Log with Ianto: Date Night

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It was strange, really, how much effort Sulu had put into preparing for this date with Ianto. His usual modus operandi was to comb back his hair a bit, throw on a tee-shirt and jeans and just, well, show up. No flowers, no chocolates, no presents, just a casual sort of attitude that usually worked wonders to make the whole situation less stressful for both parties.

But. Ianto was not part of his usual style and Sulu found himself taking twice as long getting ready as he did for anyone else. Hell, he'd even went shopping for clothes he'd never normally wear (with Gwen, who he was pretty sure enjoyed putting him through the wringer when it came to Ianto), put effort into how his hair looked, took three double-glances in the mirror - Jesus. It was only a date.

With Ianto. The guy who had this uncanny ability to make him feel like his awkward fifteen-year-old self just by grabbing his hand.

At least he had an excuse for the gift - he'd told Ianto that he'd bring him a plant, and it was Ianto's birthday present, anyway, so it wasn't like this was specifically date-related. He could still pretend to be at least a little casual about these kinds of things. You know, despite the fact that his stomach twisted into knots as soon as he called Ianto to make sure that no last-minute Torchwood business had come up.

World hopping, luckily, did nothing to mess up his hair (not that you could really mess up the generic look it always fell into when he tried to style it), nor did it cause the plant he had in hand to wither, wilt, or otherwise be destroyed. He'd gone out of his way to find a nice pot for it, something a little more futuristic than traditional terracotta, since Ianto would appreciate that more than tradition. Hopefully.

After all, this whole date was pretty traditional. Sulu even went for the front-door approach, which he hadn't done since his girlfriend in senior year of high school. He shook himself out a bit for a second, minding the plant, so he could get rid of some of the jitters he was feeling, and then rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and just went for knocking on the door, before he could get himself even more worked up than he already was.

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Ianto smiled, turning to face Sulu a bit more than he had been as well, leaning forward, cocking his head to look up at Sulu a bit sideways, still a bit bashful, especially at the fact that he'd just made the other man blush, which he didn't think happened all to often. At least not as often as he blushed himself, that was.

Ianto... He wanted to kiss Sulu. Or he wanted Sulu to kiss him. He didn't really know which, but. He wanted something to happen there. He just had too much happy, nervous energy pent up inside him, and it was going to drive him up the wall if he waited and nothing happened. He reached out a hand to play with the lapels of Sulu's blazer, admiring the fabric, using it as a distraction so that he wouldn't be staring at Sulu from what really wasn't all that far away, considering how close they were sitting. "It's nice to know that we're in the same boat here, nerves-wise," Ianto said, softly. "I'd hate to be the only one looking a fool in all of this, after all."

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Ianto's hand on his jacket made him pause, half-expecting the other to use his grip as a method of pulling Sulu closer, then made him smile. That faint tinge on his cheeks that Ianto had put on him stayed right where it was, and he almost closed his eyes, sort of basking in the closeness.

The tone of Ianto's voice made Sulu exhale a sigh, enjoying the low quality. On top of Ianto's blushing, he apparently also had a thing for his voice. And his eyes, which was now where he looked, and possibly his mouth too -

"You haven't looked like a fool to me," he said slowly, then decided to hell with it and leaned in to capture Ianto's mouth in a soft kiss.

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Ianto sighed into the kiss, simultaneously relaxing into it and clutching at Sulu's jacket at the same time. He'd been nervously waiting for this, then he wanted it, and now that it was actually happening... Ianto loved it. It wasn't the first time that they'd kissed, but it was their first kiss after having gone on a date, and well. That had to be something entirely different, right?

He brought his other hand up to rest on Sulu's shoulder, almost on his neck, just bracing himself there, gathering courage from the solid presence of the other man underneath his hands. He was very glad that his mouth was otherwise preoccupied in that moment, because he'd probably be saying some pretty stupid things, otherwise. Like how he was pretty sure that if he could, he would be floating in that moment, how high he was on life. And how much he really did like Sulu, which was actually sort of frightening to him, considering the fact that they'd really only been on one date so far, and this was only the second time they'd kissed.

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Sulu shifted to lean closer, keeping the kiss soft, relishing in it more than he had the last time they'd kissed. Not to say he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed it, but this - it was different. It was romantic and not desperate or anxious, fueled only by the nerves they had when it came to this new change in their relationship, the dating and the flirting and the hand-holding. Before, kissing had been the way to assure both of them that everything was all right; this was more par-for-the-course, more... understandable. After all, not everyone made out just to make sure that the other was really there.

Sulu slid an arm around Ianto's shoulders, both to keep him close and to encourage him forward; his other hand reached across them to rest against Ianto's neck and jaw, putting just a little more pressure into the kiss - it was still definitely lighter than the one they'd shared before, but there was absolutely no trace of hesitance.

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Ianto did pull forward, both because of Sulu's arm around his shoulders and just because he wanted to, clutching at Sulu's blazer all the while, finding that it was convenient to have something like that to hold on to.

This was nice. Softer than Ianto was used to, usually. Not that Jack wasn't capable of being quiet and gentle about these things, but. That was usually more for when one of the two of them needed comfort, and not just because they could. He and Jack definitely enjoyed each other's company, and well, each other, but. Not like this. This was different. This was...

Ianto couldn't put his finger on it exactly. It's not like he liked one of them over the other. True, he'd known Jack for longer, and he knew that he probably actually really was in love with Jack, but. He still couldn't in his right consciousness say that he liked Jack better than Sulu, because they just brought out different sides to him. Ianto tilted his head into the kiss, gently urging Sulu on. He wasn't quite ready to step up and take the reins himself just yet, but he certainly didn't mind Sulu doing it for him.

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The last thing Sulu wanted to do right now was let himself get carried away; he'd had enough to drink and liked Ianto enough that it was a distinct possibility for that to happen, but he didn't want to rush this. There was something about Ianto that made Sulu want to do everything slow and carefully, something that made moments like this seem almost better than the more intense ones; despite the fact that he really, really enjoyed that sort of thing too.

With a small noise of satisfaction, Sulu allowed himself to deepen the kiss a bit, running his tongue along Ianto's mouth, pressing a bit. This slow movement made Sulu both want to push forward and pin Ianto to the couch cushions, but he was going to be respectful, damn it. They'd only just gotten back from a date, after all.

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Ianto let out a noise somewhere between humming and a sigh, and instinctively relaxed his jaw, opening his mouth a little, basically giving Sulu free rein to take this kiss however far he saw fit. It also showed Sulu that in that moment, Ianto trusted him a great deal to take things as far as they should go, and not too much further. He was, for his part, going to try and keep a similar eye on things, too. He didn't really want things to get all that heated, because he wasn't really sure that this was the time to start anything like that, but. He did like kissing the other really rather a lot. Especially in this moment, with Sulu's tongue warm against his lips, not pushing things too hard or too fast, but going exactly at the pace that the two of them seemed to unconsciously agree was appropriate.

Ianto slid his hand up to run through Sulu's hair, maybe mussing it a little, but enjoying the feeling of it between his fingers. He liked the fact that he could be doing something with his hands that was relatively innocent while this whole kissing thing was going on, after all. He just had so much pent-up excitement about this kiss, it was hard to sit still and just let it happen without doing something like that.

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Sulu took the hint Ianto gave him and deepened the kiss, moving his hand to drape over the back of Ianto's neck, threading his fingers through the hair there. God, but did he like to kiss Ianto. He was surprised, thinking about it now, that he'd managed to go so many months without so much as a thought of doing this, before that day in the rain. He berated himself, even though he knew he had put on his blinders because he'd thought Ianto and Jack were in a closed relationship, not an open one like it had turned out. He could have been doing this for a while. Possibly, at least.

He couldn't hold back a moaning sort of sound at the feel of Ianto's fingers in his hair, finding his arm pulling Ianto a fraction closer to him. He couldn't help himself, really; it felt so nice to have Ianto this close, and he didn't want it to end.

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Ianto's eyes fluttered shut as Sulu's hand threaded through his hair. Right. Sulu's hands. His wonderful hands. Ianto had forgotten how much he enjoyed them, how much he had enjoyed them the last time the two of them had kissed each other. It was all kind of a blur--the number one emotion being relief in Ianto's mind, rather than desire or excitement, like the sensations that he was getting in that moment instead.

Sulu's moan at Ianto's touch went straight through Ianto. He really rather liked that noise, especially when Sulu did it. He allowed himself to be pulled closer to the other man, not resisting it in the very least, but going right along with the motion, as he kissed Sulu back, with just as equal depth and fervor as he was receiving from the other man. His other hand, previously having been clutching at Sulu's jacket, moved to lay flat on his chest, just bracing himself there as they kissed.

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Sulu was starting to suspect that there might be too many layers of clothing between his skin and Ianto's hand. Of course, he knew that it was a good thing, that it was keeping him from getting too out of control, but at the same time, he wished he could feel Ianto's hands on his skin. He sighed and settled for what he had, humming as Ianto's hand touched his chest, even through the layers of clothes.

He couldn't even think to separate for air; it was too good, too amazing, to think about breaking the kiss, and so he just inhaled through his nose, humming into Ianto's mouth a little as he shifted closer, shifting to pull his arm away from Ianto's shoulders and wrap it now around his waist. He wished there was a way he could stay like this for a long time. (Part of him imagined the community would eventually do it for them, so he made a point to not wish too hard. Didn't want to give it any ideas. ...Then, he realized that he was thinking the community could hear his thoughts and forgot the whole thing in favor of focusing on how Ianto's mouth and body felt against him.)

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Ianto kept getting pulled closer and pulled closer to Sulu, and while he loved kissing him like that, he just couldn't get the angle right, what with Sulu sitting sideways like he was. Luckily enough for Ianto, the way that he himself was sitting was good enough for him to get a little bit of leverage, and moving his hand from Sulu's chest to Sulu's thigh, hooking his other hand a little more firmly around Sulu's head, he leaned forward enough to push Sulu backwards into the armrest that he knew to be behind the other man, capturing his lips in a firm and hungry kiss.

It wasn't until a few moments after that he really realized how he was positioned, how he had just sort of shot forward out of nowhere to go this far, and most of all, that his hand was perilously close to Sulu's groin. He moved his hand to the sofa beside Sulu, pulling away from the kiss abruptly and putting his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Shit. So much for taking it slow. Whether it was because of his nerves or the alcohol or what, Ianto had practically jumped in Sulu's clothes with him in that moment. He just stayed there like that, for a few seconds, catching his breath. "God, I..." he started, shaking his head against Sulu's shoulder, hiding the magnificent blush that had started to bloom there. "I'm sorry. That was... I didn't meant to..." He let out a groan, only this time one of distress, rather than pleasure.

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Sulu made a surprised noise at the sudden move, tightening his hold as Ianto pushed him backwards and effectively pinned him against the couch. He hadn't expected the other to take control, much less take over like this, but Ianto was kissing him so eagerly and Sulu really couldn't find it in himself to complain, though he had to resist fidgeting.

The kiss ended just as suddenly as it had intensified, and Sulu realized probably only moments after Ianto did that maybe this was just a little too much for them at the moment. Sulu stroked Ianto's hair with one hand, his other sliding up his back more so that it was in less of a flirtatious area, and more of a comforting one. He had to blink at the apology, though, because honestly? That had been totally all right. Maybe not in the long run, but at the moment, at least...

"Hey," he said quietly, "Don't worry about it. I'm not complaining." After all, he wasn't clambering to escape Ianto's grasp, now was he?

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"That's just the problem though," Ianto said into Sulu's shoulder. "It's too soon. I... I want to. God, do I want to, but." He buried his face further into Sulu's shoulder, finding the hand in his hair actually very comforting, rather than arousing like it might otherwise have been. Especially considering the fact that moments earlier, Ianto had been all but prepared to jump Sulu.

"I... We need to take things slower than that. As much... As much as either of us would enjoy it, it's probably not a very good idea." He turned his head into Sulu's neck, flushing warm against the skin there, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to the other man. "I'm not sure that, well. If we keep going like that, that I'd really be able to stop myself, when it mattered. I... I'm not a saint," he said, chuckling slightly.

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Sulu restrained himself from moving around any, lying relaxed against the couch as Ianto talked. He knew that the two of them wanted to take things slow, as slow as possible, and he had no problem with that. He just hadn't wanted Ianto to apologize for something that was really not a problem - sure, it was a little much for right now, but someday...

"I know," he said after a minute. "We're going to take this at a pace we're both comfortable with." He hesitated, then smiled to himself and said, "Who wants to go out with a saint? That'd be boring."

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Ianto let out a breath, not quite a laugh, but close enough to count as something of the sort. He realized that he was pretty much leaning across Sulu, trapping him against the side of the sofa, and yet. He really didn't feel like moving whatsoever, not yet. "I guess it would be, wouldn't it?" he asked, amused. "Things would get pretty old pretty fast like that, I'd imagine," he said.

He shifted, making himself more comfortable and turning himself sideways a little bit as he leaned against Sulu. "I'm pretty comfortable with this," he said, in response to Sulu's statement about the pace that they were setting. "I mean. I like this sort of thing. If you do, that is. Just, y'know. Being together. I mean. The other stuff is nice too, but. This is safe and nice." He smiled, knowing that Sulu couldn't see it, but would probably be able to hear it in his voice. "I feel like I won't be able to get myself into as much trouble like this, really."

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Sulu moved his arms obligingly for Ianto's shifting, though he was unable to stop running his fingers through the other's hair. It was nice, after all, and he really liked how it felt. He really liked how all of this felt - it wasn't a let down to go from making out to this, since Sulu hadn't been expecting anything anyway, and he really did like just lying there with Ianto.

"I like it too," he said easily, "Don't worry. I like this just as much as anything. I'm with you, after all." He really thought he should stop with the cheesy lines, but he couldn't help himself; they were true, after all. "But," he said, "This isn't necessarily safe." With his grin evident in his tone, he said, "I could push you off the couch, and I'm sure that would hurt at least a bit." Not that he would.

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"Yeah," Ianto said, blushing at how honest Sulu's words were, when he said them. "That's good, then. Because well. I'd rather like to be able to do this more often. Since the pair of us both like it, and all. I mean. You're really quite comfortable to lie around with, really. Certainly better than if I were just lying on the couch by myself, and all. Got my own personal heat source, like this," he mused. Which was also nice. Ianto tended to run cold, and it was nice to have someone else there to share body heat with.

Ianto turned his head to look up at Sulu as much as he could from the position he wasn't going to move himself from anytime soon, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the other man. "You wouldn't dare," he said, moving a hand to poke Sulu in the ribs. "I'd just take you with me. Use you for a landing cushion, or something," he joked.

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"Whenever you want a personal heat source," Sulu laughed a bit, "You know who to call." And if Ianto asked him to come down just to lay around like this, Sulu would come running at the first possible moment. It was surprising that he was willing to do that, really; usually, he wanted to keep his distance, give himself some personal time (or a lot of personal time, as it went on), but right off the bat, Sulu wanted to spend as much time with Ianto as possible.

"And you're right," Sulu sighed, putting an edge of melodrama into it, "I wouldn't. I broke your nose, once, I don't want to risk breaking anything else. Though," he paused, "I'm a better nurse now than I was at fourteen, I think."

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Ianto laughed back at him. "Are you sure about that? Because really. I might possibly take you up on that, sometimes. Ask you to come over and then stick my cold hands down your shirt to warm them up, or something," he said, moving the hand that had poked Sulu in the ribs to lie flat on his chest instead. God, but suddenly Ianto really wanted it to be winter, so that it would be cold enough for there to be an acceptable reason for the two of them to curl up under a blanket together all day.

Ianto snorted at the nurse comment that Sulu added on to that statement. "Well, that's good to know at least. That the next time I end up with a broken bone or concussed around you, we're not going to mess about wondering what to do about it, or anything like that." He smirked. "Though I will ask you to please keep my nose out of it. And my head in general. I've already had enough head injuries to last me quite a while before meriting another one, thanks."

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"One hundred percent sure," Sulu nodded, moving his arm from Ianto's back so that he could cover the hand resting on his chest with his own. He had no problem with the cold, not really; it came from growing up by the ocean. Sure, he wasn't about to go brave the Siberian tundra with Pavel or anything, but Ianto's hands? That'd be easy.

"I never want to hurt you," Sulu said seriously, before adding with a bit more humor, "Especially not your face. It's too attractive for that." As it was, he thought Ianto was a bit lucky that the broken nose he'd received hadn't stayed with him after the virus, but that was neither here nor there. He wasn't about to bring it up, that was for sure. "Maybe you should invest in a helmet," he added with a little laugh.

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"I'd like that, then," Ianto said, looking at their two hands on top of each other on Sulu's chest. "It's going to start getting cold here, soon, after all. I mean. Not too terribly cold, but. Cold and rainy, which isn't always the best of combinations. And while Ianto himself had also grown up with the coastal breezes blowing the cold air around where he lived, he'd always had horrible circulation, so. His skin, and especially his hands and feet, were all going to be pretty cool to the touch, once the Welsh winter finally rolled itself around.

"You can invite me up to sleep with you in your cabin sometimes too, y'know," Ianto said, moving his head to look at Sulu. "I mean, sure your bed is sort of small for the two of us, but. We managed the last time. It's...cozy." He shrugged. "Y'know. So it isn't just me asking you over all the time, and all."

Ianto pulled a face that clearly showed exactly what he thought of wearing a helmet around all the time. "And look like an absolute twat? No thank you," he said. "I'd rather be concussed than laughed at." His expression softened, and he spoke on a more serious note this time. "I... I know I've said this before, but. Really though. I don't think any less of you for what you did as a kid during that virus. We were both pretty out of line, after all."

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"Yeah," Sulu said with a small shrug, sounding embarrassed, "But I was moreso. I mean... I was raised to not strike out in anger, and I still did. I never was able to hold myself back when I got worked up, though. And I called you caveman," he added with a grin, "That was really rude."

He liked the idea of the two of them sharing his bed again; it had been nice, comfortable - cozy, yes. He wanted to take Ianto up there whenever possible, just so he'd have the excuse to get so close to him whenever he wanted. After all, it was the only real place for them to sit in his cabin... "I'd gladly have you up on the ship, whenever you want to come up. Whatever you want, Ianto." And he meant it, too.

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Ianto shrugged back at Sulu, although he did notice the embarrassed tone to the other man's voice, so he tucked his head in a little closer to the other man. "Maybe it was. But I was asking for it. I wanted there to be something wrong that I could actually deal with myself, and well." He paused, playing with the fabric of Sulu's shirt. "I guess I got that, in the end, yeah? Neither of us is really any more innocent than the other, all things considered."

He sighed at Sulu's words, the sigh one part happy, and one part well...not upset, but. "I really don't want to be bothering you, you know. I mean. Would it really be alright if I just showed up out of the blue and wanted to sit with you? I mean. What if you're busy or something? I wouldn't want to be in the way, or anything of the sort."

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"Well," Sulu said slowly, "I guess we'll just have to settle on the fact that we were both asses as teenagers, and move on." He wondered suddenly what his younger self would have to say about how he and Ianto were getting on as adults, and he laughed a bit at the idea. Scandal and surprise, probably.

At Ianto's comment about bothering him, Sulu shifted, bringing a hand to Ianto's chin so that he could angle their eyes to meet. "Ianto," he said, "You're not going to be bothering me. If I'm busy, I'll tell you. I'm not going to necessarily abandon everything to come down here or have you come up to me, but I'm not going to be bothered when you're there, or I'm here." He moved his hand back to Ianto's hair, smiling, "Just call me before hand and ask. I promise, if there's nothing going on that needs my immediate attention, I will gladly spend all my time with you."

He really, really needed to stop making these promises, because the way his relationships went, he usually ended up breaking them; but with Ianto, he wanted to do everything to keep them, and he couldn't see how that'd change.

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Ianto looked up at Sulu from where he lay across him, looking into his eyes, searching, and he knew in that moment that Sulu was telling the truth. He blushed and tucked his head back against Sulu's shoulder as Sulu's hand moved back to his hair, but he'd seen the honesty there, and there was no taking that back. He couldn't honestly understand why Sulu would feel that way about him, but he did understand the feeling, considering he felt the same way back towards the other man.

"Yeah," Ianto said, "alright. I...I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, really. Which...well, it makes me feel kind of silly, honestly. That I could enjoy something this simple so much, but." Ianto shrugged. "It's calming. I know we've only been on one date but. It makes me feel--" He cut himself off, blushing.