Lost Inside of you - coda - Four, plus dogs...equals seven!

Title: Lost inside of you - coda: Four, plus dogs, equals seven!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, brief mentions of team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – the Harkness-Jones’ meet the Barrowman-Gill’s [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 5130

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful Wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is the most requested fic I have ever had! The four neighbours finally get together – and no – not like that!!! Hope you like!

A/N2 This is for thebuttonontop  who needs a hug right now xxx

 

Four, plus dogs, equals seven!

Cariad? Ianto poured the coffee, wondering what Jack was up to – he was suspiciously quiet!

Study...you so gotta see this...

Ianto grinned and slid a new bottle of lube into his pocket...how well he knew his Captain..! He picked up the two mugs and made his way to the study where Jack was sat watching something on the laptop. Plonking the drinks down on the desk, he slid his arms around the man he adored with every atom of his being and nuzzled into his neck. “What’re you watching?”

“Just checking out the CCTV in this area...y’know...wanna be sure about security...”

Ianto glanced at the screen, “Jack! Are you spying on the neighbours? Shame on you! What’re they doing?” Ianto couldn’t help smiling softly at the memory of his walk on the beach with the gentle sandy-haired Scott and the three exuberant dogs...it all seemed so long ago now, yet it was only a week or two...

You can tell me about that in a minute... “Check this out...” Jack reached for his coffee and sipped it as Ianto nestled his chin into his Captain’s shoulder and they watched the images on the screen...

The garden lights lit the shadows from the summer house and out towards the pool. The dark haired man laughed softly and scampered through the garden, glancing backwards as if looking for someone. He wore a startling white suit with huge coloured circles on it, each disc of colour full of rhinestones that danced in the reflected light... His feet were bare. He stopped and tilted his head to one side, listening. The light lit up his face as he grinned...

Jack and Ianto both drew in a sharp breath...he was gorgeous! They swapped appreciative messages in their heads as they watched him creep along the side of a row of tall shrubs, stopping just short of the open space, where he crouched down, a huge mischievous smile curving his mouth. The greenery moved and Scott appeared, moving carefully as he glanced from side to side...

Not-quite-naked hide and seek? Ianto smirked as he felt Jack’s instant response, the pulse of desire that shot through him and the hardening of attention in his trousers. He nipped the soft skin behind the older man’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, before soothing it with his tongue. Jack moaned softly and tightened his grip around his coffee mug as his nerve endings began to tingle and his heartbeat increased rapidly...

They turned their attention back to the screen. The dark haired man, John his name was, Ianto remembered, had leapt out in front of his partner, making him jump violently... This reaction caused John to laugh uncontrollably before he folded Scott into his arms and kissed him soundly, the two men sinking into the embrace as their kiss deepened... Hands threaded through hair and slid under clothing...it looked passionate and both Jack and Ianto felt distinct stirrings of their own...turning their heads as their lips met and they kissed sweetly, lips soft and responsive as their tongues slow-danced first in one mouth then the other...

When they broke apart, panting softly some long enjoyable minutes later, to turn their attention back to the screen it was obvious that things had moved on next door as well... Scott had removed the suit jacket and was unbuttoning the simple white shirt as he gazed into John’s eyes, the dark haired man’s hands exploring the warm skin under Scott’s t-shirt...

John’s shirt hung open as Scott now kissed his way across John’s throat, his hands sliding over the other man’s smooth shoulders under the crisp cotton and his lips trailed down his chest... John’s hands moved to Scott’s belt buckle...

Ianto reached across and pushed the laptop closed. Enough watching...time for action now cariad... come to bed... Jack’s eyes widened at the images tumbling into his head as the Welshman took his hand and led him towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them...

 Jack opened his mouth to speak, only to have Ianto press a quieting finger to his lips...”sshh...” his eyes full of want and passion. He stroked his hand softly down the side of his Captain’s face, a smile curving the corners of his mouth when the older man leant into the touch...

Moving closer still, he wound his arms round Jack’s neck and pressed their lips together, red hot bolts of desire coursing through him. Jack melted into the kiss, opening his mouth to Ianto’s probing tongue which proceeded to explore with possessive intent, sending his senses soaring...he moaned softly against the Welshman’s exquisite mouth and tightened the grip in his hair...

They came up for air, panting hard. Ianto looked into Jack’s lust-blown blue grey depths and gave him that smile...the smile that told him he was something special... the smile that set his heart pounding and his soul on fire... Jack gasped at the intensity of the feeling in his lover’s eyes and crushed their mouths together hungrily, losing himself in the feel of the young man’s lips under his own...nothing else mattered...just them...right here...right now...

Ianto arched his body towards his Captain, the friction from their trousers woefully inadequate for the raging heat within... They broke apart, breathless, faces flushed, lips pink and swollen...the heady scent of desire radiating outwards... Their eyes met, minds entwined...no need for words, that blazing look said everything – love, hope, trust, desire...a reminder of the solemn promise that they would share whatever time they had...

He sank to his knees and removed Jack’s boots and socks, following swiftly with his own footwear. Jack pulled the Welshman up into his arms and captured his lips, plundering the young man’s mouth passionately as he melted into the embrace and his senses swam... They broke apart gasping...

 “...off...now!” Jack tugged at the offending items of clothing, pushing the jacket from his partner’s shoulders...

“...I’m giving the orders tonight..!” Ianto murmured as he reached for Jack’s braces, sliding them off his shoulders before moving to pull his shirt out of his trousers and attacking the buttons...

They stared hungrily into each other’s eyes as they undressed one another, punctuating the careful removal with hot, hard kisses that screamed wantwantwant...

 Finally, both naked they sank down onto the bed, mouths locked together as their passion grew... Coming up for air, Ianto pressed feather-light kisses over his Captain’s face, moving down the side of his neck, lingering on the sensitive spot behind his ear, drawing soft moans from his lover... He moved lower, down to his chest, batting Jack’s hands away when he reached out... ”...no, this is about your pleasure...just enjoy...”

His tongue swirled around a nipple, teasing the hardened nub of flesh gently with his teeth as his fingers trailed slow tantalising strokes lower and lower... The other nipple received equal treatment, Jack writhing and whimpering helplessly as his focus narrowed to the feel of Ianto’s hands and the warmth of his mouth on heated skin, his head full of delicious and sensual images...

Ianto’s fingers stroked lightly up the inside of Jack’s thigh, feeling his lover’s body trembling under his touch, as his tongue followed southwards... Jack tangled his hands into the young man’s hair as the dancing fingers crept backwards, teasing his sensitive flesh...

Jack let out a gasp as Ianto took him into his mouth and he was engulfed in moist warm heat, teeth and tongue driving him wild, feeling the slow build towards exquisite release as he arched his body off the bed...he was close, gentle ripples of pleasure starting from his toes and cascading upwards, deepening in intensity with every cheek hollowing movement of his lover’s wicked mouth...

He tugged sharply on Ianto’s hair, the Welshman pausing in his ministrations without releasing him, glancing up through his long eyelashes...questioning...

 “...stop..!” Jack panted breathlessly, “...wanna come with you in me...please...”

Ianto released him and moved away, the sudden loss of contact drawing a mewl of dismay from his Captain... He scrabbled amongst the tangled heap of abandoned clothing, groping in his pocket for the lube he’d picked up earlier...crawling back over the quilt to reclaim his lover’s lips as he flipped the lid of the bottle...

Jack shivered with anticipation as a cool finger stroked over the entrance to his body, hitching his breath as it slipped inside him...joined by a second and then they pressed back, stroking that magic spot and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling his climax rising again...

“...now...need to take me now...” he gasped against the soft and sensual mouth, suppressing a whimper as the fingers were withdrawn before the slow push as Ianto slid into him...

Hands grasping the Welshman’s hips tightly, Jack moaned and panted and thrust his head back against the pillow as Ianto began to move, slowly at first, then more urgently as they spiralled towards release...harder, faster...mouths crushed together for a wild and sloppy kiss, teeth clashing...Ianto reaching between them to pump his lover in time to his thrusts until he exploded in blissful climax, crying Ianto’s name...the feel of Jack’s muscles clenched around him as he rode out the shudders of pleasure enough to push the young man over the edge seconds later and he collapsed onto his Captain, their breath heaving pants as they were engulfed in a delicious post-orgasmic glow...

Ianto sighed contentedly and shifted until he was snuggled into Jack’s arms, his head on the older man’s chest listening to the reassuring thud of his heart. He lifted his head and pressed for a kiss, opening his mouth so their tongues danced lazily, enjoying the tingling warmth that resonated through their bodies...

Long, sweet minutes of gentle kisses and caresses passed until they broke apart gently to replenish their oxygen supply. Ianto stretched luxuriously and sat up. ...shower..?

...ummn, yea, but too lazy to move...

C’mon... Ianto hauled him to his feet and led him towards the en-suite, turning the water on to warm as he peppered every inch of Jack’s skin with feather light kisses.. .

Stepping under the warm spray, he tugged his Captain in after him where he wrapped him in his arms and they kissed softly, each relishing the closeness...before they washed each other, light sensual touches reaffirming their total commitment... It wasn’t long before the gentle touches sparked renewed interest, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the wall as he kissed him into oblivion before making love to him, sweetly, tenderly, as the water cascaded down on them...

They dried each other carefully before Ianto led his partner back to the bed and they slid under the quilt, facing each other, noses just inches apart, limbs entwined... Ianto smiled softly, love you, Jack Harkness...

Timeless and eternal, Jones, Ianto Jones...the thought warming their heats as they drifted off into contented sleep.

Jack woke early the next morning, his face buried in Ianto’s hair and his arm draped possessively over the young man’s waist as he snuggled in closer, warm and comfortably drowsy... Ianto stirred in his sleep, pressing his hips back into the embrace, sighing contentedly without waking. Jack pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his Welshman’s neck, breathing in the unique scent that was just Ianto...

Checking his shields were up so he didn’t disturb the sleeping man his mind ran back over the rollercoaster ride of the past five weeks...from the highs of their Civil Partnership and those amazing wedding rings from the Doctor through the twists and turns of those terrible memories, the pure bliss of Nirvana to the depths of anguish and despair at the hands of John Hart...

He smiled to himself and tightened his grip on Ianto’s waist...he was so lucky to have this amazing young man, the man who’d risked everything for the love of his Captain...who’d died for him...he caught his breath as a sudden sob threatened to break free and the image of him cradling a dying Ianto in front of the 456 slammed into his head. He pushed it back, locking it away and covering it with a rather more pleasurable image of his Welshman’s saucy recreation of Jamie Lee Curtis’ dance from True Lies... He lowered his shields, his body responding instantly to the slow motion replay of those hips gyrating and the seductive unwrapping of that delectable body from the scorchingly hot UNIT uniform... 

...now that’s a wake-up call..! Ianto pressed back against Jack’s warm body, his own memories of that encounter streaming into the older man’s mind... Seconds later Ianto had turned in his Captain’s arms and they were kissing hungrily, red hot desire sweeping through them as they arched and ground against each other. Their love making was wild and passionate leaving them panting hard, breathless and satisfied...

In the shower they kissed softly, wet bodies pressed together, tongues dancing lazily, just relishing the time they had together, here, in their haven from all things Torchwood... They still hadn’t told anyone about the house...they would, of course, but, for the moment it was just them, and it was heavenly...

Finally dry and dressed in jeans and sweatshirts Ianto made coffee as Jack tackled the toaster and boiled some eggs and they took their breakfast into the dining room. “So, cariad, what do you want to do today seeing as we have a whole day off..?”

Jack reached out to take Ianto’s hand and carefully entwined their fingers, stroking his thumb softly over the Welshman’s palm, “...don’t mind...just be here...with you...we could take a walk on the beach...anything you want...we’ve still got a few rooms and the garden to christen..!”

He chuckled at the red flush that coloured the young man’s cheeks as he recalled their energetic christening of the entrance hall, the postman arriving at the most inappropriate moment as Ianto was howling his release, his face pressed hard against the glass panel of the door... Jack had withdrawn, tugged up his trousers and calmly opened the door, grinning manically at the highly entertained postie whose swift glance at the dishevelled man in front of him and the quiet moans from the other side of the door left him in no doubt of what he’d interrupted... Jack had taken the small parcel and bundle of envelopes, signed for the package and closed the door after another beaming smile, growling “...now where were we..?” very loudly for the postman’s benefit as the man moved away slowly... “...we could recreate that one again...it was hot...” as he reached out with his free hand.

Ianto grinned, “...you’re insatiable...” this is familiar!

“You’re irresistible...”

“...you’re incorrigible...”

“...so I’m told...” his reaching hand grabbed a handful of sweatshirt and hauled the Welshman in for a searing kiss, Ianto’s moans of pleasure lost against his mouth...  

It was many pleasurable minutes before they resurfaced, breathing heavily, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath... Smiling softly they sank back into their respective chairs, fingers still linked.

“One thing I do want to do is to add some pictures to the time capsule...we need to choose some from the ceremony of us and the gang...and some of us in this house...” he raised an eyebrow at some of the images Jack streamed into his head, “...this is supposed to be a memory box not a porn stash!” he relented a little as Jack pouted, ok, a couple of tasteful ones – and I get the final say..!

Jack just grinned...

After stacking the dishwasher with the breakfast things and making some fresh coffee, Ianto joined Jack in the living room where he had photos spread out on the floor and all over the coffee table... “...what about these?” as he swapped a bundle of pictures for his coffee mug.

Ianto looked through the photos Jack had selected and smiled. Each choice was a perfect reminder of their special day... He lingered on one...it had been taken from across the room and focused on their head and shoulders, their eyes were locked on each other, one of Jack’s hands caressed his neck, his thumb brushing over Ianto’s cheek and they both wore those special just-for-you-when-we’re-alone smiles...it was intimate and beautiful and Ianto felt a rush of love for his handsome Captain, sending it flooding into his head as he held out the picture... “I really like this one...”  

...my favourite one too... Jack leant over the coffee table and captured Ianto’s mouth in a tender kiss, streaming loving thoughts and memories of their special day back into his partner’s head.

Breaking apart gently, Ianto’s gaze drifted down to the pictures spread out on the table. These were the ones most definitely for their eyes only and his attention was drawn to one he didn’t remember – he was naked and very aroused, his head thrust back into the pillow as he arched his body up, eyes closed and his lips, all pink and kiss-swollen, were parted... A hand could be seen holding the feather that traced a trail down his abdomen towards his groin... He picked it up... I don’t remember this one?

Ah, one of my particular favourites of the intimate collection...you don’t remember it because it was after your boozy night out with Rhys and Andy after Wales beat England in the rugby...you were...very enthusiastic and adventurous that night – that feather was just the entree..! I have lots of others on the computer..?

Ianto blushed, a sudden flash of Jack fisting himself in his office one night after a gruesome Weevil death for Jack and a nasty head wound for himself had meant he wasn’t in the mood for their usual release... it was to those pictures wasn’t it?

Uh hu...Jack nodded, his head on one side as he considered his Welshman’s likely response to some of his other...more explicit pictures of them, pulled from Tosh’s massive CCTV collection. ..miss you Tosh... Looking at the bodily reaction and the lust-inspired darkening of his iris’ he decided to share, reaching for his wallet to dig out the pictures he carried with him always.

Ianto watched curiously. He knew Jack always carried the one Gwen had taken of them some time ago...before the 456, before his death...the picture he’d given Jack as a 3D image for his wedding present... I love that picture...

Delving into a Velcro-sealed flap at the back of his wallet, Jack pulled out three more pictures, each obviously well loved as they were creased and the corners curled. He handed them to his partner... Yan..?

They’re so...so...’open’ Each picture was from a different occasion, each showing the act of love making but it was their faces that drew the young man’s eyes...his thumb brushed across one that showed them obviously at the rapturous moment of release and the blissful electricity fairly crackled off the surface of the picture, their skin shone with a light sheen of sweat and looking at it, Ianto could feel the warmth radiating through him, leaving him tingling from head to toe... fuck Jack...these’re hot

...so are you...I’m going to ravish you...now...’till you beg for mercy... Jack reached towards the younger man, only for Ianto to laugh delightedly and twist out of the way at the last second so Jack’s lunge met empty space and he crashed on the coffee table, spilling pictures all over the floor...

...you’ll have to catch me first, cariad...Ianto giggled and darted out of the room, still clutching the photo...

Laughing, Jack jumped up and sped after his Welshman, streaming steamy suggestions of what he was planning to do...images of hands tied to the headboard, spanking with hairbrushes and sensual treats like ice-cubes or melted chocolate passed back and forth between them as Ianto fled into the garden, Jack in hot pursuit...

In the garden Jack managed to catch up with his partner when he tripped on the edge of the path, folding him into his arms to kiss him senseless as he plundered his mouth passionately... Ianto moaned and thrust his hips forward, pressing against the similar hot swelling in his Captain’s trousers, melting into the embrace as he tangled his hand in the older man’s hair. The other hand, still gripping the photo, rested in the small of his back...

Breaking apart, Jack chuckled breathlessly ...so are you going to come quietly Mr Jones..? as he flashed the entrance hall session back at him...

Ianto laughed and wriggled out of the older man’s embrace I’ll make as much noise as you want...but you still have to catch me..! as he took off again, dodging Jack’s exasperated outstretched hand, and fled down to the end of the garden, vaulting the gate to the beach as his Captain gave chase once more...

Ianto was running along the sand, delighted laughter at the wild images Jack was sending him of all the things he was going to do when he caught up with him... Glancing behind, he was still ahead of his partner although Jack was gaining you’re so slow old man..! he teased, grinning at Jack’s half-laughing, half-growled response.

With a sudden burst of speed, Jack came close enough to make a lunge at Ianto’s legs and brought him down in an impressive rugby tackle, the Welshman hitting the sand hard enough to knock the wind out of him as Jack lay on top of him, tickling him mercilessly...

He rallied and gave grasp for grasp and they rolled over and over, both laughing helplessly now until Jack eventually triumphed and pinned the younger man down, crushing their mouths together, tongues duelling and hands raking over clothing as they arched and writhed on the sand, passions rising as the world around them faded from existence...

They were roused from their personal paradise by inquisitive cold noses, whiskers and excited barking as the three dogs came to investigate. Ianto giggled breathlessly as Harris greeted him like an old friend by licking his face and Captain Jack attempted to bury them in sand! Jack sat up on Ianto’s hips and fussed the two spaniels as the young man struggled up on to his elbows, brushing sand out of his eyes...

A piercing whistle saw the sudden retreat of all three dogs who streaked away in response to the call from their lord and master! Jack looked round to see their neighbours approaching, broad grins on their faces as the dogs danced excitedly around their feet... Scott waved and tugged on John’s sleeve, urging him to move faster towards them. As they got closer John bent down to pick up something fluttering along the ground, caught on the breeze. He chuckled and showed it to Scott and they gazed with added interest at the two men still lying in the sand...

“Ianto! Good to see you again...this must be Jack...” Scott held out his hand and Jack took it, pulling himself up before finally shaking it, grinning. Jack and Scott then both held out a hand to Ianto who was in danger of being spaniel’d to death, and tugged him to his feet before Scott wrapped him in a brief hug... “...glad it worked out...and yea, he’s gorgeous!” he murmured in the Welshman’s ear as he released him and turned to John who was stood gazing at the photo he held in his hand with frank appreciation...

“This is John...he’s never usually this quiet..!”

Ianto followed the other man’s gaze and realised what he was looking at, a fierce blush rocketing over his cheeks as he reached out to reclaim the picture, tugging it gently from John’s hands. John grinned widely, perfect white teeth, sparkling eyes and adorable dimples dancing in his cheeks as he grabbed the retreating hand and held it, the warmth of his body sending tiny shivers down Ianto’s spine as he recalled watching this handsome man the previous evening...the blush deepened as John squeezed his hand and winked...

“Nice to meet you, Ianto...that’s a lovely picture...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, released Ianto’s hand and brushed his thumb softly over the young man’s chin before turning to stare at Jack who was also uncharacteristically quiet...watching, his hair stood up on end and his clothes covered in sand ...he’s amazing in the flesh, and I just love the American accent... he sent, slow motion replays of the CCTV rolling through his head...

...yeah..!

John circled Jack as the two men checked each other out...both dark haired, blue-grey eyes, smiles to die for... Jack threw his hands out and stretched himself to his full height with a self-confident grin, raising his eyebrows as John got a whiff of fifty-first century pheromones and his eyes widened, nostrils flaring...

Scott leant across to murmur in Ianto’s ear, the comment leaving them both chuckling “...good job we’re outside – I don’t think we’d get two egos this big indoors!”

John grinned at Jack and stepped back behind him, the Captain jumping when his sweatshirt was tugged up and a light slap administered to his denim-clad backside...

John turned to Scott and hauled him in for a brief but fierce kiss, the sandy-haired man sinking into the embrace with a smile... They parted and John grinned triumphantly at his partner “...yup, great smile, dancing eyes and a very cute arse...” he twinkled lovingly at Scott, hands sliding down to squeeze the other man’s bum, “...yours is still the one for me...” He brushed their lips together lightly and released him, stepping back to face Jack who was having a wordless discussion with Ianto in his head, the Welshman teasing his partner for being star-struck...

“I’d love to see you in that coat..!” John held out his hand with a suggestive twinkle in his eyes, chuckling loudly when Jack grabbed the hand and crushed him into a huge hug, planting a smacker of a kiss on his lips before releasing him as the four men fell about laughing...

They walked along the beach, conversations jumping easily from topic to random topic, flirting, innuendo and touch filling the gaps...it was like they’d known each other forever and Ianto somehow knew that this new friendship would endure over time...these two such genuine men, who were so obviously totally in love and committed to each other...it just felt right...

...perfectly said, as always...love you....

...well, I do know everything, cariad...love you too...

The conversation moved on to boats and they talked enthusiastically about the planned jetty and the SeaQueen... Turning round to walk back towards their now distant houses, they swapped stories of fun times and listened to John’s tales of his filming and musical theatre days, grinning as he broke into song every now and again, along with the occasional burst of a broad Scottish accent that made Scott shudder and John grin mischievously...

As they approached their homes Jack glanced across at John, “...race you..? you win and I’ll get the coat...I win...I’m sure I can think of something..!” The pair took off across the sand, the dogs following them excitedly...

Scott draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder and squeezed gently, “...I’m so glad they get on...they really are alike in so many ways...”

“Yeah, like living with a tornado at times and a balmy summer’s day at others, with the bliss of a moonlit romantic walk along the beach thrown in for good measure...” Ianto grinned as the other man nodded vigorously.

“Poetically put, but oh-so-accurate! John’s fans are always asking me what it’s like to live with him...I’m gonna use that description the next time I’m asked! It’s a whirlwind life at times but I wouldn’t swap it for the earth...”

“I know exactly what you mean...” Ianto wound his arm round Scott’s waist and they sauntered slowly up to join the two who were stretched out on the sand panting hard, the dogs clambering over them, tails wagging madly.

“Who won..?” they asked in unison...

“Dead heat..!” Jack gasped breathlessly, holding his hands out towards his Welshman, pulling him to the floor and rolling him over to end up sat on his hips...”so, I think this is where we were earlier...” He leant down and crushed his mouth to Ianto’s, tongue sweeping possessively as he ground their hips together and the young man moaned into the kiss...

John and Scott laughed, wrapping their arms around each other’s waists as they watched their new friends. Jack and Ianto came up for air, Ianto’s eyes glazed from the wild passion of the kiss, his breath tiny gasps as he recovered from the experience. Jack pushed himself to his feet and hauled Ianto up from the ground... He looked adorable - flushed cheeks, sand-filled dishevelled hair and pink, deliciously kiss-swollen lips as he stood and panted softly...Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

“Right...” John glanced at Scott, who nodded, the two seeming to communicate in looks alone, “...you go get that wonderful coat...” he looked at Jack, “...you two can sort out easy chairs and drinks and I’ll sort the steaks and sausages and...” he blew a kiss at his partner, “...the fish sticks! We’re gonna have a barbie for lunch...” He headed towards their garden gate, calling back over his shoulder, “...how many sausages?”

“Four, plus dogs...that’s seven...bring enough for twenty!” Scott chuckled as John waved a hand in acknowledgment and disappeared from sight, “...the dogs are partial to sausages and John always burns them so we need twice as many!” He grinned. “If you want to bring your trunks we can have a dip in the pool as well...though I can’t promise you John won’t skinny dip!”

Jack laughed...”in that case...” The megawatt grin eclipsed the sun...coat...naked... He scampered off towards their gate...

Ianto rolled his eyes as he looked at Scott, “...guess it’s tornado time!” they laughed as Scott led the way up the path. “You know I designed these houses..?” Their voices faded into the distance as they talked animatedly about their favourite features of their respective homes...and their men...four, plus dogs...equals seven...I like seven... Ianto thought happily...

End

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