Shovel Talk (Or Two People Owen Wouldn’t Shag, One He Would, and One He’d Spend Forever With)

Rating: T
Word count: ~ 2,000
Warnings: Talk of sex, schmoopiness, light angst, fluff.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: *points to title*
A/N: Yay for lilyrose225, who saves me from mindless boredom at fittings! This is her prompt, in which I hopefully hit the high points that she wanted. Lily, I owe you my sanity. XD
(And, because I forgot until Lily reminded me, the prompt: "I know you love Janto (so do I), but can you write Owen? How about... He actually does love Tosh, but doesn't know how to say it (because he's so used to being prickly)? And let's have Ianto notice and push him to say something, at the same time warning him not to hurt her? Bonus points for having Jack reject Gwen. XD (Sorry, I'm a sucker for that.) Don't be mean about it, but really. She's got a boyfriend at home."

( Shovel Talk )