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Title: Twos and Blues: 17/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4300

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, back to school and my writing time is seriously curtailed. I will post once a week, and once my lesson planning gets back into a routine you might get an extra one midweek as well.

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 17/?

 

Chapter 17 )
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Title: Twos and Blues: 16/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4500

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, back to school and my writing time is seriously curtailed. I will post once a week, and once my lesson planning gets back into a routine you might get an extra one midweek as well. This chapter dedicated to musicluvr for her birthday. Happy day hon xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 16/?

 

chapter 16 )

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 15/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4300

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, back to school and my writing time is seriously curtailed. I will post once a week, and once my lesson planning gets back into a routine you might get an extra one midweek as well... I’m seething with the loss of my Ianto Big Bang – all I have left is the prologue and half of chapter one...was up to 18600 words...blasted computers, now have to do it all again. This was waaaaaay too long so cut into two chapters...

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 15/?

 

Chapter 15 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 14/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 5850

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, back to school and my writing time is seriously curtailed. I will post once a week, and once my lesson planning gets back into a routine you might get an extra one midweek as well... I’m seething with the loss of my Ianto Big Bang – all I have left is the prologue and half of chapter one...was up to 18600 words...blasted computers, now have to do it all again. This was waaaaaay too long so cut into two chapters...

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 14/?

   

Chapter 14 )

 

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 13/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4500

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service

A/N2  For spud1963 enjoy! I love that you love it! and magikalrhiannon – hope you had an amazing birthday hon!

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 13/?

 
 

Chapter 13 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 12/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3900

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS = South Wales Fire and Rescue Service

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 12/?

 

Chapter 12 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 11/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3700

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS = South Wales Fire and Rescue Service

A/N2 I had intended to post this on Saturday, but a full scale family invasion [fun, games and bbqs over 2 days...] prevented me from finishing – and then when I did get the time, the chapter ran away with me, so you have 11 and 12 here...

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 11/?

 

Chapter 11 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 10/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4900

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 This chapter was going to be dedicated to Ianto Jones, as a Happy Birthday, but it’s very late now so it’s also dedicated to everyone who writes, reads and keeps our beloved Welshman alive...his own special brand of immortality... xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 10/?

Chapter 10

“Where are we going?” Ianto gazed out of the window as Penarth sped past.

“Cosmestom Lakes Country Park...it’s between Penarth and Sully and it’s somewhere I used to go with my parents – my adoptive parents...I’ve got lots of good memories of this place – feeding the birds, model boat racing, walks around the lake, picnics, on the heath...” he smiled, moving a hand across to squeeze Ianto’s thigh gently. “I thought it might be nice to start making some new happy memories...our memories...”

Sliding his hand on top of the Captain’s, Ianto interlaced their fingers, nodding. “So is this our official first date?” he asked thoughtfully.

Jack grinned, “I suppose it is, so perhaps I should ask you out...y’know, officially...” He indicated and pulled over, dug into his pocket and pulled his phone out. Ianto watched him anxiously, wondering what emergency had suddenly occurred, hoping that this wasn’t going to be yet another false start.

His phone beeped in his pocket and he slid his hand absently into his jacket to check it, his attention on Jack. He glanced at the message and a huge grin lit up his face Hi Yanno, we met the other day when you were wrestling with your Welsh cakes and then I ran out on you and your awesome coffee – sorry about that! I was wondering if you fancied coming on a picnic with me...say Sunday after work? Please say yes! Capt Jack J

“Yes!”

TB asap – can’t wait to hear from you! J

“Oh!” Ianto chuckled and tapped out a reply. His phone beeped again.

Shall I pick you up on the grass verge just outside Penarth? About 15:15? J

Ianto checked his watch, it was almost a quarter past three. Sending a smiley face as a reply, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking a few metres up the road. He stopped and gazed at his feet, a brief moment of panic when he considered the possibility that he’d got this all wrong and Jack would just drive past him. He bit his lip...just as the SUV pulled up in front of him and Jack jumped down, coming round to open the passenger door for him.

“Hi, Yanno, glad you could come...”

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d call me...” he grinned as Jack closed the door and hurried back round to the driver’s side.

“I was always going to call...” he chuckled. “That was fun and now it’s official!”

“So is this a proper first date? Shy looks, maybe some hand holding and a chaste kiss on the doorstep when you drop me back home..?”

Jack pondered as he turned into the car park, a quiet smile on his face as his brain went to work on the whole ‘first date’ scenario. He leapt down and opened the door, offering his hand which Ianto took, grinning. Grabbing the bag with their picnic in, Jack led the way towards the lake, linking their fingers tightly.

Ianto glanced around, there were a few people in the distance but no-one else in the immediate vicinity. He relaxed a little as they strolled towards the shore, enjoying the warmth and the feel of Jack’s hand in his. They continued in companionable silence, each soaking in the peaceful atmosphere of this beautiful place. A young couple came into sight and Ianto immediately tugged his hand away, stepping sideways to put a short distance between himself and Jack.

Jack looked at him, the Welshman was staring at the ground as they approached the other walkers, biting on his bottom lip, obviously uncomfortable. They two couples passed each other, and continued on their way. Jack glanced over his shoulder – the young couple hadn’t even acknowledged their existence. He moved back closer to Ianto who had now jammed his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Yanno...” he reached out gently to take hold of a sleeve, “Stop! Please...”

“Are you cross with me?” Ianto muttered, still staring at the floor.

“Why would I be cross?”

“I...because I...” he mumbled uncertainly.

Jack tightened his grip on the young man’s sleeve and tugged him off the path and under the trees. Once there he folded Ianto into his arms and held him tight, the realisation dawning that the carefree and playful Welshman he’d seen was just for him and not yet ready to share his newfound sexuality with the rest of the world.  He moved to tip Ianto’s chin up from where he’d buried his face in Jack’s collar.

“It’s fine, Yanno. If you’re not ready to hold hands with me in public, I can wait... It’s not my fault I want to show everyone that I have the cutest, most gorgeous Welshman in the whole of the country...” he pressed a light kiss to his forehead as Ianto blushed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to...I do...really I do...it’s just all so new to me...and...”

“What people might say?”

“Yeah...” Ianto averted his gaze, not wanting to see any disappointment on Jack’s face. “People like that delivery man...” his voice dropped to a whisper.

“That man was a total prat – a bigot who didn’t know any better! There will always be people like him out there...” Jack cupped Ianto’s cheeks and stared into his eyes. “I’ll go with whatever you’re comfortable with...no pressure, okay?” He brought their lips together briefly before releasing him and stepping away from the shadows, moving back to the path, “...shall we find somewhere to have our picnic?”

Ianto stared after him, relieved and disappointed all at the same time; relief that Jack wasn’t cross with him, understood him and was happy to let him set the pace; disappointed in himself for ruining the mood and risking the blissful happiness he’d found these past five days. Biting his lip, hard, he hurried after the Captain, falling into step beside him in silence.

Jack glanced at him, “it’s okay...” his voice gentle...reassuring, as he slid his free hand into his greatcoat pocket, out of harm’s way...

Ianto gave a tiny smile and nodded as Jack continued, “this used to be a quarry in the dim and distant past, now they have canoeing on the lake and all sorts of model boat racing – the Doc and Rose used to bring he here to sail my model yacht...she was a beauty...I called her The U.S Gray...” He sighed wistfully, “Gray loved to play with his little plastic boats when we were younger – give him a muddy puddle and he’d be happy for hours...sometimes I wonder what he’s doing now – if he’s married...got kids maybe...I could have nieces and nephews who don’t even know I exist...” his voice faltered, “I’ll never have the kind of relationship that you do with Mica or David...” He broke off abruptly, tears springing to his eyes.

Ianto moved closer and slid his hand into Jack’s pocket, linking their fingers and squeezing gently, “I’m sorry, cariad...I  wish I could say something that’ll make it better...” He stopped and wrapped his other arm around the older man in a one-armed hug, Jack burying his face into the Welshman’s neck and immersing himself in the unique scent that was Ianto as he clung on tightly and let the tears fall.

They stood motionless for long minutes, Ianto’s t-shirt soaking up Jack’s tears until he took a shaky breath in and pulled away from the Welshman’s embrace.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to get all morose on you – this is supposed to be a fun date!” He gave a weak smile and scrubbed at his face to remove the tear tracks before resuming a slow pace along the path.  “So, tell me, what did you call me..?”

“Call you?” Ianto was slightly confused by the abrupt change in topic as he hastened to catch up.

“Just now...when I was going into meltdown...carrie-something-or-other...”

Cariad...it’s a term of endearment, means beloved or love...” Ianto reached for Jack’s hand and held it firmly, entwining their fingers as they walked further around the lake.

“I like that...” Jack’s voice was hushed, the smile on his face intense, a smile that suddenly reminded Ianto of the jobs list still in the other man’s pocket. A surge of heat rose from the pit of his stomach and reawakened the stirrings of desire. He forced the thought away later... he told himself sternly...

“So, cariad, tell me some more about the fire service...about the people you work with...”

“Okay...well Owen’s a doctor, as you know, he joined about fourteen years ago when I bullied him into it so much, that he got fed up with telling me to shove off! He was grieving after the death of his fiancée and he needed something to focus on – so I gave it to him! He’s snarky, grumpy and he’ll drive you mad calling you tea boy, but he’s a darned fine doctor, a brilliant teacher – he’s teaches medicine now – and a good friend, not to mention a bloody good fire fighter and my second in command. Him and Tosh have been together about four years after a very memorable carnival float...” he laughed, “that was a scream!”

A family came into view and Jack pulled his hand away, only to have the Welshman grab it pointedly and re-entwine their fingers.  Jack smiled and continued, “we did ‘nursery’ as our theme and drew straws to see who would be the baby...as you can guess, Owen got the honours and allowed us, protesting wildly, to kit him out like a typical nine month old infant – nappy, bottle and teddy bear. Pete built this amazing giant play pen and we put him in that with a giant mobile of fire engines above his head... Tosh was a toddler – ultra cute in dungarees and pigtails, clutching her favourite doll. Owen pinched her doll and made her cry – we think it was through laughing, but crying it definitely was! So then Tosh climbed in the playpen to get her doll back...”

The family were level with them, the small girl running under their joined hands as they lifted them for her. “Mummy, why are those men holding hands?” the question drawing a rush of colour to Ianto’s cheeks as the woman glanced back at them.

“It means that they love each other...that’s what holding hands means...”

“Will you hold my hand then, mummy? But don’t hold Robbie’s!” she stuck her tongue out at her older brother. Reaching for her daughter’s hand the woman laughed and the family carried on around the lake.

Ianto gazed after them as they moved away from him, the little girl now jumping along holding her mum’s hand.

“You okay Yanno?”

“Yeah...yeah!” he smiled; that little smile that just curved up the corners of his soft and sensual mouth and had Jack almost panting in his desire to crush his lips to Ianto’s and kiss him senseless. “I’m good...yeah...good!” He stared into Jack’s eyes, squeezing tightly on their joined hands, “I’m hungry, Jack...we need to find somewhere for our picnic...” his voice pitched low and the intense expression in those crystal blue eyes boring into Jack’s blue grey pools told him that it wasn’t just food on the menu.

Jack grinned, his heart pumping furiously as his blood supply relocated south, and he tugged on Ianto’s hand. “This way..!” He dragged them off the main path and followed a worn track through the trees to a small clearing with an old wooden picnic bench in the centre. Jack carried on past it, taking them away to the left. “The Doc and Rose used to sit there, but I had my favourite place...” he paused, just a few feet from the clearing, “...here!”

A huge and ancient Willow tree stood in front of them, its trailing branches drooping impressively to make a cave-like effect. Jack ducked under, Ianto following closely. The sunlight filtered down through the leaves to create a peaceful haven of soft green shadows, secluded and inviting. Jack shrugged his coat off and spread it out on the ground before sinking down, pulling the Welshman along with him, their hands reaching for each other simultaneously as lips crashed together in a fiercely passionate kiss.

Ianto moaned softly as Jack’s tongue mapped every contour of his mouth, melting into the embrace as they sank slowly backwards to stretch out on their makeshift blanket. Hands roamed freely, scouring beneath t-shirts to run over smooth warm flesh before fumbling at belts, buttons and zips as their kisses intensified...

They broke apart, panting hard, faces flushed, hair wildly dishevelled, their lips pink and kiss swollen as they shared warm breath and forced oxygen back into their lungs. Jack stroked a thumb over Ianto’s lips, “I don’t know what you do to me Yanno, but I feel like a teenager again – I want to touch you, kiss you...make love to you...I just can’t get enough of you..!” He linked his fingers with Ianto’s hand, moving them to press against his heart under his t-shirt, “Feel that? That’s what you do to me!” He kissed the Welshman softly, moving their joined hands lower, “feel that? That’s something else you do to me!” arching into the touch as he claimed Ianto’s lips once more, the kiss starting soft and tender but building rapidly until it was hot and open mouthed, teeth clashing, passion bruising lips...

They ground their hips together as hands went exploring anew, each pressing closer as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths until they surfaced for air. Burying his face into Ianto’s neck, Jack took deep breaths in an attempt to control his wayward body, feeling the Welshman trembling in his arms as he mirrored his movements.

“This feels fucking fantastic...you here...in my arms...knowing you’re as hot for me as I am for you...but...” he sighed heavily, his hot breath tickling Ianto’s skin.

“...but it is only our first date!” Ianto finished for him, moving regretfully out of his Captain’s embrace as he sat up and smoothed down his wildly tousled hair. Jack reached for the brown paper carry-out and unpacked their picnic, passing the flask and cups to the Welshman before flattening out the bag to use as an impromptu plate.

Ianto poured the coffee and handed Jack one of the cardboard cups. “To first dates...” he grinned as the other man reciprocated and they munched enjoyably on assorted pastries and roughly made cheese and chutney sandwiches, realising that they actually were hungry!

Wiping his mouth contentedly as he drained his coffee cup, Jack lay back, extending his arm to allow the Welshman to settle in beside him, his head resting on Jack’s chest as he listened to the steady thud of his heart, their other hands entwined as fingers stroked and caressed... It was serene and peaceful and they moved with extreme reluctance as both felt their eyes closing...

They clambered slowly to their feet, Jack offering his hand to the younger man who took it and hauled himself up, bringing the picnic rug-coat with him. He shook it and held it out for Jack to slip into, smoothing the shoulders down in a way that felt both instantly familiar and deliciously intimate as the Captain leant into the touch.

Finally they gathered what little rubbish they had and ducked back outside from their green cave seclusion. After dumping the bag and cups in the bin next to the picnic table, they linked hands again and headed back towards the SUV, passing a few people on the way – some of whom stared – to which Ianto paid little heed...he was happy with the reassuring warmth and feel of Jack’s hand clasped securely in his as they strolled back to the car park...

It was a few short minutes until they were turning back into the yard at the rear entrance to @Yanno and Jack jumped down hurriedly to open the door for his Welshman before he had a chance to climb out. Ianto smiled at the attentiveness and allowed himself to be led to his back door, melting against his Captain as the other man wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you, Yanno, I had a really good time today and I’d love to see you again... You’ve got my number...ring me...or text...but please do one of them...” he pressed a soft chaste kiss to the young man’s lips and released him, turning away and climbing back into his car. Ianto’s mouth dropped open as he watched Jack drive away and it was with considerable confusion that he unlocked the door and went into the kitchen. Still stunned at Jack’s departure he wandered through to the shop, gazing around aimlessly before heading up the stairs to his flat where he flopped onto the sofa, replaying the day’s events in his head, frame by frame, as he tried to work out where he’d gone wrong...

He jumped as he heard the sound of a key in the lock downstairs, his immediate thoughts leaping to intruders, even as he chastised the idea! “Yanno, you in here?” His heart, and certain other bodily parts, leapt at the sound of Jack’s voice.

“Here...up here...” he called back, moving swiftly to the top of the stairs. Jack stared up at him. Ianto opened his arms, staggering backwards when he was suddenly engulfed in a mighty hug as Jack took the stairs two at a time and his arms folded around him. “I thought I’d done something wrong...” he gasped as Jack’s lips brushed his neck.

“I just wanted to give you that proper first date...just like you described earlier, but you did give me the keys to the castle, so I was never going to be gone longer than the time it takes to drive round the block! “Now, less talking, more kissing...” as he captured his lips to kiss his Welshman into oblivion...

Surfacing, long pleasurable minutes later, Ianto was dizzy with desire, feeling Jack’s own arousal matching his as they arched against each other. “Stay here...just for a minute...” Jack’s hoarse whisper had Ianto shivering with anticipation, his heartbeat racing...this was it...fuck, he wanted it...wanted Jack more than anything he’d ever wanted before... His trousers strained at the seams as Jack moved towards the bedroom in a swirl of 1940s heavy wool.

He closed his eyes momentarily and tried to control his breathing – at this rate he’d be exploding before they even got their clothes off...Jack...what you do to me...

Jack reappeared a moment later and held his hand out, kissing Ianto’s knuckles lightly once he had his fingers captive. He smiled as a shudder rippled through the younger man and led them to the bedroom. Once through the door, he claimed his mouth in a sweet and tender kiss, each revelling in the feel of soft lips moving against his own and they sank into the embrace, arms entwined... Pulling away gently, Jack’s hands moved to slide Ianto’s jacket from his shoulders, the unwanted garment falling to the floor.

Eyes locked on each other’s, Jack nodded as Ianto mirrored the action with his greatcoat, which crumpled in a heap behind him. They moved towards the bed, gazes still fixed, desire, mounting passion and hot anticipation swirling in twin pools of blue, as they tumbled on to the quilt, lips crashing together in a frantic kiss...hands tore at clothing as t-shirts were flung to the far corners of the room, trainers and socks were toed off and jeans shoved down to be kicked away, leaving them almost naked, panting hard...

Jack shifted so he was half on his side, one arm around Ianto’s neck as the Welshman lay on his back. He reached for his hand and slid their fingers together, stroking his thumb softly over Ianto’s palm before moving to cup his face and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re so beautiful...” he breathed against his skin as he dropped feather light kisses over his face and down the side of his neck, stilling for a moment to breathe in the scent of him as Ianto’s eyes closed and he arched his head back against the pillows, tiny pants falling from softly parted pink lips...

Jack’s kisses continued down his neck, pausing to suck hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder, grazing with his teeth hard enough to draw a bruise as Ianto gasped at the twin sensations of pain and pleasure chasing through his body, losing himself to the feel of Jack’s mouth on his heated skin as the world outside ceased to exist... By the time Jack had lapped in the hollow of the Welshman’s throat and kissed his way back up the other side of his neck to reclaim his lips in a passionate kiss that quickly grew hot and wet and messy, Ianto was trembling from head to foot with a mix of wanton desire and anticipation.

They broke apart, hearts pounding, arousals straining against their underwear. “Turn over...” Jack’s lips against his ear sent fresh surges of heat to Ianto’s groin as he rolled over on to his stomach, the faint brush of the quilt sending a tantalising tingle of pleasure to his nerve endings and he wriggled, attempting to increase the friction. Jack chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle that shot straight to the young man’s boxer shorts and he moaned loudly into the pillow.

Straddling his back, Jack reached over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a small bottle of aromatic oil, tipping some into his hands to warm it before spreading his fingers over Ianto’s shoulders and massaging with long firm strokes, his thumbs working into the muscles as the sensual aroma of ylang ylang hung in the air. Ianto swooned under the touch, his senses succumbing to the warmth of the oil, the feel of Jack’s hands on his skin and the incredible sensation of floating...he was officially in heaven...

“How does that feel?” Leaning forward, Jack whispered into the Welshman’s ear, the faint tickle of the Captain’s hair against his neck sending tiny shivers down his spine and he was incapable of making any coherent response, a garbled “mmmnnnn..!” the only sound forthcoming as his brain hung suspended somewhere out in the cosmos.

Smiling, Jack returned his attentions to Ianto’s pale skin, following every touch of his hands with soft brushes of his lips, over his shoulders, down his spine to the small of his back, shifting backwards down Ianto’s legs as he hooked his fingers into the Welshman’s jersey trunks and peeled them slowly down his body, finally dropping them to the floor, shedding his own before moving back on to the bed. Ianto moaned softly as Jack’s kisses trailed up the back of his legs, finally arriving at the soft curve of his buttocks where he parted his cheeks softly and blew warm breath over the entrance to his body, the action causing Ianto to quiver convulsively as he squirmed on the bed.

Reaching for the oil once more, Jack warmed it in his hands before trickling it into the curve at the base of the young man’s spine, dabbing his fingers into the tiny pool of oil as he began massaging his lower back and cheeks, his finger running down the crease between them to circle the ring of muscle, stroking softly, then more firmly as he added more oil until he pressed a fingertip inside. Ianto moaned loudly and pressed up to meet him, a breathless “more...please Jack...” that died away in a groan of pleasure as the finger pressed deeper, moving slowly, the warmth from the oil creating sensations like Ianto had never before experienced. “...fuck Jack! More...oh, God...more...”

Jack moved his finger, crooking it to brush that magic spot, the reaction from his keening Welshman drawing a loving smile to his face as his body bucked and Ianto’s moans grew louder and he pressed back  harder against his Captain’s hand.

Removing his finger to refresh the oil from the dwindling puddle on Ianto’s back, he chuckled at the needy whimper that accompanied the withdrawal “Feels so good Jack...please...I need you...”

“I know sweetheart...I need to make sure I won’t hurt you...it’ll be worth waiting for...I promise...” he peppered a volley of soft kisses down the young man’s spine as he pressed his finger back in, adding a second and moving them gently, before brushing that sensitive spot once more as Ianto writhed under his touch, nothing existing beyond Jack’s lips and Jack’s fingers as pleasure owned his body...

Jack’s own body trembled with desire as he watched the man he loved, completely unravel at his hands as he added a third finger, knowing that the more time he took to prepare, the better it would be for them both. He slid his fingers out and crawled up Ianto’s body, kissing and nipping gently with his teeth as he went, streams of unintelligible Welsh now dropping from between those deliciously pink soft and sensual lips. As he drew level, Ianto turned to crush their mouths together in a wild and sloppy kiss, teeth clashing, hands raking through his Captain’s hair as they arched and thrust against each other, a light sheen of sweat coating their flesh.

They came up for air gasping, “Now...Jack...please...I need you...need to feel you...so hard...so hot for you cariad...I’m yours...”

“Turn on your side...it’s easier your first time...”

No...I want to see your face...want to watch you as you make love to me...”

I love you Ianto Jones...so much... but if you tell me to stop, I will...okay?”

Reaching to tug Jack in for a passionate kiss, Ianto’s murmured “okay” was swallowed against his mouth as they each lost themselves in the other... Moving so they could gaze into each other’s eyes, Jack reached for a condom and tore the packet open, handing it to the Welshman to put on him whilst he warmed some lube in his hands. Ianto’s hands trembled as he slid the latex on carefully, smiling his readiness as Jack finished preparing himself and lined up...

“Love you Jack...” Ianto gasped as he was breached for the first time, hissing a little at the strange sensations of being so completely filled. It was exhilarating and simply fucking amazing, his eyes widening as he drowned in the love that blazed from Jack’s blue grey depths, reaching for him to kiss him hard as Jack started to move...slowly at first until Ianto was meeting him with every thrust, pushing harder as he felt himself spiralling closer to the bliss of his release “Jack...oh God...more...harder...can’t last...” moaning when Jack reached for him to pump him in time to his thrusts and Ianto felt the telltale signs as every cell in his body prepared for supernova, nerve endings stretching taut, fires igniting as it built up from his toes and resonated outwards, finally crying Jack’s name as he exploded and the world lit up like bonfire night as he shuddered through his explosive climax, tears of joy spilling down his cheeks...

Jack followed him into oblivion moments later, the feel of Ianto clenching hard around him as he rode out his own release enough to send him off the precipice to float amongst the stars before slumping heavily onto Ianto’s chest in a trembling sated heap. They lay tangled and panting, their tears mingling as they came down from their orgasmic high...

“You okay Yanno?” Jack brushed a lock of hair from the Welshman’s sweat soaked brow as he withdrew carefully and disposed of the condom before reaching for the wipes to clean his hand and Ianto’s stomach, finally urging the young man under the duvet where he wrapped him into his arms as they kissed softly.

That was beyond anything I imagined...it was...simply fucking amazing...you were amazing...and I...I can’t find the words to tell you just how...how much I love you...” Fresh tears filled his eyes as Jack pulled him closer and captured his lips, pouring every emotion into the kiss until they broke apart, breathless and trembling at the intensity of feeling. They stared into each other’s eyes, words no longer needed, lips barely touching as sleep beckoned.

“Jack..?”

“Yanno..?”

“When we wake up...can we do that again..?”

Jack’s fiery kiss was all the answer he needed...

tbc

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 9/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU, although you might recognise some of my favourite scenes!
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4250

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 dedicated to codename_sherry ‘cos she’s awesome and I love that she’s making Welsh cakes!

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 9/?

Chapter 9

Jack moaned and reclaimed Ianto’s lips, pouring a multitude of different emotions into the kiss to leave the Welshman a trembling heap when they broke off for air. Cupping his face, Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes “...are you sure? Really sure?”

Yes...I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life...please Jack...I’m yours...”

Pressing hot wet kisses all over Ianto’s face, Jack slid his hands under the heavy coat to pull him in closer, delighting in the smoothness of his skin against the roughness of the wool... He ran his fingers down his spine to cup his buttocks, grinding their hips together, wanton moans lost against each other’s mouths, their kiss wild and messy...

I want you so much...” Jack’s growl against his ear had Ianto panting with desire and he pressed closer still.

Take me now...please...I want to feel you...wan...”  He froze as a volley of knocking on the shop door downstairs slammed into the party. “What the..?” he groaned and buried his head in Jack’s neck. “Who the fuck is banging on my door at...” he squinted at the clock, “...twenty to seven on a Sunday morning?”

“Ianto...you up yet?” a deep baritone floated up from outside.

“I was well on my way!” Ianto muttered as Jack kissed his nose, “you’d better go find out what he wants!” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows as Ianto gave him a rueful smile and wriggled out of his arms, buttoning the coat up as he headed towards the stairs. Jack reached for his jeans and pulled them on, not bothering to do them up, and followed him, stopping at the bottom of the stairs out of sight.

Ianto had reached the door and was unlocking it, “Ted..?”

Deep Welsh vowels mingled with Ianto’s softer tones resonated back “Morning Ianto, sorry to disturb you so early, Nerys knew you wanted these for your staff so she did them yesterday and last night...you know we’re off to Spain this morning...well, in half an hour actually...she wanted you to have them before we went...” he held out a large bag.

Ianto took it, feeling his face colouring as Ted scrutinised his unconventional attire, “Thanks...please thank Nerys for me and we’ll have a good catch up when you get back...”

“I like the coat...1940s...unusual dressing gown...but it must be nice and warm...” Ted leant against the doorframe and eyed Ianto’s face curiously as the blush deepened.

“I was just about to get into the shower...” he spluttered, thankful that the loose fit covered his very obvious reaction to the images that flew through his mind about the owner of said coat.

Ted reached out and patted his shoulder, “I won’t keep you...have a good day – I heard you yesterday on the radio at work...we’ll come in for a coffee when we get back...you get back to your shower...”

Ianto smiled weakly, “thanks again, Ted, you have a great holiday...”

Nodding, Ted walked back towards his car. Ianto waved briefly and dropped the bag on the counter on his way to the stairs, his mouth gaping at the erotic sight of Jack leaning on the wall; bare feet, bare chest, jeans on, fly open...it was a picture that sent fresh heat surging to his groin and he threw himself into Jack’s open arms as their mouths crashed together, the kiss hungry and possessive...

They came up for air long, pleasurable minutes later, panting hard, as Jack’s hands finished unbuttoning the coat, entwined one hand with the Welshman’s and led him back up the stairs...

They’d almost reached the top when energetic tapping on the back door broke into the sexually charged atmosphere. “Now what?” Ianto pulled his hand from Jack’s and thudded back down the stairs, his frustration evident, to open the back door.

“Ianto! Rhi tells me you’re taking it up the arse!”

“Chance’d be a fine thing!” Ianto muttered darkly under his breath, thinking about their twice-aborted attempts to take that final step, as Johnny smacked him on the back and breezed in, followed by the rest of the family and another teenager Ianto recognised as Mica’s best mate, Lauren.

Rhi looked at her brother’s state of undress as he hugged the coat around him. “Not again!” she laughed and rolled her eyes. “Where is he?”

Ianto shrugged, “probably running for the hills with all this,” he bit his lip, wondering...what if Jack couldn’t take his family...Johnny was an acquired taste...fuckfuckfuck...

“You okay?” Rhi looked concerned as the colour drained from Ianto’s face, his mind supplying reason after reason for Jack to make some excuse and leave...

A familiar figure weaved through the mass of chattering bodies in the kitchen to drape an arm around his shoulders and press a light kiss to his temple “he’s good...we’re good...” the message evident as he met the Welshman’s eyes. Jack turned to Rhi, “...sorry, I was in the bathroom, Yanno was going to make some coffee...” he winked at her and she thought again how bloody lucky her little brother was!

Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly, “I’ll sort the breakfast bits out and introduce myself, you go get ready...”

Ianto’s butterflies, which had gone into panic mode, now turned somersaults until they were dizzy as the Welshman hugged Jack tight and kissed him soundly, oblivious to the admiring stares from his family, releasing him somewhat breathless before hurrying upstairs to dress, his heart singing with mixed joy and relief. He washed rapidly and dressed in his @Yanno uniform, heading back down to the others still buttoning up his waistcoat...

He found everyone in the shop listening intently to one of Jack’s fire stories, one he recognised from the other day with Tosh and Owen. The aroma of fresh baking drifted in from the kitchen so he moved towards the coffee machine to start the drinks for their breakfast. Jack finished the tale to squeals of laughter from the ladies, a snort from David and a ‘that’s bloody brilliant!” from Johnny, as he moved to join Ianto by the machine.

“You okay sweetheart?” Jack pressed in close, concern evident in his voice.

Leaning into the warmth of his Captain’s body, Ianto paused in his bean grinding to flash a brief grin at the other man, moving one hand to brush his thumb over Jack’s lips. “I’m fine...really!” he insisted in response to the raised eyebrow, “...though I can attest to being very horny and sexually frustrated and you can write your own jobs list today...I think you know what your final task will be....” He turned to arch his rapidly responding arousal against Jack’s thigh.

“You know I’m going to be hot for you all day...” Jack’s voice dropped an octave as he growled into the Welshman’s ear before moving away and vanishing into the kitchen. Ianto took a deep breath to slow his pounding heart beat and concentrated on making the coffee, calling Mica and Lauren over to help sort out mugs and plates.

Jack and Rhi brought the various pastries through to the two tables Johnny had pushed together and they all sat down to share a riotous, good humoured family breakfast. Johnny and David were going on to the Sunday morning football, Rhi was staying to help again and Lauren was swiftly drafted on to the staff.

As they sat back to finish their drinks – New York blend all round, apart from a hot chocolate for David, Ianto suddenly remembered the delivery that Ted had brought earlier...terrible-timing earlier he mused... He retrieved it from under the counter and moved to the table nearest the gathering to unpack it. Next he handed embroidered @Yanno polo shirts to Rhi, another one for Mica, Lauren and a surprised Jack who immediately stood up, tugged his black A&F t-shirt off and pulled his new top on.

Ianto, Rhi and the girls had stopped and simply stared, enjoying the view as Jack’s naked torso made a brief appearance, the two teenagers giggling before grabbing their shirts and vanishing to change up in the flat. Rhi grinned and took hers into the kitchen to put on. David and Johnny began gathering the plates and empty mugs and took them through to the kitchen leaving Jack and Ianto alone for a moment.

Jack stroked a finger over the logo on his top, his face thoughtful. Ianto watched him anxiously, wondering if he’d assumed too much...Jones, if you’ve blown it...he cursed inwardly, you should’ve checked first...he might not want a stupid staff t-shirt...shitshitshit... He jumped as Jack’s fingers entwined with his own and were tugged towards Jack’s lips where a gentle kiss was pressed to his knuckles.

“Thank you...” Jack’s voice was soft...sincere... “I was just thinking about how much this name has changed my life...” he moved their joined hands back to the logo, “how you’ve changed my life...” He smiled, that just-for-Ianto little smile that the Welshman had come to recognise as his own, “and I’d really like a written jobs list...I want to know that it’s in my pocket all day...knowing that later...”

Ianto shivered as hot fingers of want spread out from his stomach and rampaged happily through his body, coming to rest just south of his belt. He leant closer to Jack, their lips just millimetres apart when the girls bounded back into the room, chattering happily. Ianto sighed and straightened up – it was their day for interruptions he thought ruefully, making a mental note to turn the phones off and lock all the doors later! Nothing was going to distract him tonight...

He moved back to the counter and turned the radio on, checking the time...fifteen minutes ‘till opening. He left Jack moving the tables back before making sure all the condiments were fully stocked and the shop was ready, nodded approvingly as Mica showed Lauren how to work the till and where all the stocks were and went through to the kitchen to get the various cakes, biscuits and giant cookies for the counter and to check Rhiannon was okay. She was just saying goodbye to her husband and son who thanked Ianto for breakfast and promised to spread the word at the football club!

After checking his sister was happy to repeat her role from the previous day, Ianto returned to the shop, quickly scribbled out a jobs list, handing it over with moments to spare before Jack opened the door to their first customers of the day, among them Rhys Williams from the fire station. He ginned at Jack affably, “morning Captain...a very fetching look...Tea boy got you working?”

Jack chuckled, suddenly realising that Ianto would have to get used to being called that as it was bound to be his nickname once he joined the brigade... “I volunteered – coffee’s great and some great perks..!” he patted the logo and thought of the order sheet in his pocket... They chatted amiably as Rhys waited in the queue. Jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Digging it out he saw it was a message from Gwen. Morning Captain, thought we might get the station down to @Yanno for breakfast if you’re not busy? TB, Gwen x

“Message from Gwen...” he showed it to the other man, noticing the dreamy look that came over his face. He replied quickly, saying it aloud so Rhys could hear. Already here, so’s Rhys... Capt J

“I wonder how many others she’s asked?” Rhys wondered out loud.

“Quite a few came yesterday, Tosh and Owen, Pete, Nick...I think they like each other those two, Spook brought his entire family in – mum, dad, gran, two sisters, the lot! and Pup came in with his missus...”

“No John yet?”

“No...but no surprise there! Oh!” Jack’s phone buzzed. On my way, mine’s a chocolate truffle if they’ve got it! G x

Rhys grinned, “I’ll order it when I get mine...see you in a bit!” he grinned as Jack moved back towards the counter, winking at Ianto as he passed and their eyes met briefly.

After checking that Rhi was happy in the kitchen Jack returned to the main shop. With Lauren now on table clearing and front-of-house stock duties, he had time to appreciate his Welshman’s expertise as he watched him at work on his craft. Long, slim fingers mixed beans with an elegance and economy of movement to create a perfect blend every time...his expression one of concentration until a smile curved the corners of that soft and sensual mouth – that mouth he loved to kiss until his lips were pink and swollen - when the creation was handed over... Jack gazed, committed those images to memory and fell in love all over again...

“Jack..Jack...Captain!

“Eh? Sorry..!” Jack came out of his daydreams with a jump.

Ianto grinned at him “Could you get me some more mugs please...I’m running low...”

Grinning back, Jack vanished into the kitchen, just as Gwen came through the shop door. Her eyes roamed the tables, spotting Rhys she went over to join him. “Where’s Ja...the Captain?” she asked in response to his greeting.

Raising his eyebrows a little at her abruptness he waved her to a chair,  “gone out back I think,” he shrugged. “I’ve got your chocolate truffle blend and I’ve ordered us the breakfast special, they’ll bring it over in a minute – just waiting for something to come out of the oven she said...”

Gwen nodded, her head still swivelling to scan the shop every few seconds as she gave half attention to Rhys’ conversation. “...he’s a good lad, that Ianto...dry sense of humour and he likes rugby...said he’d love to come to a game with us...” He broke off as Jack reappeared with two plates, each with a croissant, pain au chocolat and three cinammon twists on it and placed them in front of his fire service colleagues. “Sorry about the delay – had to wait for the cinnamon sticks – they’re really popular today!”

Gwen’s mouth fell open as she took in his staff shirt. “You’re working here?” her voice an incredulous squawk.

Jack shook his head, grinning, “Nah, just helping out...coffee’s good and the perks are amazing!” he winked as he caught Rhys’ eye, knowing that the other man had long since worked it out. “Yanno says he’s coming to a game sometime? That might be the one that gets me there too – ten years of trying and all you needed was a coffee boy...or should I say tea boy!  Think that name’s going to stick don’t you?”  He chuckled and moved away to clear the table in one of the booths leaving Gwen dumbstruck.

Rhys chuckled and nudged her “close your mouth Gwen!” he pushed her plate towards her, “these look good...” he took a bite “...mmmnnn!” He rolled his eyes as the Welshwoman continued to gape, this time at Ianto. He leant towards her “stop staring and eat your breakfast! It’s not that surprising – they’re both good looking blokes...be happy for them, give me some attention and I might take you out for dinner tonight!”

Gwen spluttered, “you mean he’s..? with Ianto..?”There was a pause as the rest of Rhys’ words caught up with her brain, “and you want to take me to dinner?”

Shaking his head, Rhys pointed towards her plate, “dinner might be better seeing as how your breakfast is going cold!” They looked at each other and burst out laughing, Gwen now attacking her croissant with vigour.  When Jack wandered back fifteen minutes later they were deep in discussion over their favourite films. He replaced their coffee mugs with fresh ones and cleared their table before strolling back to lean on the counter to watch as Ianto worked his magic.

Lauren was on the till while Mica took a break and the whole place was filled with the sounds of happy chattering and the clink of china...It wasn’t the manic rush of the previous day, but it was busy, the computers were both in use and Ianto shone at the helm. Jack drifted back off into his daydreams... He rejoined reality when Gavin gave him a friendly shove, grinning at the soppy expression on his friend’s face. Introductions followed, Ianto shook hands with Gav - Jack’s Executive Assistant and long time friend from Torchwood Engineering - and his partner Stu and sorted them out with a New York blend and bagel breakfast each. Jack grabbed a mug of the @Yanno signature blend and a couple of Welsh cakes and joined them for a chat.

“You are totally smitten!”Gav teased after Jack had raved about how well the opening had gone and the outside radio broadcast and the fact the coffee house had made the Penarth Times and then finished by gazing dreamily towards the counter to add “and he looks good in a suit!”

A rare blush coloured the Captain’s cheeks as he nodded “Yeah, I am...I don’t know what it is that he does to me, but he does it...”

Gav slung an arm around Jack’s shoulders “We’re happy for you, hon...that smile’s been gone too long...” They chatted some more until Gav and Stu left, followed by a beaming Gwen and Rhys. Jack cleared the table and took the dirty mugs and plates out to the kitchen where he relieved Rhi so she could have a break. The time passed swiftly and it was two o’clock before they knew it. Ianto thanked his final customers, handing them their take-away Mocha blends and adding the final slice of chocolate cake as a bonus before showing them out and locking up behind them. He flipped the sign to closed and leant against the door, a relieved grin on his face.

“Day two...we made it – and we had customers! Some even came back from yesterday..!” He moved back into the shop and gazed around, that wonderful little smile of incredulity as if he still couldn’t quite believe it was all real! Seeing him, Jack wanted to drag him upstairs there and then... He took a deep breath in to slow his rapidly rising pulse – they still had work to do!

“Okay troops, let’s get @Yanno spic and span and then we can all enjoy the rest of the afternoon...”  Ianto smiled indulgently as Jack took charge of the tidy-up, leaving him free to count the takings and sort out the wages, filling in the payslips and his big business ledger at the same time – another job done...

Mica and Lauren accepted their wages happily, Rhi protested, insisting that she was only helping out.

“You have to take it, you’re wearing the uniform – that means you’re staff, which means you get paid!”

Ianto pressed the envelope back into her hand, knowing that she was going to give in as she countered weakly “But what about Jack, you’re not making him take wages...”

“Jack gets paid in other ways...” he blushed as the list in Jack’s pocket flashed into his head and he felt his trousers tighten.

Rhi groaned “Okay, just don’t tell me any more!” she glanced around at the spotless kitchen. “Is there anything we’ve forgotten girls?” Two heads shook. Rhi picked up her bag and hugged her brother tight before releasing him and dragging Jack in for a hug too. “You look after him!” she said softly.

“I promise!” he met her gaze steadfastly and she caught her breath at the depth of emotion in his blue grey eyes. Not for the first time she realised Ianto was one lucky man. Releasing Jack she herded Mica and Lauren out to shouts of “bye unca Yanno, bye unca Jack!”

The door closed behind them and silence reigned. Jack reached out to fold Ianto into his arms and kiss him senseless, a single swipe of his tongue granting him access to the Welshman’s mouth which he explored with possessive intent as Ianto melted against him, tangling his hands into his Captain’s hair as passions rose.

They surfaced for air, contented soft smiles as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, arms wrapped tightly around waists.

“You fancy some fresh air?” Jack dropped a light kiss to the end of Ianto’s button nose. “We can take a picnic with us – I know just the place...”

“Sounds perfect – I could do with a walk, but I need to get out of these clothes first...” He chuckled as Jack’s face lit up and he could practically name the different possibilities running through the other man’s mind!

“You go and change while I sort the picnic – if I come up there with you we won’t be going anywhere beyond the bedroom!” Jack admitted with a grin. “Then I’ll change my top while you make us a flask...” He cupped a hand around the young man’s face and brushed his thumb gently over Ianto’s cheek, “don’t be too long gorgeous, or I might use it as an excuse to come and find you!” He leant in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the Welshman’s lips before steering him towards the stairs and smacking him lightly on his charcoal wool-blend clad behind.

Ianto waggled his arse as he skipped lightly up the stairs, knowing Jack was watching, admiring the view. He stopped at the top and spun round, reaching for his belt buckle and made a show of undoing it, then the button and reached for the zip.

Ianto Jones if you don’t stop there I won’t be responsible for what happens next!” as Ianto fled out of sight, laughing.

Jack pressed hard against the hot swelling in his trousers with the heel of his hand, resisting the urge to charge up the stairs, drag Ianto into his arms and tumble on to the bed...later... he told himself sternly, pulling out his jobs list to gaze at Ianto’s neat writing. Taking a deep breath in, he let it out slowly and tucked the order sheet back into his pocket, moving into the kitchen to grab a few things suitable for a picnic.

He was packing it into a take-away brown paper carrier bag when Ianto returned, looking so drop-dead gorgeous in his bum-hugging black jeans, tight white t-shirt and casual black jacket that Jack just stood and stared. Ianto twinkled playfully at him and danced out of reach of the Captain’s outstretched arms, “your turn to change...I’ll make us a flask...”

Jack gazed longingly at his back view as he disappeared into the shop before plodding heavily up to the flat to swap his staff polo shirt for the A&F logo t-shirt of earlier and grab his coat off the hanger. He paused, seeing something sticking out from the coat pocket. It was another order sheet so hot for you Jack staring at him from the page. His mouth went dry and his entire blood supply charged south as he shoved his arms into the heavy wool and thundered down the stairs, grabbed a smiling Ianto by the lapels of his jacket and hauled him in to kiss him into oblivion, his tongue plundering the Welshman’s mouth as they writhed and arched against each other.

“If we’re going out, we need to go now...” Jack panted against Ianto’s ear, his voice thick with desire. “If we stay here, I’m going to make love to you – right here, right now, on the floor...” he tipped the young man’s chin up to gaze into his eyes, wild passion reflected in twin pools of blue, and his voice softened, “and I don’t want your first time to be like that...”

Ianto pressed their lips together tenderly in a chaste kiss, wriggled out their fierce embrace and entwined their fingers, leading the way to the back door. He scooped up the bag with their picnic and flask in and opened the door, glancing back at Jack who nodded and squeezed his fingers, knowing that this was the right decision...

Closing the door behind him Jack waited for Ianto to lock it, bemused when the Welshman put down the bag and held out his hand for the car keys. His mouth fell open when Ianto selected a key from the bunch and secured the kitchen door, handing them back with a smile ”you’ve got the door code already so I‘ve just added the back door, one for the shop door and one for the top of the stairs...now you can come and go when you want...or need...”

“I love you Ianto Jones...” Jack’s voice was laden with emotion.

“I know!” the look between them said it all as they climbed into the SUV and strapped themselves in before Jack pulled away from the kerb...

tbc

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 8/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3150

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 dedicated to codename_sherry ‘cos she’s awesome and I love that she’s making Welsh cakes!

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 8/?

Chapter 8

Once through the bedroom door they reached for each other, mouths meeting in a hot messy kiss that screamed need and passion, Ianto’s butterflies once more redefining the laws of gravity as they swooped and soared into the stratosphere.

Shaking hands dropped the order sheet on the bedside table and they fell onto the bed, limbs entwined as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths and desire burned on their skin. “What is it that you do to me?” Jack gasped when they broke off to recharge their lungs, his hands tangled one in the Welshman’s hair, the other curled around the back of his neck, keeping him close as they shared warm breath.

Same thing you do to me...” Ianto breathed against his ear, sending delicious shivers down his spine. He shifted slightly to reach for the order sheet, scanning it swiftly, “you finished your list again...so that means you have to help my mouth discover your body...” He gazed into Jack’s eyes, “I want to know every inch of you...to taste you...feel your skin under my lips...” the hoarse intensity of his whisper had Jack instantly straining within the confines of his trousers, arching upwards as the Welshman rolled them over so he was straddling his Captain. “Tell me what you like, Jack...teach me...let me give you pleasure like you gave me...”

He leant forward to kiss him slowly, deep sensual sweeps of his mouth before tongue sought tongue and they slow danced as simmering desire grew. When they came up for air, Ianto’s lips brushed against the older man’s cheeks, eyelids and trailed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck, lingering at the sensitive spot behind his ear as Jack shuddered and moaned softly. He sucked the skin into his mouth, nipping and worrying it until he was certain he’d left a bruise, before soothing it with his tongue and moving down to kiss his way across Jack’s throat and up the other side of his neck, pausing to suck on his earlobe before returning to his mouth to kiss him into oblivion.

As Jack panted softly, Ianto moved backwards to get at his apron ties, the movement rubbing their hips together and delicious sparks of fire shot through them. “Lift!” the command obeyed instantly as Ianto tugged the apron off and flung it away to land on the floor. Jack’s blue grey eyes fixed on the Welshman’s lust-blown crystal blue ones, silently pleading for more as his t-shirt was pulled out of his jeans and up and over his head to join the apron on the floor.

Ianto took a moment to gaze at Jack’s naked torso before tentative hands made contact with his soft smooth skin, trailing them over his shoulders and down his biceps, feeling the hard muscles contract under his touch, before continuing down to his wrists, linking their fingers to bring Jack’s hands up above his head as he captured his lips once more in a sweet kiss full of promise...

Breaking away from his mouth, Ianto released Jack’s hands and pressed his palms to his Captain’s chest, exploring the warm flesh, fingers spread to cover as much skin as possible, as they ran lightly over the contours of his ribs and down his side before returning to tease his nipples as they hardened under his touch.

Jack felt Ianto trembling as the Welshman bent his head to press his lips to the base of his throat, warm breath tickled his skin and the touch sent hot bursts of desire charging through his veins, congregating hopefully in the front of his trousers. Shuffling back further on to the older man’s thighs, Ianto looked up through his eyelashes, Jack smiling encouragingly and moving one hand to thread through Ianto’s hair, a gasp escaping his lips as the young man’s tongue swirled round a nipple, his confidence building as he sucked on it, grazing with his teeth as Jack arched off the bed moaning loudly...

Ianto’s hands continued to explore as his tongue licked a trail over to the other nipple, giving it the same generous treatment until Jack was writhing under him, wanting more, breathless pants interspersed with YannoYannoYanno as a mantra, his breath hitching as Ianto moved lower, his tongue dipping into Jack’s belly button before the trail of kisses halted at the top of jeans. Scooting back up his body, Ianto’s mouth crashed against his Captain’s and they kissed hotly, tongues swirling frantically as senses soared.

Jack’s belt resisted briefly as the Welshman’s fingers scrabbled at the buckle, then the button and finally the zip succumbed to his attention and he pulled his mouth away, climbing off the other man who whimpered as the heat of his body moved away. Ianto grinned and undid the laces on both his and Jack’s shoes, sliding them off and kicking them away before socks were dumped unceremoniously on top of the heap. He sank to his knees and sucked Jack’s left big toe into his mouth, the action taking the older man by surprise and he jerked up into a sitting position, his mouth falling open at the simply fucking erotic sight of those pouting pink lips wrapped around his toe... Ianto’s teeth grazed over the pad and Jack couldn’t stop the low moan that fell from his between his lips as the image of that mouth wrapped around another part of his anatomy charged into his head sending fresh heat surging to his groin and he sank back against the pillows...

Ianto worked his way methodically over Jack’s left foot, then moved on to his right before climbing back onto the bed to hook his hands into the waistband of the Captain’s jeans and then drag them off, slowly, watching the shudders that shook the older man’s body as the air hit his warm flesh. The jeans were added to the discarded clothing pile on the floor, leaving Jack almost naked.

Moving back to Jack’s squirming body, Ianto proceeded to lay a trail of warm wet kisses over his shins, then his knees and finally up the outside of his thighs. Jack was in a state of whimpering super-charged arousal by the time the Welshman’s mouth nudged the hot hard swelling through his now damp, tight white trunks. Nibbling though the fabric Ianto cast a swift look up to see Jack’s eyes closed, head arched back against the pillows, hips thrust forward in anticipation and he grinned to himself he’d done this...his hands...his mouth...

The thoughts died away as he finally tugged the trunks down and flung them aside, his lips closing over their final destination and he gave himself completely to Jack’s pleasure, faithfully remembering everything that the other man had taught him until Jack was left a gasping, sated heap, tingling from head to toe as his climax ripped through him and he saw stars...

Melting into Jack’s open arms, Ianto sighed happily as they kissed tenderly, his tongue chasing the lingering taste of Jack into his own mouth and his Captain held him tightly...possessively...and he was powerless to stop the huge grin lighting up his face as he snuggled in closer.

They lay in contented silence, fingers entwining and soft brushes of lips as Ianto felt himself drifting off, a sharp squeeze of his hand pulling him back from the brink of sleep. Jack smiled at him as he blinked drowsily “We should get you out of those clothes if you’re going to sleep...” he tugged lightly on Ianto’s tie, “I must be slipping – you’re still fully dressed!”

The Welshman chuckled, “nothing on the list that mentioned undressing me...” He pressed their lips together softly, “you want to improvise?” an eyebrow arched invitingly and Jack felt his body responding instantly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Share a shower..?” Ianto laughed as Jack leapt off the bed and dragged him bodily into the bathroom. As the water warmed, Jack undressed him slowly, folding each item of clothing carefully before wrapping a naked Welshman into his arms to kiss him passionately, tongues duelling hotly as blood supplies fled south and they ground their hips together, wild desire building...

Sliding under the steaming spray they resumed their frantic kisses, hands roaming freely over wet skin, finally breaking apart to draw breath, panting hard. Ianto reached for the shower gel, puzzled when Jack shook his head, the reason suddenly obvious when his Captain sank to his knees, grasped Ianto’s hips and his mouth closed over him. Ianto gasped, arching his neck back, low moans of pleasure falling from his lips as Jack went to work with tongue and teeth, driving the Welshman to the edge as waves of bliss rolled through him.

He was on the verge of explosion when Jack’s fingers trailed backwards to brush the entrance to his body and a new spike of pleasure merged with the incredible sensations already driving him into freefall and he cried out Jack’s name as the older man slid up his body to crush their lips together and they kissed pleasurably as the water cascaded down on them.

“Jack, that wa...” his breathless words were cut off by the insistent shrill bleeping from the alerter as it vibrated its way along the shelf.

“Bugger! Is it after six?” Jack grabbed at his watch with a wet hand and peered at it, “okay, gotta go sweetheart...” he planted a hasty kiss on Ianto’s lips and left the bathroom at a run, towelling rapidly as he went. The outer door banged shut shortly after leaving Ianto alone in the shower, weak at the knees and more certain than ever that he wanted more of this amazing man who’d been part of his life for less than a week...

He washed quickly, shampooed his hair and turned the water off. Wrapping the towel around him he padded back to the bedroom to find Jack’s towel on the floor and his jeans and trainers gone, his socks were still there and so was his t-shirt - on the floor almost under the bed. Pondering the question - had Jack gone out bare chested, he discovered that his Newport Uni t-shirt had gone from on top of the laundry basket – that solved that particular mystery...

Dressing in jeans, and, after a brief internal struggle which reason lost, Jack’s maroon t-shirt and apron, he went back down to the shop and through to the kitchen where he sorted out what he needed to make for the following day. He was well into a large batch of Welsh cakes when his phone rang. Digging it out of his pocket his heart leapt at the caller ID, “Jack!”

“Hi gorgeous!” The Captain’s voice was muted, obviously he was trying to keep the call from being overheard. “I’m in Cardiff on standby – they’ve got a furniture warehouse going up, looks like it’s going to be a long one... Make sure you have something to eat and I’ll see you later....don’t wait up – this could take...” he broke off as a loud siren sounded in the background “that’s us going to the fireground, sorry, gotta go again! Love you, Yanno...” and then he was gone before Ianto had a chance to reply.

He gazed at his phone as a delicious warmth spread through him, “love you too, Jack...” he whispered to the empty air before sliding his phone back into his pocket. With renewed energy he managed another perfect batch of Welsh cakes, some orange shortbread and made himself a toasted cheese sandwich and a @Yanno blend coffee while his giant chocolate cake was cooking. After counting the takings and doing the necessary paperwork, he did his washing up and restocked the cups and plates from the clean ones in the dishwasher while the sponge was cooling, finally adding the cream filling and crushed chocolate topping a few minutes to eleven.

He’d heard nothing more from Jack so assumed he was still out fighting the fire...or maybe he’d decided to go home as it was late. His stomach sank horribly as he considered the thought that he might wake up alone...how had Jack done this to him in such a short time? Pull yourself together Jones! He grinned wryly as his head was flooded with images of Jack’s smile, that expression in his eyes as he moved in for a steamy kiss, the most recent encounter with him writhing as Ianto’s tongue teased him mercilessly...

He was well and truly smitten and there was nothing he could do about it he concluded, as his jeans became uncomfortably tight and he bit his lip hard in an effort to distract himself. Knowing that sleep was still far off he grabbed his recipe book and flicked through it before throwing himself into a baking frenzy.

As he lifted the cinnamon thins and almond fingers onto cooling trays he finally felt the tiredness creeping over him. Throwing his washing up into the dishwasher he checked everything was locked up and headed back up to his flat. A quick wash and teeth clean later he was stood in front of Jack’s coat. He resisted for a split second before sliding it off the hanger and taking it through to the bedroom. With Jack’s scent surrounding him he was asleep in minutes.

Jack rubbed his eyes wearily as he bid farewell to his equally tired crew and they made their way to their respective cars. As he pulled out of the station he considered going home – two fifteen in the morning was not really a time to be disturbing Ianto... His resolve crumbled as he thought about waking up alone and moments later he was tapping the entry code into the outer door. He let himself in quietly and went into the kitchen for a glass of water, a fond smile lifting the tired lines on his face at the note, the flask and the pile of sandwiches. Despite the lateness of the hour his stomach rumbled appreciatively and he sank into a chair as he devoured them hungrily. Two cups of his favourite hazelnut blend later he was yawning - even the caffeine wouldn’t keep him awake now...

It was close on three o’clock when he finally made it into the bedroom and the sight brought a huge grin to his face. Ianto was half under the covers, his arms were wrapped tightly around Jack’s coat as his face rested against the rough fabric and a gentle smile parted his soft and sensual lips. Moving closer, Jack surveyed the sleeping man – he looked so young and innocent in sleep and Jack fought an overwhelming urge to crush his mouth down on those perfect pink lips and kiss him to the stars and back. Instead he dug his phone out of his pocket and captured the image for posterity.

Shedding his clothes swiftly on to the floor next to the bed – middle-of-the-night fire calls making rapid dressing a priority – he slid in next to the Welshman and pressed in close. Ianto stirred and turned over towards him - without releasing his hold on the coat causing Jack to smother a chuckle as he was met with a face full of heavy wool. He tugged it gently from the young man’s grasp, Ianto’s eyes opening sleepily.

“Jack?”

“Hey sweetheart, you don’t need the coat now...you got the real thing back!” he pressed a kiss to the end of the young man’s button nose before folding his coat into a soft heap on the floor. Turning back he held out an arm as Ianto moved to snuggle in tightly. “Now back to sleep...”

“Jack?” he mumbled, blinking drowsily

“Yeah?”

“Love you...” the Welshman’s eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep leaving Jack with a huge smile on his face before he followed him into much needed slumber.

The alarm clock went off far too soon for their liking, a well-aimed hand swiftly dispensing with Michael Jackson as Jack hit the snooze button and rolled back over, without opening his eyes, to spoon around Ianto’s warm back as one arm draped possessively around the young man’s waist.

Ianto sighed happily and wriggled closer, the action awakening certain parts of Jack even if the rest of him was still asleep! They lay contentedly, half awake, warm and cosy in their own little haven away from the rest of the world...a haven that was invaded once more as nine minutes later the alarm went back off. They left it this time, the beautiful sound of Eva Cassidy much gentler on their ears than Thriller had been earlier!

Ianto turned over to face his Captain, hands gently cupping faces as lips pressed together lightly, “morning beautiful!”

Ianto blushed endearingly, “men aren’t beautiful...” he muttered, running his fingers through sleep-tousled hair.    

“They are from where I’m laying...and don’t you have a confession to make?”

“...confession?” Ianto looked confused.

“How long have you had this coat fetish?”

The pink cheeks turned scarlet as Jack dragged his coat up on to the bed, “I...um...five days...” he gazed into Jack’s eyes seeing nothing but warmth and desire swirling in those blue grey pools, “since the day I first saw you...”

Jack gulped and leant closer to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss, “I want you in it...now” his voice pitched low as his eyes blazed with love and desire.

Ianto climbed out of bed and pulled on the heavy coat. Jack’s eyes raked up and down hungrily, the paleness of the Welshman’s naked body contrasting with the dark fabric to send wild pulses of desire raging through him. He held his arms open as Ianto threw himself into them, their lips meeting in a frantic kiss, tongues twisting and probing with desperate need to possess.

Pulling his mouth away, Ianto buried his face in the other man’s neck as he breathed into his ear, “make love to me, Jack...”

tbc

 

 

 

 


zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 7/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 4300

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 I spent some considerable time[!!!] visualising various parts of this chapter – hope it works...and this is dedicated to codename_sherry ‘cos she’s awesome and I love that she’s making Welsh cakes!

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 7/?

Chapter 7

Ianto hesitated briefly at the top of the stairs before leading Jack into the living room, a fleeting grin lighting his face as he noted the hero coat back on its hanger on the bookcase... He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, the Captain’s arms immediately sliding around his waist to tug him in close. Ianto sighed happily and leant against him, the welcome warmth and immediate stirring below his waistline shoving aside the flicker of anxiety that had surfaced the closer he got to the top of the stairs.

Jack moved one hand to tip his chin up, “Look at me...just here...my eyes, nothing else...”

Ianto grinned, “so now you’re Patrick Swayze?”

“Great film, Dirty Dancing..!”

“So, what - that makes me...baby?”

“She was cute...you’re cute! Oh and who’s giving the lesson?”

A tiny smile curved the corners of Ianto’s mouth, a smile that reminded Jack of just how much he loved to kiss those soft and sensual lips and he moved suddenly to crush their mouths together, the Welshman’s mouth opening to Jack’s probing tongue as they kissed hard and with mounting passion for long pleasurable minutes, breaking apart panting.

“Who says you’re doing anything yet?” Ianto gasped breathlessly as he moved his hand up from the small of his Captain’s back so he could read the order page over Jack’s shoulder. “Just need to check everything’s as it should be...” He suppressed a chuckle as Jack’s face took on an expression of intense concentration mingled with throbbing desire.

“Okay then, napkins in holders around the room..?”

“Done, and spare ones in the end cupboard under the counter for easy access...”

“Good! Menus in holders on the tables...”

“Yes, and on the wall and outside the front door!” Jack interrupted before he could finish, causing a throaty chuckle to fall from the Welshman’s lips; a chuckle that sent wild pulses of desire to the older man’s trousers...

“Someone’s impatient!” Ianto grinned as Jack twisted and grabbed the order list from him.

“Yes! Milk and sugar in trays on either side, loyalty cards and stamp in till, float in till, tables wiped down, cups by the water fountain, feedback surveys on tables, mugs, plates and cutlery all ready...” he took a deep breath as he rattled it off, “it’s all done, everything! Now can I give you Blowjob lesson #1/?

Ianto didn’t answer, reclaimed the order sheet and crumpled it in his hand, dropping it to the floor as he led Jack to the bedroom. Once through the door he slid his arms around Jack’s neck and kissed him, slowly at first, soft sensual swipes of tongue that grew progressively more territorial until they were duelling hotly, twin arousals straining against the confines of their trousers as they arched against each other.

“Show me...teach me...let me give you as much pleasure as you gave me...” he breathed against Jack’s ear when they broke apart, “I want to taste you...” he pulled back to lock eyes briefly with the older man before their lips crashed together and hands raked urgently at clothing until they were both panting and naked... “I’m yours, Jack...tell me what to do...” the throaty whisper accompanied by the tentative touch of the Welshman’s hands splaying over the warm, smooth skin of his chest sending waves of feral want raging through Jack’s body .

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his pounding heartbeat, wanting to take this slowly to ensure there was as much pleasure in giving as there was in receiving. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ianto down next to him.

“Give me your hand...trust me?” he said softly as the Welshman looked perplexed. Ianto nodded, offering his hand. “Okay, close your eyes...now feel...” he kissed the inside of the young man’s wrist lightly, soft presses of lips to pale skin as he felt his pulse beating strongly against his mouth, followed by a firm lick that started at his wrist and extended several inches up the inside of his arm...

Ianto shuddered deliciously at the touch, his remaining senses heightened from the lack of sight, a low moan falling from between softly parted, pink, kiss swollen lips...

Jack finished with another series of light kisses on the now highly sensitised skin, adding a light grazing of teeth. Ianto almost leapt off the bed...

Jack grinned and released his hand, “you can open your eyes now!” he whispered as the Welshman’s cobalt baby blues fluttered open and widened as they gazed at the older man.

Wow, that was...” he shook his head, no words immediately available to express the sensations.

“Right, now you try...” he pressed his lips to Ianto’s gently, brushing his thumb over his cheek, the kiss conveying a tenderness that said clearly you don’t have to do this...

Ianto took Jack’s hand “Close your eyes...feel...” the Welsh vowels travelling straight to Jack’s already highly charged groin. He gasped when Ianto’s mouth brushed softly over his wrist, tiny kisses that made his skin tingle and his heartbeat increase...and he was powerless to stop the needy ”Yanno...” that escaped when the young man’s tongue dragged a strip from wrist to part way up his arm and then kissed and nibbled his way back down again before releasing his hand.  

Jack gulped as his body quivered with want and he fought the urge to flatten the Welshman into the bed, snog his face off and eat him whole...”Fuck Yanno...you’re so hot..!

A fierce blush coloured Ianto’s cheeks as Jack took his hand again, “...eyes closed...” This time he sucked the top of his little finger, swirling his tongue around and over the tip, adding the occasional light nip of teeth, before slowly pulling the finger deeper into his mouth, sucking harder and building up a rhythm. Grazing with his teeth as he increased the pressure with his tongue, he drew in a quick breath and hummed around the digit in his mouth...

Ianto let out a deep moan and thrust his head back, the sound dying away to a needy whimper when his finger was released... He opened his eyes to find Jack’s lust-darkened blue grey depths devouring him hungrily. “That was so fucking erotic...I want you Jack...need you...”

Jack offered his hand...”this first...trust me...” He closed his eyes, arching his back as Ianto’s warm breath tickled the tip of his finger. By the time the Welshman had sucked his finger in as far as the knuckle, Jack was moaning loudly, the sounds deep and guttural, sending them both perilously close to the edge.

Ianto released Jack’s finger and moved on to the floor, nudging his Captain’s knees apart to slide into the gap between them. One hand linked with the older man’s and he smiled briefly before dipping his head. Jack let out a strangled gasp of pleasure as Ianto kissed nipped and licked his way from one end to the other, before Jack was surrounded in the warm moist cavern of the Welshman’s willing mouth and he proceeded to put every one of the lessons learned to good use...

Jack’s other hand tangled in Ianto’s hair, his eyes closed, head thrust back as he felt his climax building rapidly. He tugged sharply on the young man’s hair, “so close...” he rasped, “stop if you want...you don’t have to...aaagghhhh...fuckfuckfuck...so good...Yanno...oh...YannoYannoYanno...” as Ianto’s tongue swirled and he hummed, Jack exploding in his mouth as the older man saw stars and waves of exquisite pleasure rolled through him.

Ianto released him, gasping, as he was hauled to his feet and dragged onto the bed, Jack’s mouth devouring his as he was kissed senseless and Jack’s hand made short work of the Welshman’s own hot arousal. They lay, spent and panting, in a sated, boneless heap on the quilt.

Sleepily, Jack urged Ianto under the covers, mopping them quickly with tissues from the box on the bedside cabinet, before wrapping himself tightly around Ianto’s back as they drifted off to sleep.

The shrill bleeping dragged them from pleasant dreams. Jack was half out the bed and groping for his trousers in the dark before Ianto had barely moved, the Welshman struggling to sit up as he reached for the bedside light. He blinked in surprise as Jack muttered and kicked his trousers back off – raised eyebrows to see he’d been going commando under his jeans – before his Captain slid back into bed.

“It’s five past six...I booked off at six remember?” He leant across to kiss him softly, “you know, you’re gonna have to get up faster than that once you’ve joined...too slow and I’ll go without you!” he ginned and pressed closer, limbs entwining as they sank back onto the pillows...

Ianto was melting into the embrace as Jack’s tongue swept his mouth possessively, delicious shivers of desire waking all parts of his body when they were interrupted by the alarm clock and the energetic sound of The Monkees! Jack shifted momentarily to bash a hand vaguely in the clock’s direction, managing to hit the snooze button without breaking his hold – or their increasingly hot and steamy kiss! Eventually, oxygen requirements made them surface, highly aroused, if somewhat breathless...

“Morning!” Jack pressed a light kiss to the end of the Welshman’s button nose and slid his hands lower, exploring his warm smooth skin until he reached his target. Ianto pressed against his hand briefly before regretfully shaking his head and moving away.

“We need to get up...”

“I’d say we already are!” Jack smirked and reached for him, his face falling as Ianto failed to return to his arms.

“Can’t...oooohh!” he gasped as Jack scooted across the bed and let his fingers dance up the outside of the young man’s thigh. He bit his lip to stop a moan as those fingers moved to a more central location... “Jack..!” he grabbed his hand and held it, “Rhi and Mica’ll be here at seven...I can’t have her catch us again – I’d never live it down!” He sighed as Jack squeezed his hand and moved away, a sudden grin lighting his face as he headed to the bathroom, “of course I do need to have a shower... “ He looked at the other man through his eyelashes, “you could help make sure I’m clean enough to face my public..?”

 Jack flung the bedclothes aside and chased him into the bathroom, folding his Welshman into his arms as the shower warmed, before pressing up close in the tiny cubicle where they ensured all hot steamy attentions were washed away with plenty of bubbles and they emerged clean and glowing, if slightly weak at the knees.

Ianto dressed in his @Yanno uniform, grinning happily as Jack’s still naked body reacted with obvious approval to the sight and he made sure he bent over slowly to lace his shoes up.

“Any more displays like that Ianto Jones and even if the Queen was coming, she’d have to get in line...” Jack growled as he strode across the room to haul the young man into his arms and kiss him hard, grinding against him until Ianto was as aroused as his Captain. Grinning, Jack released him and stepped back to admire his handiwork; lightly flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair and gloriously pink, kiss swollen lips. He looked wanton and totally edible!

Moving to his overnight bag, Jack pulled out his clothes; tighty whitey trunks that accentuated the firm lines of his buttocks and had Ianto squirming in his trousers, smart black slacks and an Abercrombie and Fitch maroon t-shirt with a giant coffee cup on it. “Thought this would ‘kind of’ match your colour scheme?”

Still breathless, Ianto just nodded, watching as Jack tucked his t-shirt in and did up his belt. He held his hand out and they made their way downstairs to the shop. Flicking the radio on, Jack led him into the middle of the shop floor and pulled him close, slow-dancing to the immortal sounds of Glen Miller, tipping his face up to kiss him softly. He pulled away and rubbed their noses together as the song ended. “This is your day today, Yanno...it’s going to be a huge success, I know it is...”

Ianto fought back tears at the conviction in Jack’s voice and buried his face into his Captain’s neck, immersing himself in that unique and intoxicating scent...how could his life have changed so much in such a short time..? Jack...it was meeting this amazing man that had suddenly put the rainbow in the sky, polished the stars at night and generally given the world a sparkle and vibrancy that hadn’t been there before... “Thank you...” he stifled a sob, “...for everything...” The tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Hey...” Jack kissed the tears away and hugged him tight. “Now, work to do!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “I need a new list..!” the accompanying seductive suck of his little finger bringing a throaty roar of laughter from the Welshman.

“That’s better!” Jack laughed as he pulled his finger from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ “Right, seriously...what do you want me to do?”

  Still chuckling, Ianto grabbed the order pad and wrote a list as Jack peered over his shoulder. “That should do for now...” he grinned as Jack read it out loud, arching his eyebrow at the accompanying leer as he reached the end of the list. “So, looking forward to the end of the day already?”

“Who says it has to be the end...I’m sure I can entice you to take a coffee break...” Jack murmured as he nipped the Welshman’s earlobe and moved away to switch on the computers.

Ianto shuddered as Jack’s warm breath teased the sensitive flesh of his neck and headed towards the counter to sort out his different blends.

Each was soon absorbed in their tasks. Ianto was at work on his coffee machine and Jack was methodically working his way down his list, setting out croissants, pain au chocolat and cinnamon twists on trays ready for the ovens. The Welsh cakes and bagels were set out; cookies, shortbread, giant cakes and muffins were all under huge glass domes and Jack was singing quietly to himself when Mica and Rhi arrived, both chuckling at the sight of him in his Hands Off the Chef! Apron when he swung round to greet them.

“Morning!” Rhi glanced towards the shop as Mica accepted a kiss on the cheek from Jack before heading through to join Ianto, “how is he?”

“Nervous, muttering unintelligible Welsh under his breath...passionate!” Jack grinned as Rhiannon rolled her eyes in a very Ianto-like manner.

“That’s quite enough information thank you! I’ve still not recovered from my first encounter!”

The timer on the small oven pinged and Jack moved swiftly to load the contents of the tray on to a large serving plate. “Coming?” he nodded towards the shop, “staff breakfast before we open...sociable start to the day, plus it fills the shop with the smell of baking and fresh coffee..!”

“You look...comfortable here...domesticated...” Rhi noted as they headed through the door.

“I told you the other day – I can’t explain it...I know it’s only been days, but it’s like I’ve waiting all my life for him...and he does have his own particular ways of making me work..!” Jack winked as they joined Ianto and Mica, sliding the order list safely into his pocket.

“Mum, Jack, go sit down, we’ll bring the coffee and plates over.” Mica was loading a tray with the familiar blue and white striped mugs and some plates as Ianto moved to join them in the booth. He slid in beside Jack and leant across him to give his sister a hug, Jack snatching a quick kiss on his way back.

Ianto smiled and leant against the reassuring warmth of his body as they slid their fingers through each other’s to link hands which then rested on the table. Rhi watched the interaction; despite his apprehension at the imminent opening of the shop, she’d never seen Ianto so relaxed...whatever it was he had with Jack was obviously good. The image of the last time she’d seen them – indeed, the only time she’d seen them together – flashed through her mind and she grinned – there was no doubting they had chemistry!

Jack raised his mug “To Ianto and @Yanno...” They all clunked mugs and took a sip. “A new one?” he inhaled the aroma and took another sip, his eyes fixed on the Welshman’s expression – a mixture of barely contained excitement and trepidation. “It’s good...really good – slightly nutty, slightly sweet...”

“It’s the @Yanno special signature blend...I made it myself...it’s...” his voice dropped to a whisper so Jack had to lean closer to hear him “I made a blend of your favourite flavours... I mean, you thought of the name and...” The rest was lost as Jack’s mouth crashed against his in a brief but hotly passionate kiss and he was breathless and pink-cheeked when he was released, the blush deepening as he looked up to see his niece and sister gaping open-mouthed at them. 

 

“I told you they were hot, mum!” Mica said in an awed voice. She gazed at Ianto, “can you do that again, Unca?”

Rhiannon fixed her daughter with a stern glare, the teenager giggling, but sliding out of the booth as she began to clear the plates and mugs. Rhi smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen, “Don’t let her get too cheeky...she’s a good kid but she needs reminding of the boundaries sometimes!” She stood up, “okay, what can I do to help?”

Ianto’s face paled as he glanced at his watch, uncharacteristic panic rising...”um, wash up? I don’t know...put the stuff in the oven...we might not have anyone...” he turned to Jack, “what if we don’t have anyone?” his eyes widening as he considered all the ramifications...

“Here...thought this might help calm those last minute nerves...” he dug in his pocket and pulled out Ianto’s stopwatch. Checking his own timepiece he held the battered silver case out “...it’s set for ten minutes...you just need to...”

“God, I love you Jack!” Ianto folded his hand over the Captain’s as he pressed the button on the top to start the countdown. Their eyes met as each replayed his words.

Jack cupped his face and brushed his thumbs over the young man’s cheeks before pressing their lips together in a tender kiss, “I love you too...my Yanno...” Ianto was walking on air as Jack gently propelled him to his station behind the counter before heading to do the final checks as the final minutes to opening ticked away.

Rhi joined her daughter in the kitchen, “somehow I don’t think anything’s going to spoil your Unca’s day today...” she grinned, “I’ll take over in here, you get out to the till...good luck!”

Jack gave a sneaky glance towards his Welshman and pulled his phone out, calling up a pre-written message and pressing ‘send’ before shoving his phone quickly back in his pocket as Ianto looked across at him and smiled...a smile that melted Jack’s heart and made him want to vault the counter and snog his face off!

“We all ready?” Ianto checked his stopwatch, jumping when the radio announcer faded the current track and he heard his name “We’re outside the newest Coffee House in Penarth, @Yanno, and we’re just starting the countdown to opening...are we ready?” There was an answering cheer from a large crowd, “ten...nine...eight...”

“Jack? What’s going on?”

“Sounds like we’ve got lots of thirsty people out there...” Jack grinned “you ready, babe?” He opened the blinds so they could see the mass of people outside.

“...three....two...one...and open!” the radio announcer cheered and Ianto had no time to respond before Jack opened the door and a mass of people poured through it, including some familiar faces... Tosh and Owen took their place in the queue, waving cheerfully.  

Jack guided the radio crew to a booth and took their order, weaving through the crowds to the counter to hand the order in. He swapped a few words with the couple at the head of the queue whilst Ianto filled their orders  – they were from his road so Jason had done a good job – they took their drinks and moved along to Mica to pay and hand in their voucher from the flyer – buy one, get one free, opting to spend the money they’d saved on a giant slice of coffee and walnut cake to share. The first sale was away...

Ianto made a point of brushing their fingers together as he handed over the drinks for the radio crew and added a plate of Welsh Cakes. The look in his eyes said it all, love blazing from those crystal blue depths and it made Jack’s heart pound to think of wrapping this beautiful Welshman, naked and undone, into his arms...

“...anything else Jack?”

“Eh? Oh, no! Thanks!” Ianto’s hand on his dragged him back to the immediate present. He grinned and carried the tray back to the booth where the presenter inhaled the aroma, sipped and...told the listeners that if they wanted good coffee, then the place to get it was @Yanno...the signature blend is quite simply out of this world!

Orders rolled in thick and fast, eat in and take-away, loyalty cards were snapped up and the computers proved very popular... Tosh and Owen had the Breakfast special and went into raptures over the New York blend, the other firefighters appearing at different times during the morning until there was a brief lull around eleven fifty and Ianto was able to stick his head round the kitchen door to check Rhi was okay. She waved thumbs up from the dishwasher she was unloading and carried on.

Jack had run around doing ‘front-of-house’ chatting to the customers, encouraging them to fill in the surveys, refilled the various holders with napkins, milk and sugar, kept Ianto stocked up with clean mugs and plates and cleared tables. One thing was evident – Ianto was going to need more staff if even half of today’s customers came back for more!

Mica was having a long drink of iced water. She grinned at her uncle and fanned her face “what d’you think Unca? @Yanno is flying!”

Ianto spiked the large take-away order he’d just completed as the customers left the shop and looked around. Jack was clearing the table in one of the booths, there were several smaller tables and two of the breakfast bar stools in use, both computers were occupied...it looked and felt like a real shop now! He grinned back at Mica, “Thanks, Imp, yep, I think you’re right – we’re definitely flying! You want to grab a quick break now?”

Mica nodded and headed out to the kitchen. Ianto leant against the counter and watched Jack as he stacked plates and mugs efficiently onto the tray and wiped the table down. Feeling the intensity of Ianto’s gaze on him, he glanced up and winked, the smile sending a surge of heat to Ianto’s trousers and he bit down on his bottom lip as he thought ahead to the coming night and Jack’s new tasks list...

The rest of the day flew by and four o’clock was upon them before they realised it. Thanking the final customers and turning the door sign to ‘closed’ Ianto pulled the blinds down and moved to the centre of the room, calling Jack from the kitchen where he’d taken the latest tray full of dirty mugs and plates out to the dishwasher.

He held his arms out and sighed happily when they were filled with a warm, if a little damp and sweaty, Captain. “Thank you, Jack...I don’t know what you did, but it was amazing...”

“All I did was make a call to my mate at the local radio station and suggest he might like to do an outside broadcast...” he smiled, “it’s you that’s amazing...” he said softly. They gazed at each other, drowning in the intensity of emotions swirling in twin pools of blue, before lips met in a gentle kiss and the world around them faded away. ..

When Mica came back with a tray of clean mugs, they were locked in a tight embrace, hands tangled in hair and around waists, oblivious to anything but each other. Giggling, she called her mum.

Rhi smiled fondly, scribbled a brief note on an order pad and stuck it on top of the till as she dragged a faintly protesting Mica away. They closed the kitchen door quietly and headed for home...

When Jack and Ianto surfaced some time later they realised they were alone, grinning when they found her note. “Oh, that reminds me!” Jack dug in his pocket and pulled out his latest list.

Ianto folded his hand over the note and his Captain’s fingers. “I’m yours Jack...completely...” The older man smiled and led him towards the stairs...

tbc    

 

zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 6/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3950

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Thank you for your patience while LJ was out of commission – future updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 Apologies for the lack of Captain Coat and Coffee Man recently – I do have two partly done, but I have to admit to being totally caught up in this at the moment, plus the Ianto BB as well. Hopefully an update on CC&CM by the end of the weekend...

 

Twos and Blues 6/?

Chapter 6

Ianto let out a shaky breath as he felt Jack stretch out beside him, the warmth of his body pressing close both calmly reassuring and exciting terrifying at the same time...

“Relax...” Jack brushed his lips against the Welshman’s and threaded one hand gently through his hair, the touch immediately soothing and his eyes fluttered open to see Jack propped up on one elbow as he gazed at him, a tender smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful Yanno...” The hand stroking his hair moved to cup his face as Jack captured his mouth, the kiss slow and deep, deliberate sensual sweeps of tongue against tongue shooting delicious sparks of fire through the young man’s body.

When they came up for air, Ianto’s senses were on hyper-alert, lips parted as he panted softly. Jack shifted slightly to slide one hand down to entwine with Ianto’s, squeezing his fingers briefly before dropping feather-light kisses over his face, starting on his forehead, trailing down over his cute button nose and moving to cover his cheeks and chin, finally returning to those pouting pink lips to kiss him into oblivion.

Jack’s mouth moved from Ianto’s lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling his soft skin as Ianto let out a low moan and stretched his head to one side, giving his Captain more access. He gasped loudly with the combined sensation of pleasure and pain as Jack reached the juncture between neck and shoulder and bit down, sucking the warm skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a bruise before soothing it with his tongue.

Moving onwards, Jack’s lips left tiny electric charges wherever they touched Ianto’s aroused and sensitive skin, arching his neck as Jack paused to lap in the hollow of his throat before kissing and nibbling his way back up the other side of his neck to recapture his lips once more, tongue plundering the young man’s mouth as he lost himself in pleasurable sensation...

Ianto’s breath was a series of tiny pants, his focus now solely on the touch of Jack’s hands and the heat of his mouth against his skin and the world faded away... Jack’s fingers trailed lightly over Ianto’s shoulders and down to his chest, spreading joyously as they finally got to run through the soft downy hair until they sought out his nipples and teased them, rolling the rapidly responding nubs of flesh between finger and thumb...

Unintelligible strings of Welsh floated down from above as Jack’s mouth followed his fingers, the sound sending a surge of desire directly to the older man’s groin and he caught his breath, before resuming the lazy swirl of his tongue around the now hardened nipple, his fingers dancing ever lower with the lightest of touches and Ianto’s fingers dug into the duvet as he arched his body...completely lost in exquisite pleasure...

Pulling back for a moment, Jack gazed at Ianto, his heart racing and blood pounding at the sight of his pale skin against the dark bedding and the way the Welshman had come undone at his hands...his mouth...he was so fucking beautiful...as he committed the image to his memory...

A needy whimper filtered through his dreamy haze and he smiled as Ianto’s eyes met his, total trust and longing shining from those deep blue pools...and something more... Jack scrambled back to Ianto’s mouth, crushing their lips together as he poured his feelings into the kiss to leave them riding on a tidal wave of shared emotion... 

Returning, a little breathless, to his trail of kisses, Jack moved down the Welshman’s stomach, dipping his tongue playfully into his belly button so Ianto arched off the bed, shuddering with desire as Jack’s mouth moved ever lower, hot wet kisses on his hips leading to another string of Welsh falling from those perfect pink, kiss swollen lips... Jack’s downward trail reached Ianto’s foot, his tongue now flicking at his toes, then moving to lick in the arch before climbing slowly back up on the inside of his leg...

Ianto’s brain had long since melted with the intensity of sensations rolling thick and fast through his body. If he never experienced another thing in his life, this would sustain him for eternity, the random thought flashing into his head as another lick of that wicked and talented tongue on the inside of his thigh, followed by another nip and soothe that he knew would match the various strategically placed brandings, sent him higher into the cosmos, only to groan as hot breath passed over his straining arousal to repeat the exploration on his other leg...

Time stood still, nothing existed beyond the feel of Jack’s lips on his flesh, the heavy weight of Jack’s own body nudging against his side as his Captain knelt over him. He reached for him, only to have his hands batted gently aside, “this is all about you...your pleasure...” as Jack resumed his slow crawl back up the inside if the Welshman’s inner thigh...

Ianto’s dazed synapses wondered fleetingly what it would be like...Lisa had tried it once, professed she hated it and that, as they say, had been that...the miniscule flicker of wonder suddenly eclipsed as Jack’s mouth finally closed over him and he was surrounded in warm, moist heat, a strangled gasp of pleasure escaping from his lips and a hand reached up to entwine with his own as he writhed and trembled under the mind blowing attentions of Jack’s tongue and light scraping of teeth...

Jack hummed as he felt Ianto’s body trembling, knowing the pleasure he was giving was like nothing the young man had ever experienced before, the vibrations increasing the sensation beyond all earthly description “JackJackJack” interspersed with wanton moans and low guttural strings of Welsh as Ianto writhed and arched under his touch...

Ianto felt his climax building, starting from the soles of his feet and spreading up and out like cracks in ice as delicious tendrils of fire ignited in every cell of his body, nerve endings stretched taut as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed over him and he exploded, his body shaking and bucking wildly as he fell off the precipice to float amongst the stars...

Jack continued to suck until Ianto had stopped shuddering, sliding back up his body to capture his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling wildly as the Welshman tasted himself for the first time.

A delicious sense of warmth and tingling flooded Ianto’s body as he came down from his orgasmic high to bask in the afterglow and he snuggled into Jack’s embrace as the older man urged them under the duvet and wrapped him into his arms.

“That was...was...fucking fantastic...no words...I can’t...Jack..!” Ianto gave up on words and pressed a tender kiss to Jack’s lips, one hand threading through his hair as they each lost themselves in the other... Breaking apart gently, they lay back, content in their closeness. Ianto reached a tentative hand towards Jack’s body...again it was gently pushed aside.

“Later...this was about you, your pleasure...and my pleasure to share with you...” he kissed him softly, “and this is just the start, Yanno...now, rest!” he dropped a light kiss on the end of Ianto’s button nose and turned him onto his side, spooning in close behind, one arm curling possessively around his waist to keep him in close as he buried his face in the young man’s hair and closed his eyes. Ianto pressed back against him, sated and drowsy. Within moments they were asleep.

They were woken by a loud hammering on the shop door, Jack was dressed and down the stairs  - years of swift middle-of the-night dressing for fires coming into play - before Ianto’s sleep addled brain had even registered where the sound was coming from!

Opening the door to the delivery driver, his barrow stacked high with boxes the man grunted bad temperedly at him. “I was about to go on, delivery for Jones, you Jones?”

“Nope!” the reply and wide grin causing a further frown to cross the man’s weathered features. “Jones needs to sign for them...says specifically...” he pointed at the delivery note. “I’ll have to take them away and he’ll have to collect them from the depot...”

Ianto padded barefoot across to the door, glancing from a smiling Jack to the scowling delivery man.

Jack draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulders and leant against him “This is Jones..!” he squeezed the Welshman’s shoulder, “so sign away!”

The driver looked from one man to the other, took in the semi-dressed state of the newest arrival, the mussed hair and kiss swollen lips of the pair, coupled with the inside out t-shirt of the first man and muttered about ‘blooming poofters’ almost under his breath. Ianto blushed...endearingly in Jack’s opinion... as he counted the boxes, ticked to confirm the number and signed for the delivery.

Once the boxes were piled inside the door and the clipboard and pen safely back in Grumpy’s possession, Jack moved in, his smiling face at odds with the fierce intensity of his words, “personal opinion you are entitled to, however, in our property we do what we want, you have neither the right nor the intelligence to know what you’re talking about and if I ever hear you making those kind of derogatory comments again I guarantee you, I’ll have your job... You got that? Now beat it!” He stepped closer to the man who backed away over the threshold so Jack closed the door in his face and hauled Ianto in for a body-zinging snog. Neither man heard the van drive away...

Ianto blinked breathlessly when he was released “wow, Jack!”

“Sorry, I get a bit wound up when faced with such ignorance...”

“...you said our...” Ianto’s voice was awed

“Sorry!”

“C’m here..!” Ianto tangled his hands into the front of Jack’s...actually it was his University t-shirt...tugging him close to kiss him with a passion that made them dizzy. When they parted, Ianto slid his hand into Jack’s and led him back upstairs, pausing at the bathroom door “shower with me?” he whispered, pink colouring his cheeks at his boldness, his eyes suddenly finding the floor incredibly interesting as he bit his lip, what if that’s too much bowling through his head, shitshitshit...

A thumb tipping his chin up so lips could be pressed softly against his own dragged him from mini-panic mode and he met Jack’s smiling gaze, a sudden grin lighting his own face, “three days and I can’t get enough of you!” he buried his face in Jack’s neck at the admission as the other man chuckled, “likewise, Yanno...” his voice dropped as he breathed against the Welshman’s ear “I don’t know what you do to me Ianto Jones, but you captivate me and I will never get enough of you...”

They staggered through the bathroom door, mouths locked together as they kissed hotly, finally breaking apart to pull their clothes off, discarding them into a messy heap on the floor. Ianto turned the shower on to warm as they sank back into blissful kiss after kiss and the room filled with steam.

Panting breathlessly, they stepped into the tiny cubicle and ducked under the cascading water, their bodies pressed close together as they resumed their fiery kisses and desire reignited. They washed each other’s hair, Ianto delighting in the intimacy of the action...somehow this was even more intimate than what they’d done earlier, unable to stop the huge grin that lit up his face as images from that amazing experience replayed in his head.

Jack kissed the corners of his mouth, “What’s got you so happy?” he murmured, pulling the young man in closer as he deepened the kiss.

Ianto pulled back briefly, “you!” before giving himself to the pleasures of Jack’s wondrous kisses as the water powered down on their heads. They broke apart when air became a necessity, hips grinding together as blood supplies gathered hopefully... Jack reached for the shower gel and tipped a generous amount out in his hand.

“This is one we do together...” grabbing Ianto’s hand to pour some into his as well, before pressing their bodies together so their arousal twitched as they brushed against each other. He guided Ianto’s hand down to wrap it around them both, covering the gap with his own hand as they began to move, building up a rhythm for pleasure rather than release as he captured the Welshman’s lips in a messy kiss, their tongues duelling hotly until they broke off panting. Their hands moved faster, pressure and pleasure increasing until they spilled into their joined hands and Ianto cried out, sagging against his Captain as his boneless legs refused to hold him up.

Jack kissed him tenderly and soaped them both quickly before turning the cooling water off and wrapping them both in fluffy lemon bath-sheets. He slid his arms around the younger man and just held him, closing his eyes as they absorbed the timeless pleasure of simply being... After long, enjoyable minutes while each revisited everything they’d shared over the past few days in their respective heads, they untangled themselves and sorted out their clothing, finally returning to the shop, dry, dressed and in serious need of caffeine!

Jack began unpacking the boxes of computer equipment, looking in horror at all the instructions to set up the proxy settings so the service couldn’t be abused by any undesirable patrons. He dug his phone out of his pocket as Ianto brought their coffee mugs and slabs of fruit cake over on a tray. “Do you mind if I ask Tosh to come and sort these out? She’ll be ten times faster than us!”

“Do it! I’m okay with computers, but my brain is currently mush – wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Captain would it?”

Jack attempted to look innocent, a look that failed completely as Ianto whispered into his ear and Jack’s body immediately sprang back to life! He was still spluttering when Tosh answered, a brief conversation later and he hung up grinning. “She’ll be here in about half an hour... what do you want me to do in the meantime?”

Ianto looked around and mentally prioritised the numerous small jobs that still had to be done – menus to be put in holders, napkins, rubbish bins to be lined, loyalty cards and stamps needed unpacking – the list was endless. He grabbed an order pad and wrote it all down, handing the sheet of paper to Jack with a flourish, “think that’ll keep you out of trouble for now?” he grinned as Jack read it and gasped, “I like the last task..!”

“Thought you might! Right, I need to get into the kitchen or I’ll never be ready for the morning...” he reached out and entwined their fingers, “thanks Jack...for everything...for being you...” Releasing his hand he hurried into the kitchen before the other man could catch the sparkle of tears welling in his eyes Jack had made life worth living...given him a purpose again...and he lo...” he bit his lip, hard, too soon...don’t spoil it...but it wasn’t long before the images in his head chased away any fears and he hummed contentedly to the soulful songs playing on the radio that Jack had obviously switched on...

True to her word, Tosh tapped on the door just under thirty minutes later and set straight to work, Jack having plugged all the leads together in the basic set up. Hearing her voice, Ianto went in to say hello and make her a coffee, the pretty tech genius opting for the mocha blend with a dash of milk which she pronounced heavenly after a brief silence where she just inhaled the aroma.

Jack sipped his regular hazelnut and grinned, another one won over by the amazing coffee skills of his gorgeous Welshman. He grabbed him around the waist and kissed him lightly, unaware that Tosh was watching in the reflection from the monitor. She smiled indulgently, now she knew the real reason Jack was here and it was good to see him so happy, especially after all his troubles with John...who would not like this development at all she realised, resolving to keep a careful eye on the abrasive and sometimes ruthless firefighter...

Jack had released Ianto and the young man returned to his kitchen where he was whipping the filling for his coffee and walnut cake. An hour passed rapidly; Ianto had bagged all his Welsh cakes, finished his cake, placed his cookies and shortbread in tins and completed a full inventory of bagels, croissants and pain au chocolat so he knew exactly how many breakfasts he could cater...thoughts of breakfast reminded him they’d eaten very little and his tummy rumbled in confirmation as he went through into the shop.

Tosh and Jack were huddled around the computers, heads together, their attention focused, conversation muted. A sudden flicker of doubt raced across his mind...Jack, the Fire Service, the shop...what if it all went wrong? He bit his lip and moved to the coffee machine, chasing the negative thoughts away with a stream of images from earlier...

He clattered the mugs and plates loudly in an attempt to alert them to his presence without peering over their shoulders and making them jump. It also meant he could check off the jobs that Jack had done so he’d know if the last task would be tonight...the thought sent shivers of anticipation surging directly below his waistline and his attention drifted...

“Yanno...Ianto..!” Jack’s hand slapping the counter dragged him from his pleasant mental meanderings and he looked up to see the Captain gazing amusedly at him. “Welcome back!” He stood on tiptoes and leant over the counter, grabbed a handful of t-shirt and hauled the Welshman in for a kiss, leaving him pink cheeked and spluttering when he was released.

Tosh giggled and clapped her hands, Ianto’s blush deepening as he caught her eye. He opened his mouth to speak just as her phone rang and she answered it, smiling broadly, “Owen! No, I’m at Ianto’s coffee shop...yeah, that’s the one...he makes awesome coffee! ...I’m sure he will...yeah, almost done...love you too!” She hung up and shoved her phone back in her pocket, turning to look at Ianto “Is it okay if Owen comes here to meet me? I’ve promised him a coffee if you don’t mind?”

Ianto grinned, “as my Auntie I think anything you do is fine! Have to keep Auntie happy – is that right Jack?”

“Always...but it’s Captain first, then Auntie!”

“Hahaha!” Tosh held her hand out to Ianto, “come and see what we’ve done...”

Dropping into the chair, Ianto gazed at the blank screen as Jack draped himself over his shoulders, nestling his chin into the crook of his neck. Tosh woke the screen up and Ianto gasped, the background was set as the front of the shop, the @Yanno logo repeated in a string around the edge, with links to the menus, information about the coffee and other relevant sites of interest.

“Wow, Tosh that’s amazing – you’re brilliant!” Ianto’s face lit up excitedly, this seemed to make it all so much more real!

Tosh blushed with pleasure and clicked on the mouse, “I’ve set all the proxy settings so you won’t get anyone looking at inappropriate sites and it’ll prompt the user to confirm they want to continue every fifteen minutes, that usually means most people will check to see if others are waiting...it’s a customer friendly nudge to ‘play nice’!”

“That’s brilliant...you’re brilliant Thank you, thank you!” Ianto leant across to give Tosh a hug as Owen peered through the window and tapped on the glass.

Jack grinned and went to let him in. “Oi, tea boy, that’s my girlfriend you’ve got your arms around!” the first words out of his mouth as he strode in through the door.

“Ignore him, Ianto he’s a grumpy sod at the best of times!” Jack gave Owen a friendly shove, “and that’s my boyfriend your girlfriend’s hugging, so looks like we’re even!”

The silence was deafening as they all stared at Jack, mouths open, Ianto included. Tosh released the Welshman as Jack moved to his side and put his hands on the young man’s shoulders, “you don’t like boyfriend? How about partner? Is that better?” He cupped his face and kissed him softly, smiling into the kiss as Ianto’s arms slid round his waist to pull him closer as tongues danced playfully.

Tosh and Owen grinned at each other, this was a Jack they’d not seen in a very long time...too long! Owen squeezed Tosh’s hand and winked at her, barking “Oi, put the tea boy down, Harkness, I’m still waiting for my coffee!”

Jack and Ianto sprang apart, Ianto blushing furiously as he moved to his coffee machine to make coffee for everyone, joining in the laughter as Jack and Owen continued to spar.

They sat and drank their coffee in one of the booths, chatting easily, munching on cherry and coconut cookies and Ianto quickly felt included as an equal, leaning against Jack with their fingers linked, listening intently when they moved on to share their stories of different shouts, the camaraderie evident in their turn taking and good natured teasing of failings and humorous incidents.

Reluctantly, Tosh and Owen stood up to take their leave, declining an invitation to stay for some dinner as they were due at Tosh’s mum’s, but did happily agree to return for the @Yanno breakfast special, on the house.

Ianto shook hands with Owen and was pulled into a hug by Tosh and then they were gone. As he locked the door Jack came back from the kitchen where he’d washed the mugs and joined him as he gazed around the shop, now fully stocked and laid out for the morning. “It looks great Yanno...it’s going to be amazing...” he pulled the young man into his arms and kissed him lightly. “I’ve finished my list...all apart from the last one...”

Ianto’s heart rate increased rapidly as he linked their hands and led his Captain towards the stairs to his flat, the order sheet clutched in his other hand...

tbc

 


zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 5/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 3740

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Thank you for your patience while LJ was out of commission – future updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 Apologies for the lack of Captain Coat and Coffee Man recently – I do have two partly done, but I have to admit to being totally caught up in this at the moment, plus the Ianto BB as well. Hopefully an update on CC&CM by the end of the week...

Twos and Blues 5/?

Chapter 5

“Ianto Jones! What do you think you’re doing?” Rhi shook her head in an attempt to dispel the images burning on her retinas.

“Making friends?” Ianto deadpanned back at his sister as his blush sky-rocketed over his face and he buried his head in Jack’s hair.

“Hmmmm, I can see that..!”

Jack carefully disengaged his hand from Ianto’s trousers and turned round, holding his hand out towards the frowning woman, “I’m Jack..!”

Rhi looked at the proffered hand, then at her brother’s open flies and tried not to think about what that hand had been doing moments before, a sudden grin splitting her face as she threw back her head and laughed with abandon.

“Oh, God, Ianto..!” she gasped breathlessly, finally planting her hands on her hips to fix the pair of them with a penetrating stare. “Next time you intend on getting down to it in your kitchen, you might want to think about at least shutting the door! Now I’m in severe need of coffee – your best ever cappuccino might just prevent me from being scarred for life! ” Her mouth twitched at the corners as she fought back a grin.

“You...” she looked at Jack, “wash those hands and I’ll happily shake them! Then you can tell me when all this happened and you should know that all I got from Mica was ‘he’s a fireman and he’s hot!’ So whatever you bribed her with...” She picked up the pile of menus from the kitchen top. “I’ll take these through...” considerately not grinning until she was out of their line of sight.

Stopping in the doorway, she glanced back to see them softly stroking each other’s faces before sharing a brief but tender kiss. They parted and Jack zipped them both up, brushing his lips once more to the Welshman’s before patting his backside playfully and nudging him in the direction of the shop. Smiling fondly, she moved away and was sat on one of the breakfast bar stools when Ianto joined her, still glowing from the passionate kissing session she’d walked in on.

“How long?” she asked as he began sorting out the coffee machine.

“Three days...”

“Things are moving quickly then...are you sure that you’re...”

“I’m not gay, Rhi...it’s not men...it’s just him...” a soppy smile curved the corners of his mouth and his crystal blue eyes danced, “...and only him...” He sighed softly, “don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t! It’s like it was always meant to be...”

“It’s exactly the same for me...oh, I’ve put your batter in the fridge...” Jack joined them from the kitchen, walking round the counter to hold out his hand to Rhi, “freshly washed and dried as ordered!” he grinned and Rhi found herself smiling back as she gazed into his clear blue grey eyes, shaking his hand firmly. Mica was right – he was bloody hot!

“Good to meet you, Jack...and thank you for putting a twinkle back in my little brother’s eye...I can’t say it isn’t a bit of a surprise, but he’s definitely happier than I’ve seen him in years...”

“I am still here! Ianto said mildly as he handed his sister a giant mug of frothy, chocolate dusted, cappuccino, ducking down behind the counter to pull out a tin of home made choc chip cookies.

“So you are!” she chuckled, “so maybe I shouldn’t say that I’ve seen far more than was on display earlier!”

Rhi!” Ianto spluttered as he turned scarlet.

“I think that makes us even in the shock stakes now!” dunking a cookie into her coffee. “So, three days...how did it start?”

“You tell it...” Ianto handed Jack a mug of his favourite hazelnut blend and made a vanilla one for himself before leaning into the older man who draped an arm around his shoulders.

“I came to do the Fire Safety Inspection on the shop, took one look and fell for him there and then! He showed me his collection...”

“...please, not his etchings!” Rhi giggled

“...you’ve got etchings? You have to show me those!” the eyebrows waggled suggestively and Rhiannon groaned. She’d walked right into that one! “...his collection of fire engines actually and we got talking about the Fire Service...I ran out on him to go to a fire but I left my number – and my coat – and he called me...”

“And..?”

“That’s it...” Ianto shot Jack a swift glance, a look that said please don’t mention joining the fire service yet!

“No it isn’t! I can read you like a book, Ianto Jones – and you’re holding out on me! Spill it!”

“We...er...I...Jack...”

“I’ve taken the weekend off work to help Yanno with his grand opening...” Jack stated as if it was all planned, not missing the delighted grin that lit up the Welshman’s face.

“@Yanno...of course! That’s where the name came from...good choice actually and the place looks really ...well, like a real coffee house now!”

“Thanks!” Ianto retorted drily, “...as opposed to a butchers or a car showroom I suppose!”

Rhi finished her coffee and hopped off the stool. “It looks good and I’m sure it’s going to be a huge success...” She rounded the counter and tugged him into a hug. “...shout if you want me to do anything, apart from the leaflet drop on the estate, and I’ll make sure Mica’s here by seven tomorrow... I’ll let myself out... Bye!” They heard the door click behind her and grinned at each other.

“Have you really taken the weekend off?” Ianto couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face at the thought of having Jack with him for two whole days.

“I have – you heard me talking to Gav, my Executive Assistant at Torchwood Engineering, this morning, I’m off till Tuesday morning, and I’ve booked off all day tomorrow and Sunday from six through till six in the evening, I’ll have to cover from then though so you might get disturbed in the night...” he raised an eyebrow as Ianto worked it out, smiling into the steamy kiss that followed the young man’s realisation that his bed would be double occupancy for the duration!

“I’ll have to go home and pick up a few things first” he gasped when they came up for air. “If I go now while you cook your Welsh cakes then maybe we could finish what we started earlier?” He moaned as Ianto pressed up hard against him, both equally aroused, bodies trembling with burning desire, as their lips met and tongues sought out each other to dance a passionate tango, thrusting and entwining until they were dizzy with want. Panting, they came up for air, foreheads resting together as pounding heartbeats slowed to normal and Ianto’s now ever present butterflies came in to land. They remained still for long moments, just relishing their closeness, until Ianto regretfully untangled himself from his Captain’s arms and picked up the empty mugs.

Moving away to the kitchen, he called back over his shoulder, “I don’t even know where you live!”

“I’ve got a house down on Marine Parade...oh, it’s not that posh!” he added quickly as Ianto’s eyebrows rose, “I was there before the marina development – it was the Doc’s and Rose’s house so it’s one of the few places I have good memories from.” He headed towards the connecting door to the flat, “may I?”

“Eh, yeah! you don’t have to ask Jack...” as the older man vanished up the stairs to reappear a minute later now wearing his coat, the sight sending Ianto’s butterflies back into excited flight, he’s so bloody hot thoughts searing through his already melted synapses...

Jack grinned at him and his brain went off into fresh raptures.

 “Can I take some of these?” Jack picked up a bundle of flyers, “I’ll get the kids next door to do a leaflet drop around the roads my end of town” he pressed a soft kiss to Ianto’s forehead, “won’t be long – unless I get bleeped of course! Still on duty today...” With a swirl of heavy wool he was gone, the faint sound of the SUV driving away drifting back through the open doorway.

Ianto slumped against the worktop and took a huge breath as he attempted to assimilate the events of the past few days. He’d gone from lonely, single, straight guy to horny couple-ness with another man, committed to become a retained firefighter, been caught practically with his trousers down by his sister and all against the backdrop of the biggest gamble of his life with the imminent opening of his coffee house... Fucking hell Jones –when you do it, you do it wholesale!

The momentary wibble of self doubt was eclipsed by the flood of images of his Captain...hishishis...the thought sending a rush of blood to his groin and a warmth that spread from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes... You’ve got it bad! he told himself, a soft smile lighting up his face as he ran a finger over his still tingling, kiss swollen lips. He wondered fleetingly what Lisa would say if she could see him now...

With these happy thoughts tumbling around his head, he retrieved his batter and shortbread dough from the fridge and set to work on his Welsh cakes, an efficient production line going strong when Jack returned a little over an hour later.

Jack had shot home, grabbed an overnight bag, clothes, toiletries and a few, more personal items, adding his laptop, phone charger and a bottle of champagne from the wine rack to the collection in the boot. He paused in his whirlwind charge to gaze at the picture of himself, Doc and Rose, stroking his fingers lightly over his parents’ smiling faces “I think I’ve found him...the one...” he whispered, his face lighting up as he recalled the image of the Welshman in his suit, the sudden tightening of his trousers confirmation of his attraction! And yes, I’ll be careful!

He popped next door to Jeanette to tell her he was staying at a friend’s for a few days and handed over the bundle of flyers with a crisp twenty pound note for Jason if he’d deliver them to as many houses as he could until they ran out. The twelve year old was saving up for an electric guitar and would often wash Jack’s car or mow the lawn to earn a bit of extra cash. Declining his neighbour’s offer of a coffee, he checked his front door was locked and climbed back into his car.

He sat behind the wheel for several minutes, thinking back over the rapid developments of the past few days – who knew that when he’d agreed to do that Fire Safety Inspection that his entire life would be turned upside down... His head replayed that first sight of the Welshman walking towards him in those jeans, his smile and then there was that tingle of electricity when they’d shaken hands...it was instant head over heels...

He started the engine and slid it into ‘drive’ They had so much to look forward to, including tonight, where he hoped they’d be under the covers sans clothing this time! He forced his mind back onto the road as his trousers tightened in response to the memory of wrapping the gorgeous young man into his arms as he immersed himself in that unique scent that was just Ianto.

Approaching the town centre he saw Rhi come out of the supermarket with an armful of bags and  struggle towards the bus stop. He pulled alongside her, “can I give you a lift, save you getting on the bus?”

Rhi pondered a moment, before smiling her thanks as Jack leapt out and piled the bags into the boot alongside his overnight bag. Rhi watched him, arching one eyebrow in a very familiar manner as she took in the obvious trappings of a stay away from home, but she said nothing until they were sat in the car and heading towards her estate.

“You’d better treat him right...” she said, going straight to the point. “You break his heart and I’ll be after you big time!” the intensity of her words leaving Jack under no illusion that she meant every word.

“I have no intention of hurting him...honestly – I know it’s only been three days but it’s like we’ve always been...will always be...I can’t explain it – it just is...

Rhi smiled at his obvious sincerity, “left here...then down to the end and turn right into the cul-de-sac. House on the left...” She stared out of the window at the run-down houses they were passing, wondering what Jack was thinking about where she lived. “It’s not too bad ‘round here, not really...most people are quite nice...no-one’s got much, but it’s not a drugs den or anything...” She shrugged, it’s us...we do okay... Ianto stayed with us when he first left Newport. Poor thing had to sleep on the sofa, but he said it was better than a bus shelter which was his other option till they sorted the mortgage out on the shop!

I don’t know what he’s told you about our childhood, but it wasn’t the most wonderful; mam died when I was sixteen, Ianto was twelve, tad threw himself into his work for a while, then hit the bottle in a big way – he never hit us, but he was out a lot so I took over the running of the house and all that. Ianto was seventeen when he died and preparing for university, I was freshly married and pregnant. Ianto went to Newport Uni along with many of his friends, including his girlfriend, Lisa. She had him wrapped around her little finger and at her beck and call like a little puppy. They graduated - he’s got a First in Business with Accounting and a Masters in Commerce and Logistics – and he got a job with a firm of Accountants. He’d always wanted to join the Fire Service, but she soon put paid to that idea so he gave up on that dream. Anyway, he’d worked in the coffee shop on the University campus during his studies and enjoyed it – it was hard work, but a social job and he was good at it.

Him and Lisa had their own place by this time but it wasn’t going well. She had a few affairs before finally telling him it was over as she was pregnant with someone else’s baby, which is due this month I think... He took some time off, came to stay with us...spent some time in the cafe talking to Ted and Eleanor about the different coffees – they only did instant! – and they asked if he wanted to buy them out so they could retire. It was just what he needed – a project to get his teeth into, so he spoke to the bank, gave in his notice and moved here five months ago and that’s us up-to-date...

We might not be the closest, we squabble and fall out – he’s incredibly stubborn sometimes – but he’s my little brother and I look out for him...” She fixed Jack with a stern gaze as he stood at her front door with her bags of shopping.

“Message received and understood, m’am!” He stood tall and gave her a salute.

“Get away with you!” she slapped his arm lightly, “thanks for the lift and Mica and I will see you tomorrow morning – preferably with your clothes on!”

“Do our best!” he quipped lightly, sliding back into the driver’s seat before pulling away. He went over what she’d told him as he drove back to the shop, bursting into the kitchen to wrap the young man tightly into his arms and kiss him hard.

Ianto melted into the embrace as his senses were overcome with that wondrous aroma that was Jack and he kissed back enthusiastically, sending his tongue to explore Jack’s mouth thoroughly until they broke apart, panting breathlessly.

“Wow, what a welcome return from my dashing Captain!” Ianto breathed against Jack’s neck as he leant against him, suddenly spinning round to grab an oven glove and dive at his latest batch of Welsh cakes.

“Phew, rescued in the nick of time!” They laughed as Ianto also showed off his freshly made cookies, lemon and cherry shortbread and the sponge bases for a giant coffee and walnut cake. These all need to cool now, so we could take a break?”

“I am yours to command!” Jack stood to attention and grinned.  

“Flat? I’ll make coffee while you bring your bag in...”

Five minutes later they were sat on the sofa sipping a New York blend that Ianto wanted to try ahead of tomorrow’s opening, this would be offered with a bagel and cream cheese or jam as one of the breakfast menus...

“Not bad...I think it’ll be good for those who’re not so keen on having a distinctive flavour – like the mocha or hazelnut or vanilla...it’s good coffee with just a hint of caramel for sweetness...”

As Ianto pondered the appeal of the coffee, Jack was concentrating on the undeniable appeal of the Welshman...his brow crinkled in thought as he bit down on that wonderfully sensual bottom lip, his head tilted to one side... Jack’s heart skipped a couple of beats as Ianto’s teeth tugged on the soft plump flesh before his tongue slipped out to run absently over the bitten area...

Jack suppressed a moan of longing as he noted that Ianto’s mug was empty now so he reached across and took it gently from his hand, scooted closer to him along the sofa to capture his lips in a soft, loving kiss, one hand sliding round the back of his neck, the other pressing in the small of his back to keep him close.

Ianto sank into the kiss, his arms snaking around Jack’s neck as he tangled one into his hair. A single swipe of Jack’s tongue opened his mouth wide to allow that inquisitive member to explore thoroughly as the Welshman slowly melted in his Captain’s arms...

Jack pulled back gently when the need for oxygen became life threatening and they panted softly, lips just millimetres apart. As their breathing slowed, Jack tugged the young man from the sofa and led him wordlessly to the bedroom, dropping to his knees to undo shoelaces and remove their trainers and socks before standing to face him as their eyes met, Jack reading fear, anticipation and wild desire in equal measure in Ianto’s gorgeous blue depths...

Trembling hands caressed faces as their mouths met with the softest of touches, barely there brushes of lips, gazes still locked together and hearts beating rapidly. Jack moved a hand slowly to tug Ianto’s t-shirt out of his jeans, nodding encouragingly for the Welshman to do the same, before fingers slid underneath the cotton fabric to run over smooth warm flesh below as they continued their gentle kisses...

Pulling back from those wonderful lips, Jack gathered the t-shirt at either side of Ianto’s waist and slid it up to his chest, pausing momentarily before tugging it over his head and dropping it to the floor. He stood still while the Welshman’s shaking hands mirrored his actions before capturing his lips, the kiss still soft, but deeper and longer than before, just the tips of their tongues making contact before retreating. It was slow and sensual and they lost themselves to the sensations of skin pressed to skin as hands continued to roam...

They kissed for long pleasurable minutes, breathing becoming faster, lips pink and swollen as tongues began to delve deeper into each other’s mouths, seeking out sensitive nooks and crannies to tease low moans of pleasure that were swallowed up...

Jack’s hands ran lightly down Ianto’s back and over the outside of his jeans to cup his buttocks and tug him in closer, the heat of Jack’s arousal digging into Ianto’s thigh and they ground their hips together, drawing simultaneous gasps from both men as they writhed against the woefully inadequate friction from their trousers. Squeezing his arse briefly, Jack’s hands moved to undo the buckle of Ianto’s belt, then the button and finally slid his zip down, brushing the hot swelling with the heel of his hand before he pushed his jeans down to pool around his ankles. Ianto’s breath hitched as he repeated the action with Jack’s trousers and they stepped out of them together, kicking them to one side to join their t-shirts.

Their eyes met, twin sets of blue darkened by desire, before Jack crushed their mouths together, the kiss wild and messy now as Jack’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the Welshman’s jersey trunks and slowly slid them down, leaving him naked and shaking, mirroring Jack’s actions to render the Captain naked too. Jack pulled Ianto closer and simply held him until his shudders began to recede, before bringing their mouths together in a searing kiss that left them both gasping...

“You okay?” Jack whispered as he urged the Welshman to lie back on the bed.

Ianto nodded, unable to speak, his eyes tightly closed.

“Look at me...” Jack’s voice was low and sensual, sending a surge of fresh heat to Ianto’s groin. I’m going to kiss you all over and I want you to concentrate on the sensations...nothing else exists but my hands, my mouth and your pleasure...

TBC

 

 


zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 4/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 4100

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Thank you for your patience while LJ was out of commission – future updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

 

Twos and Blues 4/?

Chapter 4

Jack pulled back gently from their marathon kiss so they could recharge their oxygen supply, lips barely a breath apart as they panted softly. Moving slightly he lay back so Ianto could get comfortable, the Welshman pressed in close, his head resting on Jack’s shoulder, legs entangled and one hand stroking the side of his face.

“You okay?” Jack whispered as he felt the young man’s body still trembling.

“Yep...more than okay...” he shifted closer and closed his eyes, the warmth of Jack’s body and the rhythmic beat of his heart pumping lulling him into a delicious state of drowsiness. “I never knew kisses could be so...so...intoxicating...” He felt fantastic and free, like walking on air and complete somehow, like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life. They were still fully clothed and hadn’t even attempted to address the hot arousals swelling furiously in their trousers...

Jack reached for his hand and entwined their fingers. “Kisses are only the start...there’s so much pleasure I can give you...share with you...” He squeezed their joined fingers reassuringly as he felt Ianto tense, “but not yet...tonight is about kisses and holding...” He craned his neck to press his lips tenderly to Ianto’s.

“Jack..?”

“Yanno...”

“Would you...I mean...do you think...would you...stay..?”

“Sshh, sleep now...”

“Jack...” Ianto mumbled sleepily, “Thank you...”

“No...thank you...” Jack whispered once Ianto’s breathing had slowed to quiet even breaths indicating that he was asleep, “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life...my Yanno...” Bringing their joined hands up to his lips he pressed a light kiss to Ianto’s knuckles before closing his own eyes to join the Welshman in peaceful slumber.

Ianto’s radio alarm clock announced the arrival of a new day with the delightful Kylie declaring ‘I can’t get you out of my head...” Reaching out a hand to slap the snooze button he encountered resistance in the form of a warm body pressed up against his own, an arm curled around his waist keeping him close... He blinked groggily, turning over to see Jack’s blue grey eyes just opening...

“Morning, gorgeous!” Jack leant in for a kiss. Ianto met his lips happily, grinning into the kiss as his butterflies got an early morning work out. “What?” Jack smiled as they parted softly.

“I thought it was all a dream...but you’re real and you’re actually here...in my bed...with me..!” the smile that curved the corners of his mouth set Jack’s heart pounding and the urge to capture those lips was overwhelming.

Cupping Ianto’s face with one hand as he pulled him in closer, he chuckled, “Technically, we’re on your bed...” as he claimed his mouth and Ianto melted against him, their tongues tangling deliciously as the kiss deepened.

A familiar shrill bleeping forced them apart, Jack leaping off the bed, somewhat breathless from their steamy snog, as he shoved his feet into his shoes – the only thing they’d removed the previous night – and leant down to plant a swift chaste kiss on Ianto’s lips. “Sorry...really sorry...blasted electronic haemorrhoid – bloody thing’s got no sense of timing! I’ll come back after...promise!”

Ianto flopped back on the bed as the downstairs door banged shut. A huge grin spread across his face as he thought back to the previous evening...Jack had kissed him...spent the night..! Tracing the outline of his lips with his finger – lips that still tingled from the heat of Jack’s kisses – he replayed every touch, every kiss, his body responding eagerly to the images in his head and his other hand strayed lower to press against the growing bulge in his trousers. He shuddered at the sensation before dragging his hand away and swung his feet over the side of the bed, biting his bottom lip as he caught sight of his crumpled attire in the mirror – the last time he’d slept in his clothes he’d been 20 and so drunk he’d passed out on the kitchen floor of Lisa’s best mate’s brother!

With a spring in his step he went into the bathroom where he turned the water on to warm before sliding into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He was wrapping a towel around his waist after an invigorating shower when he heard the tap on the flat door and Jack’s voice calling.

“Yanno, you there? Okay to come in..?”

Grabbing a towel for his hair, he hurried out, “Yeah, come up... That was quick!” He rubbed the towel over his wet hair as Jack came back into the room, the Captain’s eyes widening as he was greeted by the sight of a damp, almost naked Welshman. His gaze took in the soft downy hair on his chest that had his fingers itching to run through it, watching as a stray drop of water ran down his neck, trickled its way through the hair and down his stomach to soak into the towel around his waist. Jack gulped as his blood supply rushed south to gather hopefully in his trousers.

“Alarms at the rest home on Hazel Road – someone burnt the toast again – happens a lot! Owen went with six, I wasn’t needed, stop came in pretty quickly...” his voice trailed away as Ianto arched his neck to dry his throat and chest. “Fuck Yanno, have you got any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he growled, his eyes meeting the Welshman’s who read the desire burning deep within those blue grey pools. “You keep that up and I’m not sure I’ll be responsible for my actions..!”

Blushing wildly, Ianto stuttered “I...er...” the sight of Jack’s obvious arousal sending sparks of want down his own body. Throwing caution, and inhibition, to the wind, he opened his arms, staggering as Jack flung himself into them and crushed their mouths together, his hands running hungrily over the young man’s bare flesh. Ianto’s moans were lost against Jack’s lips as he was kissed into oblivion, his hands developing a will of their own to tug Jack’s shirt and t-shirt from his trousers before sliding nervous fingers underneath to trail over his warm skin below.

They moved slowly backwards until Ianto’s legs hit the sofa and they crashed down on to it as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths and passions rose. With supreme effort, Jack broke their frantic kiss, moving his hands to frame Ianto’s face. “I want you, Ianto Jones...God how I want you...but this is too soon and I want it to be right – for both of us...not just me...” He groaned, “If you knew what you do to me...and having you here, in my arms, practically naked...” He buried his face in the young man’s neck, breathing in that unique scent that was just Ianto...

“Jack...” Ianto’s voice was low, Welsh vowels sending fresh heat to the Captain’s groin. “I’m so hard...so hot...feels so incredible...never felt like this before...” he arched his back as Jack shifted slightly and their hips ground together, drawing grunts of pleasure from two sets of soft, pink, kiss swollen lips...

“I don’t want to take advantage...you’re too special...don’t want to blow it...” Jack’s voice was muffled against Ianto’s neck, drawing back as the young man began to shake, “Yanno...what’s wrong?” concern flooding his eyes, changing to confusion as he realised the young man was shuddering with suppressed laughter.

“You said blow it? You know what was on my mind right then..?” Ianto pressed their lips together softly. “You’re an amazing man Jack Harkness...and I know we need to go slow – hell, ‘till three days ago I was completely straight! So you do things to me too...things I never knew existed, you’ve given me the kiss of life, Jack...and I feel so alive...”

Cobalt blue pools gazed into blue grey depths and a smile spread over Jack’s face as he captured his Welshman’s lips to kiss him tenderly, deeper meaning mingling with passion to leave them gasping when they came up for air. Gently untangling himself from Ianto’s legs, Jack gave him a gentle push. “Go put some clothes on before I ravish you!” He smiled as the young man scrambled up, inadvertently flashing his bare arse as he grabbed at the towel to stop it falling.

Jack slumped back on the sofa and took a deep breath in an attempt to regain control of his wayward body. This man did things to him he’d not felt before...not even with John and they’d been together for five years...ancient history now...

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he dug it out, the message bringing a grin to his face. He pressed #3 on speed dial, “Morning Gav...yeah, that’s actually good news – yeah, had an eventful night...” knowing that Gavin, his executive assistant, and close friend, would assume he meant a fire, “...so as they’ve cancelled I’m gonna take the day off, make it a long weekend. I’ll see you Tuesday... oh, if you’re around tomorrow, there’s a new coffee place opening on Windsor Road, up by Windsor Place, @Yanno...if you wanna give it the once over...I’m told the owner’s a hottie!” He laughed, “yeah, thought you might! Okay, love to Stu, thanks Gav..bye...”

Hanging up, he looked up to see Ianto, now dressed in black jeans and grey Newport University t-shirt, watching him with a quizzical look on his face. “Thought I could make myself useful...if that’s okay with you? You know...sparrow rescue services...put out any fires when you burn your Welsh cakes...kiss any burnt fingers better...that kind of thing...”

“Breakfast and coffee first, then you can tell me more about the fire service – and yourself – while we work...deal?”

“Deal!” they grinned at each other. Jack looked down at his crumpled uniform. I need to go home and change, I’ve already had John commenting on the fact that I obviously didn’t go home last night...”

“John Hart? He was the one in the watch room with Doctor Owen last night? I wasn’t sure what to make of him – something about the way he looked at me...predatory...and he held on a bit longer than necessary for a handshake...”

“He was sizing you up...as competition...” Jack took a deep breath, this was coming out sooner than he’d wanted, but he needed Ianto to know.

“Competition for what?”

“Me...or, for working out if he’d have a chance at you himself...”

“He’s...”

“He’s my ex...oh, it’s ancient history now, we were together for five years back in the late nineties and it wasn’t a friendly parting...he went wild and ended up in rehab – drink, drugs, sex...you name it, he did it! But he’s over all that now...”

“Is he over you?”

“Mostly!”

“Explain...I need to know if I’m going to be facing an obsessive ex-boyfriend who’ll try and make trouble – don’t want bricks through my windows...”

“He’s fine, really. He knows that we’re never gong back to how we were, but that doesn’t stop him trying every now and again...it’s always no! And he’s a good firefighter...he knows that any more trouble and he’d be out...”

Ianto nodded and went back into his bedroom, returning with a pair of jeans and a comic con 2008 t-shirt. “These any good? Save you going home if you don’t want to...”

“Perfect...thanks!”

“Right, I’ll get breakfast on the go while you change...oh, and Jack...he’s no competition...got that?” Winking, the Welshman spun on his heel and vanished into the kitchen.

Changing rapidly, Jack joined Ianto in the kitchen, taking the coffee and plates to the dining area down the low step at the end of the room as Ianto piled the warm croissants up on the breadboard alongside the strawberry and apricot French conserve. He carried it to the table and dropped into a chair next to Jack. Planting a swift kiss on his lips, he reached for a croissant and tore it in half. “Okay, dig in...now, tell me more... “

“There’s nothing to tell,” Jack took a croissant and opened the apricot jam, “we had a wonderful two weeks of wild passion and adventure that took us five years to end!”

“I meant about the fire service!”

“Oh!” Jack looked sheepish, “okay, this morning we had AFAs – that’s automatic fire alarms, they’re wired into the main electric supply and can’t be turned off, that means if someone burns the toast then they’ll go off. It happens quite a lot, but you can’t ignore it – because the first time you do, it’ll be a real fire and any delay could be the difference between life and death... Now some properties have PDAs, pre-determined attendance, that means that there’s a minimum number of pumps, or appliances and control vehicles that will attend any call to that particular building, even if it’s a false alarm...for example, the hospital’s PDA is three plus the HP...the...”

“Hydraulic platform...I remember you pointing that one out in my cabinet the other day...”

“Good memory! Yeah, so if someone burns the toast at the hospital, they’ll get both of ours, plus one pump and the HP from the whole time at Cardiff... Most of the time we get there to find it’s a false alarm and can send the Cardiff crews back before they’ve even arrived, but one day it might be for real and with all those people inside who’ll need our help, not to mention actually tackling the fire or whatever the incident is, it’s reassuring to know that we already have extra help on the way even if we make up – call for more appliances and personnel...”

“Makes sense...and what’s ‘the stop’? You said it came in quickly this morning...”

“The stop is the message that tells control – and anyone else listening – that the incident is under control and no more pumps or personnel are needed. It doesn’t necessarily mean the fire’s out totally – on a heath fire the crews can be there for several hours after the stop, just damping down and making sure that it won’t reignite. The stop helps control to assess where all the appliances are around the county and make sure that everyone’s got cover – especially important when there’s a big shout...

We had a twenty pump one a while back and there was a pump from Caerphily in on standby while we were in the thick of the action...”

“Was that the Carpet Barn one? I saw that on the news.”

“Yeah, that was it, it was a nasty one as it wasn’t just the carpets – there’s the lino and other plastic flooring, all the packaging materials, the building itself and all those chemicals combine to give off some really shitty acrid black smoke – lethal if inhaled in any quantity – our uniforms stank for weeks afterwards! You’ve got all this to look forward to...”

Jack grinned and reached across to brush a crumb from the Welshman’s bottom lip, hitching his breath as his finger was suddenly sucked into Ianto’s mouth and held captive with his teeth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that had the Captain squirming on his chair.

“Yanno..!” he growled warningly, “it won’t take much for me to throw you over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carry you off to my lair...okay, it’d have to be your lair – but same end result!”

Ianto released the suction on Jack’s finger and it slid from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, the sound sending fresh spikes of desire through them. Standing abruptly, he picked up the plates and empty mugs and carried them back to the sink. After filling the bowl with soapy water he flung a tea towel at the other man, who caught it, chuckling. “No sparrows today then?”

“Nope, just wet dishes!”

Washing up done, they made their way down to the shop where Jack was swiftly set to work unpacking the huge box from the printers while Ianto threw himself into a mass Welsh cake production session, trying to remember all Mica’s tips to replicate the success of yesterday.

Once he was surrounded with his ingredients, Ianto was able to concentrate on Jack, watching as the Captain methodically stacked up the menus and order pads. “Tell me about Jack Harkness...” he said as Jack looked up, feeling the other man’s eyes on him.

“Hero firefighter or self-made man with own successful engineering firm?”

“Neither – tell me about the man behind the coat...the coat that I’ve still got hanging up on my bookcase, by the way!”

“Yeah, it looks good there!” Despite the grin, Jack’s eyes saddened and he looked away. “My dad was in the RAF – it’s his coat – and when he’d done his time he set up his own training school teaching flight engineering to private business and Government on private contracts. It was a novel venture and it took off, no pun intended, in a big way. Me and Gray, my little brother, never got to see him as he travelled around the country and then Europe... Mum started going with him on his business trips more and more – we were left with the nanny. She was lovely – Rose, her name was – she was fun and she would tell us stories about the stars and spaceships and we’d play at being great adventurers...

One Christmas Dad was giving an after-dinner talk to a gathering of politicians, mum went with him as it was a big hotel and...there was a fire and they died...I was eleven, Gray was six. We were put into care on Christmas Eve. Rose wanted to look after us, but they wouldn’t let her – she was unmarried and only twenty one...” He leant against the worktop, eyes gazing into the distance, remembering.

Ianto’s eyes filled with tears as he pictured the two lost children.

“She came to visit us in the Children’s home on Christmas Day, with her boyfriend, John Smith. He was a doctor and they were going to get married so they could adopt us. We were at the home for six weeks and then they moved us to Wales – miles away from everything we’d ever known, but at least we still had each other, until they split us up to put us in foster care. Gray was put with a family in Gwent and I was sent to Cardigan. They said we’d see each other every other weekend but it never happened...”

Unshed tears welled in Jack’s eyes and he blinked them away, staring fiercely at the menu in his hands without seeing it. “Gradually, the phone calls stopped too. I didn’t take that well...” he glanced up and shrugged, “I was angry, grieving and no-one bothered to explain what was going on...so I became the kid from hell – I used to get into fights at school, I bunked lessons, stayed out late, got drunk...I was a nightmare...” he grimaced, “hard to imagine isn’t it – me misbehaving!”

The look of vulnerability tore at Ianto’s heart as Jack dropped his gaze once more and resumed his intense scrutiny of the menu as Ianto abandoned his ingredients to pull it gently from his hand before wrapping him into a hug, breathing a sigh of relief as Jack sank into the embrace as he continued.

“Anyway, they were so patient with me until they told me one Sunday that Gray’s foster family had adopted him and emigrated to America. I lost it big time, smashed up my room, took my dad’s coat, my mum’s photo and legged it. In reality, I had nowhere to go so I ended up back at the house in my foster dad’s shed – he loved pottering around in his shed so I thought it would be a good idea to burn it down...” he bit back a sob and buried his face into the Welshman’s neck.

“Only...once... once it was alight it reminded me of how mum and dad died so I ran back up the garden and hammered on the door until somebody let me in – it was a neighbour as everyone as out looking for me. They called the fire brigade because it was really going well by now, and then the police to say I was safe...

The firemen came, put the blaze out and everyone went to bed. The next day the Station Commander, or Station Officer as they were called back then, came to see me. He took me down to the burnt out shed and explained how dangerous what I’d done was. He wasn’t mad, just wanted to try and understand me. He took me under his wing and started teaching me about the fire service and all sorts of other stuff – Cardigan was a retained station...and I started turning my life around. Six months later Rose and the Doc found me having finally got permission to adopt me and I moved back here. I kept in touch with station officer Newman until his death...he as a wonderful man and I try to live up to his memory...” his voice broke and he clung tighter to the other man, his tears seeping into the collar of his t-shirt.

Ianto threaded a hand gently through Jack’s hair while the other tugged him closer still as he whispered words of comfort in a mixture of English and Welsh.

Jack shuffled them sideways so he could grab a sheet of kitchen roll to wipe his eyes without loosening his hold on his armful of gorgeous Welshman. His voice muffled and a little unsteady, he continued, “Rose and the Doc were wonderful parents and encouraged me in every way – I carried on my work with the youth service that I’d started with the Cardigan Fire Service, and I took courses in engineering... that’s what gave me the confidence to start my own company when I was just twenty two...

The Doc retired from NASA and he and Rose now live in Norway so he can carry on his research into global warming. We talk on the phone and email of course, but I don’t get to see them that often... They still look for Gray whenever they go to the States, but I’ve accepted now that I’m unlikely to ever see him again – we had a private investigator looking for several years without success...I’ll never forget him...”

He pulled back and gazed at Ianto with somewhat watery eyes. “Still want to know me, now you’ve heard the mixed up, disaster story of my youth?”

“More than ever...” Ianto’s own eyes filled with tears, “you’re an inspiration Jack, and I want to know you completely...I don’t care how short a time it’s been, I want you...all of you...” his voice low and hoarse sent shivers through his Captain.

Trembling hands cupped faces as their lips met, the kiss slow and sensual at first, building in intensity until tongues were duelling hotly and frantic hands had tugged t-shirts from jeans and were wandering hungrily over warm flesh below. Jack gasped as they broke apart momentarily to draw breath, taking the opportunity to spin them round and press Ianto up against the wall as their mouths crashed together once more, the kiss wild and messy as passions rose and they lost themselves to mounting desire, hands reaching for belts, buttons and zips...

“Ianto, you in h...oh my God! Ianto!” Jack and Ianto pulled apart to blink dazedly at Rhiannon, faces flushed, hair wildly dishevelled, lips pink and kiss swollen, hands down each other’s trousers...

“Hi Rhi..!

TBC

 

 


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Title: Twos and Blues: 3/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Now lj is back I will reply to all your lovely comments this weekend...

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N 2 This is [hopefully] going to bring my LJ up to date. From here on updates will be posted to LJ and DW. chap 4 should be up later today. Chapters will be linked. Prologue here http://zazajb.livejournal.com/42896.html

 

Twos and Blues 3/?

Chapter 3

John Hart handed the file to his Watch Manager to get the Breathing Apparatus checks signed off. Owen took the file and scanned the figures. “John?”

“Hmnn?”

“This one’s a bit low...did you double check it? John?” Owen glanced out of the window to see what had grabbed John’s attention. Jack was stood behind a strange car, obviously waiting for the occupant to disembark. As they watched, the door opened and a young man climbed out.

“Who’s the eye candy?” John peered closer, taking in the stranger’s appearance – a three piece suit was not a common mode of attire at the station.

Owen shrugged “possible new probie...the Captain said he might drop in tonight...

“Oh, he’s pretty..!” there was no mistaking the leer in that tone.

“Give the kid a chance to meet everyone and settle in before you eat him alive!” Owen chuckled, John’s predatory nature was well known! “Although, you might want to steer clear altogether...looks like the Captain’s beat you to it!” noting his friend’s happy smile as the young, and undeniably handsome, young man approached their leader, his hand outstretched...

“Bugger!” John leant forward and watched the two shake hands, “hmm, possible...we’ll see...”

Owen gave him a good natured shove, “Right, now you’ve finished drooling over the new boy, can we get back to this?” He tapped the file and they resumed their discussion of the  levels...

Outside, Ianto approached Jack, his knees weak but functioning, his butterflies in mid-display but unable to hide his delight at seeing the dashing Captain in his uniform again. They both gasped at the electric tingle as they shook hands, Jack clasping his other hand over their joined ones to tug him in a little closer.

 “I’m so glad you came..!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, knowing the comment would draw a blush to the Welshman’s pale cheeks. “...and I love the suit, by the way...is there nothing you don’t look drop dead gorgeous in?”

Ianto’s blush intensified as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. There was no doubting the sincerity in those blue grey pools and he suddenly wished they weren’t in such a public place...

I’m glad I came too...” it came out as a hushed whisper, sending shivers of desire down the Captain’s spine and he held on a bit tighter to the other man’s hand.

“You ready to meet the troops? The only one who’s missing tonight is Gareth, he’s on annual leave...”

“Yep, oh, I’ve got a little something for you, hang on, I’ll just get it out of the car...”

Jack released his hand reluctantly but was treated to the wonderful view of the Welshman removing his jacket and then bending over to retrieve whatever it was from the front passenger seat. The fabric of his trousers stretched over the curve of his gorgeous backside and sent yet more fingers of flame charging to the front of his trousers and he had take a deep breath to maintain control. Any more of that and he’d have to go and deal with it in the shower room!

Ianto grinned as he turned around, several familiar paper bags and a squat stainless steel flask in his hands. He nudged the car door shut with his hip, the movement sending Jack’s entire blood supply rushing southwards... “This is for you...”

Taking the flask, their fingers brushed yet again and Jack resolved to visit the shower room at the earliest opportunity! “Coffee?”

“Yep, the hazelnut blend you like...”

“thanks...I’ll enjoy this...and Welsh cakes for the rest of them – you’re spoiling us!” Chuckling, Jack led the way into the station and their first port of call, the Watch Room.

“This is the Watch Room and probably the most important place after the appliances themselves. This is where the turnout instructions are printed out – note the antique dot pin matrix printer! The computer has replaced most paper records but we still like to keep a manual log of every shout even though it’s no longer a requirement...” he paused and glanced up to see Ianto drinking in every word.

“This room also houses the log books, manuals and other statutory requirements, station notices and training records...” Ianto nodded, gazing around with interest. “That’s the main bits in here, now for some introductions! This is Doctor Owen Harper, a snarkier, more sarcastic and grumpy pain-in-the-arse you’ll never meet, but he’s my second in command – official title ‘Watch Manager’ - and a good friend... Owen, this is Ianto Jones...”

“Great character reference there...thanks Jack!”

“Welcome...and it’s Captain ‘till 21:00 – note the stripes”

“Yeah, yeah..! Nice to meet you Ianto...” as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the grin suggesting that he wasn’t unhappy with Jack’s introduction!

The second man stood up from his chair in front of the computer and thrust out his hand “John Hart...” As they shook hands Ianto wasn’t sure what to make of this man – his grip was too tight and he held on just that little bit too long...an attempt at intimidation he wondered, noting that Hart’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Captain...some kind of history there?

He had no time to ponder that one as Jack propelled him into the appliance bay. This is our first away, one five Papa one Romeo, one five being our station number, papa being pump, one, the first away, romeo indicating it carries all the rescue equipment. Total crew capacity is six, although we can go with a minimum of four...and these two lovely ladies are Toshiko Sato, one of my Crew Managers – she’s a computer genius and is constantly on at me about my paperwork!”

The pretty Japanese woman smiled, blushing gently. “It’s Tosh, please...and welcome...I hope you decide to join us, Ianto...”

Ianto smiled back, “thank you, Tosh...the Captain’s doing a good job of persuading me so...” he turned to the second woman who gave him a wide gap-toothed grin...

“...and this is Gwen Cooper, Gwen’s the probie here at the moment, she’s been with us nine months...”

Ianto nodded, the intense look she gave Jack not lost on him. He quelled the sudden rush of...of...jealousy? Almost as if he knew what Ianto was thinking, Jack squeezed his arm briefly, “Okay so far?”

“Yep...nice to meet you, Tosh...Gwen...” Jack steered him towards the next group who were swarming over a different appliance.

“How come he gets to call him Captain already?” Gwen hissed as the two men moved away. “It was months before he invited me...”  

Tosh shrugged, “no idea...” her eyes noting the expression on the Captain’s face and the closeness as he pressed a hand in the small of the Welshman’s back. Time would tell...

The three men stopped work and stood up respectfully as they approached. “This is Rhys Williams, he’s one of my more experienced firefighters now...what is it, eight...nine years now?”

“Just under ten...and I still haven’t got him to a rugby match yet!” Rhys grinned, an open friendly grin that warmed Ianto to him instantly.

“I love rugby!” he said enthusiastically, as they shook hands.

“Then you’re definitely in!” Rhys laughed.

“Thank you, Rhys-the-rant!” Jack chuckled. “You wanna hear him when the Six Nations is on...or any form of England/Wales encounter – boy does he go on..!”

“Haha!”

Jack grinned good naturedly and introduced the other two, Harris and Andy...or should I say Pup and Spook!” They grinned as Jack explained the nicknames, “I had a little black spaniel called Harris when I was growing up...I adored that dog and he was the cutest pup you ever saw...and no, that doesn’t mean I think you’re cute – more likely it’s those dark eyes, floppy ears and wet nose that reminds me of him!”

Harris threw his head back and laughed, his teeth startlingly white against the deep brown of his skin. “Woof woof!”

Shaking his head, Jack leant against Ianto briefly, relishing the warmth of his body as he continued, “Andy thinks the station is haunted and won’t be left here on his own! Oh, and don’t get him started on the subject of aliens..!” The three resumed their work as Jack continued,

“Now this appliance is one five Papa nine. It’s a Denis Rapier Unimog –that means it’s an off-road, 4-wheel drive, all terrain vehicle and that monitor on the top can be remote controlled, it can also convert its water into foam...one day I’ll tell you about the first drill we had with the foam..let’s just say it didn’t go to plan!”

They moved out through the huge open back doors to another purpose built brick building. These two reprobates’ are Nick – he’s been in three years like Andy, and Pete, who’s done twelve years and is my other Crew Manager as well as Gwen’s Auntie

Auntie?

“All new firefighters are assigned a Crew Manager to look after them – help them through their initial weeks, their assessments and training and so on...any worries or problems, you tell your Auntie...I’ll ask Tosh to be yours when you join...”

“When? Not if?”

“No, definitely when!”

“Okay then...when!”      

“Good, glad that’s settled! Pete’s also our carnival co-ordinator – each year we have a float in the carnival and this is the guy who’ll harass you to death until you agree to be part of it! Joking aside, it’s something we always do because it’s a community thing and that’s very important to be involved in – we all live and work here so it’s one of the things that makes us a closer team than the whole-timers...but I never said that, okay!

Nodding at Nick and Pete, Jack led them back to the entrance. “That’s everyone except Gareth, as I said he’s on holiday so you’ll meet him next time. Area-wise, we cover about five square miles, including Penarth – obviously – Dinas Powys and Sully. We’ve got Llandough Hospital, several light industrial estates, the Marina and some petro-chemical sites on our patch, as well as farmers and rural areas, so it’s a bit of everything and about forty two thousand people! Obviously, you’ll learn more as we go along...”

He stepped back in through the main door and stopped in front of a strange wooden board. “This contraption is very old and still better than any new-fangled stuff on other stations. We have three watches, red, blue and green, each firefighter is assigned to a watch, each watch has a Crew Manager, then there’s Owen and myself... When the bells go and everyone comes in, they flick their name on the board and it releases a little wooden ball with a number on it in the colour of their watch...see..?”

He lifted a wooden flap to show all the numbered balls lined up ready. “That way we know precisely who’s on the appliance, Officer-in-charge and so on...it’s old fashioned, but it’s so simple and it works!”

“What happens if not everyone from each watch is available? “

“It doesn’t matter who gets on from whichever watch, as long as the pump gets out as quickly as possible, which is why you have to be able to get to the station in four minutes – being on Windsor Road you’re only going to take a couple of minutes...traffic permitting of course. If I’m at work, the Station Approach Industrial estate is about three minutes and from home is about the same... Drill nights are the only times we stick to individual watches and assigned crewing...” he grinned and nudged the Welshman with his shoulder, “Now you know what they mean when they talk about ‘dropping their balls’!”

They laughed as they moved into the kit bay. “This is obviously where your kit lives, everyone has their own peg, a locker and boot shelf. Your second kit lives in the drying room... The electronic board shows who’s booked on and when a shout comes in, it’ll display the details of the shout and the appliance required... I’ll go over booking on and off and how to do it once we’ve got you set up on the system...now all you have to do is say yes...”

Ianto grinned, “yes!

“So, drill next week and we’ll do all the formal paperwork, in the meantime, I’ll get you set up on the system – it means you’ll have to tell me all about yourself...in detail!” Jack steered Ianto back outside towards his car, the warmth of his hand on the young man’s back radiating through the silk back of his waistcoat and he was left feeling bereft when it was withdrawn.

They stood facing each other, silence falling as each realised the meeting was ending and neither wanted it to. Jack held out his hand, “Glad you came...and thanks again for the coffee – I’ll enjoy that once I’m home from this place...”

The now familiar tingle shot through them as Ianto shook his hand and it was with reluctance that they let go, the Welshman climbing into his car and reversing out. Jack watched him drive away before heading back into the station to oversee the rest of the drill session. He fielded a few questions about their potential new recruit, confirming that the young man was interested in joining them and would be coming back the following week.

After dismissing his crews at 21:00 he got stuck into his paperwork as the others gradually left, Owen and Tosh bidding him goodnight as they headed home together just after ten o’clock, left him alone. Remembering his coffee, he reached for the squat flask and poured, the aroma filling his senses and bringing a memory of another scent, one mingled with ginger and lime attached to the image of crystal blue eyes, a cute button nose and soft kissable lips... Paperwork first he told himself sternly as he sipped his coffee...

Sighing wearily, he slid the final report into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the internal mail tray ready for collection in the morning. He yawned and glanced at his watch, surprised to see it showing almost half eleven. No wonder he was tired, even with two cups of that awesome coffee.

He squirmed on the chair as he remembered the events of earlier that day...if that shout hadn’t come in..? Who knows what might have happened... It was no surprise then, that he found himself driving past...stopping outside Ianto’s shop to gaze up at his flat above. The curtains were drawn but there was a definite bright glow from within; Ianto was still up... He grabbed his phone...

Ianto was stretched out on the sofa, flicking idly through the channels, barely registering the offering from each one before moving on to the next. He had no interest in watching anything but was far too wired to sleep. The day’s events replayed over and over in his head...it had been an interesting day; rescuing a sparrow, creating a batch of perfect Welsh cakes, joining the retained fire service...oh and discovering he was gay...

He frowned, not gay, he amended, it wasn’t men, it was one man...Jack...just him...only him...and now he was so totally out of his depth... He gazed longingly at Jack’s coat, maybe he should go to bed and try to get some sleep – he could always take the coat with him like the night before... He jumped as his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out quickly – no-one ever sent him texts this late so it had to be bad news...

Are you still up Yanno? J

Relief and warmth flooded his body. He tapped a swift reply Yep J I

I’ve got your flask to return...the coffee was awesome! J

A huge grin lit up the Welshman’s face as he replied Glad you enjoyed! Return anytime or take a refill... I

Anytime? Open the door then! J

He sat up and stared at his phone. He was dreaming – of course this was a dream...Jack was coming for coffee at...he squinted at the time on the tiny screen...five to midnight... Okay, if it was a dream then it wouldn’t matter if he let him in... Door entry code for flat 001908 come on up! I He blinked at the sounds of movement downstairs and leapt to his feet, his eyes fixed on the door, heart pounding wildly as the footsteps came closer...

Jack gripped the flask tighter as he pushed the door open and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he took in the sight of the young man who’d captivated him from the moment they’d met. Ianto still had his suit trousers and waistcoat on, but he’d undone the buttons of the waistcoat and the top three buttons of his shirt, a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair visible in the tiny triangle of flesh on show. His tie hung undone, swinging with the gentle sway of his body. He looked utterly beautiful...

Jack hesitated for a split second before striding across the room to wrap the young man into his arms, the flask dropping to the floor as he reached to cup his face with one hand, brushing his thumb lightly over his cheek.

Ianto melted into the embrace, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was Jack, his knees shaking and the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy of chaotic flight.

“Yanno...my Yanno...” Jack whispered against his ear. “You’re trembling...”

Ianto let out a strangled whimper as he tightened his hold around the Captain, “I’ve never...I mean...I want to...it’s like I’m on the edge of a cliff...I’m scared Jack...

“Oh sweetheart, I won’t let you fall...” as he tipped the Welshman’s face up to brush their lips together, the lightest of touches that had Ianto shivering with delicious sensation from head to toe. His hands moved to tangle one in Jack’s hair whilst the other slid down to grab his hip and tug him closer as their mouths met again...tentatively...tiny butterfly touches, each relishing the feel of soft and sensual lips moving sweetly against their own.

Ianto’s low moan was lost as he sank into the kiss, his mouth opening as Jack’s tongue flickered lightly against his lips, sliding inside to slow dance with his own until they broke apart panting softly.

“You okay?” Jack’s breath warm against his skin.

“mmnnn..!” the only coherent sound Ianto was capable of producing, bringing a smile to the older man’s face, a smile that grew as the Welshman tugged him back in for a repeat performance, tentatively sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth where it explored with increasing confidence, mapping every contour possessively...

By the time they came up for air, Ianto was dizzy with desire, fireworks going off in his head, his lips pink and deliciously kiss swollen, his trousers straining at the seams and he wanted more...so much more...

Jack!” he gasped, every nerve ending tingling and his legs boneless, meaning he leant heavily against his Captain who hugged him closer, breathing in the scent that was Ianto... Their eyes met, passion and want raging in twin pools of blue. “Bedroom...” Ianto’s voice was thick with desire and he could barely get the word out...

Entwining their fingers, Ianto led them on shaking legs to the bedroom where they sank down onto the duvet as lips crashed together and they lost themselves in kiss after blissful kiss...

Chapter 4   http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/46457.html

  


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After 12 + frustrating '500 error message that had me muttering swear words I didn't even know I knew, I've given up for now and posted it at Dreamwidth. this is not ideal as I haven't got the pics, or the iutalics/bold and I'm just not as familiar with DW, but it does at least appease my frustration a little...will keep trying LJ posting during the day and if it ever works will then update the comms with all chapters...

Feeling the need to immerse myself in the boys now to soothe my frayed nerves...
so, here's link...  http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/2819.html
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Title: Twos and Blues: 3/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400
Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*
A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Now lj is back I will reply to all your lovely comments this weekend...
A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...
A/N 2 This one is for schnuffie as LJ’s problems robbed her of her ch2 dedication. Hope you enjoy hon! LJ has refused to post no less than 9 times now - seriously hacked off...

Twos and Blues 3/?

Chapter 3

John Hart handed the file to his Watch Manager to get the Breathing Apparatus checks signed off. Owen took the file and scanned the figures. “John?”

“Hmnn?”

“This one’s a bit low...did you double check it? John?” Owen glanced out of the window to see what had grabbed John’s attention. Jack was stood behind a strange car, obviously waiting for the occupant to disembark. As they watched, the door opened and a young man climbed out.

“Who’s the eye candy?” John peered closer, taking in the stranger’s appearance – a three piece suit was not a common mode of attire at the station.

Owen shrugged “possible new probie...the Captain said he might drop in tonight...

“Oh, he’s pretty..!” there was no mistaking the leer in that tone.

“Give the kid a chance to meet everyone and settle in before you eat him alive!” Owen chuckled, John’s predatory nature was well known! “Although, you might want to steer clear altogether...looks like the Captain’s beat you to it!” noting his friend’s happy smile as the young, and undeniably handsome, young man approached their leader, his hand outstretched...

“Bugger!” John leant forward and watched the two shake hands, “hmm, possible...we’ll see...”

Owen gave him a good natured shove, “Right, now you’ve finished drooling over the new boy, can we get back to this?” He tapped the file and they resumed their discussion of the levels...

Outside, Ianto approached Jack, his knees weak but functioning, his butterflies in mid-display but unable to hide his delight at seeing the dashing Captain in his uniform again. They both gasped at the electric tingle as they shook hands, Jack clasping his other hand over their joined ones to tug him in a little closer.

“I’m so glad you came..!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, knowing the comment would draw a blush to the Welshman’s pale cheeks. “...and I love the suit, by the way...is there nothing you don’t look drop dead gorgeous in?”

Ianto’s blush intensified as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. There was no doubting the sincerity in those blue grey pools and he suddenly wished they weren’t in such a public place...

“I’m glad I came too...” it came out as a hushed whisper, sending shivers of desire down the Captain’s spine and he held on a bit tighter to the other man’s hand.

“You ready to meet the troops? The only one who’s missing tonight is Gareth, he’s on annual leave...”

“Yep, oh, I’ve got a little something for you, hang on, I’ll just get it out of the car...”

Jack released his hand reluctantly but was treated to the wonderful view of the Welshman removing his jacket and then bending over to retrieve whatever it was from the front passenger seat. The fabric of his trousers stretched over the curve of his gorgeous backside and sent yet more fingers of flame charging to the front of his trousers and he had take a deep breath to maintain control. Any more of that and he’d have to go and deal with it in the shower room!

Ianto grinned as he turned around, several familiar paper bags and a squat stainless steel flask in his hands. He nudged the car door shut with his hip, the movement sending Jack’s entire blood supply rushing southwards... “This is for you...”

Taking the flask, their fingers brushed yet again and Jack resolved to visit the shower room at the earliest opportunity! “Coffee?”

“Yep, the hazelnut blend you like...”

“thanks...I’ll enjoy this...and Welsh cakes for the rest of them – you’re spoiling us!” Chuckling, Jack led the way into the station and their first port of call, the Watch Room.

“This is the Watch Room and probably the most important place after the appliances themselves. This is where the turnout instructions are printed out – note the antique dot pin matrix printer! The computer has replaced most paper records but we still like to keep a manual log of every shout even though it’s no longer a requirement...” he paused and glanced up to see Ianto drinking in every word.

“This room also houses the log books, manuals and other statutory requirements, station notices and training records...” Ianto nodded, gazing around with interest. “That’s the main bits in here, now for some introductions! This is Doctor Owen Harper, a snarkier, more sarcastic and grumpy pain-in-the-arse you’ll never meet, but he’s my second in command – official title ‘Watch Manager’ - and a good friend... Owen, this is Ianto Jones...”

“Great character reference there...thanks Jack!”

“Welcome...and it’s Captain ‘till 21:00 – note the stripes”

“Yeah, yeah..! Nice to meet you Ianto...” as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the grin suggesting that he wasn’t unhappy with Jack’s introduction!

The second man stood up from his chair in front of the computer and thrust out his hand “John Hart...”

As they shook hands Ianto wasn’t sure what to make of this man – his grip was too tight and he held on just that little bit too long...an attempt at intimidation he wondered, noting that Hart’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Captain...some kind of history there?

He had no time to ponder that one as Jack propelled him into the appliance bay. This is our first away, one five Papa one Romeo, one five being our station number, papa being pump, one, the first away, romeo indicating it carries all the rescue equipment. Total crew capacity is six, although we can go with a minimum of four...and these two lovely ladies are Toshiko Sato, one of my Crew Managers – she’s a computer genius and is constantly on at me about my paperwork!”

The pretty Japanese woman smiled, blushing gently. “It’s Tosh, please...and welcome...I hope you decide to join us, Ianto...”

Ianto smiled back, “thank you, Tosh...the Captain’s doing a good job of persuading me so...” he turned to the second woman who gave him a wide gap-toothed grin...

“...and this is Gwen Cooper, Gwen’s the probie here at the moment, she’s been with us nine months...”

Ianto nodded, the intense look she gave Jack not lost on him. He quelled the sudden rush of...of...jealousy? Almost as if he knew what Ianto was thinking, Jack squeezed his arm briefly, “Okay so far?”

“Yep...nice to meet you, Tosh...Gwen...” Jack steered him towards the next group who were swarming over a different appliance.

“How come he gets to call him Captain already?” Gwen hissed as the two men moved away. “It was months before he invited me...”

Tosh shrugged, “no idea...” her eyes noting the expression on the Captain’s face and the closeness as he pressed a hand in the small of the Welshman’s back. Time would tell...

The three men stopped work and stood up respectfully as they approached. “This is Rhys Williams, he’s one of my more experienced firefighters now...what is it, eight...nine years now?”

“Just under ten...and I still haven’t got him to a rugby match yet!” Rhys grinned, an open friendly grin that warmed Ianto to him instantly.

“I love rugby!” he said enthusiastically, as they shook hands.

“Then you’re definitely in!” Rhys laughed.

“Thank you, Rhys-the-rant!” Jack chuckled. “You wanna hear him when the Six Nations is on...or any form of England/Wales encounter – boy does he go on..!”

“Haha!”

Jack grinned good naturedly and introduced the other two, Harris and Andy...or should I say Pup and Spook!” They grinned as Jack explained the nicknames, “I had a little black spaniel called Harris when I was growing up...I adored that dog and he was the cutest pup you ever saw...and no, that doesn’t mean I think you’re cute – more likely it’s those dark eyes, floppy ears and wet nose that reminds me of him!”

Harris threw his head back and laughed, his teeth startlingly white against the deep brown of his skin. “Woof woof!”

Shaking his head, Jack leant against Ianto briefly, relishing the warmth of his body as he continued, “Andy thinks the station is haunted and won’t be left here on his own! Oh, and don’t get him started on the subject of aliens..!”

The three resumed their work as Jack continued,“now this appliance is one five Papa nine. It’s a Denis Rapier Unimog –that means it’s an off-road, 4-wheel drive, all terrain vehicle and that monitor on the top can be remote controlled, it can also convert its water into foam...one day I’ll tell you about the first drill we had with the foam..let’s just say it didn’t go to plan!”

They moved out through the huge open back doors to another purpose built brick building. These two reprobates’ are Nick – he’s been in three years like Andy, and Pete, who’s done twelve years and is my other Crew Manager as well as Gwen’s Auntie”

“Auntie?”

“All new firefighters are assigned a Crew Manager to look after them – help them through their initial weeks, their assessments and training and so on...any worries or problems, you tell your Auntie...I’ll ask Tosh to be yours when you join...”

“When? Not if?”

“No, definitely when!”

“Okay then...when!”

“Good, glad that’s settled! Pete’s also our carnival co-ordinator – each year we have a float in the carnival and this is the guy who’ll harass you to death until you agree to be part of it! Joking aside, it’s something we always do because it’s a community thing and that’s very important to be involved in – we all live and work here so it’s one of the things that makes us a closer team than the whole-timers...but I never said that, okay!”

Nodding at Nick and Pete, Jack led them back to the entrance. “That’s everyone except Gareth, as I said he’s on holiday so you’ll meet him next time. Area-wise, we cover about five square miles, including Penarth – obviously – Dinas Powys and Sully. We’ve got Llandough Hospital, several light industrial estates, the Marina and some petro-chemical sites on our patch, as well as farmers and rural areas, so it’s a bit of everything and about forty two thousand people! Obviously, you’ll learn more as we go along...”

He stepped back in through the main door and stopped in front of a strange wooden board. “This contraption is very old and still better than any new-fangled stuff on other stations. We have three watches, red, blue and green, each firefighter is assigned to a watch, each watch has a Crew Manager, then there’s Owen and myself... When the bells go and everyone comes in, they flick their name on the board and it releases a little wooden ball with a number on it in the colour of their watch...see..?”

He lifted a wooden flap to show all the numbered balls lined up ready. “That way we know precisely who’s on the appliance, Officer-in-charge and so on...it’s old fashioned, but it’s so simple and it works!”

“What happens if not everyone from each watch is available? “

“It doesn’t matter who gets on from whichever watch, as long as the pump gets out as quickly as possible, which is why you have to be able to get to the station in four minutes – being on Windsor Road you’re only going to take a couple of minutes...traffic permitting of course. If I’m at work, the Station Approach Industrial estate is about three minutes and from home is about the same... Drill nights are the only times we stick to individual watches and assigned crewing...” he grinned and nudged the Welshman with his shoulder, “Now you know what they mean when they talk about ‘dropping their balls’!”

They laughed as they moved into the kit bay. “This is obviously where your kit lives, everyone has their own peg, a locker and boot shelf. Your second kit lives in the drying room... The electronic board shows who’s booked on and when a shout comes in, it’ll display the details of the shout and the appliance required... I’ll go over booking on and off and how to do it once we’ve got you set up on the system...now all you have to do is say yes...”

Ianto grinned, “yes!”

“So, drill next week and we’ll do all the formal paperwork, in the meantime, I’ll get you set up on the system – it means you’ll have to tell me all about yourself...in detail!” Jack steered Ianto back outside towards his car, the warmth of his hand on the young man’s back radiating through the silk back of his waistcoat and he was left feeling bereft when it was withdrawn.

They stood facing each other, silence falling as each realised the meeting was ending and neither wanted it to. Jack held out his hand, “Glad you came...and thanks again for the coffee – I’ll enjoy that once I’m home from this place...”

The now familiar tingle shot through them as Ianto shook his hand and it was with reluctance that they let go, the Welshman climbing into his car and reversing out. Jack watched him drive away before heading back into the station to oversee the rest of the drill session. He fielded a few questions about their potential new recruit, confirming that the young man was interested in joining them and would be coming back the following week.

After dismissing his crews at 21:00 he got stuck into his paperwork as the others gradually left, Owen and Tosh bidding him goodnight as they headed home together just after ten o’clock, left him alone. Remembering his coffee, he reached for the squat flask and poured, the aroma filling his senses and bringing a memory of another scent, one mingled with ginger and lime attached to the image of crystal blue eyes, a cute button nose and soft kissable lips... Paperwork first he told himself sternly as he sipped his coffee...

Sighing wearily, he slid the final report into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the internal mail tray ready for collection in the morning. He yawned and glanced at his watch, surprised to see it showing almost half eleven. No wonder he was tired, even with two cups of that awesome coffee.

He squirmed on the chair as he remembered the events of earlier that day...if that shout hadn’t come in..? Who knows what might have happened... It was no surprise then, that he found himself driving past...stopping outside Ianto’s shop to gaze up at his flat above. The curtains were drawn but there was a definite bright glow from within; Ianto was still up... He grabbed his phone...

Ianto was stretched out on the sofa, flicking idly through the channels, barely registering the offering from each one before moving on to the next. He had no interest in watching anything but was far too wired to sleep. The day’s events replayed over and over in his head...it had been an interesting day; rescuing a sparrow, creating a batch of perfect Welsh cakes, joining the retained fire service...oh and discovering he was gay...

He frowned, not gay, he amended, it wasn’t men, it was one man...Jack...just him...only him...and now he was so totally out of his depth... He gazed longingly at Jack’s coat, maybe he should go to bed and try to get some sleep – he could always take the coat with him like the night before... He jumped as his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out quickly – no-one ever sent him texts this late so it had to be bad news...

Are you still up Yanno? J

Relief and warmth flooded his body. He tapped a swift reply Yep  I

I’ve got your flask to return...the coffee was awesome! J

A huge grin lit up the Welshman’s face as he replied Glad you enjoyed! Return anytime or take a refill... I

Anytime? Open the door then! J

He sat up and stared at his phone. He was dreaming – of course this was a dream...Jack was coming for coffee at...he squinted at the time on the tiny screen...five to midnight... Okay, if it was a dream then it wouldn’t matter if he let him in... Door entry code for flat 001908 come on up! I He blinked at the sounds of movement downstairs and leapt to his feet, his eyes fixed on the door, heart pounding wildly as the footsteps came closer...

Jack gripped the flask tighter as he pushed the door open and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he took in the sight of the young man who’d captivated him from the moment they’d met. Ianto still had his suit trousers and waistcoat on, but he’d undone the buttons of the waistcoat and the top three buttons of his shirt, a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair visible in the tiny triangle of flesh on show. His tie hung undone, swinging with the gentle sway of his body. He looked utterly beautiful...

Jack hesitated for a split second before striding across the room to wrap the young man into his arms, the flask dropping to the floor as he reached to cup his face with one hand, brushing his thumb lightly over his cheek.
Ianto melted into the embrace, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was Jack, his knees shaking and the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy of chaotic flight.

“Yanno...my Yanno...” Jack whispered against his ear. “You’re trembling...”

Ianto let out a strangled whimper as he tightened his hold around the Captain, “I’ve never...I mean...I want to...it’s like I’m on the edge of a cliff...I’m scared Jack...”

“Oh sweetheart, I won’t let you fall...” as he tipped the Welshman’s face up to brush their lips together, the lightest of touches that had Ianto shivering with delicious sensation from head to toe. His hands moved to tangle one in Jack’s hair whilst the other slid down to grab his hip and tug him closer as their mouths met again...tentatively...tiny butterfly touches, each relishing the feel of soft and sensual lips moving sweetly against their own.

Ianto’s low moan was lost as he sank into the kiss, his mouth opening as Jack’s tongue flickered lightly against his lips, sliding inside to slow dance with his own until they broke apart panting softly.

“You okay?” Jack’s breath warm against his skin.

“mmnnn..!” the only coherent sound Ianto was capable of producing, bringing a smile to the older man’s face, a smile that grew as the Welshman tugged him back in for a repeat performance, tentatively sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth where it explored with increasing confidence, mapping every contour possessively...

By the time they came up for air, Ianto was dizzy with desire, fireworks going off in his head, his lips pink and deliciously kiss swollen, his trousers straining at the seams and he wanted more...so much more...

“Jack!” he gasped, every nerve ending tingling and his legs boneless, meaning he leant heavily against his Captain who hugged him closer, breathing in the scent that was Ianto...

Their eyes met, passion and want raging in twin pools of blue. “Bedroom...” Ianto’s voice was thick with desire and he could barely get the word out...

Entwining their fingers, Ianto led them on shaking legs to the bedroom where they sank down onto the duvet as lips crashed together and they lost themselves in kiss after blissful kiss...

Chapter 4 http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/46457.html
zazajb: (Twos and blues)


Tttle: Twos and Blues: 2/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 2550

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography!

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N2 I was going to post this on Friday but as [livejournal.com profile] schnuffie  asked so nicely...love those little smileys! Oh, more tomorrow night if I can finish it! Ok, scratch that as LJ was not able to co-operate... This now and ch 3 when I’m back from Harry Potter!

Twos and Blues 2/?

Chapter 2

How long he’d been sat on the floor Ianto didn’t know, only that his bum had long since gone numb and turning his phone over and over absently in his hand didn’t make it ring or magically conjure up a text message... He’d listened for sirens...two tones Jack said they were called, but heard nothing. He frowned, he still didn’t even know where the fire station was...

Precisely seven minutes later he was upstairs, laptop loading and a mug of coffee on the table beside him with Jack’s coat around his shoulders... It was girly, bordering on the obsessive but he didn’t care...it bought the man closer, surrounding him with Jack’s intoxicating scent as he typed Penarth fire station into Google...

He read swiftly and was soon immersed in the history of South Wales Fire and Rescue Service, drinking in the information hungrily as he clicked on link after link. Mica shouting up the stairs made him jump and he realised he’d lost over an hour and a half whist he’d been engrossed. He grinned to himself as he hung Jack’s coat back on the hanger and buried his face in the heavy wood for a few seconds before going downstairs to join his niece.

“Hi boss-man! Where’s your hunky fireman today then? Mum said the sign men came today...are we cooking?” she fired off in rapid succession before he’d even had a chance to open his mouth.

“Firstly, his name is Jack, and he’s not my hunky fireman...although he is hunky, I’ll give you that one! He was here a bit earlier but had to go on a shout...a fire call” he amended as Mica looked puzzled, “he was going to have some lunch but...” he paused realising he was explaining in way too much detail and changed the subject abruptly. “Come and see what the sign writers have done...it’s brilliant!” He led the way from the kitchen into the main shop space, enjoying the delight on her face as she took in the changes.

“I love the name unca...loveitloveitloveit and it looks like a proper shop now – a real coffee shop!”

“Thanks!” Ianto rolled his eyes at the brutal honesty of modern youth. “It’s really coming together now, the computers come tomorrow and then it’s all stations go for Saturday’s grand opening...” He grinned, “Right, you up for a batch of Welsh cakes? I still can’t get them quite right...”

“You burnt them again didn’t you?” Mica shook her head, “Jack won’t want burnt cakes so you’re gonna have to get it right! Come on, I’ll get the stuff out but you’re doing the work!” She strode purposefully back into the kitchen.

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” Ianto smiled to himself as he followed her, Mica was so like her mum! He pondered her comment about Jack, deciding to ignore it for the moment as technically there was nothing to comment on, although if that wretched bleeper hadn’t gone off...he caught his breath as he replayed the events from earlier and his body showed instant signs of interest... Quashing the steamy thoughts that were flowing eagerly through his brain and congregating in his groin, he tied his apron on and began mixing the batter under Mica’s watchful eye.

Whatever it was she’d made him do, it worked because they came out perfectly and they were just about to toast their success with a coffee for Ianto and a frothy hot chocolate for Mica when a soft tapping at the front door grabbed their attention. Ianto’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the huge grin light up Jack’s face as he hurried to unlock it.

“Can’t stop, but wanted to say sorry for running out on you earlier...” Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I couldn’t even text you as I’ve left my phone at the fire station and didn’t realise ‘till I got back to work, then went straight into another meeting ...” he paused, still holding on to the Welshman’s hand. “So, it’s drill night at the station tonight and I wondered if you’d like to come and look around, meet the crew...a chance to ask all those questions and see if you think you’d like to join us...I’d very much like you to join...”

“What time?” Ianto’s voice came out as a hushed whisper, distracted by the gentle stroking of his hand by Jack’s thumb. He leant closer and ran his tongue over his lips as the now familiar and glorious scent flooded his senses.

“Drill starts at 18:30 till 21:00, it’s the half yearly equipment checks tonight so how about just after eight? We’ll have finished most of them by then and you can meet everyone...hi Mica!” he added as she bounced up to join them.

“Unca thinks you’re hunky!” she said, giggling as Jack pressed a kiss to her cheek and Ianto flushed scarlet, tugging at his hand as Jack held it tighter to stop him pulling away.

“Mica!” he spluttered as Jack chuckled throatily and the sound sent his blood supply southwards.

“Well you do!” she grinned at the Captain, “do you want to try the latest batch of Welsh cakes? He didn’t burn them this time and they’re actually pretty good!”

“Can I have them to go? I’m running late...” He smiled as she nodded and skipped away. As soon as she was out of earshot he leant forward to whisper in the Welshman’s ear “I love it when you blush, Yanno...you’re so gorgeous..!” deepening the hue on Ianto’s cheeks still further as the warmth of Jack’s breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine and his trousers protested at the assault on their stitching...

Jack squeezed Ianto’s hand and released it as Mica rejoined them with a bulging paper bag. “Love the signage – great choice of name by the way...” he winked at Mica, taking the bag from her. “Thanks, I’ll enjoy these...so see you again soon...?” he looked pointedly at the young man who nodded minutely and smiled, the sight of those delicious lips reminding Jack just how close he’d come to tasting them earlier and he suppressed a low moan at the pulsing hot response below his waistline. “Right, gotta go...” he gave them a salute and turned to leave.

“What about your coat?” Ianto called after him.

“You keep it for me...that way I’ll have to come back!” he waved as he jumped into the SUV and sped away, leaving Ianto grinnng and Mica giggling.

“I like him!” she nudged Ianto, “...and you do too...don’t you?”

“I...er... Let’s get you home young lady, I’ve got something to show your mum...”

Mica fixed him with an intense stare that made Ianto feel like he was six years old again and explaining to Rhi, four years his senior, how he’d managed to break her favourite doll, “...and don’t think that changing the subject lets you off the hook! I know you like him, it’s obvious he likes you...” she shook her head, “...men! No, worse – grown ups!”

“I...um...” Ianto floundered, nodding mutely and then blushing as she continued mercilessly

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to say anything to mum? Your secret is safe with me...but I want to know what it’s like when you kiss him, k..!” She giggled and picked his keys up from the worktop, tossing them at him as he gaped at her.

Mica skipped out the back door and was waiting by the car, texting furiously on her phone by the time Ianto’d locked up and regained control of his faculties. He was quite pleased that she was distracted as he reversed the Audi out on to the road and headed for Mica’s home. As they turned into her street she finished her latest text and shoved the phone back into her bag.

“Unca Yanno, would it be okay if I didn’t come tomorrow after school? Lauren’s mums are going out and they’ve said she can have a sleepover... I’ll still be at the shop for seven on Saturday...”

Ianto smiled fondly at her “...of course it’s okay! You have a good time... He turned the engine off and slid out, going to the boot to haul out a large bag as Mica ran to open the front door.

Rhi looked at him quizzically as he put the bag down to give her a hug. “Is that what you told me about earlier?”

“Yep, I’ll just go put it on, and get the imp to put hers on too – she hasn’t seen it yet...Mica...staff meeting in the bathroom!” he shouted at her retreating back as she vanished up the stairs.

“I’ll make some tea...” Rhi chuckled as Ianto thudded up the stairs.

Five minutes later her brother and daughter sauntered back into the living room. Mica had her black school trousers on, a burgundy polo shirt with @Yanno embroidered on in gold, a cream apron with burgundy embroidery and her hair tied back with burgundy and cream ribbon. She twirled happily for her mother.

Ianto grinned as Rhi applauded.

“You like?” Ianto turned slowly, his charcoal grey three piece suit clinging to his body in all the right places, burgundy shirt and striped burgundy and gold tie completing the ensemble. He slipped the jacket off, “I won’t wear this but I do rather like it!”

As he turned back to the front, Rhi noticed the same gold embroidered logo on the waistcoat. “C’m here...” she choked as she hauled them in for a tight hug, “you both look fantastic and I’m so proud of you!” They wriggled free as she dried her eyes.

“See ya, unca!” Mica grabbed her mug and danced out of the room, heading back up the stairs, adding “got homework to do before dinner!” before her mother could ask.

“She’s a lively one, she is – knows it all already!” Rhi sank into her armchair.

“She’s been great company since I’ve been back and she’s worked so hard at the shop, oh, I made these today...” he handed over a bag of Welsh cakes, grinning as Rhi inspected them, tore one in half and took a tentative bite.

“Mmnn, nice...very nice! I think you’ve finally got it! Mam’d be proud...” A brief silence fell as they remembered their mum.

Ianto finished his tea and stood up. “Okay, gotta go sis, still lots of things to do...”

“Stay and have some dinner at least? I’ve not seen you all week...”

Shaking his head, Ianto picked up his suit jacket and the bag with his jeans and rugby shirt in, “Sorry, I really do have masses to do”...and a Fire Station to visit... he added in his head. “Say hi to Johnny and David for me...” he tugged Rhi in for a quick hug, shouted “bye Mica!” up the stairs, knowing she wouldn’t hear him as she’d have her music blaring in her ears, but old habits ...

“See you Saturday..?” he asked as he headed out to his car.

“I wouldn’t miss it...oh, and I love the new name...”

“Yeah, me too...Jack’s idea...” as he slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key.

“Jack? Who’s Jack?”

Ianto waved out of the window as he pulled away, “bye..!”

“Who’s Jack?” she repeated as he vanished into the distance.

In his car, Ianto was cursing his big mouth, shit, why’d he have to mention Jack? He knew Rhi wouldn’t rest until she’d found out who he was and why he’d had a say in the naming of the shop, which was why he’d pretended not to hear her as he drove away. His phone buzzed in his pocked and he grimaced, two minutes down the road and she was already on his case! It buzzed a second time and he turned the music up, blanking his mind to that particular problem as his thoughts drifted to a pair of sparkling blue grey eyes and a dazzling grin, a happy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he pondered his visit to the Fire Station...

Back at the shop, he gazed around the room, it really did look like a proper shop now! He grinned and bounded up the stairs to his flat, rejected everything in the freezer for dinner, settling on a bowl of cornflakes and some toast instead – hopefully that’d keep those butterflies under control.... He glanced at his watch as he dried his few dishes, just gone seven. He had time to change and...oh what the hell! I’ll keep this on... Instead, he went back downstairs, bagged up the rest of the Welshcakes and the shortbread, then made a small flask of hazelnut coffee. He put them by the back door with his keys and had just a few minutes calming his nerves as he pressed his face into the rough fabric of that wonderful coat...

Taking a deep breath, he walked purposefully down the stairs, gathered up his wares and headed to his car. The butterflies started the minute he turned into the Fire Station and parked next to the SUV. To buy himself some time, he pulled out his phone, expecting to see two texts from his sister. A huge grin spread over his face as he opened the first one Hope you’re coming tonight! J

“Yup!” he said aloud as he opened the next one, a blush flooding his face as he read the second ...in more ways than one? Can’t wait to see you! J His mouth dropped open as the heat spread from his face to gather hopefully in his trousers and he almost dropped the phone when it buzzed in his hand...

You planning on getting out of that car or do I have to come and get you? I’ve got the tools for it! J

Ianto looked in his rear view mirror to see Jack stood behind his car, a delighted grin on his face as he clutched his phone. Opening the door he slid out of the driver’s seat and stood up as the butterflies began their full scale Red Arrows routine. He turned to face the Captain, willing his legs not to buckle as he walked towards him...

“Hi, Jack...”


Chapter 3 on LJ  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43878.html

and on DW http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/2819.html?view=515&posted=1#cmt515

 

 


zazajb: (Twos and blues)

Title: Twos and Blues: 1/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Gavin/Stu
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography!

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...



Twos and Blues 1/?

Chapter 1

The alarm blared out, dragging Ianto from a most enjoyable erotic dream - if his bodily state was anything to go by - as he stuck out an arm to hit the snooze button without opening his eyes. The dream slipped away from his brain’s desperate attempt to recall it like wisps of smoke dissipating on the breeze and he sighed, reluctantly forcing his eyes open to come face to face with the heavy wool coat he’d somehow managed to cuddle into during the night.

Blushing profusely despite the fact he was alone, he untangled himself from the fabric, that same intoxicating scent sending his senses soaring and causing hot pulses of desire to pool in his pyjamas. Suddenly he was overcome with confusion and thrust the coat aside, striding to the bathroom where he gave himself a firm hand, a cold shower and a stern talking to...you’re straight...he’s a man...a bloke you only met yesterday...you don’t even know him...

As a strategy it failed miserably as images of those twinkling blue grey eyes, that shock of silky dark hair and knee-melting perfect grin played repeatedly on slow motion through his head proving once again that there was something about this man that drew one Ianto Jones to him like a moth to a flame... Ianto gave up, increased the temperature of the water and allowed himself to wallow in pleasurable release before stepping out, drying and dressing in his battered old jeans and favourite Welsh rugby shirt.

Padding back, barefoot, to his bedroom his gaze was drawn to Jack’s coat, still entwined with his bedclothes. He stared at it, fighting an inexplicable urge to leap back into bed and roll around with it wrapped around him...it was like a living thing, drawing him in... He moved a step closer...

The pulsing beat of Lady Gaga and ‘Born this way’ [Mica’s choice of ringtone for him!] vibrating in his pocket saved him and he jumped, dragging his phone from his jeans, his heart skipping a few beats as Jack’s name flashed up on the caller ID.

“Jack...” he breathed hoarsely

“Hey Yanno, thanks for your message last night... Sorry I didn’t get back to you, but we were out on that shout ‘till just gone midnight! Way it goes sometimes...” Jack caught his breath at the other end of the phone as Ianto’s soft Welsh vowels caressed his ear and sent a surge of heat to his groin. He paused momentarily before leaping in, “I was wondering if I could call in to pick up my coat on my way to work...Torchwood Engineering work, rather than Fire Service...only...” his voice trailed off, suddenly uncertain – maybe this was too much, too quickly? Hell, he didn’t even know if Ianto was interested in him...Mica had said he’d been dumped by ‘Lisa’ and that was definitely female...

“Only..? Jack...you still there?” Ianto’s voice sounded uncertain, anxious even, dragging Jack back to the immediate present.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s just that it’s early and I wouldn’t want to put you out...maybe I should leave it ‘till lunchtime..?” he added hastily.

“No, anytime’s fine, honestly...I’m up and showered...” sudden images of a wet and very naked Jack pressed up against him in the tiny cubicle had Ianto spluttering as his face turned scarlet and he dropped the phone.

“Ianto? You okay?” Jack gasped throatily as the delectable vision of the young Welshman wet from his shower, towel around his waist, rubbing his hair dry as stray droplets rolled down his bare chest – smooth or hairy he wondered – exploded in his brain and throbbed uncomfortably in his trousers.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine, just dropped the phone...er...”

“Yanno...”

“I was just wondering...um...”

“Maybe I could...” they each spoke hesitatingly, both at the same time, drowning the other out.

“Sorry..? You go first...” Ianto bit his lip anxiously, the desire to see Jack again overwhelming.

“No, you...sorry...” Jack held his breath hopefully.

“You could...if you wanted...if you weren’t in a...I mean...you could stop for that coffee you had to leave yesterday...” he blurted out.

“Yes...yes please...I’d really like that...”

“Really?” the relief was evident in the delicious tones on the other end of the line.

Jack grinned triumphantly at his reflection in the mirror as he spiked his hair just a little, “Yes, Yanno...I’d really like that...see you in ten?”

Ianto scrabbled in his bedside drawer and pulled out his tad’s treasured old stopwatch. Clicking the button on the top he chuckled, “that’s ten minutes and counting..!” He hung up and stared at the phone for several moments before his eyes widened at the realisation that Jack would be on his way and he dragged the coat from his bed, hanging it carefully back on the hanger before brushing it quickly with a clothes brush.

Leaving it hung on the bookcase as before, he hurriedly made his bed and headed down to the shop.  Once downstairs he rummaged in the huge freezer and pulled out a couple of unbaked croissants and pain au chocolat along with a handful of cinnamon twists and slid them into the small oven before preparing the beans for the hazelnut roast. He checked the stopwatch – two minutes to go...the butterflies in his stomach swooped and dived and he closed his eyes pull yourself together Jones! Taking a deep breath in, he raked his hands roughly through his still damp hair, jumping as a gentle tapping on the shop door announced Jack’s arrival...

On his way through the shop he flicked the switch on the radio on the counter top, the wonderfully soothing sound of Ella Fitzgerald softening the silence. Wiping his damp palms on his jeans he headed to the door.

“Jack..!” he beamed, unable to keep the delighted grin off his face as he stepped back to allow the older man entry. His eyes roved over Jack’s appearance. “Love the 40’s look – it suits you!” as he took in the dark blue trousers, pale blue shirt and braces over a white t-shirt, “now I can see why you love that coat...it’s the perfect finishing touch...” he stopped abruptly, turning on his heel and leading them back to the counter so Jack wouldn’t see the colour that rose over his cheeks.

Jack grinned to himself as he closed the door behind him and fixed his eyes on the tantalising rear view of Ianto’s denim clad backside. The Welshman looked edible in that red rugby shirt, his hair still damp and tousled and for some inexplicable reason he found the sight of him padding around in bare feet a real turn on... He paused and adjusted his trousers, stifling a moan as his hand brushed the hot swelling. Controlling his breathing with difficulty, he joined Ianto at the counter and watched as those slim hands and dextrous fingers operated the complicated looking machine with elegance and efficiency until the delicious aroma of coffee filled the air.

Once the coffee was poured into the now familiar blue and white striped mugs, Ianto nodded towards the booth they’d sat in the previous day. “If you take these over, I’ll get the pastries...”

“You’re spoiling me!” Jack twinkled at the young man, causing those darned butterflies to whip into full spin mode and he hurried out to the kitchen, biting hard on his bottom lip in an effort to control his errant stomach... He piled the croissants, pain au chocolat and cinnamon twists on to a serving plate, grabbed a couple of smaller plates from the cupboard and a handful of napkins and joined Jack at the table, sliding in beside him and scooting close enough to get a delicious waft of that wonderful aroma that was Jack.

Jack lifted his mug, “cheers!”

Ianto grinned back and responded likewise, clunking their drinks together, “to the first ‘breakfast special; at Ianto’s...

“Is that what you’re calling it?”

”Yeah, thought I’d keep it simple...what d’you think?” he fixed his cobalt blue eyes on the blue grey depths of the older man, watching as they crinkled in thought.

“It is straightforward and simple, and obviously it’s your name, but have you considered something a bit more...”

“...zany?”

“Yeah, but not just that, something that’s totally you and only you?”

“What d’you have in mind? I’m always open to suggestion...”

Jack leant closer and waggled his eyebrows, close enough to smell the fresh fragrance of ginger and lime shampoo that mingled with the rich aroma of the coffee to create an enticing scent that Jack labelled Ianto and stored away safely in his memory “I’ll remember that, Ianto...” he chuckled throatily as the young man’s cheeks coloured and leant closer still, his lips just millimetres from the Welshman’s ear as his hot breath teased the sensitive skin, “you know you’re so adorable when you blush...”

Ianto let out a shaky breath as wild desire coursed through his body and his entire blood supply fled to the front of his jeans, causing him to squirm in his seat. “I...er...” he buried his face in his hands, muffled curses floating from between his fingers, some in English, others in obvious Welsh that had the most exhilarating effect on Jack’s already tight trousers.

Taking pity on the gorgeous young man, and in an attempt to lessen the pressure in his own underpants, he took a slow deep breath, continuing in a conversational tone, “I was thinking of something like ‘at Yanno’s’...with the ‘at’ one of those squiqqles like in an email address...it’s so you and gives the traditional ‘name’ a modern twist...rather like you’ve done with this place itself...”

Ianto looked up, faint traces of pink still visible on his pale face. “You think that’d work?” a gentle smile curving the corners of his mouth, the action reminding Jack just how much he wanted to crush his own mouth to those soft and sensual lips.

Jack nodded, I thought about it most of last night...well, about you generally...” he amended ruefully.

Ianto grinned, “I was thinking about you too... @Yanno’s or without the ‘s’?”

“Without...then you could set up a website and email...you could have your webpage as the wallpaper on your computers in that corner...Mica said you were going to offer free wi-fi and a couple of desktops for customers to use...” he explained in response to the questioning raised eyebrow.

“I like it...” Ianto stood up, both instantly missing the warmth where their thighs had been pressed together. “The sign writers are here today and I said I’d give the printers the final design once I’d discussed it with them. It’s not much, just a few menus, some business cards and flyers, they said it’d be a simple overnight job...” He picked up Jack’s mug and the empty plates, “another coffee?”

Jack glanced at his watch and sighed regretfully. “Much as I’d love to, I have a meeting with clients in  an hour and I need to make sure I’m set up ready...” he paused, “I could come back at lunch time...if you hang on to my coat for me, I’ll collect it then..?”

Ianto nodded, trying not to grin inanely. I’ll keep the front door locked so you could just come in from the back...”

“I bet you say that to all the boys” Jack quipped instantly as the Welshman turned scarlet once again and tore his eyes away from the other man’s.

“Sorry..! I couldn’t resist!” Jack slid from the booth and reached a hand out to brush a thumb lightly over the young man’s pink cheeks, the touch sending shivers of desire down his spine. “Thank you for breakfast and I’ll see you later...about 13:30 okay?”

“You’re welcome...and yeah, I’ll be here...” He watched as Jack strode to the shop door and let himself out, turning to lift a hand in farewell before it closed behind him and he jumped into his SUV and was gone.

Ianto staggered back to the booth and collapsed into it, his breath coming in great heaving gasps as he took in the reality of his unmistakable attraction for this man...Jack... He dropped his head on his hands and carefully replayed every word and action before his confused brain screamed at him to stop. He checked his watch, it was just coming up to eight o’clock so he had an hour at least before the sign writers were due. Leaving the plates and mugs in the dishwasher, he padded back up the stairs and changed into his running gear, tucked his earphones into his ears and turned the music up before setting off at a punishing pace as he worked methodically through his jumbled and conflicting emotions, finally concluding after a four mile circuit that it wasn’t men it was just Jack...only Jack and he’d just see what happened...

After a cool shower he redressed in his jeans and rugby shirt, adding socks and his battered old trainers before returning to the shop to sketch out his new logo, smiling fondly as he recalled the sparkle in Jack’s eyes as he’d suggested the new name for the shop... @Yanno burgundy lettering with gold shadowing in a simple flowing script...thanks Jack...

He made himself a coffee and was just taking his first sip when the two sign writers arrived. Three mugs of mocha blend and half a dozen of yesterdays Welsh cakes later, not to mention the rather large bill, and @Yanno was emblazoned on the windows, the door and the counter plus a much smaller continuously repeated line around the wall just above head height when patrons were seated. It looked brilliant and Ianto couldn’t wait to show Jack. Checking his watch for the umpteenth time, it was still only midday, he’d been to the printers, phoned Rhi to bring her up-to-date with the shop progress and to confirm the colour for Mica’s polo shirt, which, in time, would have the logo embroidered on...and he’d emailed the order for those as well...

Resisting the urge to go back upstairs and cuddle up to Jack’s coat again – he’d already put it on once after his second shower and gazed at himself in the mirror, wrapping the heavy wool around his naked body as he inhaled the heady scent that was just Jack as it surrounded him and flooded his senses – he mixed up another batter mix for a new batch of Welsh cakes which turned out to be a really bad idea as he burnt them...again! Leaving the door open in an attempt to remove the singed baking smell, he was just wiping the surfaces down when a bird flew in and headed straight into the shop, flying high in the rafters, chirping repeatedly as it failed to find a way out...

Cachad!” Ianto sighed and considered his options which appeared rather limited as he realised rather belatedly that he didn’t possess anything resembling a ladder or step ladder. Planting his hands on his hips he glared up at the bird as it bashed its head on the high ceiling time and time again. His eyes considered the tall breakfast bar stools and he shook his head, “nope, not high enough...” he muttered to himself.

He let his eyes drift slowly around the room, narrowing contemplatively as he sized up various items of furniture. The sparrow had now decided that rescue was in progress and ceased its fruitless attempts to fly through the roof, settling on one of the rafters as it watched the proceedings...

Jack sauntered through the back yard of @Yanno and in through the open door, expecting to find the Welshman either baking or working on his menus as he’d texted earlier. He was therefore rather surprised, and somewhat horrified, to find him on tiptoes stood on a chair that was balanced on a table as he attempted to reach a small bird that seemed to be determined to evade capture... “Shit...cachad...bloody stupid bird...twltt din...” a string of muttered obscenities floated down as the sparrow moved itself once more out of the reach of Ianto’s outstretched fingers...

The mix of English and Welsh in those glorious Welsh vowels assailing his ears sent a rush of warmth below Jack’s belt and he let out a gasp before striding across the room to help Ianto climb down from his precarious makeshift ladder. “You okay?”

“Nope, seriously pissed off with this blasted sparrow – either it wants rescuing or it doesn’t!” Ianto huffed indignantly as Jack began to laugh, his laughter infectious as Ianto threw back his head and laughed with him.

Jack put a hand on the young man’s arm “I think I’ve got an idea...have you got an old tea towel or something?“

“Yeah, got hundreds of them! Bought a job lot from a bankrupt stock warehouse – probably got more tea towels than the whole of Cardiff!”

“One will do – like now!” Jack quipped, grinning as the Welshman stuck his tongue out and disappeared back into the kitchen. When he returned, Jack had taken his place on the chair and was waiting for the cloth. “Watch and learn young padawan...”as he took the tea towel.

“Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi...Master...” Ianto grinned and moved back so he could watch. He chuckled as the sparrow shuffled away from the latest assault on its personal space. ‘Maybe you should use the force...!” he giggled, the sound bypassing the Captain’s brain and settling directly in his groin.

Gritting his teeth now, Jack carefully inched towards the tiny bird, throwing the tea towel over it and grabbing it quickly, trapping their feathered friend inside it. “Gotcha!” Jack was triumphant for a millisecond until he realised he no longer had a hand to hang onto the rafters with and he was way past the point of safe balance, “I-a-n-t-o-o-o-o-!!!” he wailed as he fell...

“Oh fuck!” Ianto rushed forward to catch the other man, the momentum knocking them both to the floor. Out of the corner of his eye Ianto saw the chair topple, almost in slow motion and despite having the air squashed out of him, he rolled them over and over, out of the way as the chair crashed beside them. The tea towel fell from Jack’s hand, landing over their heads, the bird sensing freedom, hopped out and took off through the open doorway...

Neither man noticed it go, their eyes fixed on each other, each aware of the hot hard swelling straining against the confines of their trousers. Jack, who’d ended up underneath, tilted his chin up, daring the Welshman to make a move... Those perfect pink lips parted slightly and the young man’s breath became a series of tiny pants. He leant forward, minutely, but a definite movement...

Jack hitched his breath, arching his back slightly to grind their hips together...

Ianto leant closer, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was simply Jack...he wanted to kiss him...really, really wanted to kiss him...never kissed a man before...shit...what if I do it wrong...what...”

A familiar insistent and shrill bleating split the air, drawing gasps from both men and a string of frustrated choice words from the older man as he rolled Ianto off him and leapt to his feet. “Bloody hell! not again! Sorry, Yanno, I have to go...look after my coat till I get back...”

His footsteps faded as he ran out of the back door leaving Ianto sat on the floor, one hand wrapped tightly around his knees, the other tracing the outline of his lips with his fingers...wondering what it would’ve been like and knowing without a doubt now, that he wanted to find out... “Jack...hurry back...” he whispered to the empty air...


The adventure continues in Chapter 2 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43503.html

 

 


zazajb: (Twos and blues)

Title: Twos and Blues: Prologue
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Gavin/Stu
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: 3150 this chapter

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – hope it works...and please excuse the rewriting of Welsh geography!

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...



Twos and Blues

Prologue

The sirens blared as the sleek red vehicle raced along the road. Four year old Ianto Jones clutched his mum’s hand tightly and gazed after the truck as it vanished into the distance, his eyes wide and mouth open.

At home again, the small boy went to his toy box and sorted out his fire engines, losing himself to a magical world of sirens and his imagination...

Twenty three years later...

Jack pushed the door. It was locked. Peering in, he could see a shadow moving at the far end of the room so he rapped on the glass panel, raising his hand in acknowledgement as a figure approached and unlocked the door.

“Station Commander Harkness...” he said as he stepped over the threshold and looked around appraisingly.

The young girl smiled. “I’ll get the boss...he’s out back wrestling with his Welsh cakes!” She laughed at Jack’s raised eyebrows, adding “...and I don’t think he’s winning!” as she disappeared from sight.

Moments later Jack caught his breath at the vision of beauty in the shape of the young man who walked towards him, his hand outstretched... His short brown hair sat in gentle waves above piercing blue eyes, a cute button nose and impossibly soft, pink and deliciously kissable lips, a white apron tied neatly around his waist over a chest-hugging navy t-shirt emblazoned with a Blue Gillespie logo and tight-fitting black jeans.

Jack felt an instant electric charge as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the momentary widening of the other man’s eyes suggesting he was not alone in the sensation.

“Jones, Ianto Jones...” gorgeous Welsh vowels caressed Jack’s ears and he struggled to maintain his focus as his blood supply fled south.

“Station Commander Harkness...’Captain’ to my friends...” he grinned as Ianto gave a gentle tug on his hand and he realised he still had hold of it. Releasing it reluctantly, he looked around the large open plan room. “I really like what you’ve done with the place...”

“You do? It’s a bit different...”

“I don’t think Ted and Eleanor had decorated since the early seventies! No, this is really nice – modern, airy and the booths at the side mean those who want a bit of privacy can have it...” he winked, drawing a soft rosy blush over Ianto’s pale cheeks and Jack had to remind himself sternly that he was on official duties.

He stepped back abruptly and began shrugging out of his coat, his breath hitching as Ianto reclosed the gap between them, “here, let me...” as he helped Jack off with his heavy 1940s greatcoat and that electric charge shot through him again with definite stirrings of interest below his waistline.

Ianto moved away to drape Jack’s coat carefully over the back of a chair giving the Captain vital moments in which to get his head back into Fire Service mode. By the time the Welshman had rejoined him, Jack had resolved to get the fire safety inspection completed before he made any further moves; it had been a very long time since he’d had this reaction to anyone...he shook his head minutely, he’d never had this reaction before and it made him feel like a teenager again, giddy and heart beating fast, his mouth dry...get a grip Harkness..!

“Shall we start in the kitchen?” he smiled as the young man nodded and turned to lead the way, giving Jack a gorgeous view of his denim-clad backside and his good intentions almost went out of the window!

“Boss-man..? I think these are almost there...” the blonde girl who’d let him in was tearing a flat cake in half before taking a tentative bite. “Yup, they actually taste like they’re supposed to – we’ll make a Welshman out of you yet!” she giggled as Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack.

“Captain, meet Mica, my cheeky imp of a niece!”

“Mica...” Jack nodded and gave her one of his movie idol grins that set her giggling again.

“Teenagers!” Ianto laughed and turned back to Jack. Would you like a coffee or do you need me to go over everything with you?”

“I’d love a coffee, black, no sugar please...and I’ll shout if there’s anything I need to ask...”

“Any particular type of coffee? I’ve got the lot – well, this is a coffee shop!”

“Surprise me!” Jack couldn’t believe he was flirting with this young man, a stranger he’d just met – albeit an undeniably gorgeous one!

Ianto just nodded and moved back out into the shop to his coffee machine.

Jack began his inspection as Mica watched him, her blonde head tilted to one side. “He likes you...” she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a very long time. Not many people can make him laugh these days – I know mum’s been worried about him, ever since he came back from Newport after Lisa dumped him...he’s been spending all his time here, getting this place ready...you know he lives upstairs in the flat...”

“Mica, I can hear you yattering from out here! Just let the Captain get on with his inspection without you bending his ear... Have you taken the rubbish out yet?” Ianto appeared in the doorway.

“I’m just doing it now! Shall I dump the three burnt lots of Welsh cakes or do you want to torture the birds with them?” she giggled again and scampered outside with two black bags before Ianto could reply.

“I hope she wasn’t distracting you, Captain, she’s a real chatterbox...” his expression softened and he looked out of the open back door fondly, “she’s a great kid and she’s been good company since I’ve been back...” 

“She said you were in Newport...” Jack ticked another box on his clipboard, missing the deep red that flushed the young man’s face as he realised what Mica had been chattering about.

“I...er...felt like a change...and this place came up – I always wanted my own business, so...” his voice trailed away as he met Jack’s frank and understanding gaze.

“I’m done here, I’ll have a look outside and then it’ll just be the main shop and upstairs...”

“I...um...” Ianto didn’t really know what he wanted to say or why he was getting so flustered and he was somewhat relieved when Jack nodded at him and went outside after Mica. He heard them laughing and took a deep breath, biting his bottom lip as he tried to imagine what other insights into his screwed up life his niece was imparting to the approachable, and incredibly handsome Ianto had to admit, Captain who looked absolutely dashing in his uniform... Sighing, he rubbed his eyes tiredly...

Mica bounced back in through the door. “Am I done now, boss? I promised mum I’d be back in time to put the tea on and I really need to get a few things from town...”

“Okay, you get off now...I’ll probably make one more batch...need to get them right before Saturday...” he dug into his pocket and pulled out a twenty pound note which he waved at her, “you did good today...treat yourself and I’ll see you after school tomorrow...”

Mica grinned and took the note, hugging him briefly before grabbing her bag and dashing out the door, throwing a happy “thanks Unca Yanno!” back over her shoulder. There was a pause followed by a deep groan as she crashed full tilt into Jack who was heading back inside, the collision winding him as his clipboard dug into his stomach. “Oops, sorry Captain...gotta dash!” and she was gone, leaving Jack to gurgle helplessly as he leant on the doorframe.

“Are you okay, sir?” Ianto hurried to Jack’s side, his close proximity highlighting the intoxicating aroma that Ianto had detected earlier; God this man smelled gorgeous!

Jack groaned again, the combination of a top-speed encounter with a buoyant teenager and those delectable Welsh vowels again, capped with that sir and his entire blood supply seemed to have deserted his brain, leaving him light-headed and gasping for air. He pushed himself off the doorframe and headed back through to the shop, sliding into the nearest booth. “I’m okay...”

Ianto poured the coffee into two blue and white striped mugs and added them to the tray with a plate of mixed Welsh cakes and shortbread and carried it over to where Jack was sat, now having recovered his breath. He handed Jack a mug, jumping minutely at the now familiar tingle of pleasure when their fingers brushed as the mug changed ownership.

“Thank you...” Jack smiled, “what was it Mica called you...Yanno?”

Ianto chuckled, “when she was little she couldn’t say my name properly, so I’ve been Unca Yanno ever since!”

“It’s cute...suits you..!” Jack took a sip of his coffee as Ianto blushed scarlet. “Wow!” Jack’s eyes widened, “this is awesome Ianto...Yanno!”

“Vanilla roast, no frills, just a straight blend...” Ianto’s blue eyes danced with delight and Jack was once again forced to quash the urge to tug the man into his arms and kiss him senseless... there was just something about him...

A brief but companionable silence fell as they drank their coffee and munched on Welsh cakes that apparently tasted like they should and lemon shortbread that Jack professed was the best he’d ever had, before he regrettably placed his empty mug back on the tray and picked up his clipboard again.

The main shop passed all aspects of inspection easily before Ianto led Jack upstairs. “I haven’t unpacked much up here...been spending all my time getting the shop ready...”

The flat consisted of two large double bedrooms, one of which was piled high with boxes, the other simply furnished with a king-sized bed, a large white sliding wardrobe, a chest of drawers and matching white bedside cabinets; a bathroom with shower cubicle, a separate toilet, decent sized kitchen with plenty of cupboard space finished in a light oak, a small table and four chairs at one end down a single step creating a simple dining area, leaving the living room, again a generous size and decorated in plain, uncluttered lines with two slate grey leather sofas and contrasting red cushions and curtains, a widescreen TV was set into the wall over the fireplace. Boxes in various states of unpacking were dotted around the room, one large one obviously full of books in front of a tall bookcase, but it was the display cabinet that grabbed Jack’s attention.

He strode over to it and turned to raise a questioning eyebrow in Ianto’s direction. The young man smiled and joined him “I’ve loved fire engines since I was a small boy and my family used to buy me a different model every year; there are some quite rare ones in there now...”

“That’s a really nice collection. See that one...next to the HP...Hydraulic Platform ...” he pointed, “that’s the first appliance I ever rode on...” he smiled wistfully, “...course, that was such a long time ago now...”

“You’re not that old!” Ianto grinned, sliding the cabinet door open and picking out the model under discussion. He handed it to Jack and watched the memories as they flew across the other man’s face, a myriad of different emotions playing out in just a few moments.

“I’m coming up on twenty years service...seen so many changes...” he handed the model back with a smile, “and this old girl wouldn’t recognise the latest appliances...” he sighed as Ianto replaced it in the cabinet and closed the door. “You ever think of playing for real?”

“Maybe...another lifetime ago...” in his head Ianto relived those heady early days of him and Lisa, saw again her pretty face pouting when he professed his desire to join the Fire Service, knowing it would involve a long stint at training school and rota patterns that would play havoc with his ability to be at her beck and call...and she’d sweet-talked him out of it. “...and it’s too late now!”

“It’s never too late...”

“I’ve got this place now...” the fleeting look of regret in his eyes not lost on the older man.

“I’m not just a firefighter, Ianto, I’ve got my own engineering company out on the Industrial Estate, Torchwood Engineering...Penarth’s fire service is made up of a retained crew...it means we’re all part-time and we respond when needed...” he turned slightly sideways and pointed to a tiny black pager attached to his belt “this lets us know when we’re needed and we go to the fire station...”

“So you’re not full time? How does that all work? I mean I can’t just up and go if I’ve got customers...” Ianto frowned as he thought of innumerable obstacles standing in the way of the enticing idea Jack had just presented him with...a way to have his cake and eat it too...

Jack chuckled, “I can see you’re interested – and you’ve got lots of questions... Why don’t you drop into the fire station on our weekly drill night – you can meet the crews, have a look around and I’ll answer all your questions...but for the moment all you need to know is that you can book off when you’re not available so you’re not on duty all the time – it’s a good system that means you can fit it around your main job and the rest of your life...”

Ianto nodded “you need to actually have a life to fit it around...” he muttered darkly to himself as he turned and headed for the stairs back to the shop, the comment drawing an arched eyebrow and a determination to get to know this intriguing – and utterly gorgeous – young Welshman much better. He followed the delectable backside down the stairs.

Back in the shop, Ianto worked his magic on the coffee machine again as Jack sorted out the required paperwork for his and Ianto’s signature. Presenting Jack with a mug of a rich hazelnut roast, Ianto chucked as the Captain almost swooned after his first sip, closing his eyes as he inhaled the delicious aroma.

“Wow...Yanno...just...wow!” he opened his eyes and took another sip, Ianto jumping as an insistent shrill bleating suddenly split the silence and Jack leapt up, sliding out of the booth at speed. “Sorry, gotta go – duty calls, your copy of the 1.1.D’s on the table. I’ll see you again Jones, Ianto Jones...” with that he was gone and the door clunked shut behind him. Through the glass panel of the door Ianto watched him jump into his black SUV and speed away leaving him feeling somehow cheated...almost bereft...and very confused...

Shrugging, he picked up Jack’s still full mug and inhaled the rich nutty vapour. Jack obviously had taste when it came to coffee as this was one of his best and Jack had certainly seemed to like it... Wandering back into the kitchen, he washed the mugs up and wiped the surfaces down, deciding against any more baking in his distracted state...

He pricked up his ears as he heard sirens in the distance, wondering if they were Jack and his team – were they called ‘team’? No, crew, Jack had said... Jack...visions of the man in his uniform, and that awesome coat, swirled around in his head as he locked up. His stomach did a loop-the-loop when he discovered Jack’s coat still over the back of the chair, forgotten in the rush to answer his bleeper. Glancing around, even though he knew he was alone, Ianto tugged the heavy coat from the chair and buried his face in the rough wool, breathing in the intoxicating scent of this man who had somehow captivated him...

He draped the coat over his arm and picked up the paperwork that Jack had left on the table for him, his breath hitching as he suddenly noticed the page that had obviously been torn from a diary or notebook.

Yanno – call me 07900 884246 Jack

Unexpected warmth swept through his body as he snatched the paper from the table and rubbed his thumb over it before tucking it carefully into his pocket. Finally, he switched off the lights and climbed the stairs to his flat. After filing his completed fire safety certificate he slumped in front of the TV, picking absently at his lasagne-for-one as he gazed at the coat he’d hung on a hanger and hooked on the bookcase and Jack’s number burned a hole in his pocket...

Finally, after two episodes of CSI which had passed his unseeing gaze, he plucked the number from his pocket and dialled, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach get a grip Ianto..! he told himself fiercely, you’re just going to tell him you have his coat safe...

However, the butterflies weren’t listening and went into full spin mode when the phone rang at the other end... You’ve reached Jack Harkness; can’t take your call right now so leave a message and I’ll get back to you...promise!

“Oh, er, hi...Jack, it’s Ianto...er...Jones...Yanno... I, er...you left your coat earlier so it’s hung up safe...” he paused, cursing his addled brain and incoherency, “right, guess that’s all, um, bye Jack!” he hung up and shook his head, “shit!” Rising, he dumped the rest of his dinner in the bin and made himself a coffee...hazelnut blend seemed a good choice...before heading for the shower where his thoughts drifted once more to soft dark hair, a pair of blue grey eyes, a dazzlingly white smile and dimples... As he soaped his body he found he was rock hard and it took just a few firm strokes to deal with, gasping that name as he shuddered his release and sank to the floor on boneless legs that refused to support him.

A very confused Welshman tossed and turned, lonely in his huge bed, his thoughts drawn like a magnet back to the same image...but I’m straight...tumbling around his sleep deprived brain until he eventually gave in and padded to the living room to drag the coat off the hanger and lay it on the pillow next to him.

Finally, he slept, his cheek resting on the heavy wool...


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