"In what way is that being a bad influence?" Jack demands with a grin, using his grip on Ianto's ass to pull him in flush against him as if he were fucking him, though without lube it's not something he's actually planning on doing here. He gasps softly as Ianto's ass presses firmly against his morning wood.
And he kind of knows about the Blood Shack now, given his conversation with Spike the other day, but even so, messing around in a booth in a usually-empty bar is not quite the same as messing around out in the open in a pool or the sea.