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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

 

 

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

 


Let me...

Jun. 6th, 2011 11:44 pm
zazajb: (wouldn't change the world)

Title: Let me...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – set during Out of Time
Summary:  Ianto takes care of Jack when he returns after watching John die... Words 1660

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto, tw_proper & TW_classic [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  and I were having a...um...er...’discussion’ and this was the result. We did one each!

Let me...

The roller door siren jolted Ianto awake from where he’d nodded off in Jack’s office, his head jerking sharply as he blinked his eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear his sleep-addled brain. Hauling himself out of Jack’s chair he moved behind the desk and waited for his Captain to appear.

Even in the semi-dark of the night time lighting he could still see that all was not well with Jack – he looked completely defeated and almost too weary to stand. As Ianto watched, the older man looked around – for him he assumed – and with no Welshman visible, Jack’s shoulders slumped still further.

Ianto’s stomach clenched to see the man he lo...to see his boss – his boss he was sleeping with...sleeping with and enjoying very much thank you, his blood supply congregating hopefully in his groin as his memory replayed numerous sessions with Jack pounding into him at various locations all over the hub...

He shook his head and forcefully pushed the images aside. Not now....Jack needed him...

In the few moments he’d been wrestling with his mounting desire, Jack had made it to his office door and staggered in to slump into his chair. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily, the sound sending arrows to shatter Ianto’s heart. He moved out of the shadows and laid a gentle hand on Jack’s shoulder, leaning over to press a soft kiss on the side of his neck. The fumes almost knocked him out and he staggered backwards as Jack leapt up. “Ianto! Are you okay?”

“Yea, yes sir...John? Is he..?” his voice trailed away.

“Yea...” Jack leant into the touch as the Welshman helped him out of his coat and took it out of the office to drape it over the railings outside. “...he’s gone...” he slumped back into the chair, “I stopped him but he pleaded with me to let him go... He’s got nothing left to live for – his wife long since dead, his son an empty shell who doesn’t know him and a world that’s moved on so far he might as well be on another planet. He was a man so far out of his time and it was just too much for him to take so...so...” a sob caught in the older man’s throat as Ianto rested his hands lightly on his Captain’s shoulders and began massaging them firmly.

Jack arched his back as Ianto’s hands moved to the back of his neck and began to work on the tense knot of muscles there. “ So I sat with him and held his hand as we died... I didn’t want him to be alone when he went into the dark...”  The sobs broke free and he hunched over as Ianto moved round to kneel on the floor by the chair and wrap the distraught man into his arms, rocking him gently as he whispered soothing words of love and nonsense against his ear.

When Jack’s sobs had subsided, Ianto released him and stood, holding his hand out and tugging the older man to his feet when the hand was taken. He steered him to the ladder and urged him down it into his bunker. Once landed, he took his hand again and led him to Jack’s tiny bathroom where he turned the shower on to warm. Jack nodded his understanding numbly and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, stopping at Ianto’s soft “...let me...” as he pressed a tender kiss to Jack’s mouth.

Jack’s hands fell to his sides as Ianto slowly undid his buttons, slipping each tiny plastic disc through the buttonhole with a quiet reverence that Jack found both mesmerising and soothing. Ianto stripped him, carefully and methodically until he stood naked. Swiftly removing his own clothes and dropping them in a very un-Ianto-like heap on the floor he interlaced their fingers and pulled them under the steaming spray.

Jack’s free hand automatically reached for the shampoo which was then gently taken from him. Releasing Jack’s other hand, Ianto slid his own behind the Captain’s head and pressed forward for a kiss, their lips meeting softly as Jack melted against him, Ianto’s tongue swirling languidly in the other man’s mouth before exploring the familiar contours in a reassuringly determined manner.

They broke apart, lips just millimetres apart, sharing warm breath. Ianto flipped the cap on the shampoo and poured some into his cupped palm. “Let me...” He washed Jack’s hair carefully, his long slim fingers massaging his scalp just the way Jack liked it, drawing low moans of pleasure that shot straight to the Welshman’s groin re-awakening his earlier desire. He bit his lip and concentrated on rinsing the suds from Jack’s now clean hair.

Next he reached for the scrunchie and the shower gel, cleansing Jack's skin with loving touches and lots of bubbles. After a quick wash down of his own hair and body he turned off the water and wrapped them both in thick fluffy towels, leading Jack back to his bedroom. He dried him tenderly, silencing the older man’s protests with a kiss and a whispered, “...please...let me take care of you...”

Jack closed his eyes and gave himself to the sensations of Ianto’s gentle hands ghosting over his warm skin, hands which were then followed by the soft press of his lips, kissing every inch of his body with light reverent touches that set every nerve ending tingling and sent his senses soaring...

When he’d kissed Jack’s body from top to toe, Ianto scrambled back to his feet and crushed his lips to Jack’s willing mouth, his tongue plundering his Captain’s mouth hungrily as passions rose and hips ground together, each swallowing the other’s wanton moan as their kiss deepened...hot and wet and messy...

 They broke their kiss briefly for air, Jack giving himself up to the pleasures of Ianto’s wondrous mouth as his fingers roamed up and down the older man’s back, cupping his buttocks to pull him closer still…

Jack arched against him, hot arousal rubbing together sending sparks of pleasure reverberating through them both. Ianto pulled away from Jack’s pink and kiss swollen lips to graze his teeth down the side of his neck, his Captain tilting his head to one side to allow the young man more access, his moans rising in volume as he lost himself in everything that was Ianto...

Jack turned his head “…kiss me!” he demanded, his voice trembling with want, sighing happily as Ianto obliged by crushing their mouths together, the kiss rapidly becoming wild and frantic, teeth clashing...

They wrenched apart only when the need to breathe asserted itself. “Bed...now!” Jack growled in Ianto’s ear, I need you...”

They tumbled onto Jack’s tiny bunk, limbs entangled, kissing passionately, hands raking over heated flesh, grinding hips together, driving each other into a frenzy of want. Ianto cupped Jack’s face and rocked their entwined bodies, finishing on top of his Captain. Brushing the older man’s cheeks softly he leant down to kiss him lightly, his voice trembling as he gazed into his eyes, “let me..? let me make love to you...”

Jack eyes widened and darkened with desire simultaneously. “Yes...” he whispered hoarsely, “please, Ianto...I’m yours...love me...” The rest was lost as Ianto mouth crashed onto his and the young man fumbled with the lube he’d grabbed from the bedside cabinet. They parted gasping as Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, the lust-blown blue grey of his own reflecting the blazing love in the younger man’s blue depths… “make love to me, Ianto…please…” his hands reaching to pull his Welshman’s face back towards him so he could capture those wonderful lips once more, his tongue plundering the contours of his mouth with wild passion…

Ianto coated his fingers and trailed them down between Jack’s legs, dancing backwards to slip first one then a second finger into him, every brush of that magic spot drawing a breathless gasp of pleasure from lightly parted lips… He added a third, moving them in and out as Jack pressed back hard against them...

The other hand splayed out over his Captain’s skin with long sensual strokes, sending spine-tingling quivers through his hyper sensitised body, “…now…Ianto…please…need you now…” a wanton moan spilling from his lips as Ianto pushed in slowly, loving the feel of Jack’s hot tight heat around him, his own moans rising as he began to move, his hands clasping Jack’s hips as he arched back against him and they spiralled towards the stars together…

Ianto trembled as he thrust harder and faster, feeling the tingling warmth creeping inexorably up through his body, hot fingers of fire igniting in every cell and he cried out Jack’s name as he tumbled off the edge, the feel of Jack’s own release clenching around him driving them to a shared plane of pure bliss as Ianto collapsed heavily onto his Captain beneath him and they floated in a post orgasmic daze.

Ianto shifted carefully to lie curled up in his Captain’s arms, noses almost touching as they kissed tenderly, tongues swirling lazily in first one mouth then the other. “Wow, that was...just...amazing!” Ianto breathed against Jack’s lips, the feel of you around me...it was...I’ll have to do that again...once is definitely not enough!” He grinned and reached for the wipes, cleaning them both carefully before urging them under the covers. “...that is, of course, if you’ll let me?”

As Jack grinned back and pressed their mouths together in a soft kiss he reflected briefly that letting the Welshman into his life...and into his heart...was the best thing he’d ever done...

End

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: If you just believe...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, Brychan, Ammeline
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: A postcard sparks off a few memories... Words 5000

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] longliveianto  bingo prompt: Vacation/holidays. [Remember when there’s anything above a PG rating that you’re getting Jack’s x-rated version!!!]  This story completes my first line.


X-posted Longliveianto, Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N This is dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] lilferret  ‘cos she’s awesome!

Thanks to the wonderful talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*

 

If you just believe...

The post clattered through the letter box and dropped with a plop on the floor. Ammeline and Bry both scrambled to get it, Amme squealing happily when she got there first to gather it carefully in her little fingers.

Bry laughed “you beat me Amme!” He shared a conspiratory grin with his tad as the two year old toddled back to the kitchen where the family were about to have their usual Saturday morning breakfast of pancakes, syrup and fruit before heading to the library for story time...

Ianto took the bundle of envelopes from his beaming daughter before letting her climb onto his lap where she settled to eat her breakfast. He flicked through the post mostly junk, looks like the quote for the new carpet...oh, and a postcard from Martha... his eyebrows raised and his face broke into a huge grin as he studied the picture and turned it over to read the few words.

What’s got you giggling like Amme when she’s watching Pingu? Jack expertly flipped the pancakes onto a large serving plate and turned the cooker off before coming to join his family at the table. He leant down to read over Ianto’s shoulder, taking the opportunity to nuzzle into the Welshman’s neck with light, barely there touches of his lips sending cascades of goose bumps racing over the sensitive skin as he breathed in the unique scent that was just Ianto...

Jack, Ianto, Bry & Amme

Tom & I finally made it to Lapland to check out the algae for Tom’s research! Couldn’t help but think about the time you were Santa – when was it again? Oh, yeah – Christmas! That must be, what nearly seven years ago now? That was when you found out you were pregnant – what a wild Xmas that was! Love that story!

Love to the kids, We’ll bring them a memento – something appropriate!

Love Martha & Tom xxx

Jack chortled aloud and tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly. Now that was a story and a half..! We really were superheroes that night...all of us!

I think I’m gonna use that one today – our little off-world trip with the doctor can wait ‘till another day!

Jack pressed a tender kiss to the end of his Welshman’s button nose and dropped into a chair before piling his plate with pancakes, strawberries and lashings of syrup which he ate with obvious enjoyment whilst pulling faces at their daughter and discussing the merits of different superhero powers with Bry.

Ianto watched him, loving every single second they spent with their children and each other. He smiled at the gentle love you...always... caressing the sentiment and returning it as their eyes met above their children’s heads. Thank you Jack...

What for?

Loving me...giving me two beautiful children...everything you do...just being you...

You know I only fly because I have you...

Reaching out, Jack slid his hand around the back of Ianto’s neck and pulled him closer so their lips met in a tender kiss, slow and familiar as tongues explored every contour of the other’s mouth and soft moans were lost against lips...each losing themselves in the moment...

“Oi, dad..put tad down..!” Brychan made an impressive pseudo-Owen. “We need to get ready..!”

They pulled apart gently, lips pink and swollen and turned to smile at the indignant six year old who stood with his hands on his hips, big blue grey eyes gleaming and a perfect mini- Jack pout...

He gets more like his Godfather everyday!

He’s got his dad’s pout..!

I don’t pout!

Says he...pouting! You need to check a mirror, cariad! Let’s get moving or we’ll be late...

Forty minutes later they were headed for the library, Bry pushing Amme in her buggy, Jack and Ianto sauntering behind, hands entwined, their thoughts swirling contentedly...

Oh bugger!

Yan?

Miss Martin’s here again...

They watched as the kind hearted but fierce-on-the-outside Head teacher disappeared into the building.

She loved you last week...

Ianto groaned that was last week..!

Get your cute little arse into that library and go wow your audience... He pressed a quick kiss to the Welshman’s lips and gave him a gentle push in the direction of the doors, nodding as Bry pointed at Euan and the two friends skipped past Ianto into the entrance hall. Jack lifted Ammeline from the pushchair, handed over her beloved Dagga and followed as she toddled through the doors. They found a spot at the back and settled down ready for the start of the story.

Jack glanced around are there even more here this week?

I think so...

Lots of mums...and aunties and sisters and... all Coffee Man groupies!

Ha ha ha! I’m gonna start now...you get the x-rated version just for you!

“Good morning boys and girls, mums and dads...are we ready for another adventure with Captain Coat and Coffee Man?” He grinned at the deafening roar of approval, settling down in his chair before beginning...

“Owen...come back here..!” Gwen giggled as she chased the medic around the hub brandishing the sprig of green leaves and white berries. Owen doubled back and darted down the steps into autopsy, crouching down beside the dresser in an attempt to hide from the Welshwoman and her mistletoe.

Jack leant over the railings outside his office grinning broadly. He loved seeing his team so playful and carefree, his mind drifting back to the previous evening when he’d pinned Ianto up against the wall in the kitchen after everyone else had gone home. The mistletoe had gotten a thorough worshipping as he’d kissed his Welshman to the stars and back, those perfect lips soft and sensual under his own as the young man melted against him and threaded his fingers lovingly through his Captain’s hair...

When they surfaced, briefly, to recharge their lungs, Jack had taken Ianto’s hand and led him down to his bunker where he’d departed from the more traditional mistletoe kisses to press his lips to every inch of his Welshman’s skin until, trembling and sated, they’d fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms...

Tosh nudged him. “Penny for them, Jack – you had that dreamy look on your face again...”

Jack jumped and dragged his thoughts back to the present. “Just thinking about mistletoe...” he grinned, “can’t tell you any more or I’ll get into trouble!”

“You certainly will! Absolutely no kissing and telling..!” delicious Welsh vowels sounded behind them and they swung round to see Ianto smiling at them, a laden tray of steaming mugs and plates of mince pies in his hands.

“Talking of kissing...” Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively, drawing a blush to the Welshman’s cheeks as he streamed a succession of steamy kissing sessions into the young man’s head.

Tosh giggled. “Yes, speaking of kissing...” she pointed down into autopsy as Gwen reappeared still on her hunt for the elusive doctor, “shall we go and watch Owen finally succumb to Gwen’s mistletoe?” she grinned at Gwen’s delighted thumbs up.

They walked down into the main hub and looked over the railings into autopsy just in time to see Owen finally cornered and thoroughly kissed under Gwen’s insistent attentions. Wriggling free from her grasp, Owen wiped his lips as they all laughed at his horrified expression. Gwen looked up “anyone else?” she waved the spray of berries at them.

Jack grinned and took a step towards the stairs “I don’t think I’ve had Owen under there yet...”

Owen muttered rudely under his breath and dragged out the carcass of a Rheddian tribug that had come through the rift the previous day. “I’ve got work to do, Captain, if you don’t mind...” he said with as much dignity as he could muster. He turned his back and began sorting out his instruments as Jack chuckled and returned to the main hub, took his coffee and a mince pie off the tray and headed for his office.

Gwen skipped lightly up the stairs and handed the mistletoe to Tosh. “I think Owen might need a bit more kissing..!” she winked. Tosh tucked the sprig of leaves and berries into her hair, picked up hers and Owen’s mugs and headed down the steps. Ianto and Gwen chuckled and left them to it.

The morning passed swiftly with nothing more taxing than a two foot lump of space junk landing in the bay which rapidly sank from sight saving them the hassle of immediate retrieval. Ianto added it to the logs for the spring when the weather was more amenable to wreck diving. All in all, it was a productive few hours and even Owen was heard humming Christmas carols contentedly down in autopsy once Tosh had returned to her own workstation after an extended and enjoyable session under the mistletoe.

At lunch, Ianto handed out the Chinese he’d ordered and they pulled crackers and toasted each other...

“Wow, thanks Jack..!” Gwen’s eyes shone as Jack handed out envelopes and she opened hers to find a five star London break with a show and spending money. Tosh and Owen had a similar package between them plus a simple diamond bracelet for Tosh and a season ticket for the rugby for Owen.

“Thanks Jack...” Tosh hugged him tightly and brushed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Oi, that’s my girlfriend, Harkness!” Owen protested good humouredly as Jack cupped Tosh’s face for a friendly kiss, grinning as she blushed prettily.

All eyes then swivelled towards Ianto who was smiling wickedly at his gift - the CD soundtrack to Pretty Woman and a scrap of torn blue pinstripe he recognised from his sadly demised favourite suit, sacrificed in the name of duty to a barbed wire fence...

“What film..? Pretty Woman?” Gwen was intrigued.

“Private joke..!” Jack supplied hurriedly as the Welshman rolled his eyes at the images streaming into his head from a previous shopping trip at Sartoriani’s which had them almost being caught with their trousers down – literally! “I’m taking him shopping for a new suit...or two...”

“Best behaviour...sir?” Ianto returned the images with interest.

Measuring tapes never lie...

So I’m told!  

There was frantic scurrying as they hurried off to collect the parcels each had hidden around the hub, lots of laughter and hugs as those gifts were then exchanged with promises not to open until the morrow.

Jack looked round fondly at his team. “That’s it then folks, grab your gear and get out of here...Ianto and I are doing tonight and tomorrow, Tosh and Owen Boxing Day and Gwen, you and Rhys the day after...the rift monitor isn’t predicting much so fingers crossed we get a peaceful Christmas holiday...”

After another round of hugs and “Merry Christmas”, the roller door clunked behind them, leaving Jack and Ianto alone. Jack grinned and tugged the Welshman into a hug, burying his face into the young man’s neck as he inhaled that unique scent that was just Ianto.

Just you and me...

And Myfanwy...

Just you and me and the pet dinosaur then!

She’s not a dinosaur, Jack she’s a...

Ianto’s thoughts ground to a halt as Jack’s lips crashed against his own and he was kissed senseless, melting against his Captain as tongues tangled, teeth clashed and his knees were weak when they finally surfaced to renew their air supply.

So what do you want to do now..? Jack’s arousal pressed hard against Ianto’s hip as he arched against him.

I should be clearing up...

So clear up then..!

Ianto moaned softly as Jack grabbed his backside and drew their bodies closer still, brushing the front of his trousers with his own straining fabric ...but I like this better! He tangled his hands in the older man’s hair and claimed his mouth again, passions rising as they arched against each other and delicious tendrils of desire spread through their bodies.

Strip, Jack...now! I need you...

Bossy! I like... Jack groaned loudly as Ianto tore his mouth away from their frantic kiss to suck on his neck.

“I said now Jack!” he growled against his ear, the barely there touch sending shivers cascading down the Captain’s body. Hands clawed at buttons, belts and zips as they locked lips once more, crawling progressively further into each other’s mouth as the pile of discarded clothing grew and every touch of heated skin sent shudders of feral want raging through them.

Jack’s fingers trailed down Ianto’s back and over the rounded curve of his buttocks, brushing the entrance to his body to bring a breathless moan from the Welshman’s pink and kiss swollen lips.

Lube?

Pocket...hurry...need you...really need you...

Ianto felt a needy whimper building when the warmth of Jack’s body vanished as he moved to where the Welshman’d kicked off his trousers and groped in the pocket for the small bottle he always carried – with Jack around it paid to be prepared!!

He gasped with mixed shock and relief as a cool finger slid into his body and Jack’s warmth wrapped around him once more, claiming his lips in a hungry kiss as his tongue swept possessively over every contour of the young man’s mouth and he gave himself to the pleasure spreading through his body, drowning himself in the intoxicating sensation of everything that was Jack...

More...please Jack... Ianto pressed back as Jack slid in a second finger then a third, brushing that magic spot to bring a gasp against Jack’s lips, their kisses hot and messy now, bodies trembling with desire ...

Now...I’m ready...needneedneed... Ianto’s low moan of pleasure against his ear had Jack teetering precariously on the edge as he shuffled them over to the railings overlooking autopsy, hoisting his Welshman up to lean back against them, wrapping his legs around his Captain’s waist as he pushed in slowly, both relishing the hot feel of the other...

Ianto arched his head back as Jack withdrew and slid back in at a tantalisingly slow pace, desperate for more yet wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible before neither could stand it any longer and he began pounding into him, misaligned kisses and deep guttural moans accompanying the sounds of hot flesh against flesh. The waves of ecstasy built gradually, starting in their toes and spreading up and out to burst like a crescendo as Ianto cried Jack’s name, the feel of his muscles clenching around him, enough to tip the older man off the edge into his own climax and they floated together amongst the stars before they collapsed, panting, in a tangle of limbs on the floor.

They came down slowly from their orgasmic high, breathing evening out as the chill air in the hub sent trails of goose bumps running over their exposed skin and they shivered.

Shower?

Yep...and then a coffee...

Minutes later, they were wrapped around each other, sharing soft kisses as the steaming water cascaded down on them... Finally dry and dressed and their hands cupped around aromatic mugs of Jack’s favourite blend, they moved to their separate tasks – Ianto to clear up the boardroom from their lunch and Jack to tackle his backlog of files now the team had caught up on all theirs!

They worked until ten and then took a mug of hot chocolate down to Jack’s bunker where they hung up their stockings on the ladder. Did you leave a mince pie and drink out for Santa?

Of course! A mince pie, a flask of coffee and some carrots for the reindeer...

I love you!

I know! Now let’s get to bed or Santa won’t leave us anything...I hope you’ve been good Jack!

I’m always good..!

Even with the light off, Jack could sense the emphatic eye roll from his Welshman and he chuckled as he slid into bed and scooted over to give Ianto room to get in beside him. They faced each other briefly, kissed softly and then Ianto turned over as Jack curled up around him, pressing their bodies tightly together and entwining their hands as they snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.

Up on the Plass it began to snow, heavy flakes falling to coat the ground thickly. Christmas Day in Cardiff arrived under a blanket of white...

Ianto wasn’t sure quite what’d woken him, but he was aware that Jack was awake too and by the set of his body, he was on full alert. What is it cariad?

Don’t know...think there’s someone in the hub...

What time is it? One of the others you think? No alarms so it’s someone who knows the codes...and Myfanwy would make a fuss if it was a stranger... Ianto felt some of the tension leave the Captain’s body as he relaxed against him briefly, dropping a light kiss on his forehead.

It’s just after midnight... Coming? Jack slid his legs over the edge of the bunk and reached for his trousers. He pulled his Webley from its holster just in case...

Wait for me... Ianto scrambled into his own trousers and slid into his shirt, not bothering to button it up before tucking his stun gun into his waistband and following Jack silently up the ladder. He bumped into him in the darkness of Jack’s office, a muffled ouch lost against the mouthful of bare skin and solid shoulder blade that collided heavily with his face.

They stood, heads to one side, listening...Myfanwy was moving around in her nest, but not unhappily so – that was reassuring... They stiffened to attention at the distinct sounds of someone, something stumbling around over by the invisible lift and moved carefully towards the sounds, Ianto grabbed a torch off Jack’s desk and prepared to spotlight their nocturnal visitor once Jack was in position behind it...

...now! Jack ‘s thoughts swept into his mind and he shone the torch over, his mouth dropping open in surprise as the light illuminated a rotund body clad in a red, fur-edged suit, a matching hat, black boots and a long white beard.

Santa Claus? Jack, that’s...that’s Santa...

Yep! And he doesn’t look at all well! Something’s wrong...call Owen...

Now? Ianto shook his head Scratch that...just a bit stunned....

You hung stockings up, Yan...who d’you think was gonna fill them? Despite his concern over their guest’s health, Jack couldn’t resist teasing his slightly awestruck Welshman

Um...not really thought about it...I mean we’re grown ups...Santa’s...

If you just believe, Yan...and you obviously do or you’d not see him...

Ianto grinned Got me on that one! I’ll call Owen...

Can you put the lights on...

The low level night lights flickered on before Ianto dug his phone out of his pocket and dialled Tosh’s home number knowing they were spending Christmas at her flat. At first Tosh thought she was dreaming the conversation until Owen snatched the phone from her, his snarky “this had better be bloody good tea boy!” convincing her that Ianto had actually been telling her he and Jack had a seriously ill Santa Claus and nine unhappy and less than well reindeer at the hub.

After a quiet “that’s Coffee Man to you!” Ianto assured Owen it was indeed ‘bloody good’ and Owen should get his arse to the hub in double quick time if he wanted his stocking filled! He left the innuendo, knowing it had hit home when the medic simply growled “you’d better have the coffee on, Coffee Man” before hanging up abruptly.

They’re on their way in... Any idea what it is? He really doesn’t look well at all...

Sounds like some sort of toxic poison...he said he went through a cloud over Russia... Rudolph said it tasted odd...so he headed straight here in the hope we’d be able to help...

The reindeer talk?

No, not like we do, but Santa...Kris...his real name’s Kris Kringle, can hear their thoughts...like we can each other’s...

Oh! Shall I bring the reindeer inside?

Jack spoke quietly to the almost unconscious figure that lay prone on the raggedy old sofa.

He says no, they’ll get fretful indoors...oh and, as long as adults continue to believe on Christmas Day, that’s all that’s needed...yes, he can hear our thoughts too...reach out and you’ll find him...

Ianto closed his eyes and concentrated, jumping when his thoughts touched a different mind, a wise and ancient mind, full of deep and gentle love against a backdrop of sparkling humour...a mind that opened to him and linked him to the reindeer... He gasped as he realised he was thought swapping with Rudolph, unable to stop himself from wondering if his nose was as shiny as the song suggested. Jack’s chuckling at the back of his head told him that his beloved Captain was following the exchange. He blinked and shook his head briefly – it was getting a little crowded in there!

He was distracted by the roller door opening to admit Owen and Tosh, both dusting snow off their coats, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the figure on the sofa. Owen immediately got his bag and began checking the man over.

Ianto beckoned Tosh over to her workstation. “Happy Christmas Tosh! Can we set up a perception filter to enclose the reindeer up in the Plass – we can use the invisible lift as an anchor for the signal...we just need to extend it so that they’re not seen...”

Tosh peered at the program the Welshman had pulled up and smiled at him. “It’ll only take a minute or two...” she said, her fingers flying over the keyboard. He kissed her cheek lightly.

“Thanks, now I’ve got to get the coffee on and take some straw and ginger biscuits up to the reindeer – Prancer says they’re his favourite and it’ll help them recharge their energy levels...” He grinned and tapped his temple, “yep, I’m having a conversation with Santa’s reindeer in my head! I’ll tell you everything later when I’ve made them more comfortable...”

He was on his way to the invisible lift with a huge bag of straw when Owen confirmed the diagnosis of toxic radiation poisoning and gave him nine large tablets, one for each reindeer. “They’ll need to take these...it’ll neutralise the effects in a few hours and make them sleepy...”

Ianto?

Kris?

They hate tablets...you’ll need to stick them in chocolate..!

No problem... A brief change of course to the kitchen followed, Ianto pouring the coffee and pulling a box of twelve giant chocolate caramel cups from the cupboard. Quickly pressing a pill into nine of them, he dropped them back into the box and left the other three on the tray with the coffee which he then dumped on the coffee table next to the sofa.

Moments later he was heading up to the reindeer in their impromptu perception filter pen, straw and chocolate covered treatments in his hands. A brief conversation with Rudolph and he was offering each animal a chocolate, a bed of straw and a drink. He shivered and buttoned up his shirt as the snow continued to fall, wishing he’d put a jacket on.

Thank you Ianto Jones...your kindness will not be forgotten...  Rudolph’s mind pressed sleepily against his own. Now we must rest if we are to take over from you at sunrise...

Take over?

Your Captain has offered to deliver the gifts for us while we recover...

Ianto’s eyes widened before a smile curved the corners of his lips as he took in the full meaning. Jack? Are we playing Santa?

Yep!

Shall I call Gwen?

Tosh is calling her and Rhys in as we speak... Kris is too ill, he needs a few hours rest for the medication to take effect so Torchwood is going into the parcel delivery service – we’re just doing the UK, Jersey and Guernsey...

Wow...I’m on the lift now...bring me back down... His smile widened as he saw Jack waiting at the bottom of the lift with a red Santa hat edged with fur on his head and another in his hands

A hat for each of us...they’re not your average hat as they’ve got entry codes for every single home in the country – valid only on Christmas Eve into Christmas Day...

A sudden thought hit Ianto... Jack? How we gonna fly without reindeer?

Myfanwy to the rescue...

But...how..?

Kris can talk to her too and she’s raring to go! Tosh has all the sleigh controls programmed into my wrist strap...

Less than thirty minutes later, they were bundled into the sleigh alongside an incredulous Rhys as Myfanwy headed north to Scotland... Few saw them and those who did waved and wouldn’t remember when they woke up again the next morning. It was fast and furious and arguably the most enjoyable thing they’d ever done, cramming gifts into stocking and pillowcases on the end of soundly sleeping children’s beds... This was one for the memories...

They were finishing St Peter Port in Guernsey as the first faint streaks of light appeared in the East and they headed back to Cardiff, weary but happy.

The first sight they saw was a much improved Kris Kringle stroking his reindeer up on the Plass. It had stopped snowing but everything was still covered in a blanket of white. Gwen peered over the edge,“it’s just so beautiful from up here...” she said, her voice hushed as Rhys squeezed her hand and the others nodded in agreement.

Myfanwy made a smooth landing and stood patiently while she was uncoupled from the sleigh, nuzzling into Kris’ hand as he fed her with her favourite dark chocolate. She made a soft clacking noise with her beak before heading back to her nest.

“Thank you all, so much...you’ll never know just how much this means to me...” Kris was beaming, tears sparkling in his eyes. He rummaged in his sleigh, returning with a small parcel for each of them. “A small token of my gratitude...” He hugged them one by one, finishing with Ianto, delving into his pocket to pull out a tiny pair of pale blue bootees. “You’re going to be needing these before we meet again...” his impossibly blue eyes twinkled as the Welshman’s mouth dropped open and he gazed from Kris to Jack, his gaze dropping to rest on Jack’s flat stomach before returning to Kris. The wise old man nodded...

Anything is possible...if you just believe... I’ll see you next year, Ianto Jones...and congratulations...

Jack?

Sweetheart?

You’re pregnant..?

Is that okay? We’re going to have a baby, Yan!

Jack?

Ianto?

C’m here! I love you...

Love you too...

 The team watched as the reindeer lined up into their harness and moments later they took off, vanishing into the distance.

Ianto flung himself into Jack’s arms and kissed him soundly as Rhys spread his arms wide, declaring loudly “Merry Christmas, everyone!”

Ianto leant back in his chair. “And that’s how Captain Coat and Coffee Man – and their friends – saved Christmas.” He looked around at his audience “So do you believe in Santa Claus?” He grinned as the children went wild, clapping and cheering and the parents nodded and joined in. It was loud and prolonged and Ianto was blushing profusely at some of the comments and images Jack was streaming into his head.

 Karen, the librarian, held her hand up for quiet. “I think it’s safe to say we all enjoyed that one! Now, last week’s picture winner was Euan Lloyd for his wonderful Wild West scene...” she presented a delighted Euan with his book voucher as Jack winked at him. “All last week’s pictures are displayed around the library with the winners in the entrance hall so do have a look...this week’s winners will have their pictures turned into Christmas cards later on in the year, so get drawing children and bring your Captain Coat and Coffee Man saves Christmas designs into us before next Saturday...

It remains for me to thank Mr Harkness-Jones as always, for sharing his wonderful stories with us...maybe we could persuade him to write them down so we could offer them in book form as well...” Ianto blushed at the cheering and resolved to give the idea some serious thought.

The crowd dispersed slowly, lively chattering and happy faces scattering to their different pursuits. Ianto congratulated Euan warmly and Jack clapped him on the back. “Well done, young man!” as Euan beamed proudly.

Jacqui laughed as her son bounced excitedly, “I won, I won, I won!” he chanted, waving his voucher in the air.

“So I see! You want to celebrate with lunch out? Bry can come if he’s allowed...” she glanced at Jack and Ianto who both nodded. “So, Pizza Hut boys?” She grinned as they cheered madly and, after Bry gave a quick hug to his dad, tad and little sister they charged out of the library. “Six thirty okay to bring him home...gives you time to rest your super powers if you need to...” Jacqui twinkled at them as Jack pressed a soft kiss to the side of Ianto’s neck and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Perfect..! Thank you...” Ianto grinned

 Jacqui headed out after the boys, calling “see you later...” over her shoulder. Jack and Ianto followed her out, strapping Amme into her pushchair before heading home. They gave her some lunch and put her down for her afternoon nap, watching as she fell asleep.

Y‘know listening to that story today...kinda made me broody...fancy practicing for a little brother or sister for our two..?

Ianto grinned and entwined their fingers before leading his Captain to their bedroom...

End
 

The adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man continue in the next prompt: Courtship Rituals:  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/42351.html
 

Believe the artist for that wonderful TW Saves Xmas picture is [livejournal.com profile] darklingwoods  [thank you G for the name] 

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Tissues and tall tales...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: An illness in the family sparks off a few memories... Words 7250

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] longliveianto  bingo prompt: Illness


X-posted Longliveianto, Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Considering I’ve never done family/children Janto fic before I seem to be getting into it in rather a big way...forgive the indulgence here! Also apologies for the gap in posting [and reading – not forgotten you guys, honestly!] but work has been utter madness - six weeks of stress packed into three and a half, plus my Head of Department has been off ill so I’ve been doing all that as well and there haven’t been enough hours in the day! However, there is now a light at the end of the tunnel...

Thanks to the wonderful talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*

Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  for her birthday  

 

Tissues and tall tales...

“Tad...Dad..!” Brychan burst into the room and dropped his school bag in the middle of the floor. “Euan’s going to Splashdown and his mum says I can go too...can I?” he paused for a burst of coughing, “please..?”

Jack glanced at Ianto who was reading a Princess Bella storybook with Ammeline on the sofa. “What d’you think? He’s been coughing a lot this week...”

“P-l-e-a-s-e Tad...I love the water slides...” the big puppy-dog eyes went into full mini-Jack mode and Ianto felt himself succumbing despite his misgivings about the state of their son’s health. He’s turning those big Jack eyes on me!

“I’m not sure it’s...” he started.

Pleasepleaseplease! I’m fine, Euan’s got a cough as well and he’s allowed...” the pout appeared briefly before Brychan remembered that he never did as well with that strategy so he turned up the intensity of his pleading gaze, swinging round to give Jack the full benefit for good measure!

You know you’re going to let him go!

I guess I just can’t resist that look...for anything!

I’ll remind you of that later when the kids are in bed...

The two men grinned and shook their heads minutely. “Okay!” they said together.

“Thanks Tad” Bry squeaked excitedly as he flung himself on Ianto, half squashing his little sister in his exuberant embrace. He wriggled out of Ianto’s hug and repeated the action with Jack who’d now returned to the kitchen where he was sorting out Ammeline’s tea.

Jack hugged him tight before ruffling his hair and swatting him playfully on his backside as he scampered from the room. Amme’s toast’s done, he sent, adding a gentle love you which was caressed softly and returned.

Moments later Ianto and their daughter joined him at the kitchen table, Jack settling her into her high chair as Ianto moved to the coffee machine to make them a mug each. They leant against each other and watched Amme munching happily on her marmite toast fingers, a tiny pot of fromage frais that she managed to smear half into her hair and half in her mouth, and finally crunch contentedly on a sliced up apple.

Ianto dug his phone out of his pocket when it beeped. He flicked it open and read swiftly as Jack began to clean their daughter’s hands and face with a baby wipe before handing her a beaker of juice.

Euan’s mum...apologising for not asking about Splashdown first, and for not stopping when she dropped Bry off earlier – she had to pick Ellie up from a netball match. Apparently Ellie’s going to the cinema with a group of friends – Jacqui’s one of the designated drivers so rather than go all the way there and back twice she thought she’d take the boys into the water park while the girls watch their film and then they’ll all go to Pizza Hut afterwards...

So we’ll be all alone after Amme’s had her bath and gone to bed?

Yep! You better practice those puppy-dog eyes!

Done! Tell her yes and thank you!

Ianto grinned as he tapped a reply and pressed send, another beep returning almost instantly. He chuckled as Jack sent him a full-on big eyes puppy-dog look followed by some decidedly interesting scenarios.

Whoa tiger! We’ve got things to do first!

Like?

Like bath and tuck our daughter up in bed, sort out our dinner and get Bry’s school stuff ready for tomorrow...

The pout replaced the ‘come hither’ look and a quietly grumbling Jack scooped up their happy chattering two year old and headed up the stairs. He was chuckling with her by the time he reached the top – until he checked on Bry’s preparations for his swimming trip to find the entire contents of his chest of drawers scattered far and wide over his room.

Yan – your son’s turned his room into a war zone...

Why is he always mine when he’s made a mess?

‘Cause you’re so much better at sorting him out than me! Anyway, I’m bathing our daughter... He felt the emphatic roll of his partner’s eyes and grinned. “Bry, Tad’s on the way up – he won’t be happy with the state of your room!”

“But I can’t find my swim shorts!” Brychan protested. “I’ve looked everywhere...”

“In your wardrobe, in your swim bag, ready from last time...now get this tidied or I might have to change my mind about you going...” Ianto said firmly, coming into the room quietly and making him jump.

“But Tad...Jacqui’ll be here in a minute...” the pout reappeared.

“Then you need to be quick about it, young man..!” he’s so like you Jack!

 But you love us and wouldn’t have it any other way!

Jack snickered at the further eye roll and tested the bath water, adding Lavender Baby Bath and splashing to make bubbles. He pulled the rest of Ammeline’s clothes off and tossed them into the hamper, smiling softly as he placed the little girl in the bubbles and dropped in a few of her favourite toys. He felt Ianto’s gentle caress of his mind as he shared the images of their happy giggling daughter as she squirted Jack with her plastic frog, dad and child having as much fun as each other.

The doorbell rang and there was an anguished wail from Brychan whose room was tidier but not finished. Jack grinned you great big softie as Bry hugged his Tad hard when he was allowed to leave the rest of the clearing up and the pair hurried downstairs to answer the door.

Euan’s twelve year old sister Ellie smiled at them “mum’s just turning the car round...” she said as Ianto handed Bry some money for his entry fee “...and you can spend the change if it’s okay with Jacqui...”

“Thanks Tad” He accepted a kiss and followed Ellie back down the path to where Jacqui was waiting at the end of the drive. She waved and waited until the two children had fastened their seat belts before driving off.

That’s one gone...

Amme’s almost ready for bed – just getting her jammies on and then I’ll read her a quick story...

I’ll finish Bry’s room and get his school clothes ready for the morning, then I’ll be in to say ‘night to Amme and then we can both start dinner...

Know what I’m having... the accompanying leer drew a chuckle and an instant tightening in Ianto’s trousers when he felt Jack’s hot breath on his neck as the older man started the seduction in his head and pressed feather light kisses to his skin...

You keep that up and it’ll all be over before we get anywhere near the bedroom! he gasped as a surge of heat rushed to his groin and he resisted the urge to give it some attention with the heel of his hand.

Jack grinned and retreated from his Welshman’s head, leaving Ianto’s skin tingling and his heart pounding. He hurried around their son’s room, anxious to get everything ready so he and Jack could enjoy some quality time...who knew that two children and a secret agency to run would take up so much time!

Shortly after, he joined Jack in their daughter’s pale pink and white bedroom. Jack was just finishing the tale of Tom and Pippo and the Washing Machine, one of Amme’s favourite bedtime stories, “...but I know he’s going to get dirty again because he won’t stop playing in muddy places!” he concluded and closed the book.

The two men smiled fondly at their little girl who was now fast asleep. They each pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Sleep tight, princess...” and they left, closing the door quietly behind them.

Seconds later they were in each others arms, mouths crushed together as tongues duelled excitedly and hands raked eagerly over clothing, tugging shirts from trousers to reach the warm flesh below... Ianto moaned into the kiss as Jack swept every contour of his mouth, every flick at those sensitive spots sending sparks of heat cascading down his body where they gathered expectantly in his trousers.

They broke off momentarily for much needed air, Jack growling “bed” into his ear as their minds swirled together without conscious direction, concentrating instead on the sensations of throbbing arousal and pounding heart beats, super sensitive skin and the pleasure of heightened desire from shared thoughts.

Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pulled him urgently towards their room where they fell onto the bed as their lips crashed together once more and he proceeded to kiss his young Welshman senseless. Ianto’s hands raked over Jack’s body, one settling in his hair, the other groping at the buttons on his shirt, expertly undoing them one-handed until his shirt hung open and he tugged the sleeves over his hands, dropping the unwanted article on to the floor. Jack’s t-shirt rapidly joined the shirt on the carpet and he groaned against Ianto’s pink, kiss swollen lips as the Welshman’s hands raked over his bare chest, fingers splayed to cover as much of him as possible until they settled on his nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers as they hardened under his touch...

Ianto pulled his mouth from Jack’s and kissed his way down his neck, pausing to suck at the soft skin behind his ear which drew a growl of want from his Captain’s lips before he continued across his throat and back up to capture his lips once more, the kiss hot and open mouthed as desire mounted. Fuck Yan, I want you so much... the images that accompanied Jack’s thoughts were wild and wanton and sent fiery waves of passion coursing through them to converge in their groins as they arched their bodies together.

Jack tugged impatiently at Ianto’s clothes strip...now!  he ordered, fumbling at the Welshman’s buckle, button and zip as Ianto shoved Jack’s trousers and pants down to pool at his ankles, held captive by his boots. Ianto swiftly unbuttoned his own shirt and dragged it over his wrists, flinging it aside with abandon as he lifted his hips off the bed to allow Jack to push his trousers down. They paused for a moment to kick off shoes, socks and the tangle of clothing around their ankles as Jack rolled them over to finish on top, pressing Ianto into the bed. He ground their hips together, smirking at the wanton moan that fell from the young man’s lips, then rolled off to lay beside him.

Ianto shuddered at the delicious sensation of warm breath huffing a trail through the soft hair on his chest, running down across his stomach and back up, teasing his nipples...he opened his eyes, his lust-darkened ones meeting the sparkling blue grey of Jack’s as he lay propped up on one elbow watching the reactions of his gorgeously aroused Welshman...

Ianto smiled, parting his lips as Jack leant down to kiss him, allowing the Captain’s tongue to explore the contours of his mouth, winding his arms around the older man to pull him in closer... His body responded with enthusiasm more Jack...please... Jack’s hand slid down his body, the touch light, sensual, the promise of pleasure tantalising... Ianto arched against the touch, tiny gasps of desire escaping against his lover’s mouth as he moved his hand slowly and his body quivered with delight...passion building, feeling it echoed in Jack’s head...

The kiss grew in intensity, tongues duelling, fingers of flame creeping across heated skin, nerve endings stretching, trembling... Jack’s hand moved faster, pulling back from the kiss to drag his tongue down the side of the young man’s neck, biting down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, sharing the twin sensations of pain and pleasure that shot through his lover, drawing a loud moan from those deliciously pink kiss-swollen lips...

He trailed his tongue lower, down his chest, through the soft hair, seeking out his nipples and grazing them lightly with his teeth, teasing, blowing, sucking as Ianto’s breath came in short gasps, his eyes closed and head thrust back against the pillow...

Jack retreated from the young man’s body, his hand motion stilling as he gazed down at his Welshman, delighting in the way he unravelled before him, totally open and unburdened, his hips canting off the bed to press against Jack’s hand...his eyes opened, they were full of love, passion and desire in equal measure... “...please Jack...” he whispered hoarsely, “...please...make love to me...”

Jack crushed his mouth to Ianto’s feeling the familiar leap of wonder and butterflies in his stomach as their lips touched...the young man fisting his hands through his hair as Jack fumbled under the pillow for the lube, the kiss hot and messy as their passion rose. Ianto moaned against his mouth as he felt a cool finger slide inside him, pressing back against it as it was joined swiftly by a second where they sought out that magic spot, brushing across it, drawing gasps of pleasure from his lips... jacjkjackjack echoing through their heads... Jack added a third and Ianto cried out, arching his body, thrusting against him only to whimper as they were withdrawn...

He devoured Jack’s mouth hungrily, nothing mattered but the touch of Jack’s hands, the feel of Jack’s lips and the simply fucking fantastic feeling as he pressed into him...he was so aroused he almost fell off the edge as soon as Jack began to move...panting hard against his Captain’s mouth he concentrated on the feeling of hot skin to hot skin...the way their teeth clashed and that intoxicating and heady scent that was Jack...

His body was on fire, every cell tingled with electricity and he felt the wild euphoria building as his release swept him away, shouting out his Captain’s name as he saw stars and he exploded on a wave of pure bliss...the feelings cascading through his lover and pushing him to his own climax so they flew together, shuddering through the after-shocks to slump in a post-orgasmic glow...

Jack brushed a lock of hair from Ianto’s forehead and gazed into his eyes...everything he was feeling was reflected in those shining blue pools, no need for words... He kissed him softly, their minds and bodies totally in tune as they slowly got their breath back...

Ianto curled into his Captain’s embrace, his body tingling pleasurably from head to toe... He closed his eyes...love you cariad...

Love you too...

Moments later they were asleep.

They were woken by an assault on the doorbell, the energetic pattern announcing the return of their six year old. Shit! Ianto sat up sleepily, his hair wildly dishevelled and glanced anxiously around the bedroom for his clothes.

Jack grinned as he dragged his trousers on, braces dangling down by his knees, his chest bare. I’ll go, you wake up a bit first... He planted a soft kiss on his Welshman’s mouth and scampered barefoot down the stairs, opening the door to an impatient Brychan who looked at his Dad with an all-knowing older-than-his-years quirk of an eyebrow.

“Hi dad, you were asleep in bed weren’t you!” he grinned up at Jacqui, “they do this sometimes...it’s because they’re old and they have to rest their superpowers...” he told her conversationally.

Jacqui received this information solemnly, controlling the urge to giggle as Jack waggled his eyebrows at her cheekily, her gaze noting the twinkle in his eyes, tousled hair and kiss swollen lips, coupled with the obvious lack of clothing... “Mmmnn, nice view...” the thought bringing a light blush to her cheeks as her mind supplied an array of interesting images.

Jack chuckled and winked at her. She blushed deeper and smacked him playfully on the arm “Stop it you!” she chuckled, “you’ll get me all hot and bothered! Anyway...” she added hastily before Jack could add any of his trademark innuendo and melt her brain completely, “...sorry we’re a bit late – Ellie was invited to sleep over so we called in for her school clothes and things first...”

His grin widening, Jack laughed, “we fell asleep af...” he broke off, “...work’s been busy...” by way of explanation, as Ianto joined them, his hair showing signs of hasty flattening and his lips equally pink and kiss swollen, his feet also bare.

“Hey kiddo!” he ruffled Brychan’s hair affectionately, “have a good time?”

“It was brilliant, Tad, the slides were so fast...”

“It’s a good job they both swim like fish! See you at the weekend Bry – you can come back after the story session if you like...” Jacqui chuckled as he bounced happily then yawned widely.

“Cool, thanks Jacqui...and thank you for taking me today...” he yawned again and leant against Jack’s legs.

“Okay young man, say goodnight and then off to bed.”

“G’night...”

The three grown ups watched as he walked slowly up the stairs, huge yawns floating back in his wake.

“Thanks for taking him, it was good to have a few hours to ourselves once Amme was in bed...” Jack draped an arm round Ianto’s shoulders and pressed a light kiss to his temple.

Jacqui smiled, “...my pleasure, now I’d better get Euan home before he falls asleep in the car” as Jack and Ianto waved at the face peering out of the car window, getting a sleepy half-wave in return. “Night Jack, Ianto...” she glanced back along the path to see them kissing softly in the open doorway, their hands framing each other’s faces. Hurrying to her car she slid into the driver’s seat as her brain supplied numerous hot images of the two handsome men...

It was long minutes later that Jack and Ianto surfaced from their sweet and tender kiss, closed the door and headed up to tuck their son into bed. He was coughing again but was soon fast asleep.

After a coffee and an omelette each for a belated dinner, Jack led Ianto back to their bedroom where they stripped quickly and headed to the shower in the en-suite. Pressed together under the steaming spray Ianto made love to his Captain, tenderly, with soft kisses and slow, deliberate touches as the water cascaded down on them, before they dried each other and slid under the covers to curl up sated and content in each other’s arms. They slept.

Ianto woke in the early hours to hear persistent coughing from Brychan’s room. Slipping carefully from Jack’s embrace, he crept into their son’s room. Bry was asleep but a single glance showed Ianto that he was far from peaceful. The six year old’s face was flushed and he moved restlessly on the bed, his quilt had been thrown off and was half on the floor. Ianto pressed a hand to his son’s forehead. It was hot and clammy. The boy stirred but didn’t wake. After covering him up again and checking that his glass of water was full, Ianto went back to his own bed, leaving Bry’s door ajar so he’d hear if he woke.

What’s up? Jack’s thoughts swirled against his own as he slid back into bed and was immediately wrapped back into Jack’s arms.

Bry. He’s been coughing and he’s got a temperature...

Do we need to call Owen? Jack was anxious, moving to sit up.

No, it’s just a cold I think. We’ll keep him off school today though, just to be sure... Ianto pulled Jack back down and turned to face him, capturing his mouth in a gentle kiss, lips warm and responsive under his own as he melted into the embrace. Kissing softly they drifted back to sleep.

Bry was still coughing, hot and restless when they checked on him at seven o’clock. I’ll go in today – got that scheduled call with HM and I need to go across to Flat Holm – you stay with Bry and I’ll be home as soon as I’ve done the essentials... I’ll see if Owen’s got any suggestions and I’ll drop Amme off at nursery on my way in... Ianto grinned you can play nurse... the accompanying images sending their own temperatures rising!

Ianto made coffee and prepared breakfast while Jack got Ammeline up and dressed and kissed them both goodbye shortly before half eight. Brychan was still asleep.

Once Ianto had driven away, Jack took his second cup of coffee and went to sit up in his son’s room. Ianto had left out the bottle of Calpol ready for when he woke, the pain killer for children would bring his temperature down and ease the soreness in his throat. He’d been sat quietly reading for about half an hour when the six year old stirred, coughing painfully as his eyes fluttered open.

“Dad...” he croaked, breathless from coughing, “my throat hurts...”

“I know...” he’s awake “here, sip this...” Jack helped him sit up and handed him a glass of water. Bry gulped some down and coughed violently as Jack hurriedly took the glass back off him.

Bry’s eyes filled with tears, “it really hurts, Dad...”

Jack squeezed his hand, “This’ll help...” he said as he shook the bottle of medicine with his other hand. Bry swallowed two teaspoonfuls and leant back against the pillows.

“Why don’t you or Tad ever get ill? Is it because you’re super-heroes?” He broke off to cough painfully.

Jack grinned and shared the question with Ianto, getting a chuckle in return. How’s it going at the hub?

Just done the call to HM, she’s more than happy with the updates and says there’ll be a garden party invite in the next week or so for her birthday – what do we buy the Queen of Great Britain for her birthday?

Huh? No idea!

Never mind – I’ll think of something! How’s Bry?

Coughing! I’ve given him the Calpol...

Hopefully that’ll make him sleepy...read him a story or something and he’ll probably nod off again. Make sure he drinks something though...

Yessir! The salute that accompanied the reply made Ianto smile as he prepared coffee for the team before he headed out to Flat Holm. He kept the link with Jack active, their minds nestled together comfortingly so they could share both home and work.

Jack plumped up Bry’s pillows and settled him more comfortably under the quilt. After another burst of coughing he repeated his question, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes puffy above dark circles confirming Ianto’s diagnosis of a bad cold... Chuckling, Jack grinned and leant back in the chair...

“We might be superheroes but even we get ill sometimes... There was this one time when Coffee Man was bitten by a nasty bug while we were searching an old abandoned warehouse. The signal was jumping all over the place so we split up to try and cover as much of the ground as possible. This bug was about the size of your bedside table and was flying at Tosh when your Tad pushed her out the way behind him...

Next thing I know and Tad’s on the floor with this huge alien insect on top of him. I felt his pain as it bit him – you know that we can hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions don’t you?”

“Yes and you can’t ever die...” Brychan rasped painfully, “those are your super powers...is Tad listening now?”

“Yes he is and he’s sorry he’s had to go to work...he wanted to be here with you....”

“Tell him it’s okay...what happened next?”

“Well, Uncle Owen was closest after Tosh and he stabbed the bug in it’s soft belly with a syringe of sedative...a medicine to make it go to sleep...and it just curled up into a ball like a giant bluey-green woodlouse. When he saw it was really asleep, Owen checked Tad over. He was shivering violently and looked so pale, even though he insisted he was fine – you know your Tad!

“Oi, tea boy, look at me! Where did it get you?” Owen tipped Ianto’s head up to shine a light into his eyes, noting the lack of focus and the sluggish reactions of his pupils.

“That’s Coffee Man to you...” Ianto’s voice was on the edge of being slurred, like he’d had just a little too much to drink, “and it bit me on my thigh...”

Owen grabbed at his belt buckle and swiftly yanked the Welshman’s trousers down.“In your dreams Owen!” The slurring was more pronounced now and his pupils had narrowed to tiny pinpricks of black Owen noted worriedly. As he examined the large puncture wound, Ianto’s eyes rolled in his head and he slumped in the medic’s arms.

“Ianto! Fuck! Jack, help me here, see if you can reach him – do that bloody irritating mind thing you two do...now!”

Yan...talk to me...don’t you dare leave me!

Cold...so dark and so cold...so alone...

I’m here sweetheart...I’m here...

Jack... he shuddered violently I bloody hate insects!

The Doctor told me about one time he regenerated after being attacked by blue spiders the size of sheep...that was way back though... He felt Ianto’s horror at the mention of the spiders, followed swiftly by a flash of hurt at the memory of Jack flinging himself at the big blue Police Box on the Plass.

Hey, I came back for you...you know that...you were all I thought off in that long dark year – your smile, your gorgeous Welsh vowels, the way your eyes sparkle when we...

I know... A pause. Jack..? Am I going to die? I’m so cold and it’s so dark...is this the darkness...is this what it’s like?

I don’t know, sweetheart, but Owen’s trying to find out...

Hold my hand...please...I don’t want to go into the dark on my own...

“That’s good...keep doing that....” Owen’s voice broke into Jack’s thoughts and he realised the medic had his poison kit out. “I’ve given him a shot of anti-venom and a sedative, but quite honestly, I have no idea what this is ‘till we get them both back to the hub. He glanced at Gwen who was comforting a sobbing Tosh, well aware that his girlfriend was blaming herself for Ianto’s condition as he’d pushed her out of the way. “Ladies, we need to get that thing back to the lab so I can see what it is... I’ll help Jack with Ianto...”

Jack stood carefully and scooped his Welshman’s limp body into his arms, heading for the SUV where he set him gently on the back seat before reluctantly climbing into the driver’s seat as Owen slid in beside his patient.

Tosh and Gwen followed them out, carrying the body bag they’d shoved the unconscious bug into. They dumped it in the boot and climbed in, Gwen up front, Tosh next to Owen, the medic squeezing her leg briefly. Jack screeched the tyres before they’d even closed the doors and they hung on, knowing his worry over his partner meant he would make the SUV practically fly back to the hub...

Mere minutes later they were laying Ianto gently on the table in autopsy. Owen shone his torch into the young man’s eyes, breathing a sigh of relief when they reacted automatically to the intrusion. “I think the anti-venom’s done the trick, but Tosh and I’ll do a work up on his blood...you know, the usual stuff, just to make sure. “Here...” he slid a cuff on to Ianto’s wrist, “this’ll monitor his vitals and feed the data directly to my monitors down here so you can take him back upstairs – your office sofa might be better than your cubby hole...just in case...”

“Is he going to die? He kept saying he could see blackness – that’s what I see – and he was cold...”

Owen shrugged, “He’s not dying as far as I can tell...although it would’ve been useful to know...”

“You’re still not killing him just to make sure he comes back!” Jack huffed indignantly, even though he knew Owen was teasing him in an attempt to lighten the mood. He gathered the Welshman back into his arms and carried him up to his office, setting him down gently on the battered sofa. Grabbing his greatcoat from the coat stand, he arranged it over the still form, tucking it in tightly around him. Then he knelt on the floor gazing down at the man he loved so very much, willing him to come round.

He reached out to his mind but it was a swirling void – nothing bad...just nothing...it was like he’d closed down... He stroked his fingers lovingly over Ianto’s forehead, then traced down his cute button nose and then around the outline of his mouth...those delicious pink lips that he loved to capture with his own so they moved sweetly against each other...

He frowned. Something was wrong...  His lips...they were turning blue... Panicked, Jack crushed his mouth down onto Ianto’s, filling him with his life force as his mind searched in vain for some sign of consciousness. So caught up in what he was doing, he didn’t notice when Ianto’s arms snaked around his neck and the Welshman began kissing him back with a vigour and passion that drove his blood supply south and he moaned softly into the kiss...

“Keep an eye on him I said – not snog his face off!”

Jack jumped as Owen snarked behind him, pulling back from Ianto’s mouth and suddenly realising that the young man’s arms were wrapped around him. He gazed into those crystal blue eyes as their minds reconnected and the rush of emotion filled him with a warmth that resonated from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes.

“Jack!” Owen sounded pissed now and even without turning Jack just knew that the skinny medic would have his hands planted on his hips and a scowl on his face. “You wanna tell me why you disobeyed my orders...”

“He was having trouble breathing...”

“Not according to my monitors...”

“His lips were turning blue...honestly..!” he protested, glancing down at the Welshman’s face, even though he knew his evidence would had been kissed away. “Owen, his mouth is still blue...”

Cariad, I’m fine...I feel fine...well maybe got a bit of a cold...

We’ll let Owen be the judge of that...

“Jack...Owen..?” Tosh called up from where her and Gwen were looking at her workstation, “you need to see this...”

I’m coming too...

Jack helped Ianto to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist as he guided him down the stairs to the main hub. They joined the others at Tosh’s workstation.

“What is it, Tosh?”

“We’ve found that bug – it’s a Maolosian Bhle bug – they’re nocturnal and their bite carries a powerful venom to paralyse their prey...”

“The anti-venom seems to have worked so far...” Owen moved across to Gwen’s computer and pulled up the results of the blood test, “Ah...we have a problem...”

Owen! What kind of problem?” Jack tightened his hold on Ianto’s waist, pressing him closer still as he felt the young man sag in his embrace.

It’ll be okay...I promise...

I’m scared Jack...

“The venom’s neutralised now, but as it was metabolised into his bloodstream it left certain anti-bodies and it’s going to take time for them to work through his system...there are a few side effects...” his voice trailed away.

“Exactly what kind of side effects?” Ianto leant heavily against Jack.

“Well, the blue skin colouring will take about a week or so to fade once it’s spread all over...”

All over?” Ianto’s voice was an anguished squeak.

It could be an interesting week... Jack sent in an attempt at light-heartedness, the variety of suggestive scenarios accompanied by a simple declaration of his love and a promise that they’d get through this...

“And you’ll also have to stay out of the light or you’ll get blisters...that’s why their skin is blue – it’s their camouflage against the night sky and hides their weakness from predators...”

“Are you sure about this, Owen? Is there anything else we can do?” Jack looked pleadingly at the usually acerbic medic who shook his head briefly and mouthed a sombre “sorry, that’s it...”

“Thank you Owen for your honesty...I’ll be fine and let’s face it, I don’t out that much anyway...not sure blue is really my colour, but I guess we’ll find out as the week progresses! Now if it’s okay with you, “he looked at Owen, “I need to make some coffee...” as the doctor nodded.

You want some help making the drinks?

Give me a minute...need to get my head around all this...

Ianto walked elegantly up to the kitchen, a picture of control until he was out of sight, his breath coming in heaving sobs as he leant against the worktop. The door opened and Jack came in, wordlessly drawing him into a tight embrace as he stroked his hair, whispering words of love and nonsense that he repeated like a mantra into the young man’s head.

Eventually Ianto’s sobs subsided and he managed a tiny smile as Jack tipped his face up to kiss him softly, his tongue seeking its mate to slow dance first in one mouth then the other... This wasn’t about passion or desire, just a need to be close and to reaffirm love and commitment...

They broke apart, foreheads resting together as they shared warm breath. “You know the blue Smarties were always my favourite...” Jack whispered into Ianto’s ear, the revelation teasing a muted chuckle at the thought of being compared to a child’s sweet. “You’re gonna be the most gorgeous blue Welshman in the universe and I’m going to kiss every inch of you...” he pressed a light kiss to the end of the young man’s nose. “Why don’t you make a coffee for the two of us while I kick the others out...”Cupping his cheek briefly, Jack left a still-trembling-but-better-than-he-was Ianto selecting beans in a well-worn routine that he found strangely comforting as his Captain sent the rest of the team home. 

Jack...thank you...

Welcome, sweetheart...love you...

You too...

Tosh wanted to say goodnight to Ianto and left protesting quietly as she was ushered out the door by an unusually tactful and thoughtful Owen.

They’re gone...

Ianto brought the mugs up to Jack’s office and even in the muted light the pale blue skin was noticeable...Jack thought it gave him an ethereal quality that reminded him of winter sunlight glinting on freshly fallen snow.

Ianto placed the mugs on the desk. What?

You’re beautiful...

I’m blue!

I like blue... He tugged the young man into his lap and captured his mouth in a searing kiss that had the Welshman seeing stars, his knees weak and senses blown. The coffee went cold as they lost themselves in each other. Some considerable time later, they surfaced long enough to slide down the ladder to continue without clothes and tangled around each other in Jack’s tiny bunk...

The next morning the blue was a shade deeper and Ianto found he preferred the shadows of the main hub to the brightly lit workstations and he made coffee by the subdued glow of the emergency lighting...

Owen had checked him over from top to toe, smirking at various points of the examination as he pronounced that blue made everything look smaller! Jack had cuffed the medic affectionately around the ear and informed him that blue seemed to add a certain je ne sais quoi to the proceedings, much to Ianto’s embarrassment, as he turned a delightful shade of lilac when his pale blue skin blushed.

Tosh had hugged him tight, coming to the shadows to talk to him about cataloguing the species and the effects of the bite into their digital archives... Gwen had dragged him, wincing, into the light to “get a good look at you” before he’d scuttled back to the shadows like a beetle bloody typical, I’m turning into a cockroach!

By day four the blue was a midnight shade and his skin held a lustre that made him gleam as he moved around the archives in the semi darkness. When walking through the main hub he wore dark glasses to protect his eyes and a hooded cloak over his suit as the light made his skin feel like it was bubbling under the surface.

A giggling Tosh and grinning Owen had presented him with a child’s toy light saber the day after he’d first worn the cloak and Jack had thoroughly enjoyed the Star Wars role play that night as they’d immersed themselves in fantasy use the force Jack..!

Day five saw the first signs that he’d turned a corner with his earlobes paling a shade lighter, although Jack claimed he’d sucked the colour out of them, and the whites of his eyes seemed a little less blue... Ianto was now heartily sick of being cocooned underground and yearned for the outside. Jack came in from a weevil hunt at three in the morning to find Ianto gazing longingly at the sky on the CCTV...

As they tumbled back into bed and he wrapped Ianto into his arms he had a sudden thought and grinned into the darkness, kissing his Welshman’s neck softly as the young man dropped into a restless sleep. Jack increased his shields by one point and thought through his plans for the following day...

While Ianto was making their early morning coffee, Jack rang Tosh, pleased to hear Owen’s dulcet tones as he sang in the shower in the background, and ran through his plans with her. Tosh suggested a few additions to his plan and they’d just finished thrashing out the details when Ianto reappeared in his hooded cloak and glasses.

Taking the tray of toast and coffee from him, Jack plonked it on the desk and wrapped the young man into his arms as their lips met and they kissed tenderly as their minds swirled pleasurably. Threading his fingers lovingly through his Captain’s hair, Ianto melted into the embrace and lost himself in the heady sensations of everything that was Jack and the world and all things blue faded away...it was just them, right here, right now...

The roller door siren announced the arrival of Gwen and they parted softly. Jack entwined their fingers and they sat in the semi-darkness of his office to eat their now cold toast and drink their lukewarm coffee. Tosh and Owen arrived shortly after and, after making and distributing the coffee, Ianto headed for the archives and the shadows that he felt comfortable in.

As soon as he was out of sight, Jack and Tosh got busy. Tosh downloaded what they needed from the internet and set to work, while Jack grabbed his coat and vanished in the Welshman’s Audi.

Ninety minutes later he was back with several bulging carrier bags which he carried up to his office. Tosh grinned and followed him, grabbing a memory stick from her workstation. She went into the office, closed the door and pulled the blind down. Gwen watched the proceedings with raised eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders and carried on with her reports.

Preparations completed, Tosh left Jack’s office smiling broadly. She stopped at Gwen’s desk and whispered in her ear. Gwen giggled and picked up her bag, skipping to the roller door before disappearing behind it. Tosh waited for Owen to come up from autopsy, they linked hands and they too left the hub, flicking the lights off on their way out.

Jack emerged into the gloom and carried his large tray down carefully, setting it on the neat pile of files at the side of Tosh’s work station. He pulled his i-pod out of his pocket and set it in the speaker dock on Gwen’s desk. Running back up to his office he returned with a desktop fan, a four inch square open box of smooth pebbles and a piece of alien tech that he set on the floor behind the two workstations. Finally, he shrugged into his coat and draped Ianto’s black wool half-trench over the back of Gwen’s chair. Satisfied that everything was ready he lowered his shields and reached out for Ianto’s mind...

Ianto...you okay sweetheart?

I’m fine...just filing...routine...

Can you come up? I need to show you something...and I’d actually really love a coffee..!

I knew there was an ulterior motive! Give me five minutes to finish this batch and I’m all yours...

Promises, promises...

Think yourself lucky that the others are still there or I’d have you stripped so fast you’d...

Yan, files, quickly...all that talk is...

Sod the files, I’m on my way...

Grinning inanely at the surprise he’d planned for his gorgeous blue Welshman, Jack stood ready with his multi-function remote control. As Ianto’s footsteps sounded on the stairs, Jack pressed his remote. Sounds of birds tweeting and the rustle of the wind in the trees filled the hub and the roof was suddenly transformed into a dusky pre-dawn state with the first pale vestiges of colour peeking up from the distant horizon. The fan began whirring, gusting over the box of scented pebbles to fragrance the air with that crisp, fresh, early sunrise sensation.

Ianto stopped in surprise, cariad?

You couldn’t go outside so I’ve brought the outside in to you... He strode over and took Ianto’s hand in his, leading him to the main workspace where the screens were all dark and without the projected half-light it would’ve been impossible to see anything! Ianto  gazed at the tray, the green turf edged in tiny plants to form an indoor garden on a large tea tray and he was rendered speechless, overcome with emotion that Jack had noticed his growing frustration with his enforced captivity and devised this wonderful plan to bring the outside to him...

A strangled sob burst through as he flung himself into Jack’s arms and their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, fingers tangling in hair, keeping him close...

Thank you cariad...this is perfect and it’s better than the real thing...

 Love you, my little boy blue...

Love you too...now take me to bed...

I was hoping you’d say that..!  as he led the young man to a pile of blankets...thought we’d embrace nature..!

They sank to their knees, mouths locked together, teeth clashing, passions rising, as they gave themselves to the moment...

Four days later, a very faintly pale blue tinted Ianto spread the blankets out under the trees at their favourite picnic site at the top of a steep hill before making love to his dashing and handsome Captain as the breeze tickled their skin and they revelled in the joys of simply being alive...

Jack grinned and leant back in his chair as he finished the story of Coffee Man’s blue illness and how Captain Coat had tried to make him feel better he’s asleep again...

Good! I’m on my way back from Flat Holm so I’ll be home soon...

I’ll have the blankets laid out in the living room...

End

 

The Adventures of Captain Coat & Coffee man continue in the next prompt... http://zazajb.livejournal.com/40969.html
zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: My confession...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: Jack ponders his feelings... Words 2350

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

A/N Someone asked me for this some time ago and I can’t remember who! If it was you, let me know and I’ll change this! Anyway, I was going to do Josh Groban’s Illuminations until I listened to the words of this and they took my breath away... Muse identified! Step forward the lovely [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  Glad you liked it love *hugs* xxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OhI1EhAQWI

A/N 1 More Captain Coat and Coffee Man in the next couple of days plus a few others...a bit of sunshine and the bunnies are hopping!

My confession

Jack leant on the railings outside his office and watched Ianto as he delivered the mugs of coffee and plates of chocolate brownie to the team. He didn’t look as though he’d narrowly escaped an untimely death at the hands – or teeth – of a particularly vicious male weevil less than two hours ago... In fact, apart from the bruise on his temple and the long claw scrape that ran down the side of his neck and disappeared into the pristine collar of purple Swiss cotton, there were no outward signs at all.

Jack’s heart hammered in his chest and he caught his breath as he realised just how perilously close he’d come to losing his precious Welshman. This was followed by the earth shattering realisation of just how precious he really was...and not just to the team, but to him...I have been blind...

Suddenly it was hard to breathe as his stomach took a body blow, driving the air from his lungs as his head was filled with the memory of Ianto’s prone body on the grubby alley floor with blood spilling down to soak into his shirt... Blinking those images away, his heart skipped a beat as Ianto turned to glance up – no doubt feeling the intensity of his Captain’s gaze burning into the back of his head! The young man gave him a tiny smile, curving the corners of his mouth...that gorgeous mouth that Jack loved to kiss until their lips were pink and swollen and their heads were spinning...

As Ianto vanished down the steps to autopsy with Owen’s coffee, Jack closed his eyes, images of their lovemaking that morning racing through his mind, that look blazing from Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes as they met his own...the young man’s love given freely and without condition...and he knew without question that he’d been hiding from his own feelings for too long...unwilling...to see the true love you’re giving...

“I almost lost you today...” he whispered to the empty air, opening his eyes to find them brimming with unshed tears...I have ignored every blessing... He turned and went back into his office, slumping heavily into his chair, knowing that today could have been so different if he’d been just a minute later... A tear slid down his face as he sent a prayer and a promise heavenward...I’m on my knees, confessing...a promise that he would change...

“Ianto...” he breathed...he needed to tell him...that I feel myself surrender each time I see your face... to tell him how he felt...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace... It was a feeling he’d hidden from, eons worth of barriers he’d constructed to keep his emotions locked away, to protect himself from the inevitable grief when they left him alone once more, their bodies turning to dust as he lived on... Ianto was different, somehow this quiet, perfect pinstripe clad young Welshman had managed to melt away his defences...and I feel my heart is turning – falling into place...

He brushed the tear away as Ianto reappeared from autopsy and made his way towards the stairs up to his Captain’s office, two mugs left on his tray. Hurriedly pulling a file from the pile stacked up in his ‘IN’ tray, Jack attempted to look nonchalant and immersed in his work as Ianto tapped lightly on the open door and came in.

Jack glanced up from his report and smiled in greeting. “What..!” as the young man’s eyebrow quirked and a grin spread across his face as he placed mugs and plates on the desk.

“Working hard are we...sir?” those delicious Welsh vowels sent shivers of desire down his spine.

“Yes I am...all afternoon!”

Ianto’s bottom lip quivered with amusement in a way that had Jack squirming in his chair, needing to adjust his trousers to a more comfortable position...

“It’s usual, I assume to have the paper the right way up to ease the reading of such important reports...” a breathy chuckle escaped those soft and sensual lips as Jack realised he’d been caught out and he grinned ruefully.

“Okay, you got me! I’ve been ogling my archivist for most of the afternoon and trying to decide if it’s quiet enough to send everyone home early so I can ravish him...”

Ianto’s endearing blush and the delighted laugh as he threw his head back, exposing his pale throat decided Jack once and for all and he reached out to drag the Welshman bodily into his lap, sliding one hand around the back of his neck and curling the other one around his waist as he captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss...I can’t hide, now hear my confession...

Ianto’s gasp of surprise was lost as he sank into the embrace, winding his arms around Jack’s neck to thread his fingers lovingly through the older man’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion, losing himself in everything that was just Jack...Their tongues swirled joyously together before each explored every contour of the other’s mouth... They broke apart long enjoyable minutes later, somewhat breathless, faces flushed and hair dishevelled and rested foreheads together enjoying the closeness and the stolen moment...

Jack tipped Ianto’s chin up and brushed their lips together lightly before pulling back to gaze into the young man’s eyes and immersing himself in the warmth of the love that sparkled in those deep blue pools. He tried to remember a time when his first and last thoughts each day had been about something other than this wonderful man in his arms...and failed... Ianto gave him meaning...gave him respite from the heavy burden of responsibility...Ianto loved him despite the decisions he had to make...knew that what they did could mean pain and loss in order to protect humanity...

He saw again the empty shell he’d become before, when the barriers he’d put up left him so alone...I have been wrong about you – I thought I was strong without you... He’d been so intent on waiting for the Doctor...for so long nothing could move me...and so embroiled in the bitterness and anger at being left behind by the one man who could give him the answers he so desperately craved that he’d become a machine without a heart...a man without a soul...for so long nothing could change me...

His eyes filled with tears as he caressed the Welshman’s cheek, closing the gap to capture his lips tenderly...reverently as he poured his love into the kiss...the love he needed to voice...now I feel myself surrender...each time I see your face... His arms tightened around the young man as they kissed hungrily, delicious tendrils of want creeping through them as blood supplies fled southwards.

They came up for air, panting softly. “Why don’t you go and wait for me downstairs while I send the others home – we’ve all done enough for one day...” Jack’s breath, hot on his neck, made Ianto shiver with desire and he slid off his Captain’s lap to move across to the ladder leading down to Jack’s bunker. He paused on the second rung, gazing at the older man with lust blown eyes and Jack was rendered speechless once more as he absorbed just how perfect the young man was...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace...

“I won’t be long...” he managed to gasp, before pushing out of his chair to give his team their marching orders for the day. Glancing back as Ianto’s head disappeared from sight, he couldn’t stop the contented smile that lit up his face – after so long alone this felt so right...and I feel my heart is turning...falling into place...

Leaning over the railings he gave them the good news, watching as Gwen and Owen practically ran in their eagerness to escape before he changed his mind! Tosh was slower to leave, setting her computer to complete running her programme overnight. Eventually she gave him a quiet smile and wished him good night. Jack heaved a sigh of relief when the roller door clunked solidly behind her. Alone...finally...

Returning to his office he stood silently by the open hole in the floor...Ianto was just a few feet away... Jack realised he was trembling...this was it...he was going to tell him...I can’t hide it, now hear my confession...

He slid down the ladder to find Ianto laying on his tiny bunk, still fully clothed apart from his jacket and shoes, his hands linked behind his head. Pausing by the ladder as he fought to control the butterflies in his stomach, Jack was overcome by the rush of love as Ianto turned to smile at him...you are the air that I breathe...I can’t live without him – this city, this life...is nothing without him...you’re the ground beneath my feet... How could he have missed this for so long? When did I stop believing?

“Jack..?” Ianto sat up and swung his legs to the floor, concern evident on his face “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath in, Jack moved across to his bed and sank to his knees to edge into the gap between Ianto’s legs, one hand sliding around the young man’s waist, the other cupped his face. “Nothing’s wrong...I’m just thinking how beautiful you are...” he whispered as he captured those soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss and the butterflies went into full spin mode, rising high into the sky to  dance amongst the stars...

Ianto’s arms snaked around his Captain’s neck as he sank into the embrace and opened his mouth to allow Jack’s tongue to explore... He wondered, fleetingly, what it was about Jack’s kisses that had him floating three feet off the floor as he lost himself in the sensation of everything that was Jack...

They parted, softly, sharing warm breath with lips just millimetres apart, heartbeats racing as the air around them tingled with the heady scent of desire and the promise of what was to come. Jack’s hands moved to loosen the perfect knot of red silk at his Welshman’s throat, tugging it from his collar and dropping it to the floor before his trembling fingers fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt...’cause I feel myself surrender...

Ianto closed his eyes and arched his neck, a low moan escaping as Jack’s lips pressed feather-light kisses to his skin as his throat was exposed, “Jack...” he protested hoarsely as the older man pulled back to gaze at him...each time I see your face...

Capturing his lips once more, Jack’s hands returned to the buttons on his Welshman’s shirt and worked his way down until he was tugging the fabric out of his waistband. He pulled back from his mouth, lips now deliciously pink and kiss swollen, so he could remove Ianto’s coffee bean cufflinks, placing them carefully on the bedside table, before sliding the shirt from the young man’s shoulders and dropping it to the floor alongside his tie.

His breath hitched as he ran his hands over Ianto’s shoulders and down his chest, spreading his fingers as they trailed down through the soft downy hair, pausing to tease his nipples until they hardened under his touch...I am staggered by your beauty... Ianto’s head was thrust back, his eyes closed and his breath a series of tiny pants between gently parted lips...your unassuming grace...

Jack’s mouth followed the trail of his hands, soft kisses covering every inch of pale skin, tongue and teeth teasing those jutting nubs of flesh until the Welshman was mewling and squirming... One hand on his chest, Jack pushed Ianto back so he was laying on the bunk, the young man’s eyes fluttering open as passion and desire reflected in twin pools of blue...and I feel my heart falling into place...

Hands now attacked buckle, belt and zip, tugging trousers and underwear down as one, adding them to the pile on the floor. Finally socks were dropped on top of the heap to leave Jack’s eyes sweeping his lover’s naked body with very obvious appreciation...I can’t hide it...now hear my confession...

Ianto whimpered...”Jack...please...” arching his body off the bedclothes, a low moan of pleasure replacing his needy plea as he was engulfed in the moist warmth of his Captain’s mouth... Jack reached one hand up to link with his lover’s whilst the other trailed backwards to tease the entrance to his body, feeling the tender flesh quiver beneath his touch, as teeth and tongue sent Ianto’s senses spiralling...

“Jack...stop...I want you...wanna feel you...” Ianto gasped breathlessly, squeezing their joined hands tightly...

Releasing him, Jack quickly shed his own clothes, scattering them wildly, and returned to the bed to crush their mouths together, tongues dancing a passionate rumba as they writhed together in the tiny bunk. Jack reached for the lube and expertly flipped it open one handed, coating his fingers before sliding first one, then a second into Ianto’s willing body, the young man moaning when fingertips brushed that magic spot and a wave of pleasure washed over him, pushing him ever closer to the edge...

“Now Jack...need you now...” he pleaded against his Captain’s lips, sighing with satisfaction as fingers were removed and Jack pushed in slowly, relishing the hot tight feeling of Ianto’s body around him. Moving slowly, eyes locked together, Jack made love to him...tenderly...bodies trembling as if it was that first time all over again, until they exploded together in blissful release and floated on wave after wave of exquisite pleasure...

Brushing a lock of hair off his Welshman’s sweat soaked brow, Jack gazed into his eyes, drowning himself in the intensity of emotion blazing from those beautiful blue depths...I can’t hide it...

He smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of Ianto’s lips...now hear my confession...

I love you, Ianto Jones...” he kissed him softly, “always you...only you”...now hear my confession...”I love you...”

End

 

 


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: With three words...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mention of team
Spoilers – set immediately after Meat TW S2
Summary: Jack, Ianto and the aftermath of that retcon refusal. Words 1800

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto, tw_classic, tw_proper, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple time]

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234  whose review of this episode sent my brain all-of-a-dither and it refused to behave again until I pinned this to the keyboard!

With three words

With three words Ianto’s world crashed down around his ankles.

Tight-lipped, his heart breaking...no – make that shattering into a million tiny pieces and his eyes suspiciously damp, Ianto watched as his Captain stormed into his office and threw himself into his chair. A momentary pause and then he leant forward to flick a switch on the CCTV.

Turning away, biting down so hard on his bottom lip that he tasted the coppery tang of blood, Ianto caught Tosh’s gaze. The pretty tech genius looked sympathetically at him and moved as if to approach. Forcing himself to appear nonchalant, the Welshman shrugged, turned on his heel and headed down to the sanctuary of his archives. Once there he slumped against the wall and let the tears he’d been holding back flow without restraint. He wasn’t sure if it was relief he was still alive after the man’s gun had jammed or anger that with three words Jack had effectively reduced him to the rank of part-time shag, only this time it was worse as he’d been publicly humiliated...

He closed his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the scene playing out in his head, the electric sparks that flew between his Captain...no – he wasn’t his Captain any more – and Gwen as they screamed at each other – her angry “I wouldn’t know any different...” to Jack’s anguished “...but I would...”

With three words, everything they’d built since Jack had been back was reduced to a pile of rubble more effectively than a demolition crew armed with a fleet of wreckers. Fresh tears fell as image after image raced through his brain as he searched for the clues that he’d misread Jack’s intentions...sharing hot chips leaning on the railings as they gazed over the bay, Jack sucking Ianto’s fingers clean as he’d forgotten to pick up any serviettes – the action intimate and sensual, the way their bodies fitted so perfectly together and the way his lips tingled deliciously from the heat of Jack’s kisses...

He struggled to control his tumbling thoughts that refused to be drawn away from the memory of Jack’s mouth on his, Jack’s hands holding him close, that spellbinding aroma that was Jack’s 51st century pheromones, that look in Jack’s blue grey eyes...he slid down the wall and hugged his knees to his chest as uncertainty and confusion continued to battle...

 

His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket absently, the action an automatic reflex. He grimaced at the sight of Jack’s name on the screen. Sighing heavily he opened the message...Ianto was all it said. He frowned, that didn’t make sense at all...but then, since when did Jack bloody Harkness ever make sense? Another beep...another message...please and then more beeps...forgive and finally it fell together...me...

 

Ianto fought the urge to swear loudly in very expressive Welsh and glared at his knees. How could Jack get to him so easily...he was angry with Jack he told himself sternly...don’t...just don’t... He sighed, who was he kidding? He loved Jack with a passion he’d never known existed and he could no more stop himself from loving him, than he could prevent the sun from rising... His phone beeped again...look at me...please?

 

The logical Ianto spent a few micro-seconds processing the fact that Jack was watching him on the CCTV, before he lifted his head slowly and turned his tear-stained face towards the camera in the corner of the room. He stared impassively at the blinking red light for a few moments before dropping his gaze once again to his knees.

 

A minute later his phone beeped its familiar pattern. Ianto opened the message...Ianto, please forgive me. I was an idiot!

 

“You can say that again!” Ianto muttered to himself, jumping violently when Jack detached himself from the doorframe and walked towards him.

 

"I was an idiot!” he said softly as he crouched down in front of the trembling Welshman and reached out a tentative hand to rest on top of the young man’s knee. “Can you forgive me?”

 “It was only three words, Jack, but they hurt me...”

 “I know...and I’m sorry...” he squeezed Ianto’s knee gently, encouraged when he didn’t move away. “I didn’t think, I just reacted when I thought my team was going to be split apart and despite what you think, we need her – she’s our link to the outside world, to a normal life with a flat and a fiancé and eating lasagne for dinner...

 I was scared today...scared because I almost lost you...when he had his gun to your head I couldn’t think of anything but what I would do to him if he hurt you...” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t lose you, Ianto...”

 Sighing, Ianto glanced at Jack through his eyelashes, watching his reaction carefully “you said you couldn’t lose Gwen either...your words, Jack...how am I supposed to feel?”

 Jack visibly sagged as his grip tightened on the Welshman’s knee, before he moved to take one of Ianto’s hands and fold it in between his “They’re her words, Ianto, you have your own...special words, just-for-you-words...words I should’ve given you a very long time ago...” He cupped the young man’s face tenderly and gazed into his eyes, “I love you, Ianto Jones...just you...only you...and...” His words were lost as Ianto’s mouth crashed against his own, the momentum knocking them backwards to stretch out on the floor, hands raking wildly through hair and over clothing, desperate to reach the warm flesh below as their tongues duelled wildly and teeth clashed, passion bruising lips...

They broke apart, breathing heavily. Wordlessly, Jack tugged Ianto to his feet, entwining their hands tightly and led him back up to the main hub and into his office, pausing only to kiss his Welshman hungrily once more before they slid down the ladder into Jack’s bunker.

Twin pools of blue blazed with fiery passion and feral desire as they undressed each other, staring  deeply into each other’s eyes as each layer was removed and discarded on the floor. Once they were naked Jack lowered his eyes, silently handing Ianto the lead. A tiny smile curved the corners of Ianto’s mouth and he traced the outline of his Captain’s lips lightly with his finger before kissing him gently, tongue flicking against the older man’s lips before it slid into his willing mouth to map every contour...

Without breaking their kiss, Ianto shuffled them backwards to Jack’s tiny bunk and they fell sideways onto it, arms tightening around each other as the kiss built in intensity, Ianto adding an edge of raw want and a need to possess and brand the other man as his own. Jack moaned against his mouth as Ianto ground their hips together and delicious spikes of desire radiated through them...

 

Rolling them over Ianto slammed Jack back into the mattress, his Captain arching his body up towards him as he devoured his mouth and tangled his hands painfully in his hair... There was nothing soft or gentle in his touch, the kiss bruising lips, red hot pulses of passion merged with the fiery intensity of primal lust and they thrust against each other, panting as Ianto broke their kiss and bit down on Jack’s bottom lip. He continued to use his teeth, scraping them down the side of Jack’s neck, knowing that the bruises would fade but the branding would be imprinted in their minds long after the physical marks had gone...

 

Jack moaned loudly as Ianto continued mercilessly down his body, marking every inch of him as the property of Ianto Jones, the intensity of the young man’s emotions were overwhelming and set his senses on fire, wave after wave of feral want tumbling between them... Jack gasped as he was engulfed in the heat of his lover’s mouth, tongue and teeth making him shudder with desire at the heady mix of pain and pleasure and he was trembling on the edge of explosive release when Ianto pulled back and slid back up his body to meet his gaze, the Welshman’s own blue eyes blazing with wild passion.

 

Ianto slid three fingers into Jack’s mouth, their eyes still locked on each other, breath coming in short pants. Jack sucked on them eagerly, want raging through him... Ianto pulled his fingers from his Captain’s mouth and crushed their lips together, hard and passionate, as his hand slid down to push in first one, then a second finger, brushing them over that magic spot, drawing soft cries from the older man as he prepared him roughly...

 

Still not breaking their eye contact, Ianto withdrew his fingers and pushed in slowly, Jack hissing at the slight burn, accepting it in the heat of passion... He thrust his hips towards the younger man, urging him to move...moaning loudly as he pulled out to slam back in, hard, almost brutal, then slowing to soft, gentle movements that had Jack mewling and squirming, begging for more... Ianto’s heart was pounding, the heady mix of control and wild desire was exhilarating as he slammed in again before returning to the soft and gentle thrusts, knowing he was driving Jack crazy, feeling his body craving release...

 

Ianto...please...need to...” Jack panted, in awe of how well the young man knew his body, knew how to take him right to the edge and back off, had him writhing and gasping, completely under his control, every touch like fire on his heated skin...he gasped again at the change in pace and his eyes rolled in his head as his lover’s hand pumped and twisted in time to his thrusts, finally exploding in unison, trembling violently with the intensity of their climax...before they slumped in a tangle of limbs...

 

Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair from Ianto’s forehead as their breathing slowed and they basked in the warmth of the afterglow as they came down from their orgasmic high. He pressed their lips, pink and swollen from their wild kisses, together tenderly as he gazed into his Welshman’s eyes, blinking the tears away at the depth of emotion that radiated from those deep blue pools, “I meant it, Ianto” he whispered, “I love you...”

 

Ianto smiled. With three words his Captain had put him back together again...

 

End

  
 


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Title: Lost inside of you: Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17l, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary:  Coda – Lost inside of you – the Sea Queen comes home [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 6800

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  – another long time wait...hope you like it sweetheart...

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 2    

They woke early the next morning and welcomed the new day with a wrestling session that left them both deliciously breathless, Ianto’s chest peppered with love bites and most of the bedding on the floor..! After a leisurely shower, Ianto got the coffee on and Jack started breakfast, his bacon sandwiches going down nicely with a glass of fresh orange and Ianto’s coffee. They were enjoying a tender kiss when Ianto’s phone beeped and he dug it out of his pocket when they came up for air.

 

“It’s from Scott. Do we want to have dinner with them tonight – he says nothing fancy but they’d love to cook for us...”

 

Jack grinned, recalling the comment about the hero-coat t-shirt. “Tell him we’d love to and see if they’re about this morning so we can show them the SeaQueen...” Ianto typed briefly and pressed send, a reply beeping back almost immediately.

 

“Great! John’s got to meet Gavin at midday so around till just after eleven” he read out. He glanced at his watch, “shall I suggest nine o’clock, then we can show them the boat, take them out for a short trip and make sure they can handle the controls...they might enjoy a session on the ocean wave...” He grinned as Jack streamed a slow motion replay of the previous night into his head and he reached out to haul his Captain across the table where he kissed him hard, his tongue mapping every crevice of the other man’s mouth, desire building rapidly...

 

We need to check that the boat house is...ready...”  Jack streamed into his head as they broke apart, somewhat breathless, hearts pounding. He tugged the Welshman out of his chair and entwined their hands just as Ianto’s phone beeped for the third time.

 

“Yes please, meet you at the jetty at nine... :D” Ianto read as he stumbled out of the door. “That gives us forty minutes to check everything’s in order...”

 

Jack grinned and moved faster, “plenty of time...” as they headed towards the jetty...

Forty minutes, and two very satisfying blowjobs, later they were greeting Scott and John. Scott had a wonderful sparkle about him and they noticed that John was very attentive, holding his hand or sliding an arm around his waist to keep him close... “Good night I take it?” Ianto whispered as he hugged his friend.

 

“You have no idea...I’m surprised you didn’t hear us..!” Scott chuckled into the Welshman’s ear.

 

“We took the boat out...”

 

“Ah...draughty I’d imagine?”

 

“That coat’s really warm...” They released each other, laughing, to the bemusement of their partners.

 

“Ready for the grand tour?” Jack grinned at Scott, adding, “see your creation finished?” as he led the way into the low shelter.

 

They ducked into the boat house and looked out through the tinted glass – they could see out but no-one could see in. There was a bench and various equipment hooks on the wall, life jackets and the berth itself was lined with buoys to protect the hull of the sleek black vessel. Several waterproof chests were set against the rear wall. These were security-code and biometric locked and would contain computer links, hand held scanners and other general Torchwood equipment that might be needed. A wall chart showed the shipping routes and other useful local nautical information...

 

John looked around, impressed. “Nice job, hon...” He pressed a soft kiss to Scott’s lips, suddenly dragging his partner round to the other side to point at a small plaque on the wall before grinning round at the others
Design by Scott Gill, 2010

 

Scott grinned delightedly, his attention more focused on the joins and finish of the build. He nodded, pleased, the builders had done it well.

 

“Shall we?” Jack hopped into the boat and held out his hand to first Ianto, then John and Scott as they all stepped into the gently rocking craft. Ianto and Scott sat back as Jack explained the controls to John, both men talking enthusiastically with much hand waving and loud laughter as the boat nudged out of the boat house and headed out into the Bristol Channel as the early morning sun beat down on them. John unzipped his heavy Abercrombie and Fitch knitted jacket and stretched contentedly, turning to grin happily at his partner, the sea breeze tugging at his hair. He looked beautiful, Scott thought...

 

Ianto nudged Scott, “love the t-shirt...he certainly does love his super-heroes!”  at the sight of the pale green tee with a colourful Captain America design emblazoned on his chest.  “Shall we brave their high spirits..?”

 

Laughing, they made their way up to join their partners as the boat leapt forward, bouncing happily over the waves. Once John had mastered the simple controls, Jack and Ianto left the other two men to it and sat back down at the stern, Ianto leaning against Jack’s warm body. Jack tipped Ianto’s face towards him and captured his lips gently, tasting the salt from the sea air as their tongues slow danced, first in one mouth and then the other, the Welshman turning in the embrace as his arms snaked around his Captain’s neck and their kiss deepened...

 

Jack’s arms tightened around Ianto’s waist, pulling him closer as one hand reached to tug his t-shirt out from his waistband so it could slide into the gap and reach the warm flesh below. Ianto moaned against his mouth as he leant into the touch, their minds swirling deliciously as love and desire shared centre stage in their heads... They barely noticed the engine throttling back as the boat came to a stop, followed by the sound of the anchor...

 

It was many long and enjoyable minutes before they surfaced, panting softly, lips just millimetres apart as they drew breath before their lips met once more and they gave themselves to the pleasures of their hot and sensual kisses and the slow re-enactment of their love making the previous night as it rolled out in their heads... Ianto gasped as Jack’s mouth pulled back from his own and moved to kiss his neck, teeth grazing lightly down the responsive skin...

 

 A large wave smacked against the hull and splashed over them, making them jump and they broke apart, suddenly noticing that the engine was silent. Glancing towards the wheel they smiled at the sight of John and Scott who were wrapped around each other as they lost themselves in sweet and tender kisses...

 

Now where were we..? as Jack slid a hand around the back of his head and pressed their mouths together once more, Ianto melting against his Captain to be kissed senseless...

 

Some considerable time later they broke apart, faces flushed and lips deliciously pink and swollen and gazed up to see the other two, looking equally debauched,  watching them fondly. They grinned at each other.

 

“Sorry to break up the party...” John was apologetic, “but I need to get back to meet Gav...” He retracted the anchor and fired the engine as Jack nodded. As John pointed the speedboat towards the shore, Jack tugged Ianto to his feet and they joined their friends at the wheel. Fifteen minutes later they were climbing out and heading back down the jetty to the beach, the four friends talking and laughing easily as they made their way towards their respective garden gates.

 

“Thanks for a great morning” John grinned at them. “See you for dinner...say seven o’clock? Don’t dress up, I’ll probably be lounging in my tatty old jeans, so comfort is definitely the order of the day..!”

 

Once back in the familiar surroundings of their kitchen, Ianto brewed some fresh coffee and they took it into the sitting room where Jack devoured his giant slice of chocolate fresh cream brownie from the previous day and Ianto nibbled on a couple of his favourite chocolate hobnobs. They enjoyed a lazy few hours until Ianto dragged his Captain outside to help weed the flowerbeds until it was time to shower and change ready for their dinner next door.

 

After a most enjoyable extended shower they dressed in clean jeans and casual shirts before Ianto picked up the bag with their drink offering – all the ingredients to make Vodka tonics for John and two bottles of Chablis that Ianto knew Scott liked, plus a few pack of Jumbones for the dogs...

 

An enticing aroma drifted out of the open kitchen door as they made their way past the pool and up to the house, where they were greeted by a volley of barking and some warm hugs from their hosts. It was a hugely enjoyable evening with delicious food, plenty of drinks and good conversation...the stories from John’s last tour bringing tears of laughter to their eyes and Jack’s mouth dropped open when John gave them a rendition of Living La Vida Loca from the set list, complete with gyrating hips and partial strip-tease..! The time flew by until, regretfully, Ianto glanced at his watch and hauled himself off the comfortable leather sofa, turning to drag his Captain to his feet...

 

“We’ve had a fantastic evening, thank you, but we all have very early starts tomorrow so we’ll say good night... They hugged warmly and headed back down the path. At the gate, Ianto cursed, “I left my phone on the table...” He dragged Jack in for a searing kiss, plundering his mouth as he tangled his fingers through the older man’s hair. Jack melted against him, his thoughts, hot and steamy, tumbling into the Welshman’s head.

 

Go get ready for me Jack...I want you naked in the middle of the bed with your eyes closed...got that... Jack moaned his appreciation, thrusting the rock hard swelling in his trousers against Ianto’s hip... I won’t be long cariad...as he turned and went back up towards their hosts’ back door. John met him by the pool, a huge grin on his face. He handed Ianto a bag and accepted a small bunch of keys in exchange.

 

“Have fun...” John’s grin lit up the night sky

 

“Yeah, you too...it’s all down there, ready...”

 

As Ianto locked the French doors behind him, grinning at the impatient I’m ready for you messages a naked Jack was sending him, John was leading a blindfolded Scott down the beach to the jetty, tugging the blindfold off to reveal champagne, strawberries and Jack’s neatly folded hero coat... Stepping down into the boat, Scott melted into John’s arms...

 

Ianto dragged his clothes off hurriedly I-a-n-t-o pleeeease bouncing into his head. He chuckled and pulled out the costume, slipping into it, already hard at the thought of what he was about to do...

 

You ready Jack? Eyes closed...no peeking okay...not ‘till I say you can look..?

 

Just get in here... Jack was trembling with anticipation as the bedroom door opened. Ianto opened the bedside drawer and placed the lube on the top, then pulled out the four silk ties he’d selected earlier. He tied each of Jack’s wrists and ankles to the four bedposts, his Captain keeping his eyes screwed tightly shut so he wasn’t tempted to sneak a peek! Bending over him as he knelt on the bed, Ianto leant down and crushed their lips together, his tongue driving possessively into the other man’s mouth where it duelled pleasurably with his own... Pulling away, somewhat breathless, he smoothed the mask down over his face...

You can look now Jack...

 

Fuck me! Expressive, but not unexpected given the shock!

 

Oh, I intend to...now you’re all tied up in Spidey’s little web...

 

Jack’s expression changed from startled to wanton as he gazed up at Spiderman, a huge smile spreading over his face...I’ve always wanted to have a super-hero...

 

 I know... He tugged off the mask and leant over, smiling around his mouthful as Jack moaned loudly and arched against him and he reflected with a grin that the past two days had been fun...with neighbours, speedboats and now super-heroes...

 

End

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Title: Lost inside of you: Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17l, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary:  Coda – Lost inside of you – the Sea Queen comes home [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 6800

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  – another long time wait...hope you like it sweetheart...
A/N 1 Too big for single post, so in 2 parts - hyper-linked at the end of Pt 1

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 1

Ianto pulled into their driveway and turned the engine off. I’m home, cariad... He smiled softly at the gentle warmth of his Captain’s mind nestled within his own and the declarations of love that flooded his head as he slid out of the car and opened the front door.

Walking into the living room his smile widened as he took in the panoramic views of the beach and the way the sun danced off the sea...this was something they’d never tire of as he shared the images with Jack who was still at the hub ploughing through his backlog of reports...

Entering their bedroom, he changed out of his suit and pulled on his battered old jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt and his Casmir Effect hoody before going into the kitchen. Pausing to start the coffee machine and lay out a tray of mugs, he headed down the garden to see how the work was progressing on the jetty. From where he stood, Ianto could see that they’d made tremendous progress since his last visit two days ago – the jetty itself was up and the protective ‘boat house’ for want of a better word was almost complete. He noted the particular workers and returned to pour their coffee, leaving one mug empty...no Joe today... He smiled, wondering if that meant Joe’s wife had had their baby...

Adding the biscuit tin to the laden tray, he made his way back down the garden and out of the gate towards the four men who turned to greet him enthusiastically. One by one, they claimed a mug and a couple of chocolate Hobnobs from the tin while Mike, the Foreman, ran through the progress they’d made since his last visit. “I think we’ll probably have it finished by tomorrow...” he said, “and I have to say it’s been a pleasure...a bit different from extensions and conservatories...and fantastic plans...”

Ianto grinned, thoughts of gentle blue eyes and a wind-swept mop of sandy hair flitting through his head. “Scott’ll be pleased to hear that...oh, any news on Joe’s baby?”

“Dana had their little boy yesterday...Gareth David...mum and baby both doing well...”

“Fantastic news, pass on our congratulations...” Ianto turned at the sound of excited barking and sank to his knees as two spaniels and an exuberant Jack Russell flung themselves on him, tails wagging madly. Captain Jack immediately began digging, showering him in sand...

Shaking his head, chuckling, Ianto hauled himself to his feet and waved as Scott appeared from his garden gate. Nodding at Mike, he went to meet the softly spoken architect and the two men hugged affectionately. “How’re you doing? The jetty’s looking good...” Scott released him and they wound their arms round each other as they headed back to the shore so Scott could have a closer look at his creation....

“Mike was just praising your plans...” Ianto told his friend, “and it should all be finished tomorrow so we can bring the SeaQueen home. If you and John are going to be around for a few days we could go out in her and once you know the controls, you can take her out on your own...a little love on the ocean wave.?!” He chuckled at the gentle blush and the twinkle in the other man’s eyes, feeling Jack laughing – and leering, knowing their own plans to christen both the boat and the boathouse at the earliest opportunity – back at the Hub as he followed the conversation...

Scott had a brief chat with Mike as Ianto collected the mugs and stacked them on the tray, before they headed back up the beach towards their houses, resuming their previous conversation as they went, the dogs streaking ahead of them.

“John’s home for about a week while they block the stage moves and he sorts out pictures and stories for his tour, then he’s back to the London house for another week of rehearsals and then he’s off all over the country for a month, starting in Oxford...I know he asked you and Jack to the Cardiff performance...”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world – I can’t wait to see all that energy up on stage and I want to hear him sing live – we bought all his cds...” His mind replayed watching Jack in his skin-tight white jersey boxers dancing round the hub as he bellowed out ‘Oh what a night’ when he thought he was alone  – after putting his shields up so Ianto couldn’t see him...Ianto’d had a wonderful time teasing his Captain for days!

Scott grinned, “John’ll be pleased and he’ll probably personalise them all with suggestive messages for you!” He rolled his eyes and a soft smile lit up his face as he thought of his larger-than-life partner.

They’d reached the midway point between their two gates now. Ianto shifted his grip on the tray so he could bend down to pat the dogs, his mind momentarily distracted by a gentle rift activity, gotta go, love you... suddenly streaming into his head as he fussed an enthusiastic Harris. He straightened up and steadied the tray. “You got time for a coffee?” he smiled fondly into the other man’s eyes, thinking not for the first time about how much the gentle mannerisms and steadfast loyalty of this man reminded him of Tosh...their lovely and wonderful Tosh...

“Yeah, that’d be nice! I’ll just stick the dogs inside and then I’ll be round...”

They parted and headed for their respective gardens. Once back in his kitchen, Ianto began sorting out the beans for the New York blend that Scott liked best, dumping the workman’s mugs into the dishwasher and was flicking through the post when Scott tapped on the glass doors. He waved him in and poured the coffee. “Biscuit to go with it?”

“Nah, I bought these instead...” Scott chuckled as Ianto’s eyes widened at the three giant wedges of fresh cream chocolate brownie in the thin cardboard box he pulled from behind his back. “I know how you both like these so I got a couple extra...”

Ianto grinned, about to share the thought with his Captain before he remembered he was out on a rift alert...he filed the thought away for later, leading the way into the living room where they put their mugs and plates down on the coffee table and dropped onto the soft leather sofas. They chatted freely and enjoyably about Scott’s work, the dogs, John’s parents – who were due to arrive the following week – before moving on to John’s upcoming tour.

“I don’t go to them all...always the first one, the last one and obviously, the Cardiff one...I also love going to the Royal Albert Hall – it’s such an amazing building...just alive with history and fantastic architecture...” Scott’s blue eyes danced as he enthused about the majesty of the building, before he broke off, laughing, “sorry! I get a bit carried away sometimes..!

Anyway, I’ll go to that one as well and maybe one or two others, depending on work, where he happens to be on my days off and whether or not he’s close enough to one of the houses to come home for the night... Once he’s on the road it’s a mad mad few weeks with most of the travelling done overnight so they have this huge tour bus...quite fun and the sleeping compartments are surprisingly comfortable with a bit of imagination!” he twinkled at the Welshman who spluttered into his coffee at the sudden images in his head – Jack was back and enjoying every bit of the conversation!

Ianto nodded as Scott leant across to make sure he was okay, sending get back to work messages to his Captain before putting his shields up one point – just enough to not distract Jack, without shutting him out completely...a happy compromise they’d discovered over the past few months...

Reassured that Ianto wasn’t choking to death, Scott continued his tale, concluding with a hilarious account of himself and John frantically attempting to get dressed again as Jenny ‘fabulous’ – one of John’s dancers – showed her parents around the bus, gradually getting closer and closer as they were both still butt naked! Jenny had fortunately spied a bare foot bumping against the curtain and had moved to the other end of the sleeping quarters to show them where she slept. “We abandoned any thoughts of dressing after that and went back to snogging – much more fun!”  Scott laughed with abandon as Ianto clutched his sides that were aching with his laughing so much.

“Now you see why it’s like living with a tornado! John has a way of lighting up the world and everything we do...you get to see a bit of that on his tour – he does a mix of songs and stories and photos... Last night he hooked out one of him in his Spiderman costume..!” he nodded at Ianto’s raised eyebrows, “yeah, he has his own Spiderman costume, Superman pyjamas and a wardrobe full of Captain America t-shirts...he adores super-heroes...give him time and he’ll get himself a shirt with Jack on it in that hero coat!!!”

Ianto chuckled, sharing that single thought with his partner, shaking his head amusedly as Jack preened in his office.

“I’m dreading what he’s going to say to go with the picture...he always tells stories of playing with his nieces and nephews – well he’s got such an active inner child himself! – but he likes to drop in comments for the grown-ups as well...it’s bound to be something about us tangling in Spidey’s little web or some other innuendo...but he loves it...” Scott paused to glance at Ianto, “You remember what I said that morning on the beach when I thought you were going to freeze your pretty little arse off?”

Ianto nodded, that conversation held deep meaning for him as it had been the realisation that he loved Jack enough to risk losing everything for the one chance it might bring him back... “I remember...every word...”

“I think you’ll see what I meant when I said I fall in love with him all over again when I see him on stage...he’s just so alive...”

They stared at each other, each aware of a deep and unspoken understanding of the other’s thoughts and feelings regarding their dynamic partners...

Ianto grinned and leant back, “so...tell me about the chaps, hot-pants and pink cowboy hat...” he chuckled and nodded as Scott blushed endearingly, “yep, we bought the last tour DVD as well...Rhinestone Cowboy..!”

The rest of the afternoon flew by, another coffee and much laughter later, Scott dragged himself reluctantly off the sofa. “I’d better go, I promised John I’d cook tonight - I haven’t seen him since Tuesday and I want everything to be just right for him...” he arched an eyebrow, “...so ignore any screams you might hear later!” He tugged Ianto into a warm hug, “thanks for this afternoon...been really good to spend time together...”

 Scott released him and they walked back through to the garden for a final look at the jetty – the roof was now on and it looked finished, although Ianto knew there was still work to be done on the inside of the boat house...

Scott headed for the gate, waving as he vanished from sight.

Grinning contentedly, Ianto went back inside, stacked the dishwasher, prepared some chicken for their dinner, dealt with the few bills that had come in the post and was busy sorting out fresh bedding when two warm arms wrapped themselves around him and he turned into the embrace to be kissed senseless before his Captain took him to heaven, one passion-laden kiss at a time...

Dinner was very late that evening...

The next two days were a blur of weevils, harmless space junk, a Graske running amok in the pick-n-mix sweet section of Wellworths – fortunately at night so the only witness was the night security guard - a rift returner who needed transporting and settling into Flat Holm, a mindless attack of graffiti on the Tourist Office and a proud moment that brought a tear to their eyes and a lump to their throats when His Nids took his first flight – not far – as an exasperated Peter chased him out of autopsy for the third time that day and after hopping the bottom steps, he suddenly spread his wings and sailed to the top, but definitely a moment for Ianto’s journal as they all cheered and spun each other round...

Now it was late afternoon and they were all wilting, in serious need of a caffeine fix, Ianto thought as he came up from the cells after settling in their latest new guest. He glanced across to where Jack was talking to Gwen and Lois. Once in the kitchen he began sorting out the beans for a refreshing Columbian blend...

You going to help me make the coffee?

 Ianto smiled as moments later his Captain crashed through the kitchen door and they fell into each other’s arms, weariness fleeing in the face of passion and need... Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as his lips were captured in a fiery kiss and Jack did that thing with his tongue...it made his every nerve ending tingle and he floated on a wave of euphoria, lips warm and inviting, hands threading lovingly through hair as the world faded away – it was just them...right here...right now...

They staggered backwards until they met the wall, Jack pressing his Welshman back against it as he ground their hips together, the red hot desire that coursed through them drawing a growl of want from the Captain as they broke off for much needed oxygen...

Ianto took advantage of the brief moment to spin them round, slamming Jack into the wall as he crushed their lips together and plundered his Captain’s mouth, passion building rapidly.  Jack’s moans of pleasure were swallowed up as Ianto’s tongue took control and explored every inch of his mouth possessively, the young man’s hands moving so one caressed Jack’s face and the other tangled in his hair... Time stood still as they lost themselves in the embrace, Jack’s arms closing tightly around the perfect blue pinstripe-clad warm body, arching his back as his groin reacted to the heady sensations of being kissed to within an inch of his life...

They broke apart, breathing heavily and rested their foreheads together as their rapid heartbeats slowed and they relished the stolen moments. The last forty-eight hours had been brutal, with many of the alerts coming during the night and they’d resisted calling the team in, instead, charging from one side of Cardiff to the other as the rift spat out one thing after another...

“I needed that...” Jack breathed against Ianto’s ear, the almost touch of his lips sending trails of goose bumps down the Welshman’s spine and a fresh surge of heat to his groin. He groaned softly as Jack thrust his hips forward and twin arousals strained at the restrictive confines of their trousers. .. I want you...now... Jack’s thoughts swept enticingly across Ianto’s brain as his tired body screamed yesyesyes and it was with deep reluctance that he slid out of his partner’s arms and moved back to the coffee machine to pour the coffee for the troops, sending a gentle sorry as the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and nestled his chin into the Welshman’s shoulder...

After adding milk and sugar to those who needed it, Ianto reached into the cupboard to pull out a couple of boxes of Tunnock’s teacakes, chuckling at Jack’s sigh of appreciation as he added another box of the plain chocolate ones his Captain was particularly fond of, his smile softening at the heart-felt I love you so much...that washed over him, sending a delicious warmth that cascaded down from his head to his toes.

I know! Now you have to let me go so I can take these downstairs...

Ianto turned his head and their lips brushed lightly before Jack released him and opened the door, almost stumbling over His Nids as the tiny dragon pressed against his legs. Jack grinned and scooped him into his arms, rubbing the creature’s tummy so he purred loudly. Moving across the upper landing, Jack stopped just outside his office and watched fondly as Ianto dished out the drinks and sweet snacks.

Lois beamed as the Welshman handed her the ‘World’s Number 1 PA’ mug they’d given her for her last birthday – the mug had been filled with champagne truffles and an all-expenses-paid five star long weekend break at the Hilton with a West End show thrown in...their way of showing their appreciation for everything this amazing young woman had done. “Thanks, Ianto...ooh, teacakes..!” as she took two and set them down by the side of her workstation.

Gwen nodded and mouthed a silent “thank you” as she listened to Andy on the other end of the phone as the Welshman then disappeared down into autopsy where Peter was elbow deep in some weird crustacean that had been one of the many ‘rift gifts’ of the past two days.

“Thanks Ianto, one of each, please?” he said cheerfully as his ‘Hospital property – do not remove’ mug was placed on the dresser next to Owen’s battered old Gremlin’s alarm clock that had been rescued from the rubble – the clock didn’t work any more, but it was a treasured reminder of the acerbic medic... Ianto nodded and added one milk and one plain chocolate teacake to the shelf before heading back up the stairs and then up to his Captain who was still watching him with that smile on his face – the smile that told Ianto he was loved beyond his wildest dreams, that what he and Jack had was rare and precious and was worth every second of the pain and suffering and loss they had endured...

Now he intended to spend every day of his vastly extended life by his Captain’s side – be it chasing weevils, wading through slimy marshlands after some intermittent rift signal, stood on a lofty rooftop as they watched the sun come up over the city they protected, or writhing together in the wild highs of passion...  He blushed as Jack’s thoughts focused on a variety of different ways of achieving those highs and his hand was grabbed as soon as he was within reach, the older man taking the tray from him before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss and he melted against the man he loved with all his heart...

Glancing up, Gwen smiled as she watched them, tapping out a brief message on her keyboard to both Lois and Peter before sending another to Jack and Ianto. When they came up for air and Jack reluctantly returned to work, he found Gwen’s email effectively kicking him and Ianto out of the hub for the next thirty six hours for some well-deserved down time... Yan...time to bring the SeaQueen home...

Ianto grinned happily as he slid into the Audi’s driving seat, following Jack’s progress in his head as he strode through the lower level passageways to where their speedboat, SeaQueen, was currently moored – well technically it was SeaQueen II as the first had been sacrificed in an explosive encounter with a giant alien jellyfish... I’ll meet you at the jetty... he sent as he pulled out of the underground car park, the current song on the CD player bringing a chuckle to his lips as he got another flash of Jack dancing with abandon in his underwear...

Jack was waiting for him in the boat house when he finally made it through the traffic and the roadworks and hurried down the garden onto the beach, pausing only to grab the bottle of champagne from the fridge and a couple of plastic tumblers. He scampered along the jetty and ducked into the low shelter, grabbing Jack’s offered hand for balance as he stepped down into the boat where he was wrapped into a passionate embrace and their lips met in a frantic kiss, the desire and feral want from earlier springing back to the surface...

Ianto moaned as Jack’s tongue swept the contours of his mouth, exploring with possessive intent before returning to tangle sensuously with his own, their hands groping at each other’s clothing as they scrabbled to reach the warm flesh below...

The boat rocked gently on the swell as Ianto’s eager hands pushed his Captain’s coat from his shoulders, then slid off his braces and began unbuttoning the blue cotton, pushing it off, before he tugged Jack’s t-shirt from his trousers and pulled it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor of the boat... Those hands ran over the smooth lines of Jack’s shoulders and across his chest, fingers spread to reach as much of his lover’s skin as possible. His fingers paused to tease Jack’s nipples, feeling them harden under the touch... Their eyes locked on each other, love blazing from twin pools of blue, the feelings intensified by their entwined thoughts and shared sensation...

 

Ianto’s hands slid down past Jack’s waist to fumble with the buckle on his belt, then the button...pausing briefly to brush against his Captain’s hot arousal before sliding the zip down... He sank to his knees to remove the older man’s boots, then socks, finally sliding his trousers and underwear down to leave him naked. He gazed up at him and smiled...a mix of love, passion and desire and as he drowned in the intensity of his beloved Welshman’s gaze, Jack knew that he would never love anyone as much as he loved this amazing young man...

 

Kissing his way back up Jack’s body, Ianto crushed their mouths together in a head-spinning, spine-tingling kiss as Jack’s hands scrabbled at his Welshman’s clothes, dragging them off him with desire fuelled urgency and they kissed and moaned, hot pulses of feral want raging through them...kiss following delicious kiss until their lungs began to burn and their lips were pink and swollen... 

Ianto took a shaky breath in, attempting to slow the rapid pounding of his heart, to regain some feeling of control over his limbs after the knee-melting encounter with his Captain’s lips...he could never get enough of Jack’s kisses –  they were like nectar and fire and dynamite all rolled into one and he wanted to drown himself in the spellbinding aroma that was just Jack...to be possessed...taken...it was intoxicating ...exhilarating...

Jack...I need you...now...

His moan was lost against his Captain’s mouth as Jack’s hands slid down his hot flesh and one closed around him while the other danced backwards, brushing the entrance to his body as Jack set up a slow rhythm, designed to tantalise without bringing release. Ianto arched into the touch, his body trembling as Jack tore his lips away and latched onto his neck, grazing his teeth over the soft skin, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, where he worried the tender flesh and sucked it into his mouth to leave a bruise, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body echoed in his own.

 

He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body in front of him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire reached fever pitch, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Jack...please...

 

Ianto whimpered as Jack’s hands and lips were removed from his skin, suddenly bereft as his body cried out for their return... Jack brushed their lips together, the softest of touches that sent shudders through the young man, before he was turned round to lean over the wheel as Jack reached for the lube he’d thoughtfully placed on the instrument panel. The boat rocked as the swell increased beneath them and Ianto grabbed the wheel, moaning softly as a cool finger slid into him. He pressed back against it, a gasp escaping his lips as Jack’s finger found that magic spot

 

More...please Jack...I need you...

 

Jack pressed gentle kisses down the Welshman’s back as he added a second finger and then a third, Ianto’s moans rising in volume as he turned his head to meet Jack in a messy open mouthed kiss that swallowed up the sigh of satisfaction as the fingers were removed and Jack slid into him until they were joined as one in mind and body. They broke their kiss as Jack began to move, Ianto meeting his every thrust as he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

 

Their movements became more frantic as they spiralled towards the bliss of release, tendrils of pleasure building resolutely in intensity, sweeping through them as every nerve ending tingled with electricity...so close...Jack, touch me...I want to feel your hands and lips on me...

 

Ianto’s orgasm cascaded through him and he cried out as Jack wrapped a hand around him and pumped firmly, at the same time as he sucked hard on the soft skin at the back of his neck, the exquisite shudders of pleasure that flooded his Captain’s mind and the clenching of his muscles sending the older man spiralling into oblivion with him and they floated amongst the stars. They slumped together against the instrument panel, sweat slicked skin cooling rapidly as they came down from their orgasmic high...

 

Jack pressed gentle kisses against Ianto’s back, before turning him round to capture his lips tenderly as he flooded his head with total love and devotion, the Welshman melting into the embrace as they lost themselves in the moment. They broke apart as the boat lurched sideways and they stumbled, grinning from opposite sides of the hull. Ianto shivered, goose bumps peppering his flesh and he reached for his clothes...

 

Not yet... Jack smiled, that same smile as earlier in the hub, and picked up his coat, holding it open for the young man to slip into as he smoothed the heavy fabric over his shoulders just like Ianto did so often for him, steering him gently towards the rear seat where he pushed him down and kissed him tenderly...

 

Jack reached into a locker and tugged out a soft fleece blanket which he draped around his own shoulders and then undid the mooring ties to cast off. He fired the motor and eased the sleek black craft out of the boat house and out towards the open sea. When they were about half a mile from the shore, he cut the engine and let down the anchor, moving to the rear of the boat where his Welshman sat smiling. He’d retrieved the champagne and tumblers from the tangle of their clothes and handed the bottle to his Captain who popped the cork and poured them each a glass.

 

They touched their tumblers together to toast their boat, the new jetty and the simple joy of being alive and together...no words necessary, just pure emotion as each felt the other in their head... Jack leant back and opened his arms, Ianto snuggling into them as they settled down contentedly to enjoy the feel of the boat moving with the swell of the waves as they shared the rhythmic beating of their hearts and the warmth of their embrace, kissing sweetly as they watched the sun dip slowly below the horizon.

 

It was dark and the sky was full of twinkling stars when they finally tied the boat up in her new home and pulled their clothes back on for the short trek up the beach to their house. Once inside they went straight to the shower where Ianto showed his Captain just how much he’d enjoyed the christening of the SeaQueen, with gentle touches, hot tongue-tangling, toe-curling kisses and plenty of bubbles... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other before they slid under the quilt and wrapped their arms around each other, kissing softly until they drifted into sated sleep.  

 

on to Part 2 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/36358.html

    


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Title: In your arms
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set immediately after Countrycide S1
Summary: Nightmares of the events in the Brecon Beacons leave Ianto needing comfort.... Words 3350 Warnings: mild horror

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: scared; night, corner, raindrops ‘I’ll promise to look after you”

This is for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted ...wish I was closer... Thinking of you with love *hugs tight carefully, mindful of migraine* 

In your arms...

It was two days after the Brecon Beacons and some of his bruises were starting to turn into spectacular displays of yellow and green amongst a backdrop of black and blue, all standing out starkly against his pale skin. His cracked ribs hurt and he ached from head to foot. He moved carefully and painfully around the hub but was doggedly determined to do his job.

 

At least the team were now treating him as a human being rather than a leper – not that he had blamed them after...after Lisa...the dull ache reverberating in his chest was nothing to do with the cannibals... He shook his head minutely and pushed the thoughts away. Time for the final round of coffee... Slowly ascending the stairs he felt the stare fixed on his back and he glanced out the corner of his eye to find Jack watching him intently... Jack...just looking at him made his heart beat faster...

 

Snatches of memories from his suspension flitted across his brain – Jack holding him close as he cried, Jack kissing him softly, tenderly, soothing away the hurt, even if only temporarily...Jack looking at him like he could see right through him, deep into the confused and tortured heart of his tangled emotions...

 

His body cried out for Jack, to be held and kissed...and more...his rational mind wanted to hate him for killing Lisa...for ruthlessly setting Myfanwy on the woman he loved...but she wasn’t that woman - he knew that now, so it was ok not to hate him...but it was wrong to want him...like that... His Tad’s voice echoed in his head “sodding poofter had it coming...” as he read aloud a story in the local newspaper of the brutal murder of a young gay man...This kind of want was wrong...but it didn’t feel wrong...it felt right..he wanted it...wanted Jack...the battle in his head waged onwards...

 

With a start he came back to the present, realising that Jack was now looking concerned... He gave a tiny smile and turned back, resuming his slow climb to the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing he leant forward against the worktop and covered his face with his hands, biting back the sobs that threatened to engulf him.

 

Lost in tortuous thought, self loathing and general despair, he didn’t realise the older man had come to find him until a warm hand was placed gently on his back and he jumped, grunting as red hot pain shot through him in protest at the sudden movement. He turned slowly, trying desperately to ignore his heart thudding double-time and the spikes of desire twitching in his groin...

 

“Hey...” Jack spoke softly, “you ok..?”

 

Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, so just nodded, not meeting Jack’s eyes, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop it from trembling...

 

Gentle fingers tipped his chin up so he could meet the worried gaze in those endless blue grey eyes, his worldly-wise Captain seeing at a glance that all was not ok... He folded him into his arms, encouraging the young man to rest his head on his shoulder while he stroked his hair...”it’s going to be ok...I promise to look after you...” he whispered.

 

Ianto leant against the warmth of Jack’s body, giving in to the little voice at the back of his head and snaked his arms around the older man, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt and breathing in the scent that was uniquely Jack. He sighed deeply and pressed closer...

 

“Better..?”

 

Ianto mumbled incoherently into Jack’s shoulder, tightening his grip despite the pain in his ribs. Somehow when he was with Jack nothing else seemed to matter...he felt safe...he closed his eyes, letting the weariness wash over him...

 

They remained still for long minutes until Jack pulled back, gently, not wanting to hurt the young Welshman. He brushed his lips lightly over Ianto’s. “Coffee...then home – get some rest...ok...” Releasing him, he stepped back and watched as Ianto poured out the coffees, adding cream and sugar to those who needed it and placing a plate of chocolate biscuits on the tray before picking it up carefully, wincing as pain shot through him.

 

Jack watched him limp down the stairs then hand out the drinks and biscuits. Tosh accepted hers with a smile and quiet thanks, glancing up from her work to make eye contact, Gwen nodded her thanks, also with a small smile and Owen grunted a gruff “thanks, tea boy...” without looking at him... He was almost at the top of the steps from autopsy when Owen called out, asking about his pain levels, offering both pain relief and sleeping pills... Ianto thanked him, declining both...

 

Finally, he took Jack’s coffee to his office and set it down on the desk, turning and colliding with the Captain as one attempted to leave the office and the other entered at speed... Ianto gasped as his body protested wildly at the impact and he staggered into Jack’s outstretched arms... “...back again so soon..?! Not that I mind..!” he leered at him, drawing a blush across the young man’s cheeks as he attempted to wriggle away...before Jack could feel the hardness in his trousers.

 

“....see you tomorrow...sir...”

 

Back home at his flat, Ianto stood under the shower, feeling the warmth of the water soothing some of his aches and pains. He closed his eyes and ran his hands gingerly over his chest, bubbles from the shower gel disguising the welts so he could almost make believe it had never happened...he hadn’t been tenderised...hadn’t had a meat cleaver at his throat...he shuddered violently as waves of nausea ran through him, his eyes flew open in an attempt to escape the visions of horror in his mind...

 

Jack...think of Jack...how he’d held him and soothed him and gently bathed his wounds...how his eyes had shown a vulnerability only recently discovered...after Jasmine and the faeries...a Jack who could hurt, who could question his actions even as he knew they were the right ones...a Jack he wanted to spend more and more time with...a Jack he was falling for... His hands had settled in his groin, absently stroking, as his thoughts had turned to his Captain and he realised he was rock hard...this was starting to become a habit...as he increased the motion of his hand, gasping his release after an embarrassingly short space of time...

 

Sliding under his quilt he closed his eyes and was grateful when exhaustion-inspired sleep claimed him...

 

He was dreaming...he was back in that dingy stinking cellar, there was blood everywhere and someone was laughing-a cold hysterical laugh that filled him with terror... Tosh, he needed to save Tosh...he tried to roll over but his hands and feet were tied...he fought against the rope binding him, feeling it bite deep into his flesh, finally managing to turn round... A scream froze in his throat as he came face to face with Tosh’s severed head...it was her blood he was laying in...he’d failed...she was dead and now it was his turn...the meat cleaver swung in an arc high above him as a hand grabbed hold of his hair to pull his head back, exposing his neck...

 

He jerked awake, shudders of horror shaking his body and a layer of sweat beading on his skin...he could still feel the cleaver, ice cold against his neck and his fingers flew automatically to brush against the scab that had formed over the cut on his throat...

 

Ianto climbed out of bed on shaking legs and staggered to the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet, retching painfully as he’d eaten nothing since breakfast. He turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, scrubbing his body roughly to rid himself of the sensation of Tosh’s blood coating his flesh... As the water ran cold he climbed out and dried himself, cleaned his teeth and dressed in his suit...his flat felt oppressive and threatening...he had to get out...so he might as well go to work...to the hub...to Jack...

 

It was 2:40am and Jack had just returned from a spell on the roof of the Millenium Centre to clear his head, taking in the chill of the night air as he turned his face up to feel the soft caress of gentle raindrops on his skin...he loved this planet and its eco-systems...

 

Now he back was in his office, reluctantly reaching for the pile of files that he’d ignored earlier... The roller door grated open and Ianto stepped in. He was pale – aside from the bruises- dark shadows under his eyes and he looked so vulnerable... Jack jumped from his chair and practically flew down to meet him, folding him into his arms and stroking his back...

 

“...nightmare...Tosh...too late...dead...so much blood...” his body shook uncontrollably.

 

Jack held him tight, whispering in his ear, soothing and calming, finally loosening his hold so he could pull back enough to press a tender kiss to the young man’s lips. Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair and kissed him back, wildly, passionately, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s mouth, pressing his body hard against him...

 

“...make me forget...please Jack...” he gasped when they came up for air, reaching his hand down to press against the hot bulge in Jack’s trousers...”I need you...sir...please...”

 

Jack pulled back and looked searchingly at him. “What do you want..?”

 

“You...everything...but I’ve never...” his voice trailed away uncertainly, the blush rising across his cheekbones.

 

“I could just give you retcon..?...if you want to forget...”

 

“No, Jack...I want you...” He buried his face in the older man’s shoulder, suddenly very aware that he’d actually voiced his desires...what if he said no..?...what if he couldn’t do...it...right?...what if..?

 

Jack silenced his fears with a kiss so full of passion it made his head spin and he moaned against his mouth, his body aching with longing. When they finally pulled apart he was light-headed and breathless, his lips tingling... Wordlessly, Jack took his hand and led him to his office then down to his cubbyhole where he pressed him up against the ladder to kiss him into oblivion once more.

 

Ianto was weak at the knees when they resurfaced and he held on tight, gasping...

 

“...ok so far..? We can stop any time you want...” Jack whispered, breath hot against the Welshman’s ear, sending tiny shivers down his spine...

 

Arching his body against his Captain so he could feel his arousal straining against his trousers, Ianto pulled him back for another hot and messy kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on Jack’s hips. They came up for air, Jack pulling back to look deep into the young man’s eyes, checking before he went any further...

 

Blushing at the close scrutiny, Ianto gave a tiny smile as they both reached towards the other’s clothes, Ianto sliding Jack’s braces off his shoulders before his shaking hands began unbuttoning his shirt...Jack running his hands upwards under Ianto’s jacket to slide it off his shoulders where it fell to the floor, before slowly undoing his waistcoat and then loosening the red silk at his neck, keeping his eyes fixed on the younger man’s... He pulled the tie from his collar and dropped it to the floor, following it with his waistcoat, before reaching towards the buttons on his shirt...checking again before he continued.

 

Ianto had run out of buttons on Jack’s shirt and he pushed it off the older man’s shoulders, then, with hands that shook, he tugged the undershirt out from his trousers, hesitating, he bit down on his bottom lip nervously...

 

Jack smiled encouragingly and cupped the Welshman’s face, stroking his cheek softly with his thumb, before resuming his careful unbuttoning of his shirt, slowly revealing his chest with its soft covering of hair that had Jack itching to run his hands over...He reined himself in, not wanting to rush the young man...

 

Ianto took a deep breath and slid his hands under the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt, his hands trembling as they made contact with the warm body beneath...he let out a sigh and ran his fingers up his Captain’s back, relishing the feel of his soft skin. Emboldened, he pushed the t-shirt up and tugged it over Jack’s head, dropping it to the floor before running his fingers over the older man’s smooth chest, desire raging through him.

 

Wrapping the young man into his arms, Jack slid his shirt off where it joined the rest of their discarded clothing. He pressed his mouth to those soft and sensual lips, their tongues dancing as they explored each other, feeling the shudders that shook the Welshman’s body and the soft moans that escaped him as they kissed...the feel of skin pressed to skin sending their senses soaring...

 

Ianto tangled one hand in his Captain’s hair, the other pressed in the small of his back, keeping him close as he was kissed with a passion that made his head swim and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation that was Jack...coming up briefly for air before sinking back into exhilarating kiss after kiss...finally pulling apart, gasping, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, knees weak...

 

“...you ok..?”

 

mmmnn...” Ianto nodded, incapable of coherent speech, his senses blown...

 

Jack moved them to his tiny cot and pushed the young man gently until he was lying back, his heart pounding frantically, those delicious pink lips parted...

 

Jack quickly toed off his boots and socks as he untied Ianto’s laces and slipped off his shoes and socks, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved back towards the Welshman and carefully slid in beside him, their bodies pressing together in the restricted space. Jack kissed his mouth tenderly before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck, feeling him trembling at the touch. He continued his trail of kisses across his throat, stroking his fingers reassuringly through the young man’s hair, before moving down...

 

Ianto’s breath became a series of tiny gasps as Jack’s tongue explored his chest and teased his nipples, gently grazing his teeth over the nubs of flesh, feeling them harden under his attention...his body shook with desire and he moaned softly...

 

Sliding back up to reclaim his lips, Jack’s hands moved to unbuckle Ianto’s belt, tugging it out of the loops and dropping it over the side of the bed, before returning to the button on his trousers, feeling the young man’s breath hitch as he slid down his zip and eased his trousers and boxers down to join the heap on the floor... Pulling away he gazed into Ianto’s eyes...checking...seeing his own desire reflected in those shining blue pools...

 

Shuffling backwards in the confined space, Jack quickly shed his own trousers and underwear before he resumed his exploration of Ianto’s body, reaching one hand out to entwine with the younger man’s as he kissed his way down across his stomach, moving lower... He paused to glance up before moving any further – Ianto’s eyes were closed, his body arched off the bed and his gorgeously kiss-swollen lips were parted, tiny sighs escaping him as his body quivered in anticipation...

 

Jack lowered his gaze and blew softly over the tip, drawing a wanton moan from the Welshman’s lips that turned into a strangled gasp as Jack took him into his mouth, rolling his tongue and lightly grazing with his teeth...feeling Ianto writhing beneath him, his hips bucking, heart hammering in his chest as his senses swam...

 

Ianto gripped Jack’s hand tightly as he lost himself in delicious sensation never before experienced – his body was on fire, white hot tendrils of pleasure coursed through him and tingles stretched from his head to his toes...this was way beyond pleasure...the waves of exquisite release building slowly, gathering pace until they burst through and he came, crying out Jack’s name as he arched his shuddering body and his eyelids fluttered, all movements totally beyond his control...

 

Moving swiftly back up his body, Jack crushed his lips to Ianto’s, sliding his tongue into the young man’s mouth so he could taste himself as they kissed...lost in post orgasmic bliss, trembling through the after-shocks as his body slowly returned to normal...

 

When they pulled apart to draw breath, Ianto opened his eyes to find himself gazing into Jack’s sparkling blue grey ones, a gentle smile on his lips, “...you ok..?”

 

“...that was...just...fucking amazing..!” he gasped and he tugged Jack back for another kiss, tongues tangling lazily, until they ran out of air and broke apart panting.

 

“...you had enough...or you want to carry on..?” Jack pressed his body against the young man’s, his own arousal nudging against his stomach...

 

A brief look of trepidation flew across the Welshman’s face, to be swiftly chased away as he reached for the older man, “I want...you...everything...” He arched against his Captain as his lips were claimed in a kiss that took his breath away and he was wrapped in a tight embrace as Jack rolled over to finish on top of him...

 

Kiss followed kiss as Jack reached into his bedside drawer to retrieve the lube, flipping the lid he coated three fingers, sliding his hand down to brush over the entrance to Ianto’s body, stroking gently, feeling the young man shudder involuntarily, then freeze as he pressed the tip of his finger inside... He pulled his hand away instantly as the Welshman’s eyes flew open in alarm... ”...you want to stop..?” his voice was soft, gentle and he smiled reassuringly...

 

“...no...I want you...it’s just...” fear mingled with desire...

 

“...I know...relax...concentrate on the sensations...and we’ll stop...all you have to do is say...at any point...” his voice was cut off as the young man crushed their lips together and thrust his body towards his Captain...

 

They lost themselves in the kiss as Jack resumed his gentle stroking, pressing a finger in slowly, preparing him, angling to brush that sweet spot to draw a startled gasp from his young lover, adding a second finger and then a third, kiss following kiss as Ianto writhed and trembled beneath him, moaning with every brush of that magic spot...

 

Removing his fingers, Jack coated himself in lube and pressed in slowly...gently...pausing when Ianto hissed, their eyes locked on each other...   “...that feels amazing..!” Ianto gasped, thrusting his hips impatiently...

 

Jack moved slowly, deliberately, wanting this first time to be extra special, memorable... speeding up when the young man met his thrusts, pushing up towards him as blissful, indescribable sensations flooded his body...multiplying when Jack reached for him, pumping in time to their movements...

Ianto reached up, pulling the older man down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, every cell in his body tingling with electricity as he hit his second climax and he cried out against Jack’s mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, driving Jack to his own release and they shuddered in unison, finally collapsing in a tangled heap, panting hard, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow that radiated through their bodies.

 

They lay there, kissing softly...”thank you, Jack...” Ianto mumbled into his neck as his Captain folded him into a warm hug...

 

Reaching into the drawer for wipes, Jack cleaned them up and urged the young man under the covers, before sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around him. “...how do you feel now?” he whispered softly against Ianto’s ear.

 

Ianto snuggled in closer, “...safe...I feel safe...in your arms...” his eyelids fluttered shut as Jack kissed him gently and tightened his hold as they drifted into contented sleep...

 

End

 


zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Welcome home...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers : TW KKBB
Summary: Jack’s back and Ianto’s determined to welcome him home. Words 2470

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time. I don’t own the Doors or the song either!

A/N For [livejournal.com profile] wanda1969 who wanted the song Touch me, sung here by the Doors http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PECk9A-07Pw
  and a strong Ianto. Hope you like it *hugs* xxx

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

 

Welcome home...

“I came back for you...” he met Ianto’s gaze, the minute flicker of something giving him the tiniest glimpse of hope... The Welshman quickly quashed the look, suspicion replacing the warmth in his eyes... Jack swallowed, “...all of you...” he added hastily...

Before they had time to examine the where’s and why’s of Jack’s absence John Hart was upon them - with his cluster bombs, his swagger, his paralysing lip gloss and slightly smaller wrist strap that he compensated for with a much larger ego... Ianto hated him on sight...and that was before the shit hit the fan...

He found himself on the fifteenth floor of an office block with his Captain, looking for a canister full of radioactive material, Jack chattering inanely about office fetishes and photocopying his butt...

“The rift was active at these co-ordinates roughly two hundred feet above ground...that means this floor or the roof...” he cut across Jack’s falsely cheerful monologue, busying himself with checking the layout of the floor.

“How are you, Ianto?” The question took him by surprise and he rattled off a non-committal reply before he could be tempted to demand answers to all the questions that pounded in his head...

“All the better for having you back sir...” it sounded pathetic, even to his ears and he waited for Jack’s snarky comeback...

But Jack wasn’t done surprising him yet, a tentative “...can we maybe, like drop the sir now...I mean, while I was away...I was thinking...maybe we could...you know...when this is all done...”

Ianto resisted the urge to stand and stare open mouthed at this nervous and unsure version of his dynamic Captain, instead pacing in a small circle, avoiding looking in Jack’s direction as he continued,

“...dinner...movie..?”

Blinking, Ianto finally looked at Jack, “...are you...asking me on a date?” incredulous and needing to clarify this most unexpected, but welcome if he allowed himself to admit it, turn of events...

Jack took a deep breath, “interested?”

Ianto allowed himself to meet Jack’s gaze, seeing uncertainty lurking in those blue grey depths...this was new... He stuttered, thoughts whizzing at nine hundred miles an hour, before finally managing to give a garbled reply, “....um...er...well...as long as it’s not in an office...” muttering in an undertone, “...some fetishes should be kept to yourself...” as he turned away to start rummaging through the nearest ‘in’ tray...

“Look’s like we’re gonna have to go through every drawer, bin and plant pot...” Jack laughed self consciously.

Crouching down, Ianto took control – of himself and the situation, promising himself that he’d sort his head out once they’d found this bloody canister...fuck John Hart... “Ok, I’ll do this floor...” he threw a glance at Jack, “...don’t want you getting over-excited...” as the older man winced visibly, “and you take the roof...” He paused, “...you’re good on roofs...” Hurt swept across Jack’s face and Ianto immediately felt guilty for twisting the knife. He turned away, expecting a bitter retort, instead hearing Jack’s footsteps moving towards the door...

He swung round, the words leaving his lips before he had a chance to stop them, “Jack...why...why are we helping him?”

“He’s a reminder of my past – I want him gone” the raised eyebrows and frank expression leaving the Welshman in no doubt that this was the truth...and he dared to hope, just a little...

Jack pushed open the door, pausing to glance back, “By the way...was that a yes?” and there it was again, that uncertainty...a vulnerability that wasn’t there before...it was...endearing and just a little heartbreaking...

“Yes...” whispered...” and then “Yes...” with conviction, nodding, as he set about the task in hand, missing Jack’s tiny smile as he headed to the roof...

Ianto replayed the conversation in his head several times as he searched the office systematically, his search interrupted by another encounter with Hart...fuck John Hart, serial bastard...I really want to kill him...

Now, several hours, last minute rescues and explosions later, they found themselves checking into the St David’s Hotel and Spa in an attempt to avoid themselves... He ignored the surprised looks and warning frowns from his colleagues as he placed his hand over Jack’s and amended the booking to three singles and a double...his eyes fixed on Jack’s as the sparkle of tears was blinked away rapidly by his Captain...

Jack handed out room keys, “...go on up, I’ll just sort out some dinner, or room service and some clean clothes for us all...” his hand lingered as he passed the door-card to Ianto, the warmth of his skin sending minute shivers through the young Welshman.

They headed to the lift for the fifth floor, silent until the doors pinged closed behind them. “You weren’t going to do this again..!” Owen hissed in Ianto’s ear...

“This is different” Ianto insisted, turning to face his friend, “he’s different – I don’t know what happened while he was away, but he’s hurting...broken...and...”

“...you’re going to fix him I suppose!” Owen snarked, his trademark sarcasm covering the genuine worry he felt, remembering all those late nights listening as a drunken and wounded Ianto poured out his feelings when Jack had first left them. Tosh and Gwen exchanged glances but said nothing, watching both men carefully. “If his Doctor couldn’t fix him, what makes you think you can?”

“He asked me out on a date...”

Stunned silence met that revelation, the two girls smiling at the conviction in the Welshman’s voice.

“Fuck me!” Owen’s reaction was expressive and true to form.

Ianto grinned, “Thanks...but I’ll decline if you don’t mind...that’s rather what I had planned for Jack..!” He reached out to squeeze the acerbic medic’s shoulder, “I’ll be fine – I’m not the same little tea boy I was when he went away...” he smiled round at them fondly, “...you all watched me break and helped put me back together again...and I know you’re concerned, but I know what I want – and that’s Jack...”

Owen grinned and ruffled the young man’s hair, “You’ll always be the tea boy, even if you are all grown up now!” he quipped good naturedly, “...just keep the screaming down to a minimum as I’m in the next room!” he added as the lift doors pinged open on their floor.

In the corridor the girls hugged him briefly and they all went into their rooms. Ianto closed the door and glanced around the large airy space, tastefully turned out in cream and burgundy with a bureau and chair, two armchairs and a small table in an alcove by the sliding glass doors that led out onto a tiny balcony, a TV, mini bar and the usual array of wardrobes and drawers. A door led to the bathroom, with a bath, shower cubicle and twin sinks, complimentary toiletries and fluffy white towels, along with two thick white towelling robes that hung on the back of the door.  

He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up before going back into the bathroom to turn on the shower. While it warmed he removed his clothes and folded them neatly on one of the armchairs before sliding under the hot spray. The water pounded on his skin, washing away the tensions and grime of the day as he soaped his hair and body with the lime and ginger fragranced bath products. Finally clean and refreshed he turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another to dry his hair.

He was stood gazing out across the bay through the glass doors, absently rubbing his damp hair when the door opened and Jack came in. He looked worn out, his eyes dull and missing the sparkle of old. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his beautiful Welshman, water droplets running down his pale skin, trickling through the light covering of soft hair on his chest, to soak into the towel around his hips...

“Ianto...” tears filled his eyes as he reached a trembling hand out tentatively towards the young man.

Ianto turned and opened his arms, smiling softly when the older man hesitated, come on, come on, now touch me baby as Jack threw himself into the embrace, wrapping his arms around his Welshman and squeezing tightly as if he never wanted to let him go...

Ianto held him, pressing light kisses to his hair, forehead, neck...any part of him that he could reach as his Captain sobbed in his arms. When Jack’s body finally stopped shaking, Ianto pulled back enough to tenderly brush the tear tracks away, gazing into the older man’s eyes, love and forgiveness blazing out of the Welshman’s crystal blue depths... He stroked his thumb over Jack’s cheek, smiling as he leant into the touch, the needy whimper dying away as the young man captured his lips to kiss him sweetly.

Breaking apart, Jack ran his fingers lovingly through Ianto’s damp hair, “I’m so sorry...” he whispered, “...sorry I left...but I came back for you...”

Ianto pressed a finger to Jack’s lips, “...I know...” Jack’s eyes widened at the understanding and wisdom in his young man’s gaze ...can’t you see I’m not afraid... His defences came crashing down as he realised that he’d lost his heart to the man in his arms, the man he’d come back for, the man who held him so tenderly...who forgave him...who loved him...now what was that promise that you made... 

He tangled one hand into Ianto’s hair while the other slid down his back to press their bodies closer as he crushed their mouths together, tongues seeking each other hungrily as they each reacquainted themselves with the taste of other. They moaned into the kiss as desire spread through them, Ianto scrabbling at his Captain’s clothes, eager to reach the warm skin below.

They broke apart, panting, and staggered to the bed, Ianto pushing the older man down firmly, their eyes locked together as he slowly removed his coat, slid down his braces and unbuttoned his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders. Tugging his t-shirt over his head, he flung it away, now I’m gonna love you...till the heavens stop the rain... capturing his lips fiercely as he kissed his Captain into oblivion, Jack’s body arching against the younger man’s as his trousers and boxers were pushed down and Ianto tossed his towel away...I’m gonna love you...till the stars fall from the sky for you and I...

Jack lost himself in blissful sensation as Ianto pressed his lips to every inch of his body, hot skin to hot skin, mewling when the young man paused, his mouth hovering over his sensitive flesh, Jack’s eyes pleading...touch me baby...

“I’m gonna take you to heaven...” he murmured as he engulfed Jack in the moist warmth of his mouth, slipping easily into the familiar pattern of tongue and teeth, Jack’s moans rising in volume as his fists tangled in the sheets and he felt the telltale signs of his release approaching...gentle waves of euphoria that started in his toes and rose inexorably through his body until he exploded, crying out Ianto’s name and floated amongst the stars...

He tugged the young man back up to kiss him, tasting himself as their tongues danced and they melted against each other. They came up for air, Jack gazing into Ianto’s eyes, giving himself completely to his beloved Welshman can’t you see that I’m not afraid... “...make love to me Ianto...please...make me forget...” what was that promise that you made...

Ianto slid his arms round Jack’s neck and pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss as Jack surrendered to his Welshman’s exquisite mouth and his body responded eagerly. I’m gonna love you...till the heavens stop the rain... Jack was squirming, pushing his hips against Ianto’s, the sensations as their arousal rubbed together was driving him wild with desire. As they came up for air, Ianto began trailing light kisses down the side of Jack’s face, pausing to nibble his earlobe before working his way down his Captain’s neck and throat, biting gently, sucking on the sensitive skin and moving lower to run his tongue over Jack’s nipples, teeth closing over the nubs of flesh, teasing and worrying them until Jack was moaning with pleasure.

It was exhilarating and powerful and Ianto felt charged with erotic energy and a hitherto unseen confidence. I’m gonna love you...till the stars fall from the sky for you and I... He continued his trail of kisses down Jack’s body, the older man tensing with anticipation as he worked his way lower and lower. Jack’s breathing was rapid, his face flushed with desire and he shuddered with every touch – he’d never been so aroused or so aware of Ianto’s mouth and the feel of his hands on heated skin.

Ianto smiled, feeling Jack’s body arch up to his own as he reached one hand down to work a slow rhythm designed to tantalise without giving release. He licked and sucked his way down his Captain’s responsive body, returning to kiss his lips every few minutes. Jack was shuddering with every touch, his hands balled into fists, thrusting his body up towards Ianto’s, eyes closed, lips parted as he sighed and moaned...I’m gonna love you...

Urging Jack onto his side, Ianto reached into the drawer where he’d dropped the lube and poured some into his hand before slipping a finger inside him, slowly adding a second and then a third, pressing towards that spot, Jack moaning loudly as the fingers found their target. “…now, Ianto…please…now…” Ianto turned his head to capture his Captain’s mouth in a fierce kiss as he pressed in slowly, resisting the urge to ram him senseless, instead matching his hand momentum until neither could hold back any longer and they thrust wildly until they exploded together in blissful climax.

They collapsed in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs, kissing softly as they came down from their orgasmic high. Ianto urged Jack under the covers and wrapped him back into his arms, stroking his fingers gently through the older man’s hair until his eyes closed and he drifted into exhausted sleep. Pressing a tender kiss to his forehead he whispered “...welcome home Jack...” before closing his eyes to join his Captain in peaceful slumber.

End



 


zazajb: (always)
 

 

Title: Not my time...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – set mid S2
Summary: A weevil hunt goes wrong... Words 1450

Warning: angst

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Anguish; disrupt, print, blood, ‘Press there, as hard as you can bear!’

A/N 1 For Jedi_harkness and everyone else who loves that coat

 

Not my time…

“Owen…get down here now…Ianto’s hurt Jack cradled his Welshman’s head on his lap, stroking his hand tenderly through his hair, “…stay with me…Ianto…stay with me, sweetheart…” he attempted a reassuring smile as the young man’s eyes fluttered open, “…you’re gonna be ok…Owen’s on his way…” He linked their fingers together and brushed his lips softly against the cold and clammy skin…don’t leave me…I can’t lose you…I need more time…don’t…

“Ianto..!” Jack’s voice shook, panic setting in as the young man’s eyes rolled in his head and he lapsed into unconsciousness… don’t leave me…Ianto…

There was a scuffling sound above him and Owen’s feet appeared down the ladder. He squeezed in beside Jack, his practiced eye noting the white pallor as he scanned for the source of all the blood. Moving Jack’s hands aside, he grunted in frustration as they returned as if on elastic, “You gotta let me see, Jack…he could be bleeding to death here…”

His words had the desired effect and Jack’s hands hung limply at his sides, his anguish palpable as he gazed at the young man he adored…don’t die Ianto…please don’t leave me…I need you…I lo…

“Jack! Oi – need you here…fuck Jack, pull yourself together” Owen’s voice cut into his melancholy musings and he shook his head absently. “Right,” Owen grabbed his hand, “…press down there…as hard as you can bear…that weevil ‘s claws nicked an artery – we need to stop the bleeding before I can move him – and we need to do it fast…he’s lost a lot of blood already… Got that?”

Jack nodded mutely, his brain numb as he processed the stark reality…I’m losing him…can’t lose him…I need him…I love him…

“Jack?” Tosh sounded in his ear and he jumped.

“Tosh? Have you managed to disrupt that signal yet? We can’t have it dragging every bloody weevil up from the sewers…”

“I’ve tracked it to a Print shop on the industrial estate. There’s no-one there so Gwen’s on her way now…there wasn’t a frequency to block so I’m assuming its man made somehow… How’s Ianto..?”

“Not good…unconscious…” his voice an anguished whisper, “I’m losing him Tosh…I can’t lose him…”

“Hang in there, Jack…he’s tough…he’ll be ok…”

“Yea…”

“Keep pressing hard…his pulse is really thready…” Owen’s expression wasn’t encouraging.

“I can’t lose him…” the colour drained from Jack’s face as he read the truth in the acerbic medic’s eyes. “No, Owen…you have to save him…” Ianto…I can’t live without you…I love you…don’t leave me…

“Jack…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…he’s gone…”

No, no…no…no…Ianto…don’t leave me…please…please don’t…” The tears fell thick and fast down Jack’s face as he cradled Ianto’s lifeless body to him, rocking as he sobbed uncontrollably…

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder and he shook it off, “…leave me alone…you’re not taking him…” he snarled…

“Jack…” the hand squeezed harder and then shook him…”Jack…”

I said, leave me alone…” his voice broke and he whimpered, “I can’t live without him…I love him…”

He woke with a jump…sweating, trembling, his face wet with tears, to find himself wrapped in the arms of his gorgeous Welshman, the young man’s face reflecting his concern…

Jack wound his arms round Ianto’s neck and kissed him hard, “You’re alive…” he gasped when they came up for air, crushing their mouths together once more before he had a chance to reply…

Finally, panting hard, Ianto was able to reassure Jack it had just been a nightmare… Calmer now, Jack looked closely at the man in his arms, reveling in the paleness of his skin against the dark wool of his own greatcoat…he remembered now…Ianto loved that coat…and he loved his Welshman – both in and out of the coat…

Ianto smiled up at him, cupping his face tenderly, before tugging him down to kiss him senseless…”…make love to me Jack…want you inside me…” he breathed into his ear when they came up for air, moaning loudly when his Captain claimed his mouth hungrily…thrusting his body against the younger man’s, the coat flapping around them as they sank into hot and wet kisses, passions rising, sending delicious spikes of pleasure coursing through them as heated skin pressed against heated skin...

 

Jack’s hands ran over Ianto’s body, feeling the smoothness of his flesh against the roughness of the heavy wool and the bolts of want that shot straight to their groins. Ianto arched against him, his arms wound around the Captain’s neck as he was kissed into oblivion... Jack moved to straddle him, white hot tendrils of pleasure sparking as their hips ground together as he made himself comfortable.

 

He leant down and planted feather-light kisses over Ianto’s face and neck, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh and sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, feeling the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body. He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body beneath him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire grew, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Pulling away, flushed and breathless, Jack wriggled backwards so he was sat on Ianto’s thighs, giving him better access to his chest. He leant down and trailed his tongue from the soft hollow of his throat, ploughing a path through the fine hair to encircle a nipple, teasing it, sucking and nipping gently, drawing wanton moans from the young man as he arched his body and thrust his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, mind and body lost in the sensations of heady desire.

Jack’s tongue moved across to swirl around the other nipple, while his hands traced lazily downwards, fingers drawing light circles over the sensitive flesh feeling it quiver under his touch, longing echoing in his own body. His tongue trailed lower, dipping into Ianto’s belly button before continuing lower still, feeling his lover’s body tense with anticipation as he held his breath, heartbeats racing...

 

Jack smirked as his mouth hovered just above the young man’s skin, warm breath sending hot waves of desire coursing through him. Ianto mewled impatiently and squirmed beneath him, arching his hips up, his eyes pleading...

 

Ianto’s senses swam and he gasped, then groaned with pleasure as he felt Jack’s mouth close over him, drawing him deeper into the moist heat, the flicking of his tongue and the scraping of teeth bringing the Welshman to the edge within seconds... Ianto moaned loudly, tangling his hands into Jack’s hair, shivering with pleasure as he spiralled towards release...moaning as he teased the sensitive flesh, nibbling, tongue flicking, building up the sensations...He felt Ianto’s breathing hitch as he scraped his teeth along the length then swallowed deeply, humming as the young man climaxed with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering with pleasure...

Ianto tugged gently on Jack’s hair, pulling him up to crush their mouths together, tongues battling for dominance... “..make love to me, Jack...please...” His breathing quickened in anticipation and he watched with lust-blown eyes as Jack reached for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before reaching down to slide in first one finger, then a second, brushing that sweet spot drawing soft moans from the younger man...

 

“...now, Jack...need you now...” sighing as fingers were removed to be replaced with the slow gentle push until they were completely joined. Jack’s eyes were fixed on Ianto’s as he made love to him, slowly, tenderly, those blue grey pools reflecting gentle thoughts of love and devotion as they soared together towards blissful climax before collapsing sated in each other’s arms...

                                                                                                                         

They lay wrapped in the heavy warmth of the coat, breathing slowing to normal, each gently stroking the other’s face and hair... Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead, “...love you, Jones, Ianto Jones...completely, totally with all that I am...”

 

Ianto wound his arms round his Captain’s neck and kissed him softly, pouring everything he felt into the embrace, finally breaking apart to breathe into his ear...”love you too and it’s not my time...so I’m not going anywhere...” before reclaiming his lips, kiss following sweet kiss until their eyes closed and they drifted into contented slumber...

 

End


zazajb: (love me)
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 Title: The one I’ve waited for
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A close call prompts some inner scrutiny of how they feel... Words 1330

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] toshiani007     Happy Birthday love xxx

The one I’ve waited for: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b01C-TKX9pI This is such a beautiful song...

The one I’ve waited for

Ianto hissed as Jack used the tweezers to pull the shards of glass from the cut at the back of his head. Pausing, Jack moved to brush his lips gently against the young man’s temple, “...nearly done...or I can call Owen...he is our medic after all...”

Grimacing at the team of road workers with pneumatic drills currently at work inside his skull, Ianto shook his head briefly, “...no, I‘m fine...and Tosh needs him more than I do... He looked into Jack’s blue grey eyes, noting the guilt that dulled the usual sparkle, “...it wasn’t your fault, cariad...and she’s fine...”

“Yea...but she almost wasn’t...if you hadn’t pushed her out of the way...”

“How were we supposed to know that it could morph into a giant ball of razor-sharp teeth when threatened? It just looked like a big purple ladybird...bloody aliens! Anyway, it gives Owen an excuse to cuddle up close to Tosh...it’s a story way overdue, that one...maybe he’ll actually tell her how he feels...” he winced as another prod of the tweezers removed the final piece of glass, the irony of his words not lost on either of them – he and Jack had danced around their feelings for what felt like eternity...it had long ceased to be a relationship of convenience, no longer just sex –bloody good sex! – but neither had pushed to define it further...it just was...and that seemed to suit them...until one of them got hurt and then the questions swirled round in their heads once again...

Ianto bit down on his lip as Jack carefully washed the blood and grime away, replacing the red-tinged water several times until all the scrapes and cuts were clean, pressing soft kisses over every injury as it was revealed. Finally, he dropped a pill into the Welshman’s hand and handed him a glass of water, “...an Owen-Special-One-Pill-Cures-All...”

He watched as Ianto swallowed it and took the glass out of his hand, setting it down on the side, before sliding into the space between the young man’s knees as he wrapped him into a tight hug. Ianto sank into the comforting embrace, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder as his arms wound round Jack’s neck.

“You could’ve died out there tonight...” Jack’s voice was an anguished whisper, slightly muffled as he buried his face into Ianto’s chest.

“But I didn’t...I’m still very much here...” he tipped his Captain’s face up and kissed him softly, lips soft and responsive under his own as he pressed his body closer. Ianto pulled back from the embrace and met Jack’s gaze – those blue grey pools were shadowed with the heavy weight of responsibility and fear of loss... He smiled and brushed his thumbs tenderly over the older man’s cheeks, “...now are you going to take me to bed or..!” The rest of his sentence was lost as Jack’s lips crashed against his mouth and he was kissed into oblivion, tongues tangling excitedly as their blood supply fled south...

Coming up for air, Jack tugged Ianto off the autopsy table and led him to his office and down the ladder where he reclaimed his mouth passionately, leaving the young man breathless, seeing stars and dizzy with desire, his lips pink and swollen... He clung on tightly, his knees too weak to support him unaided as he let out a soft moan at the sensations coursing through his body – no-one kissed like Jack...the knee-melting pulses of pleasure left him tingling all over, his body crying out for Jack’s touch...

 

They surfaced to draw breath and sank straight back into more hot and wet, fiery kisses, fingers threading through hair and raking over bodies, clawing at clothing to tug shirts from waistbands to slide under to warm flesh below as nether regions strained against the woefully inadequate friction of their trousers...

 

Breathing hard, they broke apart and gazed into each other’s lust-blown eyes, wanton desire reflected in twin pools of blue... Jack reached for the buckle of Ianto’s belt and undressed him slowly, peppering every inch of skin with feather light kisses as it was exposed, finally leading him to his tiny bunk where he made love to him tenderly...almost reverently, the realisation of how close he’d come to losing the man that he loved...yes, loved...with everything he was...until they exploded together, every nerve ending on fire, every cell electrified and they flew amongst the stars...

Panting heavily, sweat beading his brow, pressed skin to skin as the intoxicating aroma of everything that was Jack surrounded him, Ianto felt complete... if I should die this very moment...I wouldn’t fear... He knew, one day, their luck would run out and he’d have to leave Jack alone but he wouldn’t change anything of their crazy life... for I’ve never known completeness like being here...

Jack slumped down next to him, tugging him into his arms so Ianto’s head rested on his Captain’s chest, listening to the reassuring thud of his heartbeat as they basked in a post-orgasmic glow...wrapped in the warmth of you...loving every breath of you...

Ianto knew, in that moment, that even if they never said those words...still in my heart this moment, or it might burst... he’d remember this... could we stay right here...’till the end of time –‘till the earth stops turning...

Jack had saved him...saved him from himself after Lisa, when all had seemed lost and he’d been so broken... Jack had put him together again, showing him what wonders life...and love...could hold... wanna love you ‘till the seas run dry...I’ve found the one I’ve waited for...

Jack listened to Ianto’s soft pants as their bodies came down from the bliss of release and he snuggled in close, hot skin to hot skin...all this time I’ve loved you... the realisation kicked in hard – he never wanted to be apart from his gorgeous Welshman...he was the one...and never known your face...

His breath caught in his throat as Ianto entwined their fingers and squeezed tight... all this time I’ve missed you and searched this human race... Here, in Ianto’s arms, was the one place he could be himself... here is true peace...here, my heart knows calm... He wasn’t Captain Jack Harkness, leader of Torchwood Three, protector of Cardiff...he was just Jack... Ianto didn’t judge him and find him wanting...he just accepted him as he was... safe in your soul, bathed in your sighs...

Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly...tenderly...pouring the full meaning of those words he could never say into the kiss... wanna stay right here until the end of time... His arms closed convulsively around the young man as he rolled them over to end up on top of his Welshman... ‘till the earth stops turning... knowing he could never let him go... gonna love you ‘till the seas run dry...

They gazed into each other’s eyes, love blazing out of twin blue pools... No words were needed to know how each was feeling... I’ve found the one I’ve waited for... as their lips met and they gave themselves to the moment... all I’ve known...all I’ve done...all I’ve felt was leading to this... They broke apart, trembling from the intensity of emotion, every touch sparking an electric charge, before losing themselves in hot, wet, frantic kisses, teeth clashing as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths, wanton moans reverberating around the room as they celebrated the joy of being alive...I’ve found the one I’ve waited for...

End



 


Time

Dec. 23rd, 2010 01:33 am
zazajb: (All the time we have stopwatch)

Title: Time
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mentions of team
Spoilers possible S1, S2 mention of exit wounds
Summary: It’s one year since Exit Wounds... Words 1280

Inspired by the haunting beauty of this… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvwrSdMY7dQ

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto, tw_proper & jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N It’s been a year since my first ever TW fic and I never thought I’d become quite so addicted or write so much… Thank you to everyone who’s read my stories. I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing and I thank you for your friendship – you really are very special people *hugs*

A/N2 this is for [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234 

Time

Time…flowing like a river…time…beckoning me…

Ianto woke with a start, his arms automatically reaching out towards his Captain…to where his Captain should’ve been… His searching hands met nothing but empty space…cold empty space – Jack had been gone a while…

Rolling onto his back he surveyed the ceiling of Jack’s bunker, his mind drifting back to the previous night and their frantic coupling, his body responding instantly to the wild images that rolled through his head… Jack had been troubled, channelling his emotions into his lovemaking, his kisses alternating between soft and tender and hard and passionate, each touch like fire on heated skin…

Ianto closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips as he pressed down with the heel of his hand… Jack had taken him to the very edge and kept him there, trembling with desire, every cell super-charged with electricity until that final explosion and they’d floated with the stars before he was wrapped in Jack’s arms and they’d fallen into a sated sleep.

With admirable self restraint, Ianto pulled his hand away and threw back the covers, padding to the ladder to peer up into the office. There was no light showing – wherever Jack was, he wasn’t in the hub. Clicking on the light, Ianto rescued his clothes from around the room where they’d been flung in the heat of passion. Dressed, he clambered up into the office. Jack’s coat was gone and that meant either a weevil or a rooftop…

He made his way to the kitchen, glancing at his watch as the coffee brewed…it was only ten past four… fuck! He knew what day it was…of course he knew what today was… Grabbing his coat, he took the travel mugs and hurried out of the roller door…

Minutes later he was stepping onto the roof of the Millenium Centre, the familiar back view of the man he loved with everything he was causing his heart to skip a few beats… Jack turned at the sound of his footsteps, a wry smile curving the corners of his mouth…

“You found me…”

“Didn’t take much…I know what day it is…a year since Gray…since we lost…” his voice hitched and he bit down hard on his lip before finishing in a strangled whisper, “…we lost Tosh and Owen…”

He gazed at his Captain, unshed tears filling twin sets of blue. Jack held his arms open and Ianto fell into them, pressing himself into the reassuring warmth of the embrace as Jack’s arms closed around him and the intoxicating aroma that was just Jack swamped his senses.

Jack held him tightly, the closeness comforting for both of them as they remembered their fallen colleagues…their friends and the heroic way in which they’d died, saving the city from the catastrophic consequences of a meltdown at Turnmill…

Pulling back just enough to tip his Welshman’s face up, Jack kissed him lightly, “…technically, it’s a year for you and eighteen hundred and eighty for me…”

Ianto shivered at the thought of Jack buried alive for all those years… “I’m sorry, cariad…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for…” Jack’s voice was heavy with emotion as he nuzzled into Ianto’s neck, breathing in the unique scent of the man he loved so much…the man who kept him sane in an insane world where nothing was certain save for their feelings for each other…

“I’m sorry we couldn’t save them…or your brother…sorry you suffered so long…y’know… I hate seeing you so sad…”

Tears finally falling down his cheeks at the hoarse intensity of his lover’s words, Jack captured Ianto’s lips and kissed him fiercely, passion bruising lips, teeth clashing as he attempted to convey what words could never do…that he loved this man more than life itself…his generosity of spirit, the fire and purity of his heart and the unwavering loyalty and love he gave to those he cared about… Ianto Jones was one very special person…

Ianto melted into Jack’s embrace, kissing back with equal passion as he gave himself to his Captain… They came up for air, panting heavily, resting their foreheads together as they recharged their lungs… Ianto slipped out of Jack’s arms and scurried back towards the door to retrieve the travel mugs. He held one out to the older man, before snuggling back into a one-armed hug… “A toast..!”

Jack clanged their mugs together, “…in memory of our beautiful Tosh and our acerbic but brilliant and brave Owen…and the little boy who was lost when I let go of his hand…we will always remember you…” They drank deeply before linking hands and gazing out over the city as she slept, each silently remembering the devastating explosions and destruction of twelve months ago…

“We’ll have a moment later, once Gwen’s in, to do the plaques on the bottom of the water tower…” Jack nodded and brushed their lips together, a sudden fear washing over him as he imagined life without his beautiful Welshman by his side… Reaching over, he took Ianto’s mug from him and placed it on the floor next to his own before framing the young man’s face with his hands, Ianto’s arms sliding automatically around his Captain’s waist as he gazed into those thoughtful blue grey eyes…

“What is it Ja…”

A finger pressed against his lips silenced him, “…sshh…“ a tender kiss replaced the finger, Ianto opening his mouth to let Jack’s tongue dance lovingly with his own… Long sweet minutes later, they pulled apart gently, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath against the glorious backdrop of the pinks and golds of the rapidly lightening sky.

“Losing Tosh and Owen has taught me to take nothing for granted…” Ianto looked up, startled by the quiet and serious tone, “…I don’t know how long we have…I hope it’s forever…” he smiled, that just-for-Ianto-when-we’re-alone smile that made his eyes crinkle in the corners and Ianto’s knees buckle… “…so it’s time…” he broke off to capture his Welshman’s mouth once more, a low moan of pleasure at the intensity of the kiss escaping the young man’s deliciously pink kiss-swollen lips as he pressed against his partner…

“….time..?” Ianto gasped when they came up for air.

“Time...!” agreed Jack, “…time I made it legal and right and married you…if you’ll have me…” the lightness of his final words failed to cover the insecurity and his eyes took on an anxious look at he gazed at his young love.

Ianto smiled, that smile that melted his Captain’s heart, “…high time…”

“Is that a yes..?”

“That’s a yes…”

Jack crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss before lifting him off his feet and spinning the young man round. Landing his fiancé back on his feet, he kissed him again…

“Time to celebrate!” he grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him towards the door, laughing impatiently when the Welshman stopped to pick up the mugs… “…c’mon…no time to waste…”

Ianto pulled Jack closer and kissed him softly, “…time for bed?”

Jack grinned, his smile lighting up the morning sky “…high time…” as he was dragged off the roof and back towards the hub…

End


Always...

Dec. 21st, 2010 01:56 am
zazajb: (always)

Title: Always...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set mid TW S2
Summary: sequel to The only one for me. Ianto finally gets his bath after dealing with Tim...
Words 1620

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto, tw_proper & TW_classic [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N requested sequel to The only one for me. This is for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  [have a very Happy Birthday, my love] and [livejournal.com profile] jedi_harkness 

Always...

Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as he was kissed into oblivion and Jack did that thing with his tongue...it made his every nerve ending tingle and he floated on a wave of euphoria, lips warm and inviting, hands threading lovingly through hair as the world faded away – it was just them...right here...right now...

They continued to stagger backwards until they met the wall, Jack pressing his Welshman back against it as he ground their hips together, the red hot desire that coursed through them drawing a growl of want from the Captain as they broke off for much needed oxygen...

Ianto took advantage of the brief moment to spin them round, slamming Jack into the wall as he crushed their lips together and plundered his Captain’s mouth, passion building rapidly. Jack’s hands slid beneath the towelling robe to cup the young man’s naked buttocks and pull him closer still as they arched and writhed together...

“Bed...now...” Jack’s voice was thick with want...

Ianto nuzzled into his Captain’s neck, brushing light kisses against his skin... “I can’t...not with Tim still here...” He lifted his head to meet Jack’s eyes, the dancing lights in those blue grey pools reflecting the apologetic look in his own.

Nodding his understanding, Jack kissed him softly, “I’ll take him home...what did you give him?”

“Double scotch and a level II...he won’t remember me or the robbery...it’s best that way...”

“Then his world just got a little darker...” Jack smiled as he hugged his Welshman tightly, “...if he’s forgotten you that’s one star less in the sky for him...” he tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him sweetly. “You go get your bath and I’ll be back in time to wash the bits I think you missed!”

Releasing him reluctantly, Ianto moved away to gaze at his unconscious stalker on the sofa. “Bye Tim...” he muttered sadly as Jack gathered the young man into his arms and headed towards the door.

Once Jack had vanished from sight, Ianto returned to the bathroom and pulled the plug to drain his now cold water before refilling with hot. His hand hovered over the bubbles, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he decided on the fragrant bath oil Tosh had given him for his birthday, her mischievous chuckle as he’d read the label save this for those special bath times – can also be used as a massage oil! and the knowing wink as he’d blushed... He poured a generous amount under the running tap and set the bottle carefully on the end of the bath.

Sliding his robe off, he tested it with his toe – perfect! He climbed in and sank down with a contented sigh...this was blissful...as the warmth spread through him and he closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift aimlessly...noting with quiet amusement that they all seemed to involve his handsome Captain – if someone had told him a year ago that he’d be head over heels in love with Jack...his boss...a man...he’d have told them they were crazy..!

He nodded to himself as his hand slid down his body and he pressed down against his reaction to the pictures in his head...Jack pinning him to the bed, his lips hot and wet as they kissed their way down the Welshman’s neck, pausing to scrape his teeth at the juncture of neck and shoulder, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a bruise...Ianto groaned with longing and pressed down harder...

“You’d better not be starting without me!” Ianto jumped as Jack’s voice came through the door and he sat up, eyes flying open as the door opened and a blast of cooler air accompanied his charismatic Captain into the steam-filled room. Ianto shivered involuntarily as goose bumps trailed over his exposed wet flesh.

Jack shrugged off his coat and perched on the edge of the bath, leaning down to capture his Welshman’s mouth in a sweet and gentle kiss, lips soft and responsive under his own, his tongue seeking out its companion where they slow danced – first in one mouth then the other...

Ianto’s arms snaked round Jack’s neck as he deepened the kiss, threading his fingers through the older man’s hair as they lost themselves in the tenderness of their embrace... They were breathing heavily, pulses racing and the heavy scent of desire mingling with the exotic fragrance of the bath oil... Ianto tugged at Jack’s clothes, “...off!” he ordered huskily against his lover’s lips as they drew breath...

Sinking straight back into hot and wet passionate kisses, Jack’s hands made swift work of his braces and buttons while Ianto’s fingers attacked his belt, button and zip... Ianto whimpered softly as Jack broke away to shed his clothes and kick off his boots and socks, before climbing into the bath behind his Welshman and sitting down carefully, wrapping his legs tightly around the young man as he settled back against him, hands resting lightly on his shoulders.

They turned their heads towards each other, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss, tongues exploring possessively as passion mounted. Ianto moaned softly against his Captain’s mouth as Jack’s arms slid around his chest and tugged him closer, wet bodies pressed together so he could feel the older man’s hard arousal against his spine… They broke their kiss briefly for air, Ianto giving himself to the pleasures of Jack’s wondrous mouth as his fingers roamed up and down the young man’s chest, stroking through the damp hair around his nipples, teasing the nubs of flesh, before trailing down below the surface of the water…

Ianto arched his back as Jack began moving his hand deliberately, the rhythm slow and sensual, sending a ripple of waves across the surface of the water… Jack pulled away from his Welshman’s deliciously pink, kiss swollen lips to nibble his way down the young man’s neck as he tilted his head to one side to allow Jack more access, his moans rising in volume as his body was overtaken by the blissful sensations of Jack’s lips and Jack’s hands on his wet flesh…

The waves of euphoria built slowly, bubbling up from his toes and spreading through his body, his breath a series of short pants as Jack’s teeth grazed their way along his shoulder blades. Ianto twisted his head, “…kiss me!” he demanded, his voice trembling with want, sighing happily as Jack obliged by crushing their mouths together, the kiss rapidly becoming hot and messy as Ianto teetered on the edge and he shuddered his release as his tongue tangoed with Jack’s…

Breaking apart, breathless and tingling from the intensity of his climax, Ianto gazed into Jack’s eyes, the lust-blown blue of his own reflecting the blazing love in the older man’s blue grey depths… “make love to me, Jack…please…” his hands reaching to pull his Captain’s face back towards him so he could capture those wonderful lips once more…

Jack plundered his lover’s mouth, his tongue mapping every contour as the young man moaned and pressed back against him, Jack’s own gasps of desire swallowed up by the passionate kiss… They broke off when they ran out of air, Jack urging Ianto on to his knees as he reached for the bottle of bath oil and tipped some onto his Welshman’s back…

One hand dragged through the pooled fragrant oil to coat his fingers before they trailed down Ianto’s back to slip first one then a second finger into him, every brush of that magic spot drawing a breathless gasp of pleasure from those perfect pink lips… The other hand worked the oil over his young man’s skin with long sensual strokes, sending spine-tingling quivers through his hyper sensitised body, “…now…Jack…please…need you now…” a wanton moan spilling from his lips as Jack pushed in slowly, his own moans rising as he began to move, his hands clasping his Welshman’s hips as he thrust back against his Captain and they spiralled towards the stars together…

The water splashed wildly over the edge of the bath as their movements became more frenzied and Ianto shouted Jack’s name as he hit his second climax, the sensations of him clenched around Jack enough to send the older man tumbling into oblivion after his younger lover and they shuddered together, enjoying the warmth as the post-orgasmic glow spread through them…

Jack pulled Ianto round to face him, folding the younger man into his arms to kiss him tenderly, light loving kisses that deepened their satisfaction as they melted against each other. The water was cooling when they finally broke apart and clambered out of the bath, wrapping themselves in huge fluffy towels before padding barefoot into the bedroom.

Drying each other carefully, they slid under the quilt and snuggled into each other’s arms, kissing softly, “I meant it…” Jack murmured against Ianto’s mouth, “…you really are the one for me…always…” as he captured the Welshman’s lips and deepened their kiss, his hands cupping the young man’s beautiful face, radiant from their lovemaking… Ianto gave himself to the man in his arms, totally…completely and freely, whispering his agreement, flushed and breathless when they finally came up for air, “…yours always, cariad… always…”

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Title: Lost inside of you - coda: Four, plus dogs, equals seven!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, brief mentions of team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – the Harkness-Jones’ meet the Barrowman-Gill’s [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 5130

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful Wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is the most requested fic I have ever had! The four neighbours finally get together – and no – not like that!!! Hope you like!

A/N2 This is for [livejournal.com profile] thebuttonontop  who needs a hug right now xxx

 

Four, plus dogs, equals seven!

Cariad? Ianto poured the coffee, wondering what Jack was up to – he was suspiciously quiet!

Study...you so gotta see this...

Ianto grinned and slid a new bottle of lube into his pocket...how well he knew his Captain..! He picked up the two mugs and made his way to the study where Jack was sat watching something on the laptop. Plonking the drinks down on the desk, he slid his arms around the man he adored with every atom of his being and nuzzled into his neck. “What’re you watching?”

“Just checking out the CCTV in this area...y’know...wanna be sure about security...”

Ianto glanced at the screen, “Jack! Are you spying on the neighbours? Shame on you! What’re they doing?” Ianto couldn’t help smiling softly at the memory of his walk on the beach with the gentle sandy-haired Scott and the three exuberant dogs...it all seemed so long ago now, yet it was only a week or two...

You can tell me about that in a minute... “Check this out...” Jack reached for his coffee and sipped it as Ianto nestled his chin into his Captain’s shoulder and they watched the images on the screen...

The garden lights lit the shadows from the summer house and out towards the pool. The dark haired man laughed softly and scampered through the garden, glancing backwards as if looking for someone. He wore a startling white suit with huge coloured circles on it, each disc of colour full of rhinestones that danced in the reflected light... His feet were bare. He stopped and tilted his head to one side, listening. The light lit up his face as he grinned...

Jack and Ianto both drew in a sharp breath...he was gorgeous! They swapped appreciative messages in their heads as they watched him creep along the side of a row of tall shrubs, stopping just short of the open space, where he crouched down, a huge mischievous smile curving his mouth. The greenery moved and Scott appeared, moving carefully as he glanced from side to side...

Not-quite-naked hide and seek? Ianto smirked as he felt Jack’s instant response, the pulse of desire that shot through him and the hardening of attention in his trousers. He nipped the soft skin behind the older man’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, before soothing it with his tongue. Jack moaned softly and tightened his grip around his coffee mug as his nerve endings began to tingle and his heartbeat increased rapidly...

They turned their attention back to the screen. The dark haired man, John his name was, Ianto remembered, had leapt out in front of his partner, making him jump violently... This reaction caused John to laugh uncontrollably before he folded Scott into his arms and kissed him soundly, the two men sinking into the embrace as their kiss deepened... Hands threaded through hair and slid under clothing...it looked passionate and both Jack and Ianto felt distinct stirrings of their own...turning their heads as their lips met and they kissed sweetly, lips soft and responsive as their tongues slow-danced first in one mouth then the other...

When they broke apart, panting softly some long enjoyable minutes later, to turn their attention back to the screen it was obvious that things had moved on next door as well... Scott had removed the suit jacket and was unbuttoning the simple white shirt as he gazed into John’s eyes, the dark haired man’s hands exploring the warm skin under Scott’s t-shirt...

John’s shirt hung open as Scott now kissed his way across John’s throat, his hands sliding over the other man’s smooth shoulders under the crisp cotton and his lips trailed down his chest... John’s hands moved to Scott’s belt buckle...

Ianto reached across and pushed the laptop closed. Enough watching...time for action now cariad... come to bed... Jack’s eyes widened at the images tumbling into his head as the Welshman took his hand and led him towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them...

 Jack opened his mouth to speak, only to have Ianto press a quieting finger to his lips...”sshh...” his eyes full of want and passion. He stroked his hand softly down the side of his Captain’s face, a smile curving the corners of his mouth when the older man leant into the touch...

Moving closer still, he wound his arms round Jack’s neck and pressed their lips together, red hot bolts of desire coursing through him. Jack melted into the kiss, opening his mouth to Ianto’s probing tongue which proceeded to explore with possessive intent, sending his senses soaring...he moaned softly against the Welshman’s exquisite mouth and tightened the grip in his hair...

They came up for air, panting hard. Ianto looked into Jack’s lust-blown blue grey depths and gave him that smile...the smile that told him he was something special... the smile that set his heart pounding and his soul on fire... Jack gasped at the intensity of the feeling in his lover’s eyes and crushed their mouths together hungrily, losing himself in the feel of the young man’s lips under his own...nothing else mattered...just them...right here...right now...

Ianto arched his body towards his Captain, the friction from their trousers woefully inadequate for the raging heat within... They broke apart, breathless, faces flushed, lips pink and swollen...the heady scent of desire radiating outwards... Their eyes met, minds entwined...no need for words, that blazing look said everything – love, hope, trust, desire...a reminder of the solemn promise that they would share whatever time they had...

He sank to his knees and removed Jack’s boots and socks, following swiftly with his own footwear. Jack pulled the Welshman up into his arms and captured his lips, plundering the young man’s mouth passionately as he melted into the embrace and his senses swam... They broke apart gasping...

 “...off...now!” Jack tugged at the offending items of clothing, pushing the jacket from his partner’s shoulders...

“...I’m giving the orders tonight..!” Ianto murmured as he reached for Jack’s braces, sliding them off his shoulders before moving to pull his shirt out of his trousers and attacking the buttons...

They stared hungrily into each other’s eyes as they undressed one another, punctuating the careful removal with hot, hard kisses that screamed wantwantwant...

 Finally, both naked they sank down onto the bed, mouths locked together as their passion grew... Coming up for air, Ianto pressed feather-light kisses over his Captain’s face, moving down the side of his neck, lingering on the sensitive spot behind his ear, drawing soft moans from his lover... He moved lower, down to his chest, batting Jack’s hands away when he reached out... ”...no, this is about your pleasure...just enjoy...”

His tongue swirled around a nipple, teasing the hardened nub of flesh gently with his teeth as his fingers trailed slow tantalising strokes lower and lower... The other nipple received equal treatment, Jack writhing and whimpering helplessly as his focus narrowed to the feel of Ianto’s hands and the warmth of his mouth on heated skin, his head full of delicious and sensual images...

Ianto’s fingers stroked lightly up the inside of Jack’s thigh, feeling his lover’s body trembling under his touch, as his tongue followed southwards... Jack tangled his hands into the young man’s hair as the dancing fingers crept backwards, teasing his sensitive flesh...

Jack let out a gasp as Ianto took him into his mouth and he was engulfed in moist warm heat, teeth and tongue driving him wild, feeling the slow build towards exquisite release as he arched his body off the bed...he was close, gentle ripples of pleasure starting from his toes and cascading upwards, deepening in intensity with every cheek hollowing movement of his lover’s wicked mouth...

He tugged sharply on Ianto’s hair, the Welshman pausing in his ministrations without releasing him, glancing up through his long eyelashes...questioning...

 “...stop..!” Jack panted breathlessly, “...wanna come with you in me...please...”

Ianto released him and moved away, the sudden loss of contact drawing a mewl of dismay from his Captain... He scrabbled amongst the tangled heap of abandoned clothing, groping in his pocket for the lube he’d picked up earlier...crawling back over the quilt to reclaim his lover’s lips as he flipped the lid of the bottle...

Jack shivered with anticipation as a cool finger stroked over the entrance to his body, hitching his breath as it slipped inside him...joined by a second and then they pressed back, stroking that magic spot and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling his climax rising again...

“...now...need to take me now...” he gasped against the soft and sensual mouth, suppressing a whimper as the fingers were withdrawn before the slow push as Ianto slid into him...

Hands grasping the Welshman’s hips tightly, Jack moaned and panted and thrust his head back against the pillow as Ianto began to move, slowly at first, then more urgently as they spiralled towards release...harder, faster...mouths crushed together for a wild and sloppy kiss, teeth clashing...Ianto reaching between them to pump his lover in time to his thrusts until he exploded in blissful climax, crying Ianto’s name...the feel of Jack’s muscles clenched around him as he rode out the shudders of pleasure enough to push the young man over the edge seconds later and he collapsed onto his Captain, their breath heaving pants as they were engulfed in a delicious post-orgasmic glow...

Ianto sighed contentedly and shifted until he was snuggled into Jack’s arms, his head on the older man’s chest listening to the reassuring thud of his heart. He lifted his head and pressed for a kiss, opening his mouth so their tongues danced lazily, enjoying the tingling warmth that resonated through their bodies...

Long, sweet minutes of gentle kisses and caresses passed until they broke apart gently to replenish their oxygen supply. Ianto stretched luxuriously and sat up. ...shower..?

...ummn, yea, but too lazy to move...

C’mon... Ianto hauled him to his feet and led him towards the en-suite, turning the water on to warm as he peppered every inch of Jack’s skin with feather light kisses.. .

Stepping under the warm spray, he tugged his Captain in after him where he wrapped him in his arms and they kissed softly, each relishing the closeness...before they washed each other, light sensual touches reaffirming their total commitment... It wasn’t long before the gentle touches sparked renewed interest, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the wall as he kissed him into oblivion before making love to him, sweetly, tenderly, as the water cascaded down on them...

They dried each other carefully before Ianto led his partner back to the bed and they slid under the quilt, facing each other, noses just inches apart, limbs entwined... Ianto smiled softly, love you, Jack Harkness...

Timeless and eternal, Jones, Ianto Jones...the thought warming their heats as they drifted off into contented sleep.

Jack woke early the next morning, his face buried in Ianto’s hair and his arm draped possessively over the young man’s waist as he snuggled in closer, warm and comfortably drowsy... Ianto stirred in his sleep, pressing his hips back into the embrace, sighing contentedly without waking. Jack pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his Welshman’s neck, breathing in the unique scent that was just Ianto...

Checking his shields were up so he didn’t disturb the sleeping man his mind ran back over the rollercoaster ride of the past five weeks...from the highs of their Civil Partnership and those amazing wedding rings from the Doctor through the twists and turns of those terrible memories, the pure bliss of Nirvana to the depths of anguish and despair at the hands of John Hart...

He smiled to himself and tightened his grip on Ianto’s waist...he was so lucky to have this amazing young man, the man who’d risked everything for the love of his Captain...who’d died for him...he caught his breath as a sudden sob threatened to break free and the image of him cradling a dying Ianto in front of the 456 slammed into his head. He pushed it back, locking it away and covering it with a rather more pleasurable image of his Welshman’s saucy recreation of Jamie Lee Curtis’ dance from True Lies... He lowered his shields, his body responding instantly to the slow motion replay of those hips gyrating and the seductive unwrapping of that delectable body from the scorchingly hot UNIT uniform... 

...now that’s a wake-up call..! Ianto pressed back against Jack’s warm body, his own memories of that encounter streaming into the older man’s mind... Seconds later Ianto had turned in his Captain’s arms and they were kissing hungrily, red hot desire sweeping through them as they arched and ground against each other. Their love making was wild and passionate leaving them panting hard, breathless and satisfied...

In the shower they kissed softly, wet bodies pressed together, tongues dancing lazily, just relishing the time they had together, here, in their haven from all things Torchwood... They still hadn’t told anyone about the house...they would, of course, but, for the moment it was just them, and it was heavenly...

Finally dry and dressed in jeans and sweatshirts Ianto made coffee as Jack tackled the toaster and boiled some eggs and they took their breakfast into the dining room. “So, cariad, what do you want to do today seeing as we have a whole day off..?”

Jack reached out to take Ianto’s hand and carefully entwined their fingers, stroking his thumb softly over the Welshman’s palm, “...don’t mind...just be here...with you...we could take a walk on the beach...anything you want...we’ve still got a few rooms and the garden to christen..!”

He chuckled at the red flush that coloured the young man’s cheeks as he recalled their energetic christening of the entrance hall, the postman arriving at the most inappropriate moment as Ianto was howling his release, his face pressed hard against the glass panel of the door... Jack had withdrawn, tugged up his trousers and calmly opened the door, grinning manically at the highly entertained postie whose swift glance at the dishevelled man in front of him and the quiet moans from the other side of the door left him in no doubt of what he’d interrupted... Jack had taken the small parcel and bundle of envelopes, signed for the package and closed the door after another beaming smile, growling “...now where were we..?” very loudly for the postman’s benefit as the man moved away slowly... “...we could recreate that one again...it was hot...” as he reached out with his free hand.

Ianto grinned, “...you’re insatiable...” this is familiar!

“You’re irresistible...”

“...you’re incorrigible...”

“...so I’m told...” his reaching hand grabbed a handful of sweatshirt and hauled the Welshman in for a searing kiss, Ianto’s moans of pleasure lost against his mouth...  

It was many pleasurable minutes before they resurfaced, breathing heavily, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath... Smiling softly they sank back into their respective chairs, fingers still linked.

“One thing I do want to do is to add some pictures to the time capsule...we need to choose some from the ceremony of us and the gang...and some of us in this house...” he raised an eyebrow at some of the images Jack streamed into his head, “...this is supposed to be a memory box not a porn stash!” he relented a little as Jack pouted, ok, a couple of tasteful ones – and I get the final say..!

Jack just grinned...

After stacking the dishwasher with the breakfast things and making some fresh coffee, Ianto joined Jack in the living room where he had photos spread out on the floor and all over the coffee table... “...what about these?” as he swapped a bundle of pictures for his coffee mug.

Ianto looked through the photos Jack had selected and smiled. Each choice was a perfect reminder of their special day... He lingered on one...it had been taken from across the room and focused on their head and shoulders, their eyes were locked on each other, one of Jack’s hands caressed his neck, his thumb brushing over Ianto’s cheek and they both wore those special just-for-you-when-we’re-alone smiles...it was intimate and beautiful and Ianto felt a rush of love for his handsome Captain, sending it flooding into his head as he held out the picture... “I really like this one...”  

...my favourite one too... Jack leant over the coffee table and captured Ianto’s mouth in a tender kiss, streaming loving thoughts and memories of their special day back into his partner’s head.

Breaking apart gently, Ianto’s gaze drifted down to the pictures spread out on the table. These were the ones most definitely for their eyes only and his attention was drawn to one he didn’t remember – he was naked and very aroused, his head thrust back into the pillow as he arched his body up, eyes closed and his lips, all pink and kiss-swollen, were parted... A hand could be seen holding the feather that traced a trail down his abdomen towards his groin... He picked it up... I don’t remember this one?

Ah, one of my particular favourites of the intimate collection...you don’t remember it because it was after your boozy night out with Rhys and Andy after Wales beat England in the rugby...you were...very enthusiastic and adventurous that night – that feather was just the entree..! I have lots of others on the computer..?

Ianto blushed, a sudden flash of Jack fisting himself in his office one night after a gruesome Weevil death for Jack and a nasty head wound for himself had meant he wasn’t in the mood for their usual release... it was to those pictures wasn’t it?

Uh hu...Jack nodded, his head on one side as he considered his Welshman’s likely response to some of his other...more explicit pictures of them, pulled from Tosh’s massive CCTV collection. ..miss you Tosh... Looking at the bodily reaction and the lust-inspired darkening of his iris’ he decided to share, reaching for his wallet to dig out the pictures he carried with him always.

Ianto watched curiously. He knew Jack always carried the one Gwen had taken of them some time ago...before the 456, before his death...the picture he’d given Jack as a 3D image for his wedding present... I love that picture...

Delving into a Velcro-sealed flap at the back of his wallet, Jack pulled out three more pictures, each obviously well loved as they were creased and the corners curled. He handed them to his partner... Yan..?

They’re so...so...’open’ Each picture was from a different occasion, each showing the act of love making but it was their faces that drew the young man’s eyes...his thumb brushed across one that showed them obviously at the rapturous moment of release and the blissful electricity fairly crackled off the surface of the picture, their skin shone with a light sheen of sweat and looking at it, Ianto could feel the warmth radiating through him, leaving him tingling from head to toe... fuck Jack...these’re hot

...so are you...I’m going to ravish you...now...’till you beg for mercy... Jack reached towards the younger man, only for Ianto to laugh delightedly and twist out of the way at the last second so Jack’s lunge met empty space and he crashed on the coffee table, spilling pictures all over the floor...

...you’ll have to catch me first, cariad...Ianto giggled and darted out of the room, still clutching the photo...

Laughing, Jack jumped up and sped after his Welshman, streaming steamy suggestions of what he was planning to do...images of hands tied to the headboard, spanking with hairbrushes and sensual treats like ice-cubes or melted chocolate passed back and forth between them as Ianto fled into the garden, Jack in hot pursuit...

In the garden Jack managed to catch up with his partner when he tripped on the edge of the path, folding him into his arms to kiss him senseless as he plundered his mouth passionately... Ianto moaned and thrust his hips forward, pressing against the similar hot swelling in his Captain’s trousers, melting into the embrace as he tangled his hand in the older man’s hair. The other hand, still gripping the photo, rested in the small of his back...

Breaking apart, Jack chuckled breathlessly ...so are you going to come quietly Mr Jones..? as he flashed the entrance hall session back at him...

Ianto laughed and wriggled out of the older man’s embrace I’ll make as much noise as you want...but you still have to catch me..! as he took off again, dodging Jack’s exasperated outstretched hand, and fled down to the end of the garden, vaulting the gate to the beach as his Captain gave chase once more...

Ianto was running along the sand, delighted laughter at the wild images Jack was sending him of all the things he was going to do when he caught up with him... Glancing behind, he was still ahead of his partner although Jack was gaining you’re so slow old man..! he teased, grinning at Jack’s half-laughing, half-growled response.

With a sudden burst of speed, Jack came close enough to make a lunge at Ianto’s legs and brought him down in an impressive rugby tackle, the Welshman hitting the sand hard enough to knock the wind out of him as Jack lay on top of him, tickling him mercilessly...

He rallied and gave grasp for grasp and they rolled over and over, both laughing helplessly now until Jack eventually triumphed and pinned the younger man down, crushing their mouths together, tongues duelling and hands raking over clothing as they arched and writhed on the sand, passions rising as the world around them faded from existence...

They were roused from their personal paradise by inquisitive cold noses, whiskers and excited barking as the three dogs came to investigate. Ianto giggled breathlessly as Harris greeted him like an old friend by licking his face and Captain Jack attempted to bury them in sand! Jack sat up on Ianto’s hips and fussed the two spaniels as the young man struggled up on to his elbows, brushing sand out of his eyes...

A piercing whistle saw the sudden retreat of all three dogs who streaked away in response to the call from their lord and master! Jack looked round to see their neighbours approaching, broad grins on their faces as the dogs danced excitedly around their feet... Scott waved and tugged on John’s sleeve, urging him to move faster towards them. As they got closer John bent down to pick up something fluttering along the ground, caught on the breeze. He chuckled and showed it to Scott and they gazed with added interest at the two men still lying in the sand...

“Ianto! Good to see you again...this must be Jack...” Scott held out his hand and Jack took it, pulling himself up before finally shaking it, grinning. Jack and Scott then both held out a hand to Ianto who was in danger of being spaniel’d to death, and tugged him to his feet before Scott wrapped him in a brief hug... “...glad it worked out...and yea, he’s gorgeous!” he murmured in the Welshman’s ear as he released him and turned to John who was stood gazing at the photo he held in his hand with frank appreciation...

“This is John...he’s never usually this quiet..!”

Ianto followed the other man’s gaze and realised what he was looking at, a fierce blush rocketing over his cheeks as he reached out to reclaim the picture, tugging it gently from John’s hands. John grinned widely, perfect white teeth, sparkling eyes and adorable dimples dancing in his cheeks as he grabbed the retreating hand and held it, the warmth of his body sending tiny shivers down Ianto’s spine as he recalled watching this handsome man the previous evening...the blush deepened as John squeezed his hand and winked...

“Nice to meet you, Ianto...that’s a lovely picture...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, released Ianto’s hand and brushed his thumb softly over the young man’s chin before turning to stare at Jack who was also uncharacteristically quiet...watching, his hair stood up on end and his clothes covered in sand ...he’s amazing in the flesh, and I just love the American accent... he sent, slow motion replays of the CCTV rolling through his head...

...yeah..!

John circled Jack as the two men checked each other out...both dark haired, blue-grey eyes, smiles to die for... Jack threw his hands out and stretched himself to his full height with a self-confident grin, raising his eyebrows as John got a whiff of fifty-first century pheromones and his eyes widened, nostrils flaring...

Scott leant across to murmur in Ianto’s ear, the comment leaving them both chuckling “...good job we’re outside – I don’t think we’d get two egos this big indoors!”

John grinned at Jack and stepped back behind him, the Captain jumping when his sweatshirt was tugged up and a light slap administered to his denim-clad backside...

John turned to Scott and hauled him in for a brief but fierce kiss, the sandy-haired man sinking into the embrace with a smile... They parted and John grinned triumphantly at his partner “...yup, great smile, dancing eyes and a very cute arse...” he twinkled lovingly at Scott, hands sliding down to squeeze the other man’s bum, “...yours is still the one for me...” He brushed their lips together lightly and released him, stepping back to face Jack who was having a wordless discussion with Ianto in his head, the Welshman teasing his partner for being star-struck...

“I’d love to see you in that coat..!” John held out his hand with a suggestive twinkle in his eyes, chuckling loudly when Jack grabbed the hand and crushed him into a huge hug, planting a smacker of a kiss on his lips before releasing him as the four men fell about laughing...

They walked along the beach, conversations jumping easily from topic to random topic, flirting, innuendo and touch filling the gaps...it was like they’d known each other forever and Ianto somehow knew that this new friendship would endure over time...these two such genuine men, who were so obviously totally in love and committed to each other...it just felt right...

...perfectly said, as always...love you....

...well, I do know everything, cariad...love you too...

The conversation moved on to boats and they talked enthusiastically about the planned jetty and the SeaQueen... Turning round to walk back towards their now distant houses, they swapped stories of fun times and listened to John’s tales of his filming and musical theatre days, grinning as he broke into song every now and again, along with the occasional burst of a broad Scottish accent that made Scott shudder and John grin mischievously...

As they approached their homes Jack glanced across at John, “...race you..? you win and I’ll get the coat...I win...I’m sure I can think of something..!” The pair took off across the sand, the dogs following them excitedly...

Scott draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder and squeezed gently, “...I’m so glad they get on...they really are alike in so many ways...”

“Yeah, like living with a tornado at times and a balmy summer’s day at others, with the bliss of a moonlit romantic walk along the beach thrown in for good measure...” Ianto grinned as the other man nodded vigorously.

“Poetically put, but oh-so-accurate! John’s fans are always asking me what it’s like to live with him...I’m gonna use that description the next time I’m asked! It’s a whirlwind life at times but I wouldn’t swap it for the earth...”

“I know exactly what you mean...” Ianto wound his arm round Scott’s waist and they sauntered slowly up to join the two who were stretched out on the sand panting hard, the dogs clambering over them, tails wagging madly.

“Who won..?” they asked in unison...

“Dead heat..!” Jack gasped breathlessly, holding his hands out towards his Welshman, pulling him to the floor and rolling him over to end up sat on his hips...”so, I think this is where we were earlier...” He leant down and crushed his mouth to Ianto’s, tongue sweeping possessively as he ground their hips together and the young man moaned into the kiss...

John and Scott laughed, wrapping their arms around each other’s waists as they watched their new friends. Jack and Ianto came up for air, Ianto’s eyes glazed from the wild passion of the kiss, his breath tiny gasps as he recovered from the experience. Jack pushed himself to his feet and hauled Ianto up from the ground... He looked adorable - flushed cheeks, sand-filled dishevelled hair and pink, deliciously kiss-swollen lips as he stood and panted softly...Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

“Right...” John glanced at Scott, who nodded, the two seeming to communicate in looks alone, “...you go get that wonderful coat...” he looked at Jack, “...you two can sort out easy chairs and drinks and I’ll sort the steaks and sausages and...” he blew a kiss at his partner, “...the fish sticks! We’re gonna have a barbie for lunch...” He headed towards their garden gate, calling back over his shoulder, “...how many sausages?”

“Four, plus dogs...that’s seven...bring enough for twenty!” Scott chuckled as John waved a hand in acknowledgment and disappeared from sight, “...the dogs are partial to sausages and John always burns them so we need twice as many!” He grinned. “If you want to bring your trunks we can have a dip in the pool as well...though I can’t promise you John won’t skinny dip!”

Jack laughed...”in that case...” The megawatt grin eclipsed the sun...coat...naked... He scampered off towards their gate...

Ianto rolled his eyes as he looked at Scott, “...guess it’s tornado time!” they laughed as Scott led the way up the path. “You know I designed these houses..?” Their voices faded into the distance as they talked animatedly about their favourite features of their respective homes...and their men...four, plus dogs...equals seven...I like seven... Ianto thought happily...

End

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zazajb: (b&w to the last man kiss)

Title: Making up is worth the falling out!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A misunderstanding leads to a falling out, an alien in the middle of the night drags them out into the cold...and never go to bed angry... Words 3525

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Misunderstanding; comfort, frightened, frost, ‘It’s so cold without you...stay...please?’

This is for [livejournal.com profile] thebuttonontop 's birthday. Shower warning given hun! Have a great birthday and enjoy Chicago!

 

Making up is worth the falling out!

Moonlight glinted on the frost covered landscape as they trudged across yet another barren field, their breath creating clouds in the frozen air...

“How much bloody further..?” Owen was pissed and way beyond the point of caring who knew about it.

Tosh’s calm voice in his ear did little to soothe his bad temper when he remembered that she was in the relative warmth of the hub while he froze his nuts off in the middle of nowhere, chasing an elusive and intermittent rift signature... “...about one hundred metres to your right...you should see it – it’s spiked again in the last few seconds...”

As one, Jack, Ianto and Owen swung round to their right and saw...absolutely nothing! Jack pressed his comm. unit, “...nothing to see Tosh...are you absolutely sure it’s here?”

“Certain! I’m looking at it on the screen...it’s spiking again...”

“But there’s nothi...wow!” Jack stopped mid-flow as the air in front of him shimmered with a multitude of different hues of blues and greens and a tiny creature that looked like a cross between a baby wallaby and a care-bear appeared for a fraction of a second before the air was empty once again.

“What the fuck was that?” Owen’s voice was suitably impressed.

“I’ve read about them in the archives...” Ianto looked awed. “Actual sightings of Dorcopsises are incredibly rare, they’re psychopathically shy and spend most of their lives behind a privacy cloak...” He ran his scanner over the space it had appeared in. “It’s still there and the poor thing’s shaking like a leaf...”

Jack leant over his shoulder to see the screen, sliding an arm around his waist as he pressed close, only to grimace as the Welshman tensed... He’d hoped this trek through the frosty night would distract the young man into forgetting he was cross with him...it was a misunderstanding – pure and simple... He removed his arm reluctantly but remained close, his breath hot on the young man’s neck...

He sighed wistfully, “I’m not surprised it’s frightened...suddenly finding yourself dumped in the middle of this godforsaken icy landscape wouldn’t do much for me either...” He caught Ianto’s eye and was relieved to see a flicker of amusement lurking in the crystal blue depths...Ianto knew he was trying to earn himself brownie points and was willing to let him try...

“Wow!” this time from Owen.

The shimmer reappeared and moved several metres to the left. “Tosh, access the database on the Petrogaleon life forms – I think there’s a reference to these creatures in their logs...it might tell us how to communicate...or at least get it to stop running away...” Ianto added as the shimmer did another leap, this time ending up behind them.

He spun round at the same time as Jack, both going in opposite directions, their close proximity causing them to crash together in the middle... Ianto staggered under the impact and reached out blindly to prevent himself from falling, to find himself wrapped in strong arms encased in blue grey greatcoat...

Jack tugged him closer and held on tight, flooding Ianto’s senses with the intoxicating aroma of everything that was Jack. He almost melted into the embrace – almost – then remembered why he was cross with his Captain and extricated himself firmly, stepping away from the enticing warmth before his willpower failed him.

Jack huffed under his breath and scowled as he caught the amused smirk on Owen’s face.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to get back in his good books...” the acerbic medic murmured into Jack’s ear, “...if it was up to me you’d be on decaf and no sex for a month..!” He relented a little at the look of horror on his boss’ face, “...but I doubt the tea boy’ll hold out past tomorrow lunchtime...”

Jack’s eyes lit up hopefully, “...you think so?”

“Yeah, trust me - I’m a doctor! Although I’d keep well away from Gwen for a while...”

“Hmmm, probably best! But there was nothing going on...it was all perfectly innocent...” Jack protested plaintively.

Owen held his hands up, “Hey! Don’t tell me – try explaining that to your boyfriend – he’s the one who caught you in a compromising position over your desk..!”

“I tried...but he won’t listen! He just cuts me dead and walks off...”

“Think yourself lucky he didn’t have a gun on him...you didn’t see his face...” Owen turned the knife, knowing that Ianto had been devastated to find Jack bent over Gwen, his hands on her hips – they were friends of sorts, and he’d trust her with his life, but that green-eyed troll would always exist between the pair of them – and Jack’s guilty look coupled with Gwen’s giggle had done nothing to allay the Welshman’s fears...

While they’d been talking quietly, neither had paid any attention to Tosh in their ears or what Ianto had been doing. They were surprised then, when he appeared in front of them with his coat open and the gleaming creature tucked inside as it snuggled against his chest for comfort. The shimmer brightened as they looked at it, getting ready to jump, so Ianto wrapped his coat more tightly around it, hiding it from sight.

Jack raised his eyebrows, “How’d you manage that?”

“While you were trying to explain to Owen just what you were doing with Gwen...” Jack shifted guiltily from one foot to the other and broke eye contact, missing the flash of hurt in the Welshman’s eyes, “...Tosh and I were working out how to talk to this little guy and it was relatively easy as the Petrogaleon files had the complete protocols documented...” He whistled softly and the bundle under his coat squirmed, a sapphire blue nose poking out from under the black wool...

“It’s so cute...” Jack peeked inside Ianto’s coat, the Dorcopsis was the size of a tiny puppy, its fur that iridescent mix of blue and green and its huge liquid eyes, a jet black. It shrank back under Jack’s gaze and huddled closer into Ianto’s chest. The Welshman grinned and began walking back across the fields towards the distant speck that was the SUV.

“About bloody time!” Owen snarked, making off after him. Jack shrugged and followed, driving his hands deep into his pockets as he listened to Ianto and Tosh discussing the required sleeping arrangements for the creature.

“It’s gorgeous, Tosh...” Ianto enthused as he stumbled over the frozen ground. By the time they’d made it back to the SUV and tumbled gratefully into the welcome protection from the elements, Tosh had set up the mini sun lamps in the hot house and lined a travel cot with fleece blankets.

It was a short, if energetic, drive back and Jack was soon swinging into the underground car park. Ianto accepted his Captain’s offer of a hand down out of the car as he carefully cradled the now sleeping Dorcopsis. Tosh was waiting for them outside the hot house, going into raptures when she saw how cute it was. She took a few pictures for their database once Ianto had settled it down onto the blankets without it waking.

Owen had disappeared moments after checking that the creature was ok and now Jack was ushering a reluctant Toshiko out of the door, leaving his Welshman rearranging the blankets and making sure it had access to the olive oil – the closest to its natural drink that earth could offer – and an assortment of nuts and figs.

As Ianto stood gazing down at it, his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out to read Tosh’s text message, smiling at her urging to make Jack work for his forgiveness! He typed a quick reply, assuring her he would and pressed ‘send’.

There was another unread text from Gwen that had come in earlier in the evening. He’d been too cross to look at it earlier, but he opened it now, expecting to see the usual trite apologies... Instead, it was from Rhys, on his wife’s phone, explaining Jack had been showing Gwen a massage technique that would help ease his injured back from the rugby last weekend...he was really sorry if he’d caused any upset between them and to say that, yes, the technique was very good...in more ways than one..! Buy you a pint on Friday? His final comment before he’d signed off.

Ianto grinned, typed a swift ‘thanks, yea, usual place...’ and sent it, shoving the phone back into his pocket, before resuming his vigil over the sleeping alien. He turned at soft footsteps behind him, repressing a smile at the sight of his Captain carrying a tray with two mugs of frothy hot chocolate and a plate of Danish pastries...Jack was really trying to earn his forgiveness, although maybe he’d reserve judgement until he’d checked the state of the kitchen..!

Jack set the tray down on the potting table and moved towards his Welshman, sliding his arms around his waist from behind and nestling his chin into the young man’s shoulder. He nuzzled against his neck, “I’m sorry, Yan, really...but there was nothing going on...honest...I was just showing her...” his voice hitched and he paused, whispering, “I hate it when we fight...forgive me...please...

Ianto turned in the embrace, snaking his arms around Jack’s neck as he pressed their mouths together and slid his tongue in to dance sensuously with the older man’s. Jack moaned into the kiss and arched his body against the Welshman’s, arousal straining against the restrictive confines of their clothing.

They came up for air briefly, before sinking back into more sweet and tender kisses, hands raking through hair and over bodies...When they finally pulled apart, their lips were tingling, pink and swollen, pulses of desire sweeping through them... Jack cupped Ianto’s face, stroking his cheeks gently with his thumbs, love blazing as he gazed into those clear blue eyes. Ianto gasped at the intensity of the raw emotion that made his heart sing and his head spin. This wasn’t wild lust – it was something deeper...and the unspoken meaning left him trembling...

 

Shaking hands pushed braces from shoulders and unbuttoned the blue cotton, sliding it off, before he tugged Jack’s t-shirt from his trousers and pulled it up and over his head where it was flung to the floor...those hands ran over the smooth lines of his shoulders and across his chest, fingers spread to reach as much of his lover’s skin as possible. They paused to tease his nipples, feeling them harden under the touch... Their eyes still locked on each other, Ianto’s hands slid down past his waist to fumble with the buckle on Jack’s belt, then the button...pausing briefly to brush against his Captain’s hot arousal before sliding the zip down...

 

He sank to his knees to remove the older man’s boots, then socks, finally sliding his trousers and underwear down to leave him naked. He gazed up at him and smiled...a mix of love, passion and desire and Jack knew that he was forgiven... Ianto stood up and crushed their mouths together, Jack’s hands scrabbling at his Welshman’s clothes as they kissed and moaned, desire raging through them.

 

Breaking apart, gasping, Jack entwined their fingers and led his young lover back to his office, pausing to grab his coat off the stand, before climbing down the ladder and folding him back into his arms as he claimed those soft and sensual lips once more to kiss him senseless...

 

They surfaced for air and Jack picked up his coat from the bed...feeling the thrill of desire shoot through him as he locked eyes with the younger man. He held the coat open for his lover to slip into, smoothing the heavy wool gently over his shoulders just as Ianto did so often for him, the simple action intimate and tender...

 

Jack turned the Welshman back to face him, catching his breath at the sight of the soft white skin against the dark fabric of the coat. He pulled him closer and reclaimed his warm and responsive mouth as Ianto’s arms wrapped around him...

 

He thrust his body against the younger man’s, the coat flapping around them as they sank back into hot and wet kisses, passions rising, sending delicious spikes of pleasure coursing through them as heated skin pressed against heated skin... Jack’s hands ran over Ianto’s body, feeling the smoothness of his flesh against the roughness of the heavy wool and the bolts of want that shot straight to their groins. Ianto arched against him, his arms wound around the Captain’s neck as he was kissed into oblivion...

 

Breaking apart, panting heavily, they shuffled the few steps to the bed where Jack pushed his lover down gently until he was on his back, the coat splayed around him... Jack moved to straddle him, white hot tendrils of pleasure sparking as their hips ground together as he made himself comfortable.

 

He leant down and planted feather-light kisses over Ianto’s face and neck, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh and sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body reflected across his face. He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body beneath him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire grew, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Pulling away, flushed and breathless, Jack wriggled backwards so he was sat on Ianto’s thighs, giving him better access to his chest. He leant down and trailed his tongue from the soft hollow of his throat, ploughing a path through the fine hair to encircle a nipple, teasing it, sucking and nipping gently, drawing wanton moans from the young man as he arched his body and thrust his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, mind and body lost in the sensations of heady desire.

Jack’s tongue moved across to swirl around the other nipple, while his hands traced lazily downwards, fingers drawing light circles over the sensitive flesh feeling it quiver under his touch, longing echoing in his own body. His tongue trailed lower, dipping into Ianto’s belly button before continuing lower still, feeling his lover’s body tense with anticipation as he held his breath...

 

Jack smirked as his mouth hovered just above the young man’s skin, warm breath sending hot waves of desire coursing through him. Ianto mewled impatiently and squirmed beneath his lover, arching his hips up, his expression pleading...

 

Ianto’s senses swam and he gasped, then groaned with pleasure as he felt Jack’s mouth close over him, drawing him deeper into the moist heat, the flicking of his tongue and the scraping of teeth bringing the Welshman to the edge within seconds... Ianto moaned loudly, tangling his hands into Jack’s hair, shivering with pleasure as he spiralled towards release...

Jack grinned as he teased the sensitive flesh, nibbling, tongue flicking, building up the sensations...He felt Ianto’s breathing hitch as he scraped his teeth along the length then swallowed deeply, humming as the young man climaxed with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering with pleasure. Jack continued to suck until Ianto’s shudders had died away, smiling at the wanton sounds spilling from his lover’s mouth... He loved seeing the controlled Welshman coming undone at his hands, knowing that he alone saw the young man completely unguarded...totally open...

Ianto tugged gently on Jack’s hair, pulling him up to crush their mouths together, tongues battling for dominance... “..make love to me, Jack...please...” His breathing quickened in anticipation and he watched with lust-blown eyes as his lover reached for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before reaching down to slide in first one finger, then a second, brushing that sweet spot drawing soft moans from the younger man...

                                                                                                                                                                                  

“...now, Jack...need you now...” sighing as fingers were removed to be replaced with the slow gentle push until they were as one. Jack’s eyes were fixed on Ianto’s as he made love to him, slowly, tenderly, his blue grey depths alight with love and passion as they soared together towards blissful climax before collapsing sated in each other’s arms...

                                                                                                                         

They lay wrapped in the heavy warmth of the coat, breathing slowing to normal, each gently stroking the other’s face and hair... Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead, “...you ok..?”

 

Ianto nodded breathlessly, leaning into the touch... He closed his eyes, relishing the top to toe tingling of his body and the warmth of Jack’s body against his. Long minutes passed. Finally he slid off the bed, smiling at Jack’s instant squawk of protest, “...don’t go...it’s so cold without you...stay...please...” Even without looking Ianto knew the ‘puppy dog’ eyes would be out in full force and he grinned, turning to press a soft kiss to the top of his Captain’s head.

“I’ll be back in a minute....why don’t you get under the covers and warm them up for us...”moving his head slightly he whispered into Jack’s ear, crushed their mouths together in a lip-scorching kiss and moved away, wrapping the coat around him as he climbed lightly up the ladder.

Once topside, he went and peeked at the Dorcopsis which was still asleep and still so cute, then he skipped down the stairs to autopsy and tapped in the combination to Owen’s alien drug store, pulling out a small bottle, finally stopping by the kitchen to grab some water for them both. Shoving everything in the pockets of Jack’s coat he returned to the office and clambered down the ladder. In the half-light he could see his Captain was indeed under the covers – just – his feet were covered but the rest of him was visible in full glory, his eyes glittering with wicked promise as he watched his Welshman slip the coat off and drape it carefully over a chair. He caught his breath at the gorgeous sight of Ianto bending over to retrieve the items from the coat pocket, his pale skin gleaming enticingly...

“You coming back to bed...” he growled, his voice heavy with want, “...or do I have to come over there and get you...”

Ianto chuckled and straightened up, heading towards the bed. He placed the water on the bedside table and slid in beside his Captain, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as he pressed his icy cold feet against Jack’s warm ones... Jack hissed against his mouth at the sudden frosty assault, winding his legs around the young man as he plundered his mouth hungrily...

“Missed you...” he mumbled breathlessly when they came up for air, brushing his thumb over Ianto’s cheek as he cupped his face. “Where’d you go?”

“Checked up on our guest – still asleep, water and this...” he shook the bottle and Jack’s eyes lit up as the contents sparkled and shimmered...

“Owen’s secret sensua-oil...how’d you manage to get your hands on it? He keeps it locked away...even I don’t know the combination...”

“I know everything remember..?” Ianto leant in for another kiss, lips soft and responsive against Jack’s, slow sensual sweeps of tongue across his lover’s mouth... Jack moaned appreciatively and tugged his Welshman closer as they lost themselves in the wondrous sensations and seductive promises of the heady kiss...

Their breathing was somewhat laboured when they pulled apart, a light sheen of sweat glistening on their heated bodies as they raked hands through hair, their lips pink and swollen and hearts beating rapidly... “Had a text from Rhys...” Ianto gasped, his head resting against Jack’s chest as he got his breath back, “...he says those massage techniques you showed Gwen were something special...” he whispered against Jack’s mouth, “...I’ve got Owen’s sensua-oil if you’ve got the moves to go with it...”

Jack’s smile lit up the room like a supernova as he rolled them over to finish astride the younger man and reached for the oil, “...oh, baby, I have some Lomi Lomi moves that’ll blow your mind...” as he uncapped the bottle and tipped several drops onto Ianto’s chest... Ianto sighed happily as Jack’s hands began their magic work... Jack never failed him... the making up was always worth the falling out!

End

 

 


zazajb: (and I love you)

Title: Worth waiting for...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, minor mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Night –time fun is interrupted...duty calls...Ianto is unimpressed! Words 2620 

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Night club; glass, music, jelly, ‘It’s too dark, I’ll have to feel my way around.

 

Worth waiting for...

Ianto’s low moan of desire was swallowed up as Jack captured his lips...soft pink flesh pressing sensuously against his own as his tongue sought out its mate to slow dance first in one mouth and then the other... Ianto’s hands tangled briefly in his Captain’s hair before sliding down his body, one cupped his hip, urging their bodies closer so hot arousals rubbed together, sending wild sparks of want raging through them...the other grasped shirt and undershirt, a swift tug leaving space for fingers to slide inside and stroke the sensitised skin below...

They broke apart briefly to recharge their air supply, before sinking straight back into hot open-mouthed kisses, bodies arching together as their hands fumbled with buttons, braces, belts and zips... Ianto’s head swam and his knees turned to jelly as kiss followed spine-tingling kiss and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation of everything that was just Jack...as the pile of discarded clothing grew around them...

Finally toeing off shoes and socks, mouths still locked together, they stumbled backwards until their legs bumped into the edge of Jack’s bed and they sank down onto the tiny cot, their bodies finding the optimum positions as legs entangled and arms tugged closer....the pleasurable result of much practice...

Sighing softly, Jack pulled away from the Welshman’s deliciously kiss-swollen lips and pressed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck, pausing at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to suck the skin into his warm mouth, biting down softly. He chuckled as Ianto shuddered, before trailing across his throat and up the other side where he reclaimed his lips...softly at first, the kiss deepening as Jack slid his tongue back into Ianto’s willing mouth where they duelled happily...

Breaking apart, panting hard, long enjoyable minutes later, Jack returned to his lover’s neck, lapping in the hollow of his throat as the Welshman thrust his head back against the bed, before trailing his tongue down to his chest where it licked a path through the soft downy hair to encircle a nipple with his tongue, teasing the hardened nub, sending sparks of wild want raging through the young man... 

Ianto trembled with desire, his body arched against Jack’s, lips parted as he moaned loudly.  The other nipple received equal treatment, his teeth grazing the responsive flesh, as Ianto tangled his hands in the older man’s hair, urging him on.

 “..more Jack...please...” he panted, pleasure soaring to new heights. Jack continued his path downwards, relishing the young man’s every shudder and quiver as he kissed, nipped and licked every inch of his chest before sliding ever lower...

Jack felt Ianto’s breathing stutter as his body trembled with anticipation, canting his hips off the bed... Grinning wickedly, Jack held back, hot breath teasing his lover’s tender flesh...

“...Jack..!” Ianto mewled impatiently, “...please..!” his pleading turning to wanton moans as Jack’s mouth finally closed over him and his body spiralled into raptures of delight...

The rift alert siren blared out, startling them from their blissful pursuits. Jack swore and sat up abruptly as Ianto spluttered, his body screaming in protest at the sudden cessation of pleasure...

Jack was off the bed and up the ladder in moments as Ianto reluctantly slid out of the bunk and groped around collecting their clothes, reluctant to shatter the mood further by putting the light on. His body still buzzing, the Welshman clambered up the ladder with their attire, dumped the rest of it on the sofa in Jack’s office and, shrugging into his shirt, joined his Captain at Gwen’s workstation...

“...something’s come through at Greyfriars Road...just waiting for the precise...ah, Oceana Night Club...looks like there’s two signals, one inside and one outside at the back...so one each then...” he grinned as he took in the sight of his beloved Welshman; dishevelled hair, flushed cheeks, deliciously pink lips...the open shirt accentuating the lines of his gorgeous body...

He reached out and grabbed hold of the shirt, hauling the young man in for a searing kiss that had them both all hot and bothered again in seconds, Ianto’s arms wrapping themselves tightly around Jack’s waist as they surrendered briefly to the passion coursing through their veins...

They came up for air, panting hard, as Ianto wriggled regretfully out of his Captain’s embrace and padded back to get the rest of his clothes on. He was buttoning his shirt when Jack joined him and started pulling on his trousers... “...hopefully this won’t take too long and we can get back to the rest of our evening...I think you were enjoying yourself...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively as Ianto muttered in expressive Welsh under his breath. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s well worth waiting for...” he grinned, reaching for the now fully clothed Ianto and growled some enticing promises into his ear, relishing the shudders of desire that rippled through his young Welshman and burned hotly in his lust-blown blue eyes...

Sliding his braces onto his shoulders Jack slid into his coat that Ianto held out and they made their way down to the SUV. As Jack swung out of the underground garage, Ianto dragged the hand-held scanners out of the glove box and fired them up, twin flashing dots indicating their destination. It was almost 1.00am and the Cardiff Friday night scene was in full swing, revellers thronging through the streets and packing into the multitude of clubs...

Jack pulled up at the end of the alley behind a row of night clubs and they jumped out, nodding briefly at each other as they turned their comm. units on and went in opposite directions. Jack headed down the alley towards the first signal while Ianto went round to the front entrance, flashed his ID at the no-nonsense bouncer on the door and blinked rapidly as his senses were over-powered by the intense atmosphere once he’d passed through the foyer...

 “Jack..? Can you hear me..? It’s way too dark in here so I’ll have to feel my way around... I’m heading towards the signal now...”

The heavy thud of the music, heady and invigorating, crashed into his head and the scent of hot bodies grinding together assailed his nostrils...with his recent aroused state still only just below the surface it was a difficult path as he cut through the seething mass of people and his sensitised lower body reacted to the heat and friction of the crowds as he pushed his way towards the rear, to the more private booths... The scanner indicated that the signal was located in the Palapa Suite, to the left... Ianto altered his trajectory, relieved that this path was not as tightly packed and his nether regions got a reprieve.

The security on the door nodded as he approached, “...about time...they’ve been baying for your blood for the past fifteen minutes..!” he opened the door and Ianto was through it before he even had a chance to consider the meaning of the words. His arrival was greeted by the high pitched screaming of a dozen scantily clad, rather inebriated young women, one wearing a shiny plastic tiara and short veil, a large red ‘L’ pinned on her ample chest... oh fuck! A hen night..!

He smiled round at them from just inside the doorway, “...evening ladies...” Their screams hurt his ears and he blinked...the next second they were on him, eager hands raking over his arse and through his hair...Jack...need some help..!

Jack, meanwhile, crunched his way over the mass of broken glass, cigarette ends and discarded condoms that littered the ground. The faint light from the sliver of crescent moon in the sky above him reflected off chunks of dull grey metallic-looking material scattered over a wide area of the alley. Prodding it with his toe, he ran the scanner over it, raising an eyebrow at the readings. It was the remains of an Irdlarken remote exploration drone – this baby was a very long way from home and wouldn’t be going back there judging by the number of tiny pieces.

Crouching down he picked up a few of the smaller bits and dropped them into his pocket. Tosh could analyse them tomorrow and add the results to their database. He considered his options – he could start gathering the scattered remains and arrange transportation back to the hub which would mean dragging the team out of bed or he could leave it – there was nothing exceptional about this and with so much other detritus around, it was unlikely that this would be noticed...and the sooner this was dealt with the sooner he could take his Welshman back to bed...that’s a no brainer then! He grinned and made his way back up the alley, pressing his comm. unit in his ear, “Ianto..? How’re you doing?” He’d heard nothing since Ianto had first reported in, the noise in the background almost drowning out those gorgeous Welsh vowels...

“Ianto..? Can you hear me..?” he quickened his steps at the lack of response, sensing something was very wrong. “Ianto! Answer me...

He broke into a run as he got an answer... “Jack...fuck...Jack...help.!.”

“Hang on sweetheart...I’m coming...” He bolted past the doorman, waving his ID across the man’s nose as he shot past, barging his way urgently through the crowds and followed the signal to the Palapa Suite. The security man held up his hand.

“Sorry mate, private party...you can’t go in there...”

With no time to waste on explanations, Jack reached out and grabbed the man’s throat, shoving his ID into his face. “Torchwood, beat it!” He shoved the man away and wrenched the door open, not daring to imagine what he might find...his heart thudding painfully in his chest...

Ianto...well he assumed it was his Ianto as all he could see was his feet...was on his back on the floor, covered with semi naked young women all intent on tearing his clothes off, their screams ‘off off off off...’ drowning out his Welshman’s feeble cries... Blinking in surprise for a micro-second, Jack waded in and hauled the women off him, dumping them unceremoniously onto the sofa around the edge of the suite... Finally free of the baying blondes and brunettes, Ianto gasped for breath and attempted to cover himself up, the torn scarlet Swiss cotton pitifully inadequate for the job.

“You ok?” Jack held out his hand and pulled the young man to his feet, folding him into a fierce hug as he murmured into his ear, “I thought I’d lost you...can’t lose you...” Pulling back just enough to stare into those crystal blue eyes, Jack took a deep breath and finally said those words he’d put off time and time again... “Can’t lose you...Ianto...I love you...” he grinned at the stunned expression on his Welshman’s face, cupping his face tenderly “I love you...” before crushing their lips together, Jack’s tongue sweeping through Ianto’s mouth possessively as they held each other tightly.

Neither noticed the silence that fell in the room as the young women stared transfixed at the breathtaking sight of the two gorgeous men kissing like their lives depended on it.

“...that is bloody hot!” the bride-to-be applauded and squealed at the same time, the applause growing as the others joined her.

Jack pulled back from his Welshman’s mouth just long enough to flash a dazzling smile at the cheering group, tug Ianto in even closer before reclaiming those soft and sensual lips, drawing a contented sigh from their owner and collective “aahhh’s” from their appreciative audience.

They came up for air long, sweet minutes later, Ianto suddenly remembering where he was and did he dream it or had Jack told him he loved him..? He glanced around shyly, blushing under the intense gaze of the hen party...

“Well?” a buxom brunette in a sequinned mini-dress looked pointedly from him to Jack... Ianto smiled, it was real then... Turning back to his Captain, he traced the outline of Jack’s lips softly with his finger and rubbed their noses together, “...love you, too...” grinning as the older man’s eyes lit up, “...really, really love you...” and proceeded to kiss him senseless as their audience screamed and cheered, jumping up and down on the sofas with excitement.

When they broke apart, breath coming in tiny pants, they were surrounded by the giggling ladies, all eager to get a hug and a kiss from each man... Jack caught Ianto’s eye and nodded - retcon time and they still needed to track down the second signal...

With Jack busy with armfuls of young women, Ianto opened the door and beckoned the security guard over, “...three bottles of champagne please...” watching as the man took in his tattered clothing, “...they’re a wild lot in tonight..!” The man leered and relayed the order over his comm. unit. A minute or two later, a cocktail waitress sashayed towards him with a tray holding an ice bucket and three bottles of pink champagne. Nodding, he took it from her and vanished back into the room, closing the door firmly in the face of the security man.

Jack was sat on the low table, the posse of ladies on the sofas, hanging on his every word as he regaled them with wild stories of adventure and passion... All eyes turned towards Ianto as he returned with the bottles of bubbly and he smiled. Setting it down on the table he let out a squawk of surprise as he was whisked off his feet into Jack’s arms to be kissed into oblivion, the screams of delight fading into the distance as he revelled in his own personal paradise...

Jack released him and smiled softly, “they thought you were their strip-o-gram..!”

“I gathered...well, once they started ripping my clothes off..!”

“Strip-o-gram...it’s got all sorts of possibilities..!” Jack’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he set the young man back on his feet. “Champagne?”

Popping the corks, Ianto poured, slipping a mild dose of retcon into each glass, aside from their own. They all toasted the bride, Kate, and each other, as the laughing continued... Fifteen minutes later, the hen party were asleep...

Pulling the scanner out of his pocket, Jack located the micro bug from the probe lodged in one of the curtains and dropped it into one of the glasses of champagne. It fizzed wildly and went flat, “...carbon content short-circuits the system...” he explained, “...means we can still study it but it won’t transmit...” He hooked it out of the glass and dropped it into one of the empty hen night plastic goodie bags lying on the table and then added it to the collection of bits in his coat pocket.

A final scan revealed no further signals. Swinging round, Jack tugged Ianto back into his arms and kissed him gently, the lightest touch of lips conveying a much weightier sentiment, “...home? I can redirect any more alerts to my wrist strap...”

Ianto smiled and nodded briefly as he met Jack’s eyes, unconditional love blazing out of those blue grey depths, brushing his lips against his Captain’s ear as he whispered softly “...it was worth waiting for Jack...” before entwining their fingers and heading for the door...

End

 


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Title: At the end of the day
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Jack and Ianto unwind after a stressful day... Words  2150

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic, tw_proper  [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: unwinding; sellotape, ice cube, poem, ‘I thought we had him, but he’s a slippery devil!’

 

At the end of the day

Now!” Jack dived left, Ianto went right...there was some frantic splashing, an arc of spray and...they came up empty handed again... Ianto resumed the perpendicular, planted his hands - very cold, blue hands - on his hips and let out some rather expressive Welsh swear words, before dragging one hand across his forehead as the water dripped off the end of his button nose. “I thought we had him then, but he’s a slippery little devil!” he muttered, frowning.

Jack grinned at him, his gaze taking in the mud-streaked face and filthy blue pinstripe, the soaked fabric clinging to his body in such a way that it emphasised every gorgeous line of his body... He looked totally adorable, even pissed off as he was right now... Jack couldn’t prevent the gentle chuckle that escaped his lips...

Ianto glowered at his Captain, an acerbic retort worthy of their medic on the tip of his tongue when Jack waded through the murky water and grabbed him by his muddy lapels to drag him in for a searing kiss... Resisting for a split second, the Welshman melted into Jack’s embrace, relishing the warmth of his lips against his own, his soft moan lost as their tongues danced sensuously and he wrapped his arms around the man he adored, pulling him closer.

Long passionate minutes later, they surfaced for air, panting hard, their warm breath creating tiny clouds in the frozen air. “Better..?” Jack nuzzled into the young man’s damp hair.

“Yeah...now shall we catch this bloody thing and get out of here..?”

Jack delved into his coat pockets “...ok, let’s see what we got in here...” He pulled out a wooden folding ruler, gazing at it with an element of surprise, followed by a tube of mints, a bottle of lube, an alien version of a Swiss army knife, a roll of sellotape and one ski sock...

Ianto shook his head quietly as each random object was revealed, grinning at the lube and raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the single sock. Jack shrugged, “...no idea where the other one is! But this’ll do just fine...I hope they like mints...” as he forced the roll of sellotape into the top of the sock, tucking the top over so it created an open mouth... He dropped a couple of mints into the toe of the sock and unfolded the ruler, sliding one end into the fold at the top and then dipped the whole strange creation into the murky water, steering it around like a child’s fishing net...

The creature investigated cautiously but was unimpressed by the mint offering. Jack shared his own selection of swear words and began groping in his other pocket. Ianto waded across to where Jack was frowning as his search failed to find anything useful, reached a hand inside his jacket and pulled out a rather crushed and soggy bar of fine dark chocolate.

“Don’t tell Myfanwy, but is this any good..?”

Jack’s eyes lit up and he ripped into the bar, stuffing several squares into his own mouth before feeding some to the young man and then crushing their lips together, their tongues chasing the melting chocolate around each other’s mouths, the bitter sweet taste replacing the gritty tang of marsh water... Pulling away, shivering as the cold crept through his sodden body, Ianto savoured the brief warmth of Jack’s body pressed against his and hurriedly dropped bits of the broken bar into the sock.

The water churned as the creature chased the ‘net’, finally slipping inside the trap as it pursued the treat. Grinning triumphantly, Jack hoisted it up and tied the sock at the top and began wading towards the edge of the pool, reaching his hand towards his Welshman to entwine their frozen fingers...

It was a long trudge back across the reserve to the SUV where, despite their violent shivering, Ianto refused to allow them into the relative haven of the car until he’d covered the seats with plastic protective covers to prevent the mud and slime ruining the pristine interior...

“Bloody hurry up..!” Jack whined, his teeth chattering wildly...

With a final fumble at the last fastener with his numb fingers, Ianto nodded and Jack leapt in gratefully, turning the heaters up to full blast and they welcomed the painful tingling as their extremities began the slow process of defrosting...

With the creature safely sealed in the icebox in the boot, Jack started the engine and headed back towards the hub with no regard for the speed limit and was soon screeching to a halt in the underground car park. They tumbled out, warmer now but acutely aware of wet clothes and a need to remove them...

Ianto dragged the ice box out of the boot and hauled it down to the cells where they kept a large tank. Carefully lifting out the ski sock he immersed it in the water and groped into his pocket to pull out the remains of the chocolate. He dropped a couple of squares into the tank and regarded the snake-like creature with curiosity as it emerged from the safety of the sock. It was only about twelve inches long and reminded him of the Basalisk from Harry Potter... Once it was fully emerged from the sock he pulled the sopping item out and dropped it on the floor, watching as the snake devoured the chocolate...

A gentle smile curved his lips as footsteps approached and Jack joined him, sliding his hands around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. Ianto jumped as Jack’s cold nose pressed against his warm skin.

“Hey, watch where you’re sticking that ice cube!” he turned his head and brushed his lips against his Captain’s. “What is it?” he nodded at the creature in the tank.

“Not sure, looks like something from the Caelum system...but those ones are more of an orange colour and they’re much, much bigger...maybe this is just a baby...”

“It reminds me of a poem I had to learn for a school play when I was about six... It was called ‘Snake Mistake’ and we lined up as part of the snake and said a verse each... I was the head so I went first...” He straightened up and quoted dramatically

“One morning in my bedroom

I was startled by a snake,

so I picked him up and took him out

and threw him in the lake.”

 

Jack chortled and tightened his hold, “I bet you looked really cute as a snake head!” He pressed a kiss to the side of his Welshman’s neck, sucking the skin into his mouth as he bit down hard enough to leave a bruise, drawing a low moan from the man in his arms. “The shower’s running if you’re ready to get out of these wet clothes...” chuckling as Ianto nodded vigorously and grabbed his hand, tugging him enthusiastically back up the stairs towards Jack’s office and practically shoved him down the ladder to the cubby hole below.

 

Moments later they were wrapped around each other under the steaming spray, mouths pressed together as kiss followed knee-melting kiss... Gentle hands soaped bodies as they unwound, washing away the tensions of the day and warmth spread through them until they were tingling and refreshed.

 

They dried each other, kissing softly, before sliding under the covers and wrapping their arms around each other, pressed up close in Jack’s tiny bed... Ianto tightened his arms around his Captain’s neck as their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, opening his mouth to let Jack’s tongue in where it explored thoroughly as the kiss deepened. They broke off to draw breath before sinking back into more hot, open-mouthed kisses that grew in intensity as their bodies went into over-drive, hands raking through hair and stroking over heated flesh...

 

Jack pulled back gasping, caressing his lover’s face as he gazed into his eyes, reading love, lust and passion in equal measure, lips parted, body trembling in anticipation... The heady scent of desire hung heavy in the air as Jack crushed his mouth to his Welshman’s, feeling him melt against him...

Jack plundered the young man’s mouth, soft moans escaping against his lips as he was kissed into oblivion, his body arching up against his Captain’s, pleading for more...sighing happily as his lips were reclaimed, delighting in the soft and responsive feel of them under his own... Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, sharing the twin bolts of electricity that shot through them as their passion grew. Gasping, they came up for air, Jack peppering Ianto’s face with feather-light kisses before moving to nibble his way down the side of his neck, lingering on the bruise from earlier, kissing it softly and teasing the sensitive skin, drawing wanton sighs from his young lover.

He continued across his neck, lapping in the hollow of his throat as the Welshman thrust his head back against the bed, before trailing his tongue down to his chest where it licked a path through the soft downy hair to encircle a nipple with his tongue, teasing the nub of flesh which sent sparks of want raging through him. 

Ianto trembled with desire, his body arched against Jack’s, lips parted as he moaned loudly. The other nipple received equal treatment, his teeth grazing the responsive flesh, as Ianto tangled his hands in the older man’s hair, urging him on.

 “...more Jack...please...” he gasped, pleasure soaring to new heights. Jack continued his path downwards, relishing the young man’s every shudder and quiver as he kissed, nipped and licked every inch of his chest ...moving lower still until he took the young man into his mouth, the light scraping of teeth and energetic tongue driving him to the edge within minutes...

 Ianto tugged on Jack’s hair, stopping him before he reached the point of no return, “Jack...please...want you inside me...”

Sliding up the Welshman’s body, Jack crushed his lips to his lover’s, driving his tongue possessively into his mouth, moaning in unison at the shared spikes of desire, their kisses becoming more frantic as they devoured each other’s mouths, Ianto’s trembling hands sliding over his Captain’s heated skin...

Moving his hand from Ianto’s head and breaking into their wild tongue duelling , Jack pushed three fingers into his lover’s mouth, a low moan escaping as the younger man sucked on them hungrily, sending white hot tendrils of pleasure coursing through them both.

“...now, Jack...please...” Ianto begged, his body screaming out for Jack’s touch, panting and convulsing as he felt first one, then a second finger and finally a third, slide into him, hips bucking uncontrollably, every nerve ending responding to Jack’s touch, his breath coming in shuddering gasps and waves of wild ecstasy rolled through him as Jack’s fingers brushed that magic spot...

He whimpered when the fingers were withdrawn, only to moan as Jack pushed into him, slowly...savouring the feeling of hot tight heat before he began to move and they soared together towards that ultimate release...waves building rapidly...

Ianto clutched at Jack’s hair and pulled his face close, claiming his lips roughly, biting down and feeling the twin sensations of pleasure and pain collide with shuddering passion as Jack reached for him, matching his pace to his hand strokes.

He cried out against the older man’s mouth as spikes of desire raged through his body like bursts of wild fire on his heated skin, exquisite pleasure that was raw, electrifying and simply fucking amazing...

Jack thrust harder and faster as he felt his release building, spiralling towards that explosive climax, a hoarse cry echoing as they shuddered together in ecstasy and floated amongst the stars...

Jack collapsed onto his lover, their breath ragged pants as they basked in a post-orgasmic glow, trembling in unison. He brushed a stray lock of hair from Ianto’s forehead, gazing deeply into the young man’s eyes ...before reaching for the wipes and cleaning them both up, settling back down, warm and secure.

He kissed Ianto tenderly, losing himself in the feel of the man in his arms, “...you know it doesn’t matter what happens out there as long as I know we have each other at the end of the day...” he whispered as they drifted off to sated sleep...

End

 

 

 

 

 


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