Fic: Both Hands on the Wheel, Mr. Jones
Title: Both Hands on the Wheel, Mr. Jones
Characters: Ianto, Sulu, Jack
Rating: PG-13. I really wanted to go there, but they had other ideas ;3;
Pairings: Ianto/Sulu
Word Count: 3235. Yes, I am long-winded. Such is not news.
Summary: Ianto's day, as everything in his life, doesn't go according to plans...
Notes: I wanted to make this a perfect combo of smut and fluff, but the characters had other ideas, so it ended up more fluffy yet again. Some day, I'll get it right, but that might not be until they get there in-game. ;3; In the meanwhile, this was cranked out pretty fast, so I'm sure there are some errors, but even still.
Tell me what you think? ;3; Comments/reactions are always encouraged and more than welcome. Make me a happy writer, yeah?
"Have we tried freezing it?"
Ianto shot Jack a look that said as much as the next words out of his mouth. "Are you serious?"
Jack shrugged. "What? Wouldn't hurt, right? We've tried staking, shooting, burning, beheading... Every trick in the book, and this thing just won't stay down. Besides, don't you have a date tonight?"
Ianto flushed. As a matter of fact he did. He'd forgotten in the chaos. He'd come into work in time to join Jack in tracking down a signal of rift activity that'd flared up across town. Hostile alien, but only one, so they didn't see the sense in calling Gwen in, reports saying it looked human enough that two should be enough. And it had. Or so they'd thought. Led them on a merry goose chase through a warehouse and down the street before Jack nailed it with a bullet to the heart, and it'd automatically turned to dust, which was odd, but job well done. As Ianto went to the SUV to get the containment unit to collect the dust, however, it'd pieced itself back together (somehow) and run off again. Now, seven hours after the fact, they'd managed to get it into the Hub, but they still had the problem that there was probably eight minutes of down time before the thing was up and running after they'd killed it, and they hadn't figured out a way to kill it for good, yet.
"Well. Yes, but. I can't very well leave you here with this thing and go off and relax, now can I?" He sighed, and reached into his pocket for his mobile, eying the pile of dust warily. "I'll... I'll just call him and say that we have to reschedule, or something..."
"No, no, no," Jack said, putting a hand on Ianto's arm to still him, his other hand holding Ianto's stopwatch, ticking away the seconds until their annoying charge reconstituted itself. "You've been looking forward to this. Don't think I haven't noticed. You even asked me which Bond movie to show, which is ridiculous, it means that you're just worrying, you know you know them better than me. And if you're worrying, that means it's important, so." He squeezed Ianto's arm where he had a grip on it. "We'll get this done and have you out of here in time, alright?"
Ianto nodded, and prepared himself for the next time their annoying intruder regenerated himself. And much to his surprise, freezing had worked. It'd taken almost another hour to get the thing down to the cryogenics unit to freeze it, then back up to check that there were no vital signs (leaving Jack down there in the meantime to make sure that the thing had stayed dead while he ran to the computer). But it had, and Ianto'd gone home with just enough time to order a pizza, take a quick shower, and change into more comfortable clothes before the delivery arrived.
Ianto flopped on the sofa, the pizza in front of him on the coffee table, waiting for Sulu to get there, and he suddenly felt very exhausted. Maybe he should have... No. Not when he'd been planning this for weeks, not when they'd already scheduled it back twice for job related hold-ups. He stood, going to make himself a coffee to help wake up, moving back to the sofa and managing a couple sips before the doorbell rang. He rose, mug in hand to greet Sulu at the door, putting the mug down on the table by the door before opening it. "Hey, you," Sulu said, with a smile.
Ianto grinned back, taking Sulu by the hand and dragging him into the flat. "Hey to you too," he said, before leaning in for a welcome kiss. He leaned back, flushing, knowing that that wasn't something they did all the time, but not regretting it at all.
Sulu chuckled at him. "Wow. To what do I owe the occasion, then?" he asked, with a smile at Ianto, surprised by the greeting but pleased with it as well.
Ianto blushed again. "Well. It's been a long day, and we've been waiting for this for a while, now, and..." He blushed deeper, lowering his eyes. "I've missed you. I'm happy to see you."
Sulu moved a hand under Ianto's chin to bring his head up and lay a chaste kiss on his lips, before pulling back to look in his eyes, his smile wide and warm. "I happy to see you too." His eyes happened to look beyond Ianto, and they lit up with a whole different light. "...is that a pizza?" he asked.
Ianto turned to look where Sulu was, and smiled. "Yep. Pepperoni and bacon. I didn't know what you liked, but just plain cheese is boring, so. I got what I like. Haven't met a person yet to turn their nose down at it, so. I, ehm. I hope you don't mind."
Sulu shook his head. "Not at all." He stepped back, walking over to the pizza to open the box and look in, practically salivating over it. "Oh man. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a real, honest to god pizza, and not just the odd replicated slice here and there?"
Ianto trailed behind him, with a smirk. "Judging by this reaction, I'd say that the answer would be somewhere along the lines of 'too long', am I right?"
Sulu grinned at him, before turning back to the pizza. He reached forward to grab a slice, before pausing. "You're not going to make me use a plate or utensils, are you?"
Ianto shook his head. "Wouldn't dream of it. My only condition here is that you use a napkin afterwards."
"Conditions that I can live with," Sulu said, before reaching forward and grabbing a slice. He bit into it, and shut his eyes for a moment, nodding as he chewed, just enjoying himself. "Oh, yeah. I can keep you. You're good."
Ianto snorted and moved to join him, grabbing a slice himself before situating himself on the sofa, Sulu moving to do the same. Between the two of them, being two healthy young men, they managed to finish the entire thing, keeping up small talk all the while about nothing in particular. As Ianto returned from disposing of the pizza box, Sulu had made himself more comfortable, his jacket thrown over the arm of the sofa, his shoes off in the corner by the door with Ianto's own. "So. Bond, then," he said.
Ianto nodded, going to find the DVD. "Yes, Bond. It's a crime that you've never seen one before, one that can't keep on." Finding the one he was looking for, Ianto slipped it out of the case and into the player, moving to join Sulu on the sofa.
Sulu turned to him with an eyebrow raised as the credits started to play. "Any reason in particular you chose this one?" he asked, turning back to the screen, where the multi-colored dots had been replaced by dancing silhouettes, a film technique that was really very dated even for the 21st century, let alone when Sulu came from.
"Whatever judgments you're passing right now, you can shut it," Ianto said, though good-naturedly. "Yes, it's old. But it's a classic. There's a plot against the American space program, I thought you'd enjoy it. Plus...it's the first in the series," he said, with a shrug as though that didn't mean anything, when it really did. And Sulu recognized that shrug, so he prodded it.
"Oh yeah? What's so great about it being the first, then?" he asked, playing dumb, which Ianto recognized, but damned if he wasn't going to rise to the bait anyway.
Ianto looked away. "Well, I thought that... I mean, I have all of the movies, so..." He blushed a bright crimson.
Sulu grinned wider. "Ianto Jones, you really do think of everything, don't you?"
Ianto raised his head and smiled sheepishly at the other. "I try my best. Now. Be quiet and watch the movie." And Sulu did.
Ianto, having seen the film countless times, started to drift. Fortunately for him, Sulu broke him out of it with another question. "What kind of an accent is this supposed to be anyway?"
"Hm?" Ianto asked. "Oh, well. Scottish, I think. Or well. I don't rightly know. Possibly a mix of several. If it was real Scottish, I don't think anyone'd be able to understand it at all. 'S better than Welsh, at least I think. I mean, 'Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger'," he said, right before Bond in the movie said those exact lines. "See? It's much better when he does it."
Sulu smirked, amused that Ianto knew the movie word for word. He was obviously going to have to bug the other about that later. All in due time, though. He found himself unconsciously shifting closer to Ianto. "I don't know. I kind of like it better when you do it." In that moment, a feeling of boldness washed over him, so he went with it, hoping for the best. "I always have been kind of a sucker for the accent, after all."
Ianto blushed, but wasn't offended by it or anything. Quite the opposite in fact. The movie played on in the background, momentarily forgotten. "Yes, well. You Americans and your flair for the exotic..." He shifted closer to Sulu as well. "I'm not complaining. At least that means I know that you'll always listen to what I have to say..."
"Oh, I'll be listening. I might not catch a word of it, but I'll definitely be listening. It's like Jack's said. It's...it's all about the vowels and consonants..." He brought a hand up to play with the buttons on Ianto's shirt.
"Is that so?" Ianto puts a hand to the back of Sulu's hair, and the other man shivers as he nods in response.
It wasn't quite clear who made the first move. Adding physicality was still pretty new to their relationship, though Ianto isn't sure it'll ever get tired and old. It certainly hasn't with Jack, years after the fact, so the situation looks promising. Simply all of a sudden Ianto was on top of Sulu, stretched out on the couch as Sulu's toppled backwards with the force of the kiss, Ianto's shirt gathered in Sulu's hand in a fashion that almost made it seem as if he's the one who pulled Ianto that way. It didn't matter to Ianto, though. He was enjoying the feeling of Sulu's body underneath his, the warmth of his touch... Ianto wanted closer to him. Wanted to climb inside that warmth and never let go.
"Is this alright?" he asked, pulling out of the kiss to whisper softly in Sulu's ear. Sulu shivered again at how close Ianto was, and nodded. Ianto saw that as further invitation. "Brilliant," he said, enunciating the final 't' as he ran his other hand under Sulu's shirt, turning his head to seek out the side of Sulu's neck, nuzzling him gently, before laying a soft kiss over his pulse point. Sulu hummed appreciatively, doing his part to crane his neck for better access, his hands coming to rest on the small of Ianto's back, just holding him there.
Ianto kissed and nipped the area exploringly. It really was pretty new to them, and though it was hardly their first date, he really didn't want to rush things if he could help it. It was just that Sulu looked so enticing, spread out underneath him, and well. Maybe a little figuring each other out wouldn't be too bad, right? He didn't get very much further, though, before Ianto's mobile rang, startling both of them out of the mood as they both jumped and consequentially knocked heads together, Sulu's forehead hitting Ianto's temple. "Ow! Sorry, sorry," Ianto apologized, knowing that he'd had the phone set so that only a call from Jack would come through as he fumbled for the phone in his pocket. He propped himself up, Sulu looking up from where Ianto was lying on top of him, amused if not a little frustrated with the call.
"Hello? Jack? What is it? Is everything alright?" Ianto asked.
"Y'know, I actually called to ask the same thing," Jack's voice rang on the other end, and Ianto could hear the smile. Oh, he was going to kill the other man. He really was.
"...you rang to check up on me..." he said, deadpanning.
"Well, you know. Wanted to make sure you'd gotten home, he'd gotten there, that sort of thing."
"...Jack. I am going to hang up on you right now, and if you call me again it'd better be for something important next time." Though Ianto didn't raise his voice, the point that he was far from amused rang through, even if he did hear Jack chuckling at him from the other end as he ended the call. Ianto sighed, looking back down at Sulu. "I'm... I'm sorry. That was Jack. He. He's a bloody nuisance, is what he is."
Sulu nodded at him. "I got that."
Ianto shook his head. "I'm sorry that he interrupted. I really didn't think that he'd call and be annoying tonight. Obviously I was mistaken. I. I mean, I could try and start up where we left off. I mean, if you'd like, that is. Or..." Ianto really wasn't feeling it anymore, though. He was tired, and frustrated, and nearing the end of his rope, there.
Sulu watched as Ianto fumbled for what to do, obviously startled out of his previous mood. "You know, it's alright," he said. "We can just watch the movie, honest. I promise I'll behave."
Ianto colored. "Are you sure? I mean. I would've... If Jack hadn't interrupted, maybe..."
Sulu shook his head. "It's fine. More than fine. Here." He plucked the phone from Ianto's grip, awkwardly fumbling to put it on the table, before pulling Ianto down on top of him. "We're here. Might as well enjoy the current positioning and all, right?"
Ianto raised an eyebrow, smiling, both bemused at how Sulu could be so nonchalant about everything and thanking every god he could think of that he'd met this wonderful, understanding man. "You sure?" he asked, shifting so that Sulu could get more comfortable underneath him, before lying back down, his head on Sulu's chest.
"Positive," Sulu said, reaching up to run a hand through Ianto's hair and turning back to the movie. They'd missed about 5 minutes, but only 20 minutes into the movie, that wasn't too bad. Ianto quickly filled him in on the missing scenes, anyway.
Half an hour later, Sulu noticed that Ianto'd been suspiciously quiet for a while, there, and craned his neck to ask if the other was comfortable when he noticed that he'd fallen asleep. They'd adjusted their positioning slightly, knowing that Sulu needed to breathe and Ianto was not a heavy man, but he was taller and therefore just bigger than the helmsman, and so Sulu had found himself propped up against the arm of the sofa, Ianto's head on his chest, Sulu's hand in his hair. Perhaps it was the hand in his hair that did him in. Or maybe it was how warm Sulu was beneath him. Or possibly the fact that he was running on empty, exhausted from a long day at work, and no matter how much he wanted, he couldn't stay awake, but regardless, Ianto'd fallen asleep. And Sulu, no matter how uncomfortable he was from the positioning, really didn't want to wake him up. He didn't want to try and watch the rest of the movie without Ianto to keep him entertained, though, so he compromised.
Reaching out a hand, he shook Ianto's shoulder. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me yet..." he said, but Ianto was out. Really, very deeply asleep. The kind of sleep that kids at sleepovers would take advantage of and draw mustaches and monocles on a kid's face during. Sulu sighed, knowing that the fact Ianto was dead to the world meant that he was missing something. He shifted, shaking Ianto's shoulder a little harder. "Ianto, c'mon. Wake up."
Ianto groaned, picking up his head to blink groggily at Sulu. Sulu? Oh yeah. He sat up, raising a hand to rub at his eyes, the other running through his hair awkwardly. "Sorry. I... I must've dozed off there."
Sulu sat up too, raising an eyebrow. "You were pretty much out cold there, you know. Are you alright?"
Ianto shrugged it off. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Long day at work, is all." He couldn't hold back the jaw-popping yawn that followed.
Alright, that was it. Sulu reached forward and grabbed the remote, stopping the movie that neither of them had really been watching anyway. "You should go to bed. C'mon." He stood, moving to pull Ianto up from the sofa as well, who came without hesitation. It was only when Ianto had finally registered what that meant, as Sulu started to guide him up the stairs, that Ianto paused.
"Wait," he said. "I'm sorry. There was an incident with an invincible vampire." Sulu shot him a look. "It means that it wouldn't stay dead until we froze it I. I was going to tell you about it, but then. Then it just slipped my mind. Don't... Don't leave?" Ianto realized that he wasn't going to stay conscious for very much longer, but. "I'm. I'm sorry that I've ruined tonight. I...I'd been planning it for a while. Things... Things just came up at work. Please, stay? I mean, if you want to. I just. I really didn't want to ruin tonight."
Sulu sighed again. "I'll stay. For as long as I can. You should've told me, though," he said, starting up the stairs again with Ianto in tow like a child. Really, though, that was what he'd been reduced to, not really having fully woken up. "I could've taken a rain check. Or... I don't know, we could've just put you to bed in the first place."
"You don't mind?" Ianto asked, climbing onto the bed as soon as they reached his room, not even bothering to think about changing.
"No," Sulu said, surprised to find that he didn't. "I really don't." Ianto blinked owlishly up at him, obviously fading again, but trying to fight it. Sulu shook his head, moving to join him, amused by how Ianto seemed to curl against him as soon as he got himself situated. "And hey. There'll be other times, alright?"
Ianto nodded against Sulu's shoulder. There would, he thought. There would be other times. He'd make sure of it.
"Hey, Ianto?" Sulu asked, shifting to look at the other, putting a hand over Ianto's as it rested on his chest, rubbing it to warm him and to help him focus. "D'you think...I could stay the night? I mean. I'll have to leave pretty early tomorrow, but. You know. You seem to wake up pretty early. We could do breakfast or something." His stomach flipped as he waited for an answer.
"...I'd love that," Ianto said, smiling at him. "I'd love it if you stayed. I can't promise I'm the best of cooks, but. I'm sure there's something to be had." The idea of waking up with Sulu, having breakfast with him, sitting down with a coffee and seeing the other man across the table set the butterflies going afresh in Ianto's insides.
"Great," Sulu said, grinning, and Ianto smiled back, settling against Sulu's shoulder once more.
"You know, you're pretty comfortable to lie on..."
A snort. "Go to sleep, Ianto." And he did.
Characters: Ianto, Sulu, Jack
Rating: PG-13. I really wanted to go there, but they had other ideas ;3;
Pairings: Ianto/Sulu
Word Count: 3235. Yes, I am long-winded. Such is not news.
Summary: Ianto's day, as everything in his life, doesn't go according to plans...
Notes: I wanted to make this a perfect combo of smut and fluff, but the characters had other ideas, so it ended up more fluffy yet again. Some day, I'll get it right, but that might not be until they get there in-game. ;3; In the meanwhile, this was cranked out pretty fast, so I'm sure there are some errors, but even still.
Tell me what you think? ;3; Comments/reactions are always encouraged and more than welcome. Make me a happy writer, yeah?
"Have we tried freezing it?"
Ianto shot Jack a look that said as much as the next words out of his mouth. "Are you serious?"
Jack shrugged. "What? Wouldn't hurt, right? We've tried staking, shooting, burning, beheading... Every trick in the book, and this thing just won't stay down. Besides, don't you have a date tonight?"
Ianto flushed. As a matter of fact he did. He'd forgotten in the chaos. He'd come into work in time to join Jack in tracking down a signal of rift activity that'd flared up across town. Hostile alien, but only one, so they didn't see the sense in calling Gwen in, reports saying it looked human enough that two should be enough. And it had. Or so they'd thought. Led them on a merry goose chase through a warehouse and down the street before Jack nailed it with a bullet to the heart, and it'd automatically turned to dust, which was odd, but job well done. As Ianto went to the SUV to get the containment unit to collect the dust, however, it'd pieced itself back together (somehow) and run off again. Now, seven hours after the fact, they'd managed to get it into the Hub, but they still had the problem that there was probably eight minutes of down time before the thing was up and running after they'd killed it, and they hadn't figured out a way to kill it for good, yet.
"Well. Yes, but. I can't very well leave you here with this thing and go off and relax, now can I?" He sighed, and reached into his pocket for his mobile, eying the pile of dust warily. "I'll... I'll just call him and say that we have to reschedule, or something..."
"No, no, no," Jack said, putting a hand on Ianto's arm to still him, his other hand holding Ianto's stopwatch, ticking away the seconds until their annoying charge reconstituted itself. "You've been looking forward to this. Don't think I haven't noticed. You even asked me which Bond movie to show, which is ridiculous, it means that you're just worrying, you know you know them better than me. And if you're worrying, that means it's important, so." He squeezed Ianto's arm where he had a grip on it. "We'll get this done and have you out of here in time, alright?"
Ianto nodded, and prepared himself for the next time their annoying intruder regenerated himself. And much to his surprise, freezing had worked. It'd taken almost another hour to get the thing down to the cryogenics unit to freeze it, then back up to check that there were no vital signs (leaving Jack down there in the meantime to make sure that the thing had stayed dead while he ran to the computer). But it had, and Ianto'd gone home with just enough time to order a pizza, take a quick shower, and change into more comfortable clothes before the delivery arrived.
Ianto flopped on the sofa, the pizza in front of him on the coffee table, waiting for Sulu to get there, and he suddenly felt very exhausted. Maybe he should have... No. Not when he'd been planning this for weeks, not when they'd already scheduled it back twice for job related hold-ups. He stood, going to make himself a coffee to help wake up, moving back to the sofa and managing a couple sips before the doorbell rang. He rose, mug in hand to greet Sulu at the door, putting the mug down on the table by the door before opening it. "Hey, you," Sulu said, with a smile.
Ianto grinned back, taking Sulu by the hand and dragging him into the flat. "Hey to you too," he said, before leaning in for a welcome kiss. He leaned back, flushing, knowing that that wasn't something they did all the time, but not regretting it at all.
Sulu chuckled at him. "Wow. To what do I owe the occasion, then?" he asked, with a smile at Ianto, surprised by the greeting but pleased with it as well.
Ianto blushed again. "Well. It's been a long day, and we've been waiting for this for a while, now, and..." He blushed deeper, lowering his eyes. "I've missed you. I'm happy to see you."
Sulu moved a hand under Ianto's chin to bring his head up and lay a chaste kiss on his lips, before pulling back to look in his eyes, his smile wide and warm. "I happy to see you too." His eyes happened to look beyond Ianto, and they lit up with a whole different light. "...is that a pizza?" he asked.
Ianto turned to look where Sulu was, and smiled. "Yep. Pepperoni and bacon. I didn't know what you liked, but just plain cheese is boring, so. I got what I like. Haven't met a person yet to turn their nose down at it, so. I, ehm. I hope you don't mind."
Sulu shook his head. "Not at all." He stepped back, walking over to the pizza to open the box and look in, practically salivating over it. "Oh man. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a real, honest to god pizza, and not just the odd replicated slice here and there?"
Ianto trailed behind him, with a smirk. "Judging by this reaction, I'd say that the answer would be somewhere along the lines of 'too long', am I right?"
Sulu grinned at him, before turning back to the pizza. He reached forward to grab a slice, before pausing. "You're not going to make me use a plate or utensils, are you?"
Ianto shook his head. "Wouldn't dream of it. My only condition here is that you use a napkin afterwards."
"Conditions that I can live with," Sulu said, before reaching forward and grabbing a slice. He bit into it, and shut his eyes for a moment, nodding as he chewed, just enjoying himself. "Oh, yeah. I can keep you. You're good."
Ianto snorted and moved to join him, grabbing a slice himself before situating himself on the sofa, Sulu moving to do the same. Between the two of them, being two healthy young men, they managed to finish the entire thing, keeping up small talk all the while about nothing in particular. As Ianto returned from disposing of the pizza box, Sulu had made himself more comfortable, his jacket thrown over the arm of the sofa, his shoes off in the corner by the door with Ianto's own. "So. Bond, then," he said.
Ianto nodded, going to find the DVD. "Yes, Bond. It's a crime that you've never seen one before, one that can't keep on." Finding the one he was looking for, Ianto slipped it out of the case and into the player, moving to join Sulu on the sofa.
Sulu turned to him with an eyebrow raised as the credits started to play. "Any reason in particular you chose this one?" he asked, turning back to the screen, where the multi-colored dots had been replaced by dancing silhouettes, a film technique that was really very dated even for the 21st century, let alone when Sulu came from.
"Whatever judgments you're passing right now, you can shut it," Ianto said, though good-naturedly. "Yes, it's old. But it's a classic. There's a plot against the American space program, I thought you'd enjoy it. Plus...it's the first in the series," he said, with a shrug as though that didn't mean anything, when it really did. And Sulu recognized that shrug, so he prodded it.
"Oh yeah? What's so great about it being the first, then?" he asked, playing dumb, which Ianto recognized, but damned if he wasn't going to rise to the bait anyway.
Ianto looked away. "Well, I thought that... I mean, I have all of the movies, so..." He blushed a bright crimson.
Sulu grinned wider. "Ianto Jones, you really do think of everything, don't you?"
Ianto raised his head and smiled sheepishly at the other. "I try my best. Now. Be quiet and watch the movie." And Sulu did.
Ianto, having seen the film countless times, started to drift. Fortunately for him, Sulu broke him out of it with another question. "What kind of an accent is this supposed to be anyway?"
"Hm?" Ianto asked. "Oh, well. Scottish, I think. Or well. I don't rightly know. Possibly a mix of several. If it was real Scottish, I don't think anyone'd be able to understand it at all. 'S better than Welsh, at least I think. I mean, 'Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger'," he said, right before Bond in the movie said those exact lines. "See? It's much better when he does it."
Sulu smirked, amused that Ianto knew the movie word for word. He was obviously going to have to bug the other about that later. All in due time, though. He found himself unconsciously shifting closer to Ianto. "I don't know. I kind of like it better when you do it." In that moment, a feeling of boldness washed over him, so he went with it, hoping for the best. "I always have been kind of a sucker for the accent, after all."
Ianto blushed, but wasn't offended by it or anything. Quite the opposite in fact. The movie played on in the background, momentarily forgotten. "Yes, well. You Americans and your flair for the exotic..." He shifted closer to Sulu as well. "I'm not complaining. At least that means I know that you'll always listen to what I have to say..."
"Oh, I'll be listening. I might not catch a word of it, but I'll definitely be listening. It's like Jack's said. It's...it's all about the vowels and consonants..." He brought a hand up to play with the buttons on Ianto's shirt.
"Is that so?" Ianto puts a hand to the back of Sulu's hair, and the other man shivers as he nods in response.
It wasn't quite clear who made the first move. Adding physicality was still pretty new to their relationship, though Ianto isn't sure it'll ever get tired and old. It certainly hasn't with Jack, years after the fact, so the situation looks promising. Simply all of a sudden Ianto was on top of Sulu, stretched out on the couch as Sulu's toppled backwards with the force of the kiss, Ianto's shirt gathered in Sulu's hand in a fashion that almost made it seem as if he's the one who pulled Ianto that way. It didn't matter to Ianto, though. He was enjoying the feeling of Sulu's body underneath his, the warmth of his touch... Ianto wanted closer to him. Wanted to climb inside that warmth and never let go.
"Is this alright?" he asked, pulling out of the kiss to whisper softly in Sulu's ear. Sulu shivered again at how close Ianto was, and nodded. Ianto saw that as further invitation. "Brilliant," he said, enunciating the final 't' as he ran his other hand under Sulu's shirt, turning his head to seek out the side of Sulu's neck, nuzzling him gently, before laying a soft kiss over his pulse point. Sulu hummed appreciatively, doing his part to crane his neck for better access, his hands coming to rest on the small of Ianto's back, just holding him there.
Ianto kissed and nipped the area exploringly. It really was pretty new to them, and though it was hardly their first date, he really didn't want to rush things if he could help it. It was just that Sulu looked so enticing, spread out underneath him, and well. Maybe a little figuring each other out wouldn't be too bad, right? He didn't get very much further, though, before Ianto's mobile rang, startling both of them out of the mood as they both jumped and consequentially knocked heads together, Sulu's forehead hitting Ianto's temple. "Ow! Sorry, sorry," Ianto apologized, knowing that he'd had the phone set so that only a call from Jack would come through as he fumbled for the phone in his pocket. He propped himself up, Sulu looking up from where Ianto was lying on top of him, amused if not a little frustrated with the call.
"Hello? Jack? What is it? Is everything alright?" Ianto asked.
"Y'know, I actually called to ask the same thing," Jack's voice rang on the other end, and Ianto could hear the smile. Oh, he was going to kill the other man. He really was.
"...you rang to check up on me..." he said, deadpanning.
"Well, you know. Wanted to make sure you'd gotten home, he'd gotten there, that sort of thing."
"...Jack. I am going to hang up on you right now, and if you call me again it'd better be for something important next time." Though Ianto didn't raise his voice, the point that he was far from amused rang through, even if he did hear Jack chuckling at him from the other end as he ended the call. Ianto sighed, looking back down at Sulu. "I'm... I'm sorry. That was Jack. He. He's a bloody nuisance, is what he is."
Sulu nodded at him. "I got that."
Ianto shook his head. "I'm sorry that he interrupted. I really didn't think that he'd call and be annoying tonight. Obviously I was mistaken. I. I mean, I could try and start up where we left off. I mean, if you'd like, that is. Or..." Ianto really wasn't feeling it anymore, though. He was tired, and frustrated, and nearing the end of his rope, there.
Sulu watched as Ianto fumbled for what to do, obviously startled out of his previous mood. "You know, it's alright," he said. "We can just watch the movie, honest. I promise I'll behave."
Ianto colored. "Are you sure? I mean. I would've... If Jack hadn't interrupted, maybe..."
Sulu shook his head. "It's fine. More than fine. Here." He plucked the phone from Ianto's grip, awkwardly fumbling to put it on the table, before pulling Ianto down on top of him. "We're here. Might as well enjoy the current positioning and all, right?"
Ianto raised an eyebrow, smiling, both bemused at how Sulu could be so nonchalant about everything and thanking every god he could think of that he'd met this wonderful, understanding man. "You sure?" he asked, shifting so that Sulu could get more comfortable underneath him, before lying back down, his head on Sulu's chest.
"Positive," Sulu said, reaching up to run a hand through Ianto's hair and turning back to the movie. They'd missed about 5 minutes, but only 20 minutes into the movie, that wasn't too bad. Ianto quickly filled him in on the missing scenes, anyway.
Half an hour later, Sulu noticed that Ianto'd been suspiciously quiet for a while, there, and craned his neck to ask if the other was comfortable when he noticed that he'd fallen asleep. They'd adjusted their positioning slightly, knowing that Sulu needed to breathe and Ianto was not a heavy man, but he was taller and therefore just bigger than the helmsman, and so Sulu had found himself propped up against the arm of the sofa, Ianto's head on his chest, Sulu's hand in his hair. Perhaps it was the hand in his hair that did him in. Or maybe it was how warm Sulu was beneath him. Or possibly the fact that he was running on empty, exhausted from a long day at work, and no matter how much he wanted, he couldn't stay awake, but regardless, Ianto'd fallen asleep. And Sulu, no matter how uncomfortable he was from the positioning, really didn't want to wake him up. He didn't want to try and watch the rest of the movie without Ianto to keep him entertained, though, so he compromised.
Reaching out a hand, he shook Ianto's shoulder. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me yet..." he said, but Ianto was out. Really, very deeply asleep. The kind of sleep that kids at sleepovers would take advantage of and draw mustaches and monocles on a kid's face during. Sulu sighed, knowing that the fact Ianto was dead to the world meant that he was missing something. He shifted, shaking Ianto's shoulder a little harder. "Ianto, c'mon. Wake up."
Ianto groaned, picking up his head to blink groggily at Sulu. Sulu? Oh yeah. He sat up, raising a hand to rub at his eyes, the other running through his hair awkwardly. "Sorry. I... I must've dozed off there."
Sulu sat up too, raising an eyebrow. "You were pretty much out cold there, you know. Are you alright?"
Ianto shrugged it off. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Long day at work, is all." He couldn't hold back the jaw-popping yawn that followed.
Alright, that was it. Sulu reached forward and grabbed the remote, stopping the movie that neither of them had really been watching anyway. "You should go to bed. C'mon." He stood, moving to pull Ianto up from the sofa as well, who came without hesitation. It was only when Ianto had finally registered what that meant, as Sulu started to guide him up the stairs, that Ianto paused.
"Wait," he said. "I'm sorry. There was an incident with an invincible vampire." Sulu shot him a look. "It means that it wouldn't stay dead until we froze it I. I was going to tell you about it, but then. Then it just slipped my mind. Don't... Don't leave?" Ianto realized that he wasn't going to stay conscious for very much longer, but. "I'm. I'm sorry that I've ruined tonight. I...I'd been planning it for a while. Things... Things just came up at work. Please, stay? I mean, if you want to. I just. I really didn't want to ruin tonight."
Sulu sighed again. "I'll stay. For as long as I can. You should've told me, though," he said, starting up the stairs again with Ianto in tow like a child. Really, though, that was what he'd been reduced to, not really having fully woken up. "I could've taken a rain check. Or... I don't know, we could've just put you to bed in the first place."
"You don't mind?" Ianto asked, climbing onto the bed as soon as they reached his room, not even bothering to think about changing.
"No," Sulu said, surprised to find that he didn't. "I really don't." Ianto blinked owlishly up at him, obviously fading again, but trying to fight it. Sulu shook his head, moving to join him, amused by how Ianto seemed to curl against him as soon as he got himself situated. "And hey. There'll be other times, alright?"
Ianto nodded against Sulu's shoulder. There would, he thought. There would be other times. He'd make sure of it.
"Hey, Ianto?" Sulu asked, shifting to look at the other, putting a hand over Ianto's as it rested on his chest, rubbing it to warm him and to help him focus. "D'you think...I could stay the night? I mean. I'll have to leave pretty early tomorrow, but. You know. You seem to wake up pretty early. We could do breakfast or something." His stomach flipped as he waited for an answer.
"...I'd love that," Ianto said, smiling at him. "I'd love it if you stayed. I can't promise I'm the best of cooks, but. I'm sure there's something to be had." The idea of waking up with Sulu, having breakfast with him, sitting down with a coffee and seeing the other man across the table set the butterflies going afresh in Ianto's insides.
"Great," Sulu said, grinning, and Ianto smiled back, settling against Sulu's shoulder once more.
"You know, you're pretty comfortable to lie on..."
A snort. "Go to sleep, Ianto." And he did.