[RL WITH SULU]

[torchwoodteaboy]

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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Letting go obediently, Sulu briefly moved to squeeze Ianto's hand before making a move to get out of the shower, knowing where Ianto had put the towel for him and, most importantly, wanting to follow Ianto's instructions and dry off. After all, Ianto was right. Dripping wet would just lead to being cold, and that was not what Sulu wanted for either of them. "Drying off is fine," he said, almost conversationally, giving Ianto a grin. "Wet sheets kind of suck."

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Ianto stepped back in the tub, switching off the cold water and then the hot water, before stepping out as well, grabbing his normal towel that lay on the towel rack just to the left of the shower. "Wet sheets might not bother me for a while," Ianto said, smirking and quirking an eyebrow as he replied to Sulu, "but after a while, they'd be less than comfortable, yeah. And after the last few nights, I'd rather like to be comfortable for once, and all."

Ianto made a quick job of toweling his hair off, not really caring if it was a little bit mussed from the lack of attention that he was giving it. It wasn't like it was going to stay styled, even if he did bother with it at that moment. He dried the rest of himself off as well, making short work of that too, before turning to Sulu. "Alright, then," he said. "Let's go." He nodded toward his bedroom, blushing but grinning nonetheless. "You said you were going to thank me for tonight, yeah?"

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Sulu was used to drying off quickly as part of his routine, and used that fact to his advantage, watching Ianto out of the corner of his eye as he did so. Ianto seemed like the kind of guy who would hate dripping all over the bed, but then again, Ianto seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't be so forward. When Ianto turned to him, Sulu couldn't help but grin, tilting his head, towel around his waist out of habit. He wondered if Ianto would make him get as far as the bed. Sulu wasn't sure he wanted to wait those few extra moments.

"Not sure how, yet," he said easily, moving past Ianto, deciding that, as much as pushing the other into the counter sounded like a great idea, it probably wasn't going to be comfortable, and he wanted comfortable. His hand looped around the other's wrist and he tugged, pulling him along to the bedroom, half-facing him with a wide grin. "Any ideas?"

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Ianto grinned back, allowing himself to be tugged along, his own towel clutched around his waist. "Not really," he admitted. "That's generally your department, when you're thanking someone," he joked, but then continued. "Honestly, so long as it's you, and there are no ghosts or interruptions of any kind, I could really care less where we end up or what we end up doing, so long as we start doing whatever it is relatively soon," he admitted, with a blush, as they entered the bedroom.

There were, well. There were a lot more options they had, now that they were back at Ianto's flat. A lot more things that Ianto kept around than they would have had stocked in the hotel there. Not that he particularly cared one way or the other what they ended up doing. Ianto just wanted to stick close to Sulu, to enjoy the other man, to have Sulu enjoy himself, and really just make the most of the last night of their vacation.

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Ianto's bluntness just made Sulu grin, pulling Ianto into the room. "Hopefully there's no such thing as too soon for you," he said almost conversationally, before putting his hands on Ianto's shoulders and pushing him back, using their combined weight against the door to close it, mouth finding Ianto's in a heavy, open-mouthed kiss.

He pressed himself entirely against the other, his hands sliding across bare shoulders, one going up to thread through Ianto's mussed-up hair. The other, after brushing against the skin behind the other's ear, slid down to tug away their towels, tossing them aside carelessly as he ground up and into him. And maybe that was too fast, maybe he should be taking it slow, like he had before, but Sulu was almost expecting the ghostly presence from the ship and was instinctively trying to get as much out of the night before that happened.

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Ianto's hands went to rest on each side of Sulu's waist, one settling there and the other restless, running up Sulu's chest to cup the side of his face so Ianto could get a better angle on kissing him. Maybe it was fast, maybe even a little bit too fast considering they had all of what was left of the night, but Ianto didn't really mind. He was young, Sulu was younger, and they were both looking to make up for lost time. Both probably still a little jumpy about things as well, because well. Less than an hour ago they'd been huddled in a bathroom, fearing for their lives. Or at least, Ianto had been doing so.

Ianto wanted to say something along the lines of 'Please. I've been sleeping with Jack for the last year; I really don't think that I really even understand the words too soon anymore,' but. That would mean he'd have to stop kissing Sulu, and he really didn't want to do that. He flicked his tongue across Sulu's. Hopefully that would get the same sort of message across, instead.

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Wanting nothing more than to literally melt into Ianto's touch, Sulu made a low noise in the back of his throat and shifted his hips, moving his free hand to wrap around Ianto's erection, moving slow but deliberate, hinting at the fact that he was, really, not going to keep going slow, that he was planning on taking this a lot farther before time was up.

Part of him still felt sick, like he was remembering a hangover from the night before, and he still felt a little triumphant because here he was, alone with Ianto at last, able to do things that no poltergeist could ever do. Not without being really creepy. He nearly laughed into Ianto's mouth at that, smiling and pulling away enough to say, quietly, "Don't know what I would've done without you."

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Ianto would've had a bit of a hard time following what Sulu's train of thought was there normally, considering that there was no lead-in to his words that Ianto could tell at all, and so in this moment, with Sulu's hand wrapped around his erection, Sulu pressed up against him and talking into his mouth, it was all he could do to just process the words at face value for a moment or two.

"Probably wouldn't have ended up in as much trouble without me, honestly," he said, trying to keep both his voice and his hips steady, although it was difficult. "Nothing for ghosts to be jealous of, at least." He smiled. Better not suggest that the ghost might've taken an interest in him instead. May not have the effect he wanted to have on the other man right at that moment. "I'm glad I was there, though," he said. "Don't think we'd be here now if I weren't."

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Even as he pressed his lips against Ianto's again, Sulu was smiling; he didn't think he was able to stop, stroking slowly, purposefully, the idea of Ianto being the reason he'd gotten in trouble making him want to laugh. It was the community's ghost; if Ianto hadn't been there, Sulu would have just been stuck alone with it. Alone with a ghost and that dizzying zen feeling of falling.

He shook his head and moved to suck and bite at Ianto's earlobe, free hand pressing Ianto's shoulder into the door. "I wouldn't have gotten to share that bed with you, if you hadn't been there. And we wouldn't get this, what we've got here and now. So. I don't know what I would've done without you." He knew he was rambling a bit, and he knew it was probably not a good time to be doing this, but there was that after-mission excitement that often got him doing things he probably didn't need to do. "Like a damn rock," he said, changing the tempo his hand moved at, speeding up, laughing a bit, "Plus, bedwarmer. Can't go wrong with that."

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Ianto moved his hand from Sulu's cheek, putting them both on his sides instead, needing to be grasping onto something with both hands to keep himself in check. Pressed against the door, Ianto let his head fall back against it, his eyes falling shut. At the increase in speed of Sulu's hand, Ianto's grip tightened a little, and his breathing rate sped up a little too. Sulu was rambling, it was true, and Ianto was having trouble following it when there was one of Sulu's hands stroking him at the same time, but he managed to catch and hold onto the last bit.

"No," Ianto said, his voice breathy and low. "Can't go wrong with that. Especially not the bedwarmer part. Need to keep you around more often come winter. It'll be handy then. This flat can get..." He trailed off, biting his lip to keep himself from moaning suddenly, but he couldn't help letting out a little sound. It wasn't that Sulu had changed paces again, or that he'd done anything different. It was that Ianto had caught the smell of his own soap, his own shampoo coming from the other man, and even though logically, he knew that would be the case because of that shower, something low and carnal and possessive in him had tightened at that. Bed... That would be nice. He wasn't sure that they were going to make it over there quite yet, though.