Jack awoke feeling more peaceful and relaxed than he could remember ever being before. He didn't open his eyes; just stayed curled into the warm body at his side, feeling the small puffs of breath against his chest. Ianto hadn’t moved, but the blanket that had been tucked around him earlier now covered all three men. It was scratchy, and a little too hot, but Jack felt too comfortable to complain.

Owen's skin was warm beneath his fingertips, and the arm that had wrapped around Ianto was now caught between the younger man and Jack.

He could hear both of their hearts beating slowly and steadily, loudly in his ears.

A small grin spread across his face as he breathed in the smell of sex still lingering in the air. Last night had been…amazing. He thought he'd go insane if he didn't have sex, and then Ianto just let them, never thought he would do that, not in a million years. Then Owen and him...oh god yes.

He opened his eyes and looked over as Ianto shifted, waking up. The Welshman’s heart rate became faster as he began to wake up, and then spiked as opened his eyes, looking around the small room. Jack sighed as he felt Ianto stiffen, muscles bunching as he body worked out it’s fight or flight responses.

"Morning." Jack said softly, not loosening his hold.

Ianto tried to back away, but froze as Owen shifted. "Uh. Good morning, Sir. Could you- could you let go? I need to get up and feed the animals."

Jack twisted his arm so he could see his cuff. Huh 6am. The Ianto Jones internal clock strikes again. "I think they can wait a little while." Jack snuggled further into Ianto's side, deliberately tightening his grip.

Ianto scowled. "Were you always this clingy...Sir?"

"Yes."

"Shut up." A disgruntled, sleepy voiced whined from Ianto's other side, as Owen buried his face against the Welshman’s neck.

"Sorry." Jack whispered, still clinging to Ianto.

Ianto took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Jack felt his ribs move and shift under Ianto’s shirt. He heard the lungs expand and contract.

"Sir I really must get up. You know what Myfanwy does when she's hungry. Nothing in the hub will be safe from being eaten, and then we'll have a sick Pterodactyl on our hands again.” Ianto attempted to disentangle himself, while tying not to disturb Owen.

“And the weevils make the most dreadful noises, which I'm sure you'll be able to hear much better then the rest of us." Ianto babbled in his calm, unhurried way.

Jack sighed, and let Ianto go, unwrapping Owen’s arms and legs from the younger man. He should get up him self. Should’ve been up a while ago.

Ianto slid out from between them and was up the ladder and gone before Jack cold even think to ask for coffee.

Jack watched Owen scowl in his sleep, reaching out for a warm body that was now gone. Jack snagged the pillow Ianto had been using and pushed it into Owen’s arms. He smiled as the other man burrowed into it, breathing in the scent Ianto must have left.

Jack stretched and climbed out of bed carefully, following Ianto out of the room. He still had an hour to do some paperwork, before he worked with Ianto on his shields, and before he had to drag Owen out of bed.

An hour should be plenty of time for Ianto to have a nice quiet freak out after waking up in bed with two of his... Well Jack supposed Ianto used the word ex. He had some label undoubtedly. Ianto, as an archivist, was a man of labels.

Ianto would disappear into the archives, or up into the tourist office. Probably though, at this time of morning, the younger man had fled to the showers. There was precious little in the Ianto Jones world that couldn’t be cured by a warm shower or a good coffee. Jack was just glad the hub had a limitless supply of hot water.

Jack yanked on some pants, and headed towards the coffee pot that he could hear, already dripping. At least Ianto had remembered the coffee.