The arm still around his waist, a chest pressed up against his back, Ianto very clearly and distinctly heard Sulu's voice responding to him. Coming from inside the bathroom. ...SHIT.
With as much dignity as he could muster, considering the situation he'd inadvertently found himself in, Ianto threw back the covers, launched himself from the bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. He felt no need to turn and look and see if there actually had been anyone there, especially not if there was something to look at lying in the bed still. He knew what he felt, and it had been a solid presence, a solid arm and pair of lips that had touched him, not some ghostly brush or whatever people sometimes talked about. He really, really didn't need an image to go along with that.
He thanked all the gods he could think of that Sulu hadn't locked the door to the bathroom, and all but ripped it open, throwing himself inside before shutting the door forcefully behind him. He leaned back against the door, holding it shut, his breathing coming fast and definitely not from how quickly he'd just moved across the bedroom. He swallowed hard. He'd probably have to explain himself to Sulu, in a few moments, but right then, he just really needed to be not alone in the bedroom anymore.
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With as much dignity as he could muster, considering the situation he'd inadvertently found himself in, Ianto threw back the covers, launched himself from the bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. He felt no need to turn and look and see if there actually had been anyone there, especially not if there was something to look at lying in the bed still. He knew what he felt, and it had been a solid presence, a solid arm and pair of lips that had touched him, not some ghostly brush or whatever people sometimes talked about. He really, really didn't need an image to go along with that.
He thanked all the gods he could think of that Sulu hadn't locked the door to the bathroom, and all but ripped it open, throwing himself inside before shutting the door forcefully behind him. He leaned back against the door, holding it shut, his breathing coming fast and definitely not from how quickly he'd just moved across the bedroom. He swallowed hard. He'd probably have to explain himself to Sulu, in a few moments, but right then, he just really needed to be not alone in the bedroom anymore.