"Yeah," John replies, and his pulse is racing just as quick now. This seemed like a good idea at the time but now some of his courage is dying a little. It feels less like a lighthearted game when he's aware people are actually watching, when there's a chance they're about to be arrested. "So, just so you're aware, I've not exactly done this with an audience before."

Since, air force, and you know -- the teen years weren't a good time in general what with his dad, and then there was his parent's divorce. Then his mother's death. Then his own divorce. So, the edges of panic starting to tug at him might well be related to all this. He feels a weird spike of shame and tries to shake it off, since there's nothing wrong with anything he's doing other than how shitty a distraction plan it may have been. He's not seen anyone judging anyone else in this place for who they flirt with so get over it Sheppard. Only that thought isn't helping them not get caught right now. Why did he think this would work? Way to go, another stupid plan getting everyone in trouble. Right. Come on, John, get your act together. Damn it. He takes a deep breath, then letting his eyes flit sideways one last time for a second he lets go of the last of his caution. Fuck it. He yanks Ianto forward into a kiss, lets his fingers drop from the collar of his jacket to clutch at the back of it -- to lift and cup the back of his neck to stop him pulling away too quickly.