Ianto turned to look at Hart, breaking eye contact with Jack. John...he reminded himself. He couldn't sleep with a man and call him by his last name. The situation was hardly casual. He was completely naked, lying on carpet next to another man, also basically naked.

Now or never. And Ha-John wasn't exactly a sacrifice. He had to give Jack some credit. Those lips. Those cheekbones. He leaned in, pressing his lips against John's, taking that full lower lip between his and sucking gently.