his thumb brushing Ianto's cheek gently.

He frowned, "This is hopeless." he murmured leaning into it.

"No, it's not," said Owen. "Told you, that is what we're going to do, just a few minutes."

He frowned looking out at the grass, "Just a few..."

Owen turned his head to look at him again. "Just a few minutes. You can do this."

He nodded pushing the carriage to the where he knew the water would be.

Owen smiled, bringing them to a stop as the ducks quacked about in the water. "See? You're fine," he murmured, keeping eye contact.

He nodded, his hands starting to shake as the images came back.

Owen squeezed one hand still looking at him. "Shhhhh," he said. "You're safe. Nothing's going to happen. Everything is okay. I'm here."

He frowned softly letting go of the handle as he flinched.

Owen put one hand on the handle to steady it, keeping his eyes on Ianto. "Shhhhhhh," he whispered. "Concentrate on me, forget everyone else, there's just you and me and Gethin."

His eyes widened his fingers grasping his arms tightly as he trembled the images flashing behind his eyes, as they filled up

"Ianto," Owen's voice was a little more firm this time. "Stay with me. You hear?"

His eyes closed tight as he clung to him his face buried in Owen's shoulder

Owen held him close, rubbing his back gently. "Shhhhhh," he said. "You're safe, Pet."

He bit his lip his body trembling. "I killed them all."

"No, the Master did," he said. "Remember, Ianto, you're safe here. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

He shivered holding onto him tight, his head pulling back to see if he meant it

Owen offered him a smile, kissing his forehead. "See? I'll look after you, Pet."

He sniffed softly before he leaned in kissing him softly.

Owen smiled, returning the kiss gently, his hand brushing soothingly over Ianto's cheek.

He frowned softly closing his eyes as he tucked his head in.

"Come on, Pet," Owen murmured gently. "Lets get you home, yeah?"

He frowned and nodded sniffing gently and collecting himself as he straightened. He pulled down his waistcoat smoothing it as he pulled the pram away from the water.

Owen smiled, following him, resting his hand on Ianto's again as they walked. "I'm proud of you, Pet."

He shrugged, "Yeah...lets just get back." he murmured

"Okay, take it slow," he said gently as they walked out of the park.

He took a deep breath, "I'\m fine," he reassured as he continued to walk

"Yes, you are," said Owen, leading him through the streets. "Told you, just a bloke taking his kid out."

"Yeah...we couldn't look more gay right now."

"Oi, watch it!" laughed Owen. "Remember who you're talking to."

“Right now we look like two men taking our son for a walk..." He replied looking at him pointedly.

"Well...okay, yeah," said Owen. "That doesn't mean we're prancing. I don't prance."

"That doesn't matter, we have a baby, that trumps prancing."

"How does that trump prancing?" he laughed.

He smiled a little as they walked onto the pavement, "Babies trump everything, look at the faces of any girls walking past if you don't believe me

Owen arched a brow, peering at a pair of young women walking past. They smiled at Gethin, then smiled knowing at Ianto and Owen.
"...Aww bollocks!"

Ianto laughed and kissed his temple openly "Live with it dear." he announced camply.

Owen eyed him. "You really want a slap," he said with a smirk.

He smiled coughing as he pushed the carriage, "Please not in front of the baby."

"You wicked bastard," Owen chuckled, shaking his head as they walked.

"Yet you still fancy me...masochist obviously.

"Have we met? I'm Owen Harper," Owen smirked, then leaned up by his ear. "And you've made it all the way home."

He blinked and looked up in surprise "Oh...we have..."

Owen smiled, kissing his jaw. "See? Told you, you could do it."

He nodded before smiling as he pulled the carriage up the stairs and into the hall.

Owen stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Feel better?"

He nodded taking Gethin out of the carrier and into the kitchen. After feeding the baby he looked at Owen, "Thank You.”

"Hey, you're welcome," Owen shrugged, leaning on the door. "It's what I do."

"What pull unwilling Welshman into the park to set off gaydar everywhere?" he asked amused before motioning Owen to follow him as he carried the baby upstairs and changed him.

Owen chuckled, following him. "No, making people feel better," he said.

“Ah yes, that is what you do," he murmured tucking the baby in the crib setting the alien mobile on as soft muted light circled around the room and soft music played.

Owen leaned on the doorframe, watching them with a small smile. "You did good, today, though, you should be proud of yourself."

He rolled his eyes, "What walking out of the door?" He asked slipping out of the room.

"Yes, walking out the door," said Owen, following him. "After everything you've been through, it took a lot of guts."

He looked at him before sighing as he ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall. "I suppose."

"I more than suppose, I know, and I'm telling you," Owen smirked. "So there."

He rolled his eyes amused watching him quietly, "Alright," he murmured the younger man sighing and ducking his head

"That's better," said Owen. "Give yourself some credit, 'To."

He smiled fondly at the nickname, "You know no one else names me after a body part"

"Well, I'm different, and I'm taking the piss out of your taffy name," Owen smiled.

"Barrow boy." he murmured

"Oi, enough of that," he smiled fondly.

He smiled looking at him, "I'm glad you came." he murmured

"I am some use then?" he smiled.

"Limited use."

"Oi, I'll piss off if you keep being arsey with me," he smirked.

"No you won't, you didn't get paid," he pointed out he replied amused

Owen arched a brow. "Paid?"

He smiled, "Well if you don't remember..."

Owen smirked, leaning on the wall. "What do you think?" he teased.

"I think you don't." he teased walking away

"Oi!" frowned Owen, reaching out to grab his wrist gently. "Not playing fair."

Ianto stilled amused and turned his head to look at him, "Am I not?"

"You know you're not, you smug bastard," he laughed.

He grinned and shrugged, "Well there's not a lot you can do about it is there?"

"Hmmm, guess not," said Owen, smiling and playing with his wrist.

He smiled softly watching him lifting Owen's hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss on it.

Owen chuckled, shaking his head. "Gone soft, Jones," he said affectionately.

"Never Harper," he teased

"Oh, I think so," he smirked.

Really?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Definitely," he grinned. "Getting soft and domestic."

"Too soft for you then?"

"Didn't say that," said Owen.

"You inferred it," he murmured with a smile

"Now you're making things up," Owen chuckled.

I am not," he chuckled pulling him closer

Owen grinned, letting himself be pulled in, looking up at him. "Are."

"Not." He whispered leaning down.

"Are," he whispered back, smiling as he moved closer.

He smiled tilting his head as he kissed him, his eyes closing gently.

Owen smiled into it, returning the kiss as he pressed him close.

Ianto sighed as he was pushed against the wall, deepening it as he pulled him close

Owen's tongue played gently across Ianto's as he kissed him deeply, his eyes closed happily.

Ianto smiled against his mouth "..Mmm wait...will Doyle be worried about you?"

"No, he knows where I am," Owen chuckled. "He's probably enjoying Tosh's company."

Ianto smiled against his mouth, "Good." he whispered pulling him out of the corridor into his bedroom.

Owen laughed as he was pulled along, bringing him into a deep kiss again.

The young Welshman laughed pulling him down on the bed and pulling him in close

Owen smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth gently, his fingers playing in Ianto's hair.

He sighed deepening it as he pulled off his suit jacket.

Owen pushed it off his shoulders, his fingers working on Ianto's shirt buttons, more gentle and less rushed than their first time.

Ianto smiled helping undo his waistcoat before he half sat up and removed his shoes

Owen chuckled, kicking off his boots in a more haphazard manner.

"Don't make a mess Ianto chastised taking off his socks.

"This is me we're talking about," he laughed against his lips.

He laughed unzipping his slacks before his hands peeled the clothes off Owen's back.

Owen chuckled, letting his clothes stay wherever they dropped as he leaned in to steal another kiss.

His hands palmed inside his shirt as he kissed him deeply, Owen's jeans were pulled down his hips as they rolled on the bed.

Owen laughed as he was rolled under the taller man, leaning up to nip the tip of his nose.

Ianto laughed supporting himself as he stole a hungry kiss.

Owen returned the kiss with a low purr, his hands running up Ianto's back.

The Welshman sighed throwing his jeans on the side before pulling down his own boxers his hands dragging up his legs

Owen shivered, whispering Ianto's nickname heatedly, his hips rising.

He groaned biting his jaw as his hand reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

Owen arched his jaw with a low groan, one hand skirting low to squeeze one of Ianto's cheeks.

He groaned with a chuckle pushing his rear up, "Eager."

"Always," smirked Owen, nipping his jaw.

He laughed dragging Owen's tongue into his mouth with a chuckle as he spread the gel over his fingers

Owen grinned, his tongue battling against the Welshman's as he pushed up.

He laughed his hand sliding firmly between his cheeks.

Owen shivered, shifting against his hand wantonly.

He groaned removing his hand before pushing his thighs up as he pushed inside.

The older man groaned, moving close as he kissed him deeply, murmuring his name softly.

Ianto groaned pulling him up close as he thrusted in.

Owen wrapped his legs around Ianto's waist, pulling him in deep.

He moved his head kissing up his neck as he tilted his hips pup pushing into him in time

Owen moaned, arching his neck back for him as his hand slid between them pumping gently.

Ianto groaned his hips rolling deep inside him as his hand joined Owen's pulling and tugging at him, their bodies burning on the covers

Owen growled softly pulling Ianto into a deep kiss as they moved, whimpering as he got closer to the edge.

Ianto groaned tugging and pulling at him as his thrusts sped up, soft grunts melting into Owen's ear.

Owen gasped, before clinging tightly to him, crying out as he released onto Ianto's hand, his eyes going black for a moment before going back to their soft brown.

Ianto shuddered crying out as he released deep within him holding onto him as he shuddered

Owen clung to him tightly as he rode it out, before panting softly, catching his breath as he snuggled in, moving to give the Welshman a gentle kiss.

Ianto smiled against his mouth panting for breath.

Owen lay back on the pillows, looking up at him with a soft smile, very different from his usual roguish grin.

Ianto smiled softly watching him his fingers carding through his hair. "Hello." he whispered against his mouth

"Hello to you, too," he smiled, kissing him gently.

He smiled kissing his bottom lip before looking back suddenly, at least we didn't wake the baby." he replied

"No, he'd be screaming by now," chuckled Owen, pausing for a moment, before pulling him in for a little cuddle.

Ianto smiled nuzzling him in, petting his hair gently as he doted on him.

Owen, despite himself, let out a soft purr, nuzzling in.

Ianto chuckled softly, "You're purring." he whispered. "Jack does that."

Owen coughed. "Sorry...wevil thing, "he ducked his head.

"I like it." he murmured kissing the Crown of his head.

"Yeah?" he asked with a small smile.

Yeah," he whispered kissing him deeply

Owen smiled, returning the kiss before snuggling up, his fingers playing on the Welshman's shoulders. "....Ianto?"

"Hmmm?" he asked into his hair softly.

"I....umm..." Owen frowned. "Don't freak out or feel obligated or anything..."

His smile widened a little amused, "Alright..."

Owen chewed his lip, gathering his courage. "...I love you," he murmured softly.

Ianto blinked at him, "Oh..." he whispered against his cheek

Owen cleared his throat. "No freaking, remember?"

"I'm...I'm not freaking," he murmured soothingly. "It's just a shock...but thank you." he whispered

"Yeah," Owen tried to hide his face in the Welshman's shoulder. "Sorry, I have crap timing."

He smiled kissing the crown of his head, "Why is it crap timing?"

"Because I always end up falling head over arse too soon and it weirds people out," Owen mumbled against Ianto's skin.

He shrugged, "Well I was rather expecting it ten years from now." he whispered

Owen blinked, then looked at Ianto. "Hello, have we met? My name's Owen."

Ianto smiled, "Were you a premature baby?"

Owen looked at Ianto quizzically. "Is that your smart-arse way of asking if I'm thick?"

“No just that you seem early at things”

Owen smiled and shrugged. "Dunno, me and mum never talk about things like that....or anything, actually."

He shrugged, "Well you're pushy," he murmured

Owen smirked. "I have a healthy disrespect for figures of authority."

He smiled, "You shoot them," he murmured

"On a regular basis, yes," grinned Owen.

He smothered a smile, "I shot you."

"Yes, and it fucking hurt, you bastard," he chuckled.

He smiled, "You were being a bastard,"

"So were you!" he laughed.

"I didn't call you a part time shag."

"Okay, so I was more than a bastard, but you still shouldn't have shot me."

"You were going to kill us all." He murmured with a sigh burrowing in with a kiss

Owen returned the kiss. "I didn't say I wasn't being stupid."

He smiled cuddling him, "Oh well." he murmured

"Hmfh," Owen smirked.

He chuckled, "What you want me to say you weren't being stupid?" he asked amused

"No," Owen poked him

"Alright I won't," He chuckled stroking his side

"Alright then" replied Owen, nuzzling in.

He chuckled, "Idiot." he murmured kissing him

"Tosser," Owen responded, kissing him back.

He smirked against his mouth cheekily

Owen chuckled, deepening the kiss. "Taff."

"Barrow boy." He murmured into it pulling him close.

Owen grinned, letting himself be pulled in.

He deepened it slowly his hands tangling in his hair

Owen sighed, happily returning the deeper kiss.

He smiled rolling Owen on top, his hand sliding down playing with the essex boy.

Owen groaned, shivering at his touch. "Still want more?"

"The question is do you?" he whispered

Owen chuckled, nipping at the Welshman's jaw. "Always."

He laughed pulling the bedclothes over them soft chuckles rising up.