torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH SULU]

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[RL WITH SULU]

The past few days had been exciting ones, and definitely not in the way that Ianto would have predicted them to be when he'd first set foot on the boat. They should have known that there would be something wrong with this, but how were they to know that Sulu saying that nothing could go wrong after what they'd accomplished on the first night would come back to quite literally haunt them, as it were? Because there really was no denying it anymore. There'd been enough talk about what else had going on in other people's cabins enough to know that it wasn't just their suite. The whole ship was buzzing about it, and though everyone was reporting different things happening, there was really no doubt about it. Regardless of whatever was causing it, the place was haunted.

Ianto'd tried ignoring it. He'd tried rationalizing it, and any other number of things to keep from admitting that what they had were ghosts on their hands. There was really just no denying it anymore. What had started out as objects moving every once and a while, and strange sounds in the night had turned a lot more active over the next few nights, the hot water switching itself off as Ianto was showering, their suitcases emptied out all over the suite while they slept. Ianto'd made sure that the door had been locked each time, and had even taken to sleeping with the key in his shorts pocket, but it wasn't any use. The door hadn't been opening to let anyone in--whatever was happening in the suite, it wasn't coming from the outside.

What had started out as them trying to make the best of their vacation had ended up with, well, at least Ianto being very wary of his surroundings, and of what could possibly go wrong with them. As much as he'd like to initiate something more with Sulu, the idea that they would be watched while they did was...more than a little bit of a turn-off. He hoped that Sulu understood, as it was.

Sulu, for his part, seemed to be taking this whole ghost thing pretty hard. Because paranormal things were sort of right up Ianto's alley, considering that he worked for Torchwood and all, he was trying his hardest to be a good Torchwood officer, keep a level head for the other man, and not freak out at anything that might have otherwise given him pause. Sulu hadn't admitted to being frightened of these ghosts, but. Ianto could tell that he was definitely a lot less comfortable with the thought of them being around than even Ianto himself was. It was almost nice, to be able to be there for Sulu like he had to be because of these hauntings. Almost.

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Ianto raised an eyebrow, smiling at Sulu. "Well, if you're going to make me do all the work with the shower, then I think it's only fair that I leave this one up to you," he answered coyly. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Sulu's jeans, pulling the other man closer to him. Now that the adrenaline of running away was wearing off, Ianto felt another sort of adrenaline start to course through him.

Ianto's fingers found the button of Sulu's jeans, deftly popping it open, but going no further than that. He didn't want to be grossly overdressed in comparison to the other man, and seeing that he was still in his shorts and t-shirt, he figured he could leave Sulu's jeans on a little bit longer. Because he knew for a fact that the other man wasn't wearing anything underneath them.

Sulu's jeans needed to come off, that was very true, but Sulu decided he would just have to wait until Ianto was undressed. He didn't bother saying anything; he was afraid that he'd do something wrong, now that he'd gotten this far. With a smile, he let himself be pulled close to Ianto, stepping so that he was pressed against him, hands toying with the bottom of Ianto's shirt, leaning in to kiss him briefly before moving to pull his shirt off.

He was slower than he'd liked, because he wanted to make sure Ianto wasn't about to get tangled up in the fabric, but once it was off Sulu was kissing him again, hands grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him close before easing back to Ianto's hips, hooking around the elastic waistband of his shorts but, he wanted to take his time here. They hadn't had this much privacy in four nights and he wanted to use it while he could.

After his shirt had been pulled off and tossed aside, Ianto happily allowed himself to be pulled closer still to Sulu, his arms coming up to wrap around Sulu's back, fingers splayed across the other man's skin, hands moving slowly, gently, exploring his back. Which he'd been tossed through a door onto. He really wasn't sure how he was going to ignore these facts. Not so soon after it'd happened. Maybe a little later. But now, Ianto just wanted to appreciate Sulu. All that he'd done for him, both on this virus and earlier, physically, emotionally. He just wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him. Make him feel good. Feel good himself. And he hoped that they could do that.

And so, Ianto didn't really mind if they went slow, just so long as they went at all. He was happy with slow, even. Nothing with Jack went slow, not usually, and that made this even more special. God, but he really wanted to enjoy this one last night together with Sulu. His hands trailed lower on Sulu's back, running along the waistband of his jeans, but doing nothing to remove them whatsoever.

It wasn't hard to feel the same way Ianto felt, even if Sulu had no real clue that the other was thinking about how, less than half an hour ago, he'd been thrown through a door, how his back had ached and he'd been sure something was cracked - he hadn't dared mention it to Ianto, though, not then, not when they had so many other things to worry about, wandering down the hall in a haunted ship.

But, now, his ribs, his spine, his skull and shoulder, they were all fine, and Ianto was touching his back with an easy grace that he was sure he was never going to get enough of. Ianto was... something special. Sulu was pretty sure of that by now. Hell, there wasn't any way to deny it at this point, because he'd let his emotions get the best of him with the other and that didn't happen often. Not with him.

Smiling against Ianto's mouth, he tugged lightly on the shorts and murmured, "Don't you run out of hot water here?"

Ianto smiled back at Sulu, eyes closed, pressing their foreheads together and nodding. "Yeah, actually. I might. Not the best water system in the world, in Grangetown." He moved his hands to grasp the waistband of Sulu's jeans. "I suppose that we should get a move on then," he said.

Without waiting to get a response from the other man, Ianto's one arm moved to hook around Sulu's back, both resting there and holding him in place, while Ianto's other hand snaked around to the front of Sulu's jeans, and slowly undid the zipper, sliding his hand in and deliberately brushing against him, before sliding out and grabbing Sulu's waistband again. "Guess we should get these off first though, yeah?" he asked, his smile gone more into a smirk. They'd only done anything like this once before, and well. Faced with the prospect of being able to do it a second time, in his flat, without any interruptions, well. Ianto was pretty excited about all of that. That maybe one last good thing could come out of this unplanned vacation of theirs.

Sulu drew in a sharp breath as Ianto's hand moved, his own hands sliding to cover Ianto's, pushing them down, because this was fine, but they were going to run out of hot water and Sulu really didn't need his pants right now. They could disintegrate and never be found again for all he cared. He grabbed at Ianto's shorts and pulled, not bothering with the playing around and casual grace Ianto had been using, because slow was good, but it was also better without the clothes in between them.

His hands found the small of Ianto's back and held him close, head tilting briefly towards the running shower. He almost mentioned how the water smelled strange, not necessarily dirty but not purified and clean like the water he knew, but he kept it to himself because this really wasn't the time to comment on things like that. "Come on. I look like I got in a fight." A hand slid down, around, fingers tracing lines along Ianto's hips, then grabbed one of his hands lightly as he smirked. "I don't think you want me in your bed covered in blood."

Ianto stepped out of his shorts, not caring in the least that that meant he was now completely naked in front of the other man. Nothing he hadn't seen. Or wouldn't see eventually, at least. Ianto quirked an eyebrow and a half smile at Sulu, moving to grip Sulu's hand back. "That's because you did get in a fight. With a crystal decanter and a door, if nothing else." He traced a circle on the skin on Sulu's lower back. "I can't say much for the decanter, but if the state of the door was anything to go by...I dare say that you might've actually won that fight," he said with a smile.

He squeezed Sulu's hand, before stepping back, toward the shower. "C'mon, then," he said, stepping over the edge of the tub, into the spray of the water, all the while still holding on to Sulu's hand. "I can guarantee you that the water temperature's actually quite nice. Won't stay that way for too much longer, though, so if you want to actually enjoy this shower, you'd better hurry up and join me."

"I think I kicked the door's ass," he said with false bravado, following Ianto's moves and climbing into the shower, careful to watch his footing because his luck these last few days just hadn't been so good. He didn't want to slip and crack his head on the tub, after all. And while it was a little small for the two of them to be in it at the same time, Sulu couldn't find anything wrong with the arrangement.

He immediately shifted to put his head under the spray, his one hand sliding up to Ianto's shoulder to rub at the muscles there while his other went to run through his hair. He wasn't necessarily a vain guy, but he didn't know anyone who liked their hair to be matted with blood. Hand still in his hair, he leaned in to kiss Ianto; now that they were in the shower, it seemed like he was back to taking things slow.

Ianto shut his eyes into the kiss, not wanting to get water in them for one thing, but another because he really was enjoying himself there. He slid a hand up to grip Sulu's shoulder, because it really would be a disaster if one of them were to slip and get hurt. No magical community to fix things, this time, it would be all real, and more than a little bit embarrassing.

After a moment, Ianto pulled back from the kiss, pulling back far enough to look at Sulu, to watch the water running pink as he washed his hair out. Ianto brought up a hand to Sulu's head, brushing his fingers lightly against his temple, before threading them through Sulu's shower-soaked hair. It really was all healed, and pretty soon all the evidence that it'd ever happened would be gone, leaving him only with the memory of just how freaked out he'd been. He shook himself, not wanting to focus too hard on that. He could ruminate on all of that tomorrow, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy himself.

He smiled at Sulu. "Care to use any shampoo?" he asked, with a grin. "I'm afraid it's probably a lot girlier than whatever you're used to using, but. It'll probably work better than just water in getting all of the blood out, and well. I rather think it smells nice, at least." It was his shampoo after all. Of course, then Sulu would smell like it, but. That wasn't necessarily a problem, now was it?

Sulu leaned into Ianto, head tilting into his hand as he closed his eyes himself, smiling vaguely at nothing in particular, hands moving to slide up and down Ianto's sides, feeling slick skin and loving it. This was how their vacation was supposed to have gone - how it should have gone, and would have if the community hadn't had a hand in it. It was getting to the point, though, that Sulu couldn't help but look on the bright side; the things they'd had to deal with for the last four nights had been something to make this moment all the better. It was a reward, really, and one Sulu was glad to have.

He grinned back at Ianto's question, fingers digging lightly into the skin of Ianto's hips, "I think it smells nice too," he said distantly, still thinking about just how much he liked being just around Ianto. "Pass it over. Or are you going to do it for me, just in case the community missed something?" He... wouldn't be entirely opposed to that idea, that was for sure.

Ianto reached over to the ledge, picking up the shampoo in question. When Sulu asked him if he was going to do it for him, though, he paused. Why not? He knew from personal experience that it was a wonderful feeling to have someone else wash your hair for you, and well. This was his attempt at the vacation that they should have been able to have if not for all the ghost stuff, so why not.

Ianto smiled at him, coyly. "Sure, why not," he said, flipping the bottle open and pouring some out onto his hands. "You've had a trying day, fighting all those inanimate objects and paranormal figures. Why not let me do the work, this time? he asked, with a smirk. "That is," he added, the cocky attitude he'd adopted momentarily gone, as he was seeking an actual true answer here, "if that's okay with you. You're free to do it yourself, if you'd rather. I just thought," he shrugged. "Might be nice, s'all."

Sulu laughed quietly and leaned in to kiss Ianto's ear, hands dropping to Ianto's backside. "I'm a little busy," he said with a grin, pressing against Ianto as much as he could without ruining their balance. "You go ahead. I want you to."

It was a little jarring, sometimes, to notice the difference between Ianto's usual demeanor and the way he acted in situations like this, when they were being so intimate, but Sulu couldn't complain. He liked the two different sides. Ianto was so considerate, always double-checking to make sure Sulu was okay with whatever was going on, ready to come to his aid if he needed it, like he had with the ghost's attacks. And then he could turn around and shower with him, lean close and make something as simple as taking off a pair of jeans something sensual. "I promise," he said, "Anything you want, I want too."

Ianto smiled at that last sentence, quirking an eyebrow a little at it. Anything? He didn't comment, though. There would be time enough for that later down the line. For now, though, it was all about the simple things. About enjoying each other's company, about enjoying each other, for one more day before they had to go back to real life and their own perspective jobs and worlds.

"Alright, then," Ianto said, shifting so that Sulu wouldn't be standing under the direct spray of the shower head anymore, knowing that Sulu would move with him, would ant to stay close, the way they were before. He rubbed his hands together, working the shampoo into a bit of a lather before bringing up his hands to thread through Sulu's hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He leaned forward, counting on Sulu to keep their balance as he leaned into him more than before, moving to kiss the corner of Sulu's jaw, all the while still working his hands through Sulu's hair.

Sulu kept his eyes closed as he felt Ianto's hands in his hair, knowing that opening them would just lead to a rather unfortunate end to the moment they were having. He felt Ianto's weight shift and did keep them upright, groaning appreciatively at the hands in his hair. It really felt good, and he could feel the last of the subconscious tension ease out of the muscles on his back and shoulders. He hadn't even noticed that he'd felt so uptight, once they'd gotten back to Ianto's flat, not until Ianto's hands had threaded through his hair and he'd smelled the shampoo that Ianto always used.

As Ianto kissed his jaw, Sulu turned his head a bit, finding the other's lips blindly and brushing his own across them, lightly. He didn't know if Ianto was going to need him to rinse out the soap, or if he was going to keep him like this for as long as possible, and honestly, he wouldn't mind just staying like this until the hot water ran out - even if he needed to make sure his chest was clean.

Ianto's hands massaged their way through Sulu's hair a few more times, before trailing down to Sulu's shoulders, massaging there as well, feeling the tension in the other man slowly begin to melt away. Shampoo was no sort of message oil, but it made his hands slippery and did the job well enough. This was something he'd learned to do for Jack, the massage, to help work away whatever stresses he'd been carrying around with him, and he happily employed it again, this time on Sulu.

Ianto kissed the corner of Sulu's mouth, smiling as he tasted shampoo on his lips. They were going to have to rinse it off before too much longer, so they could enjoy this moment a lot more. He worked his his hands over Sulu's shoulders as best he could, finding a knot in one that was probably the only remnant of Sulu's injury from previously that night, and slowly worked it out. After another moment, his hands stilled, and he just stood there, holding himself close to Sulu, reveling in the contact that he didn't know he needed quite as much as he did until he had it. "You should probably rinse that out, now," he said, softly, of course meaning the shampoo. He just didn't have the heart to move quite just yet.

"Mm." Sulu nodded, tilting his head only fractionally. He knew he needed to move to rinse out the shampoo, and he knew that he really should, because it would otherwise get in their way, and Sulu would love to be able to open his eyes... But that didn't make it any easier to do it. With a slightly annoyed noise, Sulu moved the two of them so that he could lean his head back into the spray of the water, his hands drifting down across Ianto's stomach before pulling away at the last minute to reach into his hair. If he was going to be in a shower with Ianto, he was going to try and keep his hands on him as much as possible.

Still. If they got out of here... Sulu began to brush water down his chest, to get the remnants of dried blood off his chest. He really didn't want to forget something as simple as that, being so caught up in Ianto.

Ianto bent down and picked up the soap from the soap dish, working up a lather in his hands before moving to help Sulu out with the dried blood on his chest as well. He really hoped that it didn't come across as him just cleaning Sulu off. For one, he really did want to help, and he knew that the soap would get it cleaner much faster than just the water. For another thing, he...really couldn't seem to keep his hands off of the other man, whether it was checking to see if he was really alright, or...slightly less innocently intentioned movements.

He ran his hands over Sulu's chest, cleaning as best they could without stepping out of the direct path of the shower head again. It seemed to be doing the job, though, and pretty soon, any trace of the fact that Sulu'd had a pretty serious gash that had bled just about everywhere was gone with the water down the drain. Ianto leaned forward, closing the space in between them. "There," he said, ducking his head to kiss the side of Sulu's neck, speaking against the skin there, "good as new..."

Sulu hooked his arms around Ianto's shoulders, resting his head briefly on one of his shoulders before kissing the skin there. "You're a miracle worker," he said to Ianto, dropping a hand to rest against the other man's thigh as they stood there, pressed together under the spray of the shower. He felt clean, comfortable, and... well. He smiled slowly and kissed Ianto's shoulder again, placing kisses up his neck and to his ear.

"I need to thank you for all this," he said, and while the shower was definitely at the forefront of his mind, he realized that Ianto had been the one to drag him out of harm's way when he'd gotten a concussion from the decanter, and who'd dragged him away from the room once they'd broken through the door - once he'd broken through the door, really. Sulu really did owe Ianto, and now didn't seem too bad a time to mention that fact.

"You do, do you?" Ianto asked softly, laughing slightly, a low and pleased sound as Sulu spoke into his ear. He braced himself with one hand around Sulu's back, before moving his other hand down to run over the back of Sulu's hand on his thigh.

"I'm pretty sure that you've more than made up for this night's trials previously, with that whole handcuff virus," Ianto said, smiling slightly, tipping his head to the side, his eyes shut and his expression almost serene. "I mean. I may have had to drag you around tonight, but at least you stayed conscious the whole time, which is more than I can say of myself that one time before."

"Even still," he said, his smile widening, his voice sounding a bit coy, "if you have something in mind to do to thank me... I'm not going to try and convince you that you shouldn't."

"Kind of conscious," Sulu admitted with a small smile, because it was the truth. He'd been awake and alert enough to know things were being thrown at him, but, well, anyone could be that alert, even when they weren't able to think straight. It just depended on their training - and Sulu had had training from the best when it came to situations like that. If only they'd prepared him for the potential of ghosts - but that was strictly a community thing. Like the zombies had been.

He frowned momentarily at the memory before tilting his head to banish the thought, keeping his eyes closed against the water even as he leaned his head back a bit, opening them only when he knew he'd be looking at Ianto. "It wouldn't work," he said easily, "I'm too stubborn. But. I'm going to slip if I so much as try to push you into the wall there, and believe me, that's what I want to do right now, so... Maybe we'll have to wait until we're out of the shower, okay?"

Ianto smiled, the next words out of his mouth before he had even had a chance to think about what exactly it was that he was saying. "Well," he said, "I guess I'm just going to have to invest in a non-slip mat, then." As soon as he did realize what he was saying, though, he blushed rather brightly, but well. It wasn't like he was going to take it back. It was a good idea, after all. Lord knows, he'd slipped enough in the shower, both alone and with Jack, to realize the necessity of something like it on the floor of his shower.

"Ehm," he said, trying to thing of something to cover for himself, something that would change the topic of their conversation a little, but realized pretty quickly that he just wasn't coming up with anything. "I, uh, really only need a few moments under the spray, and then I'll be done, here," he said, explaining the facts, deciding that completely changing the topic was impossible anyway, especially when both of their minds would undoubtedly come right back to it.

Sulu wanted to kiss that blush of Ianto's, and since there wasn't anything to stop him, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to either cheek, smiling wide and not at all innocently at the other man's admission. The fact that Ianto could get embarrassed, or bashful, or whatever it was that made him blush like that, while they were both naked and pressed up against each other in a shower? It really was charming. Attractive, even.

Dragging his fingertips up Ianto's thigh, to his hip, he gently moved, sliding mostly, so that Ianto was the one under the water for the most part, instead of himself. He didn't kiss the other so much as he licked Ianto's lips, and said, "Just a few moments?"

Ianto shivered at the feeling of Sulu's finger running over his skin like that, at the hot water at his back and the heat of Sulu pressed against his front. He moved to rest a hand on Sulu's forearm, bracing his other arm on Sulu's lower back as he rocked his hips forward, pressing closer still against Sulu.

"Don't get cocky with me, Lieutenant Sulu," he said, speaking against the other man's lips. "You're the one who suggested that we move this elsewhere. I'm not opposed to that plan, because really, I'd rather not see you crack your head open again tonight, and I could care less about where we end up, but I'm going to have to let go of you to get dried off, so. Yes. Another few moments like this."

"Bad choice of words," Sulu laughed, finding the entire situation sort of funny, in a good way. He reached up to run his hands through Ianto's hair, cupping one hand around the back of his head to help him kiss Ianto deeply.

Maybe Ianto actually wanted to rinse off, maybe he wanted to wash his hair and get clean before Sulu took him away from the shower, but Sulu found himself too impatient for that kind of thing. He'd apologize later, he figured, and for now he abandoned all pretense and any hope of teasing, hand sliding across Ianto's hips, shifting so that he could slip a hand between them and wrap it around Ianto. It was feather-light pressure, yeah, but he hoped it would encourage Ianto to get a bit of a move on. They had three nights to make up for, here, after all.

Ianto bit back a sound that sounded vaguely like a growl at Sulu's light touch. He wanted more, and he realized that there wasn't any way that he would get that while the two of them were still standing in the shower. And now that they'd run out of reasons to be there, Sulu cleaned off and him just wanting to get a move on already, he shifted. "Alright, alright," he said, breathily. "Fine. I... We're going to dry off first, though. As fun as it would be to just run off from here, I... I'd rather not be dripping wet from the shower in the process."

He moved a hand to run down Sulu's arm, the arm with the hand that was holding on to him. "I'll shut off the water, and we can get out of here, but you're going to have to let go first. I don't have near enough willpower to get you to move your hand, at the moment."

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