Janto oneshots

Drunk words

A/N:

If you're not familiar with the game I mention the rules are simple. Each person writes down a name of a person (normally a famous person)on a post it note (I think some people call them sticky notes) and stick it to another persons forehead (everyone in the group has to have a post it on their head. People then ask yes or no questions as to who they are (what the name on their Forehead is) and try to guess who.
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"Am I .... am I the queen of Spain" ianto giggled in his drunken haze, the yellow post it note stuck to his head moving with the breeze of the movements of his head. He and the rest of the team had begun drinking after jack had left and several hours later he still hadn't been back. Gwen giggled "no silly there isn't a queen of Spain" she informed him her words slightly slurred. "You have to ask questions" tosh explained eagerly. Ianto scrunched his nose adorably "right ok then umm do people like me?" He asked seemingly have ing difficulty forming his sentence. Owen frowned staring at him for a second "hard t' say..... sometimes" he concluded the last word after unnecessary pondering. "Owennnnn" tosh whined "it has to be a yes 'r no answer!". Owen grunted and drained a glass of scotch in dismissal. Ianto scrunched his face up thinking of his next question, the yellow post it note finally gave up and fluttered from his forehead to the ground. The group stared at it in dismay as ianto picked it up "jack harkness" he read aloud "OH! That makes more sense than the queen of Spain" he exclaimed happily as he sipped his drink. The rest of the team seemed to decide the game was no longer worth it and flicked their own post it notes to the ground. "So talking of jack" Gwen slurred finally feeling brave "what's going on between you two". Ianto blushed "nothing" he mumbled into his glass. Owen caught the youngest team members blush and exclaimed loudly "oh my god they're fucking!". "Mmmm..." ianto mumbled before remembering what they were talking about "am not!" He protested indignantly. "Are too" Owen shot back childishly his eyes brightening at the comment.

Suddenly a broad American accent cut through the chaos "what exactly are you lot doing over here?". The others seemed to suddenly sober up at the sight of their boss or at least they pretended to. Ianto's however, had had far more to drink than the others so he decided it best to stare into his glass as jack began to scold them. Jacks eyes darted round the room as he spoke "you know I don't mind the odd drink as you work but this..." he gestured wildly round the room "... well this is just ridiculous I suggest you all go home now". The captains eyes suddenly settled on ianto. Like the others his pupils were dilated from the drink however unlike the others his appearance was alarmingly more ruffled than the others. Ianto's hair stuck out in odd angles making his rather resemble, jack thought, a small duckling. The welshman's usually well pressed suit was ruffled and creasing and he had even undone his tie and top button, leaving the tie draped around his neck. The younger man even clutched a small piece of yellow paper in his left hand that he seemed reluctant to get rid of. "Everyone except ianto" the captain seemed to decide which earned him a few odd looks from the team as they sloped off to make their ways home. Jack made his way toward ianto and sat down next to him. "Hey" he said in a low voice. Ianto looked at him with wide eyes for a second before he giggled "hi" he said smiling and looking into jacks eyes. Jack smiled back -so ianto's cute drunk- he thought to himself. Jack slowly took the drink from Ianto's hand "come on you can sleep in my bunker tonight and borrow some more comfortable clothes you need to sleep tonight" he informed the younger man softly. Ianto allowed himself to be taken by the hand and helped down the ladder to jacks bunker. Jack helped history the bunk and left him to sit on it before turning to find some tracksuit bottoms and a cotton t-shirt. "Alright if I help you into these" jack asked turning to ianto. Ianto nodded slightly, clearly distracted. It was then that jack realised ianto was still clutching the yellow piece of paper he had been before. "Ianto I'm going to have to take that from you" he informed him softly, surprised when ianto let out a small noise of protest. "Oh" Ianto said looking up his eyes wide as he suddenly seemed to realise who he was with "oh 's ok" he slurred handing the paper which jack now noticed to be a post it note "got the real thing now". At first jack was confused at Ianto's words until he looked down at the paper to realise his own name scrawled there. He smiled softly and set the paper down on a nearby surface before he began to help ianto into the clothed he had picked out. Ianto smiled happily at jacks gentle touches and he began to spout facts to the captain "did you know! That drunk words are so- sob'r- non drunk people thoughts according to psychol- psy- people with thought knowledge" he mentioned matter of factly struggling over some of his words. "Really?" jack smiled with genuine interest as he slipped the cotton t-shirt over Ianto's head "that's interesting but I think you should get some sleep don't you?" He said as he layed ianto down on the bed and covered him with a thick blanket. Ianto immediately cuddled sleepily into it before looking up at jack and giggling again "you..." he said smiling up at the captain as he pointed an accusing finger "you steal things .... you stole my my. My paper thingy" he explained looking over to the post it note where it had been left "AND my heart" he said before cuddling down. Jack smiled wishing that ianto was sober enough to mean what he said as he turned to leave. He suddenly felt a weak grip tugging on his sleeve "nooo" ianto whined adorably "you stay here ....with me" he almost ordered the captain making a big deal of making room for him in the bed. Jack gladly slipped into the bed pondering Ianto's earlier comment. Maybe the people with 'thought knowledge' were right... maybe drunk words were sober thoughts. His hypothesis was confirmed when Ianto's arm was draped over jack as the Welshman cuddled into the immortal with a happy sigh.