Crossing the Ts by Aeron Lanart
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Methos breezed back into the hub one day with an invitation to buy the team a drink, which everyone accepted. Ianto didn’t complain when he found himself sandwiched between Jack and Methos in the pub, though he did suspect Jack had an ulterior motive. His suspicion deepened as he tried to follow the other three when they left and found himself prevented by identical vice-like grips on both arms. He glanced at his two human restraints; Jack tried to look innocent, Methos was grinning.

“I thought...” Ianto stuttered. Methos shook his head and answered,

“Three’s not always a crowd.”