Author's Notes:
Another double drabble for biancaruth. Not quite what Gareth thought about the encounter, but this is what I got when I tried to write that.

Summary: Ianto gets a phone call from his cousin.

It’s the morning after Jack’s awkward encounter with Ianto’s cousin, and Ianto’s fixing breakfast for the two of them when his phone rings.


“Hey, Ianto!”

“Hey, Gar! Calling to tell me your side of the story?”

“I take it your friend told you what happened?”

“That you punched him for groping you on the street? Yep, he told me. Probably figured he’d get in less trouble that way.”

“Did it work?”

“More or less. When I finally stopped laughing.” Ianto was grinning again at the thought.

“When I told Gemma, she about fell off the sofa!”

“I did. Literally.”

“Bet that went down well.”

“You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a grown man pout.”

Gareth chuckled.

“So, you and him…?”


“How d’you put up with him?”

“Oh, he has his good points.”

Walking into the kitchen, Jack looked questioningly at Ianto.

“Your cousin?”

Ianto nodded.

“Don’t forget to tell him I’m amazing in bed!”

That earned him an eye roll.

“Did you hear that?”

Gareth was laughing.

“I heard. Is he for real?”

“Oh yeah,” Ianto sighed dreamily. “That’s why I put up with him. Trust me, it’s not an idle boast.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

The End