Zazajb's mad world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 16/?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 14/?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 12/?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 8/?

Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you have in mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?”

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

“Jack?” he mumbled, blinking drowsily

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...confession?” Ianto looked confused.

“How long have you had this coat fetish?”

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

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

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

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

tbc

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 4/?

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

“Jack..?”

“Yanno...”

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

“Sshh, sleep now...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Competition for what?”

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

“He’s...”

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

“Is he over you?”

“Mostly!”

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

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

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

“Perfect...thanks!”

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

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

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

“I meant about the fire service!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope, just wet dishes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Rhi..!

TBC

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 2/?

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto grinned as Rhi applauded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack? Who’s Jack?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup!” he said aloud as he opened the next one, a blush flooding his face as he read the second ...in more ways than one? Can’t wait to see you! J His mouth dropped open as the heat spread from his face to gather hopefully in his trousers and he almost dropped the phone when it buzzed in his hand...

You planning on getting out of that car or do I have to come and get you? I’ve got the tools for it! J

Ianto looked in his rear view mirror to see Jack stood behind his car, a delighted grin on his face as he clutched his phone. Opening the door he slid out of the driver’s seat and stood up as the butterflies began their full scale Red Arrows routine. He turned to face the Captain, willing his legs not to buckle as he walked towards him...

“Hi, Jack...”


Chapter 3 on LJ  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43878.html

and on DW http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/2819.html?view=515&posted=1#cmt515

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

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – hope it works...and please excuse the rewriting of Welsh geography!

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

Twos and Blues

Prologue

The sirens blared as the sleek red vehicle raced along the road. Four year old Ianto Jones clutched his mum’s hand tightly and gazed after the truck as it vanished into the distance, his eyes wide and mouth open.

At home again, the small boy went to his toy box and sorted out his fire engines, losing himself to a magical world of sirens and his imagination...

Twenty three years later...

Jack pushed the door. It was locked. Peering in, he could see a shadow moving at the far end of the room so he rapped on the glass panel, raising his hand in acknowledgement as a figure approached and unlocked the door.

“Station Commander Harkness...” he said as he stepped over the threshold and looked around appraisingly.

The young girl smiled. “I’ll get the boss...he’s out back wrestling with his Welsh cakes!” She laughed at Jack’s raised eyebrows, adding “...and I don’t think he’s winning!” as she disappeared from sight.

Moments later Jack caught his breath at the vision of beauty in the shape of the young man who walked towards him, his hand outstretched... His short brown hair sat in gentle waves above piercing blue eyes, a cute button nose and impossibly soft, pink and deliciously kissable lips, a white apron tied neatly around his waist over a chest-hugging navy t-shirt emblazoned with a Blue Gillespie logo and tight-fitting black jeans.

Jack felt an instant electric charge as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the momentary widening of the other man’s eyes suggesting he was not alone in the sensation.

“Jones, Ianto Jones...” gorgeous Welsh vowels caressed Jack’s ears and he struggled to maintain his focus as his blood supply fled south.

“Station Commander Harkness...’Captain’ to my friends...” he grinned as Ianto gave a gentle tug on his hand and he realised he still had hold of it. Releasing it reluctantly, he looked around the large open plan room. “I really like what you’ve done with the place...”

“You do? It’s a bit different...”

“I don’t think Ted and Eleanor had decorated since the early seventies! No, this is really nice – modern, airy and the booths at the side mean those who want a bit of privacy can have it...” he winked, drawing a soft rosy blush over Ianto’s pale cheeks and Jack had to remind himself sternly that he was on official duties.

He stepped back abruptly and began shrugging out of his coat, his breath hitching as Ianto reclosed the gap between them, “here, let me...” as he helped Jack off with his heavy 1940s greatcoat and that electric charge shot through him again with definite stirrings of interest below his waistline.

Ianto moved away to drape Jack’s coat carefully over the back of a chair giving the Captain vital moments in which to get his head back into Fire Service mode. By the time the Welshman had rejoined him, Jack had resolved to get the fire safety inspection completed before he made any further moves; it had been a very long time since he’d had this reaction to anyone...he shook his head minutely, he’d never had this reaction before and it made him feel like a teenager again, giddy and heart beating fast, his mouth dry...get a grip Harkness..!

“Shall we start in the kitchen?” he smiled as the young man nodded and turned to lead the way, giving Jack a gorgeous view of his denim-clad backside and his good intentions almost went out of the window!

“Boss-man..? I think these are almost there...” the blonde girl who’d let him in was tearing a flat cake in half before taking a tentative bite. “Yup, they actually taste like they’re supposed to – we’ll make a Welshman out of you yet!” she giggled as Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack.

“Captain, meet Mica, my cheeky imp of a niece!”

“Mica...” Jack nodded and gave her one of his movie idol grins that set her giggling again.

“Teenagers!” Ianto laughed and turned back to Jack. Would you like a coffee or do you need me to go over everything with you?”

“I’d love a coffee, black, no sugar please...and I’ll shout if there’s anything I need to ask...”

“Any particular type of coffee? I’ve got the lot – well, this is a coffee shop!”

“Surprise me!” Jack couldn’t believe he was flirting with this young man, a stranger he’d just met – albeit an undeniably gorgeous one!

Ianto just nodded and moved back out into the shop to his coffee machine.

Jack began his inspection as Mica watched him, her blonde head tilted to one side. “He likes you...” she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a very long time. Not many people can make him laugh these days – I know mum’s been worried about him, ever since he came back from Newport after Lisa dumped him...he’s been spending all his time here, getting this place ready...you know he lives upstairs in the flat...”

“Mica, I can hear you yattering from out here! Just let the Captain get on with his inspection without you bending his ear... Have you taken the rubbish out yet?” Ianto appeared in the doorway.

“I’m just doing it now! Shall I dump the three burnt lots of Welsh cakes or do you want to torture the birds with them?” she giggled again and scampered outside with two black bags before Ianto could reply.

“I hope she wasn’t distracting you, Captain, she’s a real chatterbox...” his expression softened and he looked out of the open back door fondly, “she’s a great kid and she’s been good company since I’ve been back...” 

“She said you were in Newport...” Jack ticked another box on his clipboard, missing the deep red that flushed the young man’s face as he realised what Mica had been chattering about.

“I...er...felt like a change...and this place came up – I always wanted my own business, so...” his voice trailed away as he met Jack’s frank and understanding gaze.

“I’m done here, I’ll have a look outside and then it’ll just be the main shop and upstairs...”

“I...um...” Ianto didn’t really know what he wanted to say or why he was getting so flustered and he was somewhat relieved when Jack nodded at him and went outside after Mica. He heard them laughing and took a deep breath, biting his bottom lip as he tried to imagine what other insights into his screwed up life his niece was imparting to the approachable, and incredibly handsome Ianto had to admit, Captain who looked absolutely dashing in his uniform... Sighing, he rubbed his eyes tiredly...

Mica bounced back in through the door. “Am I done now, boss? I promised mum I’d be back in time to put the tea on and I really need to get a few things from town...”

“Okay, you get off now...I’ll probably make one more batch...need to get them right before Saturday...” he dug into his pocket and pulled out a twenty pound note which he waved at her, “you did good today...treat yourself and I’ll see you after school tomorrow...”

Mica grinned and took the note, hugging him briefly before grabbing her bag and dashing out the door, throwing a happy “thanks Unca Yanno!” back over her shoulder. There was a pause followed by a deep groan as she crashed full tilt into Jack who was heading back inside, the collision winding him as his clipboard dug into his stomach. “Oops, sorry Captain...gotta dash!” and she was gone, leaving Jack to gurgle helplessly as he leant on the doorframe.

“Are you okay, sir?” Ianto hurried to Jack’s side, his close proximity highlighting the intoxicating aroma that Ianto had detected earlier; God this man smelled gorgeous!

Jack groaned again, the combination of a top-speed encounter with a buoyant teenager and those delectable Welsh vowels again, capped with that sir and his entire blood supply seemed to have deserted his brain, leaving him light-headed and gasping for air. He pushed himself off the doorframe and headed back through to the shop, sliding into the nearest booth. “I’m okay...”

Ianto poured the coffee into two blue and white striped mugs and added them to the tray with a plate of mixed Welsh cakes and shortbread and carried it over to where Jack was sat, now having recovered his breath. He handed Jack a mug, jumping minutely at the now familiar tingle of pleasure when their fingers brushed as the mug changed ownership.

“Thank you...” Jack smiled, “what was it Mica called you...Yanno?”

Ianto chuckled, “when she was little she couldn’t say my name properly, so I’ve been Unca Yanno ever since!”

“It’s cute...suits you..!” Jack took a sip of his coffee as Ianto blushed scarlet. “Wow!” Jack’s eyes widened, “this is awesome Ianto...Yanno!”

“Vanilla roast, no frills, just a straight blend...” Ianto’s blue eyes danced with delight and Jack was once again forced to quash the urge to tug the man into his arms and kiss him senseless... there was just something about him...

A brief but companionable silence fell as they drank their coffee and munched on Welsh cakes that apparently tasted like they should and lemon shortbread that Jack professed was the best he’d ever had, before he regrettably placed his empty mug back on the tray and picked up his clipboard again.

The main shop passed all aspects of inspection easily before Ianto led Jack upstairs. “I haven’t unpacked much up here...been spending all my time getting the shop ready...”

The flat consisted of two large double bedrooms, one of which was piled high with boxes, the other simply furnished with a king-sized bed, a large white sliding wardrobe, a chest of drawers and matching white bedside cabinets; a bathroom with shower cubicle, a separate toilet, decent sized kitchen with plenty of cupboard space finished in a light oak, a small table and four chairs at one end down a single step creating a simple dining area, leaving the living room, again a generous size and decorated in plain, uncluttered lines with two slate grey leather sofas and contrasting red cushions and curtains, a widescreen TV was set into the wall over the fireplace. Boxes in various states of unpacking were dotted around the room, one large one obviously full of books in front of a tall bookcase, but it was the display cabinet that grabbed Jack’s attention.

He strode over to it and turned to raise a questioning eyebrow in Ianto’s direction. The young man smiled and joined him “I’ve loved fire engines since I was a small boy and my family used to buy me a different model every year; there are some quite rare ones in there now...”

“That’s a really nice collection. See that one...next to the HP...Hydraulic Platform ...” he pointed, “that’s the first appliance I ever rode on...” he smiled wistfully, “...course, that was such a long time ago now...”

“You’re not that old!” Ianto grinned, sliding the cabinet door open and picking out the model under discussion. He handed it to Jack and watched the memories as they flew across the other man’s face, a myriad of different emotions playing out in just a few moments.

“I’m coming up on twenty years service...seen so many changes...” he handed the model back with a smile, “and this old girl wouldn’t recognise the latest appliances...” he sighed as Ianto replaced it in the cabinet and closed the door. “You ever think of playing for real?”

“Maybe...another lifetime ago...” in his head Ianto relived those heady early days of him and Lisa, saw again her pretty face pouting when he professed his desire to join the Fire Service, knowing it would involve a long stint at training school and rota patterns that would play havoc with his ability to be at her beck and call...and she’d sweet-talked him out of it. “...and it’s too late now!”

“It’s never too late...”

“I’ve got this place now...” the fleeting look of regret in his eyes not lost on the older man.

“I’m not just a firefighter, Ianto, I’ve got my own engineering company out on the Industrial Estate, Torchwood Engineering...Penarth’s fire service is made up of a retained crew...it means we’re all part-time and we respond when needed...” he turned slightly sideways and pointed to a tiny black pager attached to his belt “this lets us know when we’re needed and we go to the fire station...”

“So you’re not full time? How does that all work? I mean I can’t just up and go if I’ve got customers...” Ianto frowned as he thought of innumerable obstacles standing in the way of the enticing idea Jack had just presented him with...a way to have his cake and eat it too...

Jack chuckled, “I can see you’re interested – and you’ve got lots of questions... Why don’t you drop into the fire station on our weekly drill night – you can meet the crews, have a look around and I’ll answer all your questions...but for the moment all you need to know is that you can book off when you’re not available so you’re not on duty all the time – it’s a good system that means you can fit it around your main job and the rest of your life...”

Ianto nodded “you need to actually have a life to fit it around...” he muttered darkly to himself as he turned and headed for the stairs back to the shop, the comment drawing an arched eyebrow and a determination to get to know this intriguing – and utterly gorgeous – young Welshman much better. He followed the delectable backside down the stairs.

Back in the shop, Ianto worked his magic on the coffee machine again as Jack sorted out the required paperwork for his and Ianto’s signature. Presenting Jack with a mug of a rich hazelnut roast, Ianto chucked as the Captain almost swooned after his first sip, closing his eyes as he inhaled the delicious aroma.

“Wow...Yanno...just...wow!” he opened his eyes and took another sip, Ianto jumping as an insistent shrill bleating suddenly split the silence and Jack leapt up, sliding out of the booth at speed. “Sorry, gotta go – duty calls, your copy of the 1.1.D’s on the table. I’ll see you again Jones, Ianto Jones...” with that he was gone and the door clunked shut behind him. Through the glass panel of the door Ianto watched him jump into his black SUV and speed away leaving him feeling somehow cheated...almost bereft...and very confused...

Shrugging, he picked up Jack’s still full mug and inhaled the rich nutty vapour. Jack obviously had taste when it came to coffee as this was one of his best and Jack had certainly seemed to like it... Wandering back into the kitchen, he washed the mugs up and wiped the surfaces down, deciding against any more baking in his distracted state...

He pricked up his ears as he heard sirens in the distance, wondering if they were Jack and his team – were they called ‘team’? No, crew, Jack had said... Jack...visions of the man in his uniform, and that awesome coat, swirled around in his head as he locked up. His stomach did a loop-the-loop when he discovered Jack’s coat still over the back of the chair, forgotten in the rush to answer his bleeper. Glancing around, even though he knew he was alone, Ianto tugged the heavy coat from the chair and buried his face in the rough wool, breathing in the intoxicating scent of this man who had somehow captivated him...

He draped the coat over his arm and picked up the paperwork that Jack had left on the table for him, his breath hitching as he suddenly noticed the page that had obviously been torn from a diary or notebook.

Yanno – call me 07900 884246 Jack

Unexpected warmth swept through his body as he snatched the paper from the table and rubbed his thumb over it before tucking it carefully into his pocket. Finally, he switched off the lights and climbed the stairs to his flat. After filing his completed fire safety certificate he slumped in front of the TV, picking absently at his lasagne-for-one as he gazed at the coat he’d hung on a hanger and hooked on the bookcase and Jack’s number burned a hole in his pocket...

Finally, after two episodes of CSI which had passed his unseeing gaze, he plucked the number from his pocket and dialled, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach get a grip Ianto..! he told himself fiercely, you’re just going to tell him you have his coat safe...

However, the butterflies weren’t listening and went into full spin mode when the phone rang at the other end... You’ve reached Jack Harkness; can’t take your call right now so leave a message and I’ll get back to you...promise!

“Oh, er, hi...Jack, it’s Ianto...er...Jones...Yanno... I, er...you left your coat earlier so it’s hung up safe...” he paused, cursing his addled brain and incoherency, “right, guess that’s all, um, bye Jack!” he hung up and shook his head, “shit!” Rising, he dumped the rest of his dinner in the bin and made himself a coffee...hazelnut blend seemed a good choice...before heading for the shower where his thoughts drifted once more to soft dark hair, a pair of blue grey eyes, a dazzlingly white smile and dimples... As he soaped his body he found he was rock hard and it took just a few firm strokes to deal with, gasping that name as he shuddered his release and sank to the floor on boneless legs that refused to support him.

A very confused Welshman tossed and turned, lonely in his huge bed, his thoughts drawn like a magnet back to the same image...but I’m straight...tumbling around his sleep deprived brain until he eventually gave in and padded to the living room to drag the coat off the hanger and lay it on the pillow next to him.

Finally, he slept, his cheek resting on the heavy wool...


Chapter 1     http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43181.html

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 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 lilferret  ‘cos she’s awesome!

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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 darklingwoods  [thank you G for the name]