Ianto was comfortable, curled into a warm hard body, relaxed and totally at peace. He did not; in anyway, feel like moving, ever again.

Unfortunately, Jack and Owen didn’t seem to agree with him.

"Oi! Come on! Get your arse up!” Cold hands skittered across his bare feet and Ianto jerked, reflexively kicking out.

“We've held off breakfast till 2pm for you, time to get up and eat something!" Jack said, and then let out a deep breath, jarring Ianto’s head where it rested against his chest.

Ianto grumbled as his pillow moved and nuzzled further into Jack’s body, pulling the blanket over his head.

Owen laughed and pulled the blanket down. "Jack he's stealing my job! I'm the one who sleeps late."

"Does that mean you’re going to start wearing suits? Working in the archives?”

Ianto cracked open an eye to glare at Owen. "You stay away from there. I still haven't fixed all the damage you did rifling though there looking up the Deviled Egg."

"Then you better wake up, and stop stealing his job as official sleeper inner." Jack told him tickling his sides.

Ianto came fully awake with a squawk and fell away from Jack. "I sleep in one day... wait. Did you say two? Two pm! You let me sleep until… Are you insane? Do you realize how many things I have to do? Oh god...Myfanwy'll have eaten half the hub by now!"

Ianto scrambled for the ladder frantically, but Owen snagged him by the back of the large white shirt that Ianto couldn’t quite remember putting on, and yanked him back.

"Hey! Watch the shirt!" Jack objected while Owen switched his grip, slipping his arms around Ianto’s waist.

"Shh, shh, Calm down. It's fine!” Owen pulled Ianto back down to the mattress. “Tosh took care of everything this morning. Myfanwy and the weevils, all of us. We’re all fed. Relax.”

Owen waited until the younger man stopped moving before handing him over to Jack, and grabbing a takeout container from the foot of the bed,

“Here, we got you some food. You need to eat something, after everything that happened yesterday."

Ianto looked back at the ladder. “Everything’s fine?” he asked again, unsure.

“Yup.” Owen nodded, putting the container in Ianto’s lap, and opening it up to reveal pancakes and enough fruit for a small army. “Dig in.”

Ianto obediently picked up a berry, popping it into his mouth.

“Why am I wearing Jack’s clothes?”

“Well, er...”

Ianto felt a flash of memory, Jack, sounding scared, telling him to wake up and yell at Owen for…

“You didn’t!” Ianto accused with a laugh.

Owen shrugged, reaching out to snag a chunk of banana.

Ianto picked out an orange slice, handing it to Jack. . "So...what have you all been doing while I was asleep?"

"Gwen and Tosh were working, we were here." Jack said, shifting so he could reach the plate of fruit more easily.

"...since last night? What...14 hours?"

"Well okay we took turns going to the bathroom, but yeah, otherwise we stayed here."

"Why?" Ianto was bewildered, why they would spend all night and morning, trapped in this tiny little room with him? They couldn’t have been sleeping the entire time.

"Because we love you, and were worried about you." Jack said gently, running his hand though Ianto's hair.

Ianto opened his mouth then closed it blushing, as he felt the wave of love coming from both men. It was undeniable. It wasn't lust, it wasn’t like, it wasn't friendly, it wasn't anything but pure love and affection. For him.

He sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing what to say. So he didn't say anything. He just moved the container to the side carefully, and twisted, grabbing Jack, and pulling him into a kiss, trying to tell him what he couldn't put into words.

When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard, and Jack had a huge grin on his face. “I love you.” he whispered, and Jack’s grin grew even larger.

Ianto blinked sharply against the suddenly intense lust in the air. He glanced over and had to grin. Owen was breathing as hard as he and Jack were.

He leaned in, capturing Owen's mouth, hand reaching up to tangle in Owen's hair as Ianto kissed him, really kissed him, for the first time in months.

Owen moaned, reluctantly pushing him away. "You- you are bad. Very bad. You're-" Owen gulped and shivered, looking like he was trying to force him self to be professional. "You're supposed to be resting. You nearly had a heart attack last night. And I still want to take you upstairs and check you out better after you eat. So...eat up... and behave."

Ianto laughed, leaning back against Jack’s chest. "Oh god, he's telling me to behave! Are you feeling alright, Owen?" Ianto paused then frowned. "Are you? Did you run those scans on your self? I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"

Owen rolled his eyes. "Yes I scanned my self. I'm fine. No signs of any damage. Now it's your turn after you get some food into you, so finish your breakfast. We don't need you passing out from low blood sugar on top of everything else." Owen ran a hand up and down Ianto's arm as he spoke.

"I feel...good. Really, really...good. Better then I can remember feeling in a very long time." Ianto said quietly, studying the pattern on his blanket for a minute. He looked up and looked Owen in the eye. "I love you too. Both of you. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. And it's- to be honest, it's terrifying."

Ianto rubbed the back of his neck. "My last few attempts at relationships haven't worked out so well..."

Owen put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in, gently knocking their foreheads together. Jack leaned in, laying a light kiss on the sensitive patch behind Ianto’s ear.

"Do I have to remind you,” Owen said with a grin, pulling back, and turning his attention back to breakfast. He held up a strawberry for Ianto. “That you dumped us?"

"Shut up Owen." Ianto said, taking the berry from his fingers with a swirl of tongue and a wicked grin.