Log with Ianto & Jack: Man! I Feel Like a Woman!

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There were three things Sulu always expected when he woke up: some kind of alarm, his regulation sized bed and his regulation sheets. In his line of work, those were the only safe assumptions; for all anyone knew, they could be waking up to their timer alarms or the red alert alarms, or they could wake up on the floor after an attack - but they would always wake up near it.

Being that he was not really a morning person, it took Sulu a groggy minute of groaning and half-hearted stretching to realize that his three safety blankets? They weren't there. Instead, his bed felt - bigger, really, and... manlier. Really manly. Which felt weirder than the softer sheets, the metal bracelet around his wrist and the fact that he had hair in his eyes.

...Hair in his eyes.

Oh, Jesus. He knew what that meant -

Sulu snapped to attention and sat up, only to realize that he was now straddling someone, he was a girl, and he was in his boxers. And that was it. Part of him realized he was on top of Ianto, but the rest of him then followed suit and noticed that his free hand was on Jack's chest, and this was way out of his comfort zone.

Being that he was terrible at this whole "suddenly a girl thing," Sulu could only do one thing in that moment: he shrieked and tried to fling himself off the bed, despite the fact that he was handcuffed to Ianto. "SHIT!"

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[51stcentury]

Jack held his hands up in front of him for the second time that day. "Okay, okay, I can take a hint. Guess I should lay off of the complimenting your womanly physique for a little while, at least. Although well. It's not like you seem to care. It's Ianto here that seems to be taking the offense for everything, though I'm just going to say that all I'm doing is stating the obvious, here. But if you insist..." Jack turned in place, moving to grin at the opposite wall from where Sulu was standing. "Does this work for you?" he asked. "I promise, there aren't even any mirrors in this direction for me to spy with. Scout's honor, as you like to say."

Ianto, on the other hand, was a bit nervous for this, because for one, getting clothes on one-handed was a challenge. He knew from when he'd dislocated his shoulder and he'd been ordered by doctors to keep it in a sling for a few days, that it ached too much to move around enough to use it to get dressed. He was actually worried that Sulu just might have to use his other hand, and then Ianto's hand would be that much closer to touching and things could just go so horribly wrong, there, and. Jack reached out a hand and put it on Ianto's shoulder, and he jumped, snapping back into his thoughts. "Yes," Ianto said, knowing that it would probably be a long time before this blush left his face, "right. We'll...we'll give you as much privacy as we can, and you can just. Change. I'll...I'll obviously need to stick close by, but."

"Relax, Ianto," Jack said, physically turning Ianto around, "we both know that you won't be anything less than a gentleman about it. Now. Give the lady her space," he said, winking at Ianto before turning back to look at the opposite wall with Ianto. "Alright, then, Lieutenant, work your magic!"

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Sulu would have put a hand on Ianto's shoulder to reassure him, but he was kind of... well, tied up. So, he just smiled at the other before Jack turned him around, saying, "Really, don't worry about it. It's not like this is really my body or anything." Though, he felt just as physically comfortable in it as he did in his real body, so maybe it was? Who knew. Either way, though, he wasn't too concerned with Ianto's hand getting close to him. He'd basically been straddling Ianto when they woke up, after all.

Taking off the sheet was easy, though he really wasn't too big on this whole woman's body thing, and his boxers were practically hanging off his hips anyway, so they came off easily too. He dropped the clothes on the bed, managing with the underwear pretty well, all things considered. He had to take a minute to arrange it properly, making sure it wasn't twisted, but hey. At least it fit.

The shirt was going to be a little more difficult, but at least he was aware that he needed to pull that on before the skirt. He stepped into it, crouching down a bit to try and pull it on. ...Okay, so that wasn't working so well. "Ianto, I need my hand." He'd been doing all right so far, only jerking their hands around a little bit, but now he really did need to use it and, well. "Don't worry, it'll only take a second." He was absolutely aware of how close Ianto's hand came to his skin, despite his previous statements about it being no big deal - it was Ianto, after all. It felt strange to be so tense about Ianto's presence, and even stranger to have the butterflies in his stomach start up because of it, but he just chewed his lip and shimmying into the shirt as quickly as possible.

The skirt, thankfully, was easier, though clasps and zippers were a pain with one hand - luckily, he knew how to do that. "Okay. There, see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

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Ianto, much like Sulu, was hyper aware of where his hand was in relation to the other, and tried very hard not to follow the movements of his wrist as Sulu needed to use his hand for those few moments with the shirt. He tried very hard not to imagine what was being done as he listened to the sounds of the fabric, the room strangely quiet, considering that Jack was still there, and he was normally such a loud presence. He let out a sigh of relief when Sulu stated that he was done, though, and he turned back to look, since it would be awkward to do otherwise. And wow.

Jack turned as well, and whistled low. "Gotta say, Lieutenant, the strapless, sleeveless look really works for you like this. Ianto here sure knows how to pick clothes out for someone, let me tell you that. I'm glad you can't do sleeves. It'd be a shame to have to cover that up."

Ianto rolled his eyes and blushed at the backwards compliment that Jack had given him, when he realized something with a groan. "Oh, god. I'm... I'm not going to be able to wear a shirt while this virus is still on, am I?" He pulled his hands in an automatic gesture to run them over his face, but his one wrist caught, still attached to Sulu's, so he stopped mid-motion, groaning. Ianto had hesitations about stepping out of the house in a t-shirt, some times, let alone absolutely nothing at all. "Brilliant. Just...absolutely brilliant..."

"Oh, relax," Jack said, rubbing Ianto's shoulder in support, a grin across his face that really saw no chance of leaving anytime soon, "you look good like this. Maybe not your usual style, but. I'm certainly not complaining," he said, with a wink, though who it was directed at, Sulu or Ianto, it wasn't really apparent. "Bring a sheet or something, if you're really feeling that uncomfortable with it."

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Sulu smoothed the skirt down a bit, frowning. "It'd be better if I didn't have to wear any of it. I hate skirts," he grumbled, reaching up with his free hand to try and brush his hair with his fingers. He was stopped when his other hand jerked, Ianto's plight coming to his attention.

Well, he was sort of on Jack's side, here. He wasn't seeing anything for Ianto to complain about - though, at the same time, he could understand why he'd be hesitant to go outside shirtless. It wasn't really normal for Cardiff, from what he'd seen, after all. "He's right," Sulu said without really thinking, "Don't worry about it. Nobody's going to care, not really. You'll be fine, anyway." He smiled, "I'm pretty sure it's acceptable for a man to be shirtless in public. You're not that far back in the timeline."

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"I didn't much like skirts either, when I was a woman," Ianto said, agreeing with Sulu. "Or heels. 'Course, I was stuck in the body of someone else, and she apparently liked to wear heels all the time, so wearing flats felt odd, but. God." He sighed. "Alright. Fine. I'll...I'll just wear a sheet outside. Because I am not," he said, giving both of them separate looks, "going out shirtless. I don't care if it's acceptable, or even normal for a man to go out in the day without one, you won't ever convince me to do it. Not unless we're...at the beach, or something. Which is not going to happen anytime soon, not with our work schedule, so you can stop thinking anything along those lines right there."

Jack shrugged, smiling at Ianto, but knowing not to push the other man, not when he was as embarrassed as he was, but submitting to the fact that he had no other choice here. "Alright, fine. But honestly, Ianto, when we get to the Hub, carrying that sheet around is just going to be in the way. You're going to have to get used to it. I'll. I'll call Gwen and explain things to her, give her the day again. Alright? It'll just be me and Sulu, yeah, nothing to be worried about."

Actually, yes, there was. Because Sulu was half the reason that Ianto was embarrassed to be shirtless in the first place, but Ianto nodded at him, blushing. He wasn't going to get anywhere soon if he kept being difficult about it, after all. "Yeah, alright..."

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Sulu shrugged. "It's up to you, either way." Though, he was a little surprised Ianto was so against it - really, there wasn't any reason for him to be shy. If Sulu was being honest with himself, there was definitely no reason for Ianto to be at all insecure. The man was plenty attractive, dressed in jeans, suits or... well, boxers. Sulu momentarily entertained the thought that he probably wouldn't mind if Ianto just stuck to underwear for the duration of the virus, before putting the idea out of his mind. Ianto was obviously not very comfortable like this, not right now, so he wasn't going to try anything.

"At least it's easier for you guys now, though, huh?" he asked, "I mean, now that Gwen knows about the community. You don't have to try and explain an Asian woman handcuffed to your wrist, or anything."

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Jack patted Ianto on the back. "I'm going to borrow your cellphone and call Gwen," Jack said, stepping away from the two of them to go to Ianto's night table and grab his cell from where he knew Ianto always kept it. "It'll only take a minute, I think we'll be okay for that long apart, alright?" He shot Ianto a quick smile, and then stepped out of the room to make the call.

Ianto visibly slumped. He felt bad for asking, but. "Jack," he called out. Jack popped back in the room for a second, the phone flipped open, looking like he was about to make the call. "Can...can you. Not tell Gwen exactly what's going on?" he asked, the look in his eyes pleading. "I. I already have enough to live down with her as it is. I'd...prefer not to add to the list." Jack made a face, indicating he was definitely curious as to what Ianto exactly meant, but didn't ask questions, just popping out of the room instead.

Ianto breathed. "Right. Yes..." He thought for a second. "Clothes. I need clothes. Or well. Trousers at least. I'm...here, this way," he said, leading Sulu to his closet, so that he wasn't just dragging him along. "I... I suppose that suit trousers are a bit strange to wear when you're not going to be wearing a shirt, then," he said, sighing as he looked in at the rest of his clothes, ignoring the fact that he had off-handedly mentioned that conversation that Gwen had read between Sulu and himself, and the fact that the jeans Sulu had picked out for him were there, hanging in the midst of the rest of his jeans.

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Sulu realized exactly why Ianto was asking Jack to keep this on the downlow, but he didn't say anything right away, following Ianto to the closet. He didn't miss the jeans, though, obviously a bit different from the rest of the jeans Ianto owned. He chewed his lip and looked at at Ianto through messy bangs. "I'm sorry if that whole conversation is going to give you problems later, I really am."

The truth of the matter was that he was only sorry because it seemed Ianto was really hung up about it even now, when they had other things to worry about. He didn't know how to best reassure Ianto about it, either, especially not in a woman's body, but he placed his uncuffed hand on Ianto's shoulder, even if that meant he had to step a bit closer to the other to do it.

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Ianto sighed, shaking his head and turning to look at Sulu. ...look down at Sulu. Which he wasn't used to having to do, not this much, at least. Which was odd, but. Not bad, exactly. Not something he should get used to, though, just like he really shouldn't get used to Sulu being this...well, female. Although, Ianto didn't really think that that would be a problem, because well. Ianto liked how Sulu looked now, but. He really rather liked how Sulu looked normally better, which was odd for him, a man who only a few years earlier would've claimed to've been completely heterosexual.

"No, it's alright. It's...if it weren't for this, then it would be something else that Gwen found to poke fun at me with. She's... She's almost like my sister in that sense. And well. I... I don't regret it, or anything," he said, blushing and turning back to the closet to try and hide that fact.

"...I rather think that jeans'll work," Ianto said, reaching into the closet to grab a pair of jeans. Not the pair that Sulu'd picked out, but. They were jeans nonetheless. "At least, well. Jeans and a sheet will look a bit better than trousers and a sheet, yeah?"

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Sulu was pretty sure he'd always find that blush endearing, and he didn't make any effort to hide his smile as Ianto turned away and started talking about jeans. Leave it to Ianto to try and change the subject to something neutral - it was adorable, if Sulu was being honest with himself.

"Yeah, I guess. You're the one with the fashion sense, here," he said in response to Ianto's half-rhetorical question, ducking his head a bit. That move only got hair in his eyes, though, so he immediately reached a hand up to brush it away, only realizing it was the hand Ianto was cuffed to until he was doing it, and it would be silly to stop halfway through the action. (Besides. Well... The butterflies were too novel to pass up.)

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Ianto's hand was pulled so close to Sulu's hair that he really could only do one of two things. Go with it, or well. Not. So. Because, well, he really rather liked Sulu, he went with it. Even if Sulu was a girl right now. Which was all very confusing, because he'd never do this with Sulu if he were his normal self, and well. He couldn't say that he was quite as attracted to Sulu like this as he was to him normally, which was even more odd for Ianto to think of. Actually, no. It was really weird for him to think of. But. Seeing as how his hand was there, and so close, and it was just so easy to do... Ianto turned his hand and helped Sulu brush that stray lock of hair back, tucking it neatly behind his ear. ...before freezing.

"Oh," he said, not moving his hand away, not doing much moving in any direction. "Sorry. I... I mean. I was just. I mean. My hand was there anyway, and... I-I..." Oops.

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Of all the things Ianto could have done, Sulu had not, in any way, expected this. He froze just as Ianto's hand touched his hair, feeling his entire face grow warm as he blushed full out. He hadn't realized that that would have been an option, or even a possibility, but now that Ianto's hand was behind his ear, in his hair, he couldn't imagine it anywhere else. It was a frightening thing, really, that he was already thinking that Ianto's hand in his hair was a great fit, but he was never one to panic over anything.

"It's - I." He chewed his lip and then smiled, head tilting just slightly into Ianto's hand, "It's okay." And there wasn't really anything else to say to that. Instead of bothering to restate the obvious, he went a more direct route; he turned his cuffed hand and put it over Ianto's, so he wouldn't pull away - so he'd know Sulu was really telling the truth about it being okay.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto blushed, not used to making the other man blush quite so intensely, and really not used to seeing him blush when he looked like this. And yet... Sure, the person he was standing with looked like a woman, but. If he looked really hard, he could see that that person indeed really was Sulu. And, well. That meant that he'd just made Sulu blush full out, a feat that he wasn't even sure was possible before then, let alone something that he could make happen.

"Y-yeah?" he asked, smiling bashfully at the person in front of him. He made no move to move his hand from underneath Sulu's, even though he was basically cupping his cheek. God, he really wasn't used to being this much taller than him. He knew that there was only a little bit of time before Jack would be back, and yet. "It's... This. This isn't too weird for you, right?" he asked, softly. "I mean, with all things considered?"

He moved his thumb a little bit, tracing the side of Sulu's now really quite delicate cheekbone in a surge of what, self confidence? "You... You'd tell me the truth, if it were, wouldn't you? I mean. We're stuck to each other for the next god knows how many days. I... I don't want things to be any weirder than they have to be, yeah?"

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Sulu laughed quietly, a little weirded out by the sound of his own voice in a different pitch and tone, and moved his head in the slightest shake "no" he could. He was pretty sure that the light feeling in his stomach wasn't being amplified too much by the fact that he was currently in a different body, too, which didn't help to lose his blush.

"Honestly? Not... really. A little, but not because of you, it's just that I'm not really used to..." The body, the situation, the mood in general, which had taken a very strange turn after Jack had left, not that Sulu was complaining in the slightest. "It's fine, really. I... don't mind." He gave Ianto's hand a squeeze. "And - you know, you do look good without a shirt." They seemed to be in a moment of weird honesty, and, well. It seemed like a good thing to point out at the moment. "And, honestly - I'm glad it's you I'm handcuffed to, if I had to be handcuffed to anyone."

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Ianto laughed nervously at him. "Thanks. I. I mean well. It's nice of you to say so. I mean, it's not like I work out, or have the perfect physique right now, all things considered. I'm... I know I'm not perfect, or anything. But. It's... Yeah." He laughed again. Should he move his hand? He really didn't want to, not in that moment, not if it meant breaking that moment. Obviously, breaking or not breaking moments was becoming a theme in...whatever this was between him and Sulu. "It's nice of you to say so," he repeated, lamely.

"And, well. I mean, its... It's a good thing that it was me that you ended up handcuffed to, and not Jack. Or rather, it's also lucky that it's me and Jack that have to be close to each other, and not the two of you. I... I hope that even being stuck this much together isn't going to make you feel any worse about Jack's behavior. I'll... I'll try to keep him in check, but. I can't make any promises, yeah? Who knows whether he'll decide to behave himself, or well, not." Never mind the fact that Ianto was continuing the conversation with his hand cupped to the side of Sulu's face. He really should be getting those jeans on, and yet. He didn't really want to move and break the contact at all.

"I..." he said, trying and kind of failing not to be awkward about this, because it was so new and he just wasn't used to any of it. "I'm glad that it's you, too. I mean. All things considered, for viruses, this... This isn't so bad, yeah? Even though you're well. Like this. I'm...I'm not used to being so much taller than you," he said, laughing nervously again. God, he was really fixated on this height thing.

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Sulu couldn't stop smiling. Jeeze, he felt like such an idiot, acting like this in such a bizarre situation, but Ianto was making it really hard not to want to grin and blush, with all of his stammering and... well, sweetness. God, was he a teenager again or something?

"It's okay, really. I'm - well, not at home in this body or anything, but Jack has to do a lot more than compliment it to get me irritated. Though if he keeps it up, I might feel bad about going back." His tone was obviously joking, but it wasn't completely incorrect, all things considered. "And - yeah, you being taller is a little weird, but. It's okay. I think I can live with this virus sticking me with you for a while."

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And Ianto couldn't help but smile back at Sulu, because that grin was pretty much contagious here. Yes, he felt sort of dumb, in that moment, but he wasn't regretting it. What he was regretting was that feeling in his stomach that was starting to come back that meant he couldn't stand to be without Jack for very much longer, not without feeling really ill. But at that moment, he didn't want Jack coming in and commenting on this. He knew that Jack would be able to be mature about the situation, and everything, but. He still didn't want Jack coming in quite yet.

"Yeah. It's weird, but. It's alright. I mean, who knows how long this virus'll last, but it won't be too bad. Maybe... Maybe Jack'll even calm down a little bit, with the whole flirting thing, by the end of it. I mean, well," he said, stumbling over his words. "Not stop, because he never stops, unless he's furious, but. Y'know. Maybe you'll get on better after this, or, well. Something." Ianto had a feeling that however long this lasted, something would change due to the fact that the three of them were stuck together for the whole time. Like. Even this moment. It was really new, and well. It never would've happened if it hadn't been for the handcuffs, so. Ianto had a feeling that there might be more moments like this, coming up. Possibly even with Jack still there, which was a bit weird to even consider.

"Jack's going to have to be back soon," Ianto said, frowning, not knowing how he felt about that, other than disappointed. "We... We can't stay apart for much longer. I... I should see what I can do to get those jeans on." And yet, he didn't move his hand from Sulu's hair. He didn't want to take the first step away, didn't want to be the one who pulled back, because lord, it had taken him this long to be comfortable enough to even be this forward, here, he didn't want to mess it up.

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Sulu really wished that Jack and Ianto weren't bound together, especially in this moment, because - well, because then Ianto and Sulu could probably stand here for the whole day, or maybe pass out in bed again. (Which, admittedly, sounded especially nice because Sulu enjoyed how comfortable Ianto's bed was, and he was still sort of sleepy.) He didn't want Ianto to start feeling sick again, though, and - he was in the wrong body for this. He really, really couldn't be doing this when he was a woman.

But at the same time, he felt himself hard pressed to move away. Ianto needed to put on his jeans and Sulu needed to get control of himself. He squeezed Ianto's hand again, this time taking it away from his face. He didn't let go, though, bringing their hands down to their sides. "Do you want me to help you with the jeans? I don't think you pulling on some jeans is going to be as embarrassing as me putting on a full outfit was."

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Ianto blushed, but then when he really thought about it, it was pretty much impossible to do up jeans with only one hand, and so. To be more time-efficient, and less awkward, maybe... Maybe Ianto should accept that help. He decided...that that wasn't such a bad idea, after all. He nodded, flushed, not particularly minding that his hand was in Sulu's, though it did make for a bit of an awkward situation, considering what he was agreeing to. "Yeah...a-alright," Ianto said, accepting it. God. He probably couldn't do up his zipper or button with only his left hand, but. He...he really wasn't sure how he felt about getting help with that. Still, he. He needed it done somehow. He reached into the closet and selected a pair of jeans at random. Though they weren't as flattering as the jeans, as he was coming to think of them as, they would definitely do the job.

"But first," Ianto said, realizing something as he looked down at himself. "Here, hold these?" he asked, handing Sulu the jeans before leading him over to his bureau and opening the drawer to get out a clean pair of boxers, because he wasn't going to spend the whole day in the same ones he'd slept in. The blush did nothing to dissipate. "I'm... I'm going to have to ask you to turn around for this, though," he said, smiling bashfully at his companion.

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Sulu followed along with Ianto, grinning a little in embarrassment at Ianto as he dug out the boxers. "Yeah, sure, no problem." He could understand the need for privacy, after all. (He wondered if this would escalate to the point where privacy wasn't so needed, but that was a slightly scary prospect - one that he resisted thinking about for long.)

Turning around, he lifted his free hand to try and brush out his hair some more. "Just let me know if... you know, you need your hand."

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"Y-yeah, alright," Ianto said, grateful that Sulu was turning around and not watching, completely unaware as to anything that the other might be thinking or wondering, despite the fact that some deep, dark corner of his mind was wondering the same thing. And yet another small, hidden, buried part of him wishing that Sulu were himself for this, so that he'd feel a bit more comfortable with it all.

Ianto did the best he could with removing the boxers one-handed, tossing them across the room and miraculously getting the hamper like he'd intended. He wasted no time in lying out the boxers and stepping into them, sliding them on and up as fast as he could. He...would rather not be standing there naked any longer than he had to, after all. After he was done, he made sure that everything was safe, before nodding, even though Sulu couldn't see him. "Yeah, alright. Well, that part's done," he said, "you can turn around again." He reached out to take the jeans back from Sulu.

"I'm...I'm afraid I'll need to use my hand for these, though. Y'know. With the fastenings, and all. I mean," he said, holding up his free hand, his left one, "I'm not left-handed, after all." Ianto felt a bit embarrassed that Sulu had been able to do it one-handed, but there was that fact, after all.

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Sulu turned when Ianto told him it was safe to do so, having barely managed to finally get that blush of his under control. He would readily agree with Ianto - he wished he was himself for this as well, and not in this woman's body instead. Even though he knew he looked pretty damned good for a woman (which was reassuring, since he wasn't really incredibly attractive as a man, as far as he was concerned), he would sort of like to be able to be this close to Ianto in his normal body. It was a little weird to think of himself as a woman, to consider the different limitations and changes he faced whenever he woke up like this.

Luckily, he was able to control his blush better this time, even though Ianto was basically telling him how close his own hand would be to the fly of Ianto's jeans - yeesh. He shook his head with a smile. "Yeah, don't worry about it. It'll be fine."

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How Sulu always managed to look so much more composed than Ianto knew he himself did, Ianto hadn't a clue. Ianto was pretty sure that this was going to become a theme with him and Sulu, the blushing. He was pretty sure that he'd blushed the most in front of Sulu than he had in front of anyone else before, including Jack. With Jack, he could just shake his head and well, let himself be flirted with, because it was Jack, but. Things with Sulu were different than what he had with Jack. But that didn't mean that they weren't nice. On the contrary, rather...

"Yeah, alright," Ianto said again, before bending over, stepping into the jeans, pulling them up with the one hand that he had free. He paused, because of just that--Sulu's hand was about to be pulled very close to the fly of his jeans, and well. Yeah. But they were both adults, this was all too new for him, and Jack was going to walk in any second, if he wasn't watching them from the other room as it was. He tried as best he could one-handed to make sure that his boxers were laying correctly in the jeans, because he wasn't comfortable sticking Sulu's hand down his pants, before he gently pulled his hand (and consequentially Sulu's) to fasten the button on the jeans and pull up the zipper.

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Sulu himself didn't really know how he was making it through this without looking like a tomato, but he did always pride himself on his ability to (generally) have grace under fire. Thankfully, it wouldn't be a problem for either of them - at least, Sulu hoped it wouldn't be. Because he liked Ianto's bashful blushing, and his stammering. He always would, he figured.

He lightly closed his hand into a fist, keeping his hand as far away from Ianto's pants as possible, biting his lip and looking at Ianto's face in an attempt not to, well, pay attention to how close they were right now. "Jack's... taking his time, huh? I hope he's not going to destroy that uniform, by the way, so make sure he treats it good. Who knows if the Defiant is as used to ruining uniforms as we are."

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Ianto finished, and very carefully moved his hand away. "Alright, done," he said, smiling down at Sulu. "And yeah. Knowing Jack, he's either concocting some sort of elaborate story to cover for us, or he's listening in on just about everything that we're saying..." Ianto sincerely hoped that it was not the latter, because well. Some things were better private.

Ianto wasn't sure what Jack thought about all of this with Sulu that had just sprung up. He figured the man would have to be blind not to notice it, but. Jack was always going on about how relationships weren't one-sided like 21st century morals tried to make them. That there were many other, multi-faceted ways that things could be done. But. Ianto really hoped he wasn't making Jack jealous with this. He hadn't said anything aloud to acknowledge it to him, and Jack hadn't said anything about it back, but. He hoped that Jack was beyond jealousy and competition and whatever man-code sort of things that might pop up when your whatever Ianto was to him started flirting with another man.

"As for the uniform..." Ianto blushed. "He'll probably keep it for later, in all honesty. Save it for a rainy day, and all that. He's probably going to change out of it and put it into storage for exactly that, as soon as we get back to the Hub." He shook his head. "Actually, he might even be waiting in the hall for us to be ready to head out with him. Are you all set to go? I'm sorry that, well. I can't give you shoes, or anything. I really didn't keep any of Lisa's, and mine are, well..." He trailed off, still really aware of the full head and then some that he was suddenly taller than Sulu.