Title: Twos and Blues: 10/?
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/?
“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
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.
“When we wake up...can we do that again..?”
Jack’s fiery kiss was all the answer he needed...