zazajb: (Twos and blues)


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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 2/?

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto grinned as Rhi applauded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack? Who’s Jack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Jack...”


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

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

 

 


zazajb: (b&w to the last man kiss)

Title: You know what they say...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – TTLM, set S2
Summary:   In the aftermath of ‘To the Last Man’ the team are coming to terms with everything that happened... Words 3750

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #18 - Theme: Medicine; tightwad, creamy, babbling ‘Well then, how about you try it and see how it goes...’ Still up to my ears in exam papers, but withdrawal symptoms were too strong and this demanded to be pinned to the keyboard!

 A/N1  Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234  a special friend who is celebrating a special birthday– have a wonderful day K... *champagne and hugs* xxx

 

You know what they say..?

Jack held out his hand, fixing the grumbling medic with a steely glare of grey blue eyes. “Come on, hand it over..!”

“But I was going to get something...” Owen protested as Gwen joined them, giggling, to add her voice to that of her Captain’s.

“Don’t be such a tightwad Owen! You can still get her something else just from you, this is a team gift...you know - from the team...” The sarcasm was wasted on Owen as he grudgingly handed over a ten pound note which Jack folded carefully and tucked in his trousers pocket.

“What are we getting her?”

“That’s Ianto’s department – I’m just the collect-the-money-with-menaces...” Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively as Owen backed around the other side of the partially dissected carcass of a scaly Lispistos he’d been working on.

“I’ve paid now so you can keep your menaces well away from me Harkness...save them for the tea boy – oh, and if I catch the pair of you on my autopsy table once more I’ll...”

Gwen fled up the stairs, snorting with laughter at the expression on the acerbic medic’s face as Jack launched into an impassioned account of the amazing feeling of cool steel on heated skin... She was still laughing helplessly when Ianto joined her, a tray of steaming mugs and sticky Danish pastries in his hands.

The Welshman smiled at her, “Jack finally extracting money from Owen?” he nodded towards the sounds of an increasingly tetchy Owen shooing the Captain out of his workspace.

“Oh, he got the money out of him ages ago, now he’s exaulting the delights of your wild sex sessions on his table...” Gwen grabbed her mug and an apricot Danish off the tray and fled, dissolving into giggles again as Ianto blushed scarlet and descended the stairs muttering what sounded like “decaf for a month...”

Peace finally reigned once more after Owen had given Ianto the same lecture on ‘1001 reasons not to shag on my autopsy table’, claimed his coffee and the biggest apple Danish and sent him on his way...

Jack looked up, grinning, as the harassed Welshman dumped his coffee on the desk and dropped heavily into the chair opposite him. “You managed to escape from Owen then?”

Ianto rolled his eyes “if I have to suffer his snarky comments once more I’ll put you on a sex ban – and I mean anywhere, not just his blasted table..!”

Jack’s face fell and he jumped up hastily, rounding his desk and tugging the young man up into his arms. “Sorry...” he whispered against his ear, “I was just winding him up...y’know, trying to lift everyone’s spirits after Tommy...”

Ianto leant against him as Jack’s arms tightened around his waist and he immersed himself in the intoxicating aroma that was just Jack...

I really should punish you...so you remember not to wind him up again...” his hands slid down to settle on his Captain’s arse, arching towards him so their hips ground together... “Do you deserve to be punished Jack..?” Ianto growled softly, a brief smirk tugging the corners of his mouth up as Jack let out a low moan and thrust his very obvious arousal back against him.

“Yes...I think I need to be punished...please...”

Ianto smiled briefly and grabbed the older man’s hands, planting them firmly by his side. “Your hands don’t move...no touching...you do exactly as I say...got it?”

“Yea...oh God, yea..wha...” the rest was lost as the Welshman crushed his mouth to his Captain’s, sliding his tongue into the welcoming warmth to map every contour possessively, moving his hand down to cup Jack’s rock hard arousal and press against it... Ianto smirked into the kiss, swallowing the deep wanton groans that escaped Jack’s mouth as he increased the pressure against the hot swelling with the heel of his hand, causing the older man to clench his fists tightly in an effort to remain still...

Breaking off for air, Ianto launched an assault on Jack’s neck and that sensitive spot behind his ear, moving round behind his Captain to press his own prominent bulge against the cheeks of Jack’s arse as he grabbed his hips to hold him in place and thrust hard... Jack’s hands clenched tighter and his moans got louder, his eyes closed and head thrown back to allow Ianto’s lips more access to his sensitive skin...

With a final hard grind against Jack’s back, Ianto stepped away, chuckling at the needy whimper that dropped from the older man’s pouting lips as the heat of the Welshman’s body left him...

 

I-a-n-t-o...ple...” A finger pressed to his lips stopped the older man mid-plea, the firm shake of the younger man’s head and the mischievous twinkle in his clear blue eyes promising all sorts of pleasures later if he behaved now. Jack shut up, squirming a little at the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers that he didn’t dare adjust.

A soft just-for-Jack smile lit up Ianto’s face and Jack’s heart skipped a beat; this man was so utterly gorgeous and the newfound confidence that radiated from him since that kiss the night before Tommy had gone back to 1918 was so darned sexy... He let out a tiny gasp as he recognised the feeling...love...he loved this man... Ianto’s eyes met his, love blazing from those cobalt blue depths as they mirrored the sentiment from his own blue grey pools. They stood motionless for long moments as they absorbed the enormity of the realisation, unspoken, yet undeniable...

Their lips met, the kiss light and reverent, each relishing the feel of the other, butterflies swooping in their stomachs as tongues slid almost shyly against each other... This was no longer about lust or sexual desire, it was deep and meaningful...commitment and promises all conveyed in a simple kiss that left them both gasping with its intensity when they finally pulled apart...

 The blaring of the roller door dragged them back to the here and now, Tosh looking much more rested and almost herself again as she headed for her workstation. “She looks better again today, I think she must actually be taking those sleeping pills that Owen gave her...” Their thoughts rolled back almost a week...

They’d noticed the change in Tosh immediately, even though she was as immaculate as ever, the dark rings under her eyes carefully hidden with clever make up, but that spark that was Tosh had been missing... Owen and Gwen had seemingly seen nothing as they continued their banter from opposite sides of the hub...

Jack and Ianto had nodded at each other, their plans preset and put into action... They walked towards the pretty tech genius, seemingly deep in conversation about an artefact Ianto had been working on, pausing briefly to say good morning, Jack’s voice unusually gentle as he chided her for being an hour early... “Don’t come in till twelve, I said...your clock’s wrong...” he smiled at the typical Tosh response – it was always “...must be the alien batteries...” before the two men continued to the kitchen where Ianto brewed the coffee as Jack leant against the worktop and watched those long slender fingers in motion, every movement a symphony of efficiency and elegance...

“She’s not herself Jack...she needs to see Owen...”

“I’ll get her to my office...”

“I’ll bring Owen...”

Ianto headed down the stairs first, grinning as he rolled his hips, knowing that Jack’s eyes would be fixed on his rear view. The quiet chuckle that floated down behind him confirmed that his Captain was enjoying the show, further reinforced by the quick squeeze of his blue pinstripe covered backside as the other man passed him when he leant over to hand Gwen her mug and a slice of carrot cake.

Jack paused by Tosh’s workstation, peering over her shoulder at the complicated program she was working on. “Can you spare me a minute to look at something on my screen, Tosh? It’s from one of my contacts and it looks rather interesting...” He nodded imperceptibly towards the Welshman as Tosh immediately got up and followed Jack up towards his office, leaving Ianto to explain their worries to Owen...

Fortunately, Owen was also worried about her, realising belatedly that he had stronger feelings for the pretty tech genius than he’d allowed himself to acknowledge, admitting sheepishly that he’d been incredibly jealous when Tosh had taken Tommy home, knowing what would happen there...

Moments later Ianto and Owen were tapping lightly on the door to Jack’s office. Tosh was sat in the chair opposite, her eyes full of tears which spilled out as they entered, “...I have nightmares...I keep seeing him shot...it’s so unfair, he was so brave and they just executed him like a coward....” she dissolved into huge wracking sobs that shook her body. Jack and Ianto both moved towards her, beaten to it by Owen who dragged a hanky from his pocket to hand to the distraught woman before wrapping her in his arms where he rocked her gently...

Ianto tugged Jack out of the office and they leant against each other, each drawing comfort from the other without the need for words. Jack slid an arm around the Welshman’s waist to pull him closer before capturing his mouth, Ianto’s arms snaking around his Captain’s neck as he immersed himself in the wondrous sensations of Jack’s lips moving softly against his own and they lost themselves in the moment... They pulled apart reluctantly and rested their foreheads together, secure in the warmth of their embrace despite their worry for Tosh’s wellbeing...

When they glanced back into the office, Tosh had stopped crying and Owen was on his knees by the chair. He was speaking quietly but they could see urgency of his words. Tosh had tight hold of his hand and was nodding, her tearstained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes testament to the depth of her distress. As they watched, uncertain whether to go back in or not, Owen stood and pulled her to her feet. Wrapping his arm around her trim waist he steered them towards the door.

Jack raised a questioning eyebrow as Owen released Tosh and beckoned Jack to one side, while Ianto brushed his lips to Tosh’s temple and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly... A few minutes later, Jack reappeared at Ianto’s side and Owen wrapped himself around Tosh once more as he led her down towards autopsy. Watching them vanish out of sight, Jack pushed the Welshman gently back into his office and closed the door.

“Tosh admitted she hasn’t slept since Tommy went back; she can still hear him in her head and every time she finally falls asleep she has the nightmare where he’s shot for cowardice. Now she doesn’t dare close her eyes... She’s agreed that Owen will give her some medication to give her dreamless sleep, she’ll take it for ten days and see how it goes. I suggested she might like someone there with her...”

They grinned at each other, remembering the medic’s possessive clasp of Tosh’s hand and the closeness of the hold around her waist, “somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem...”

Tosh waving cheerily as she sat down dragged them back to the present and they parted, Ianto headed to the kitchen to make Tosh a coffee, Jack dragged a pile of files towards him with extreme reluctance and began work...

The rest of the day passed without major incident, Ianto went on a supply run with a couple of extra stops thrown in, Gwen and Jack dealt with a lone Weevil late in the afternoon and they were shooed out of the hub by five thirty “...for good behaviour...”

The reference wasn’t lost on the Welshman and he chuckled at the barely concealed impatience as his Captain exchanged goodbyes with the team. Taking advantage of the distraction he quietly vanished down into the archives...punishment meant learning to be patient – something Jack was never very good at! Sure enough the CCTV camera blinked on no more than ten minutes later.

Grinning, Ianto slipped on the perception filter TARDIS key he’d removed from Jack’s drawer earlier that day and sat quietly reading the paper after carefully wrapping the various accessories that went with Tosh’s birthday gift, ignoring the increasingly frequent beeps from his phone as Jack tried in vain to track him down...

As predicted, Jack came looking in person not long after, bursting exuberantly into the room, “Yan, I know you’re in...oh..!” He stopped abruptly and gazed around the room, his eyes coming to rest on the corner farthest away from the door. Ianto chuckled and removed the key, standing to meet his Captain’s eyes. “You’ve been here all along?” his voice rose an octave, “I’ve been looking everywhere!”

“Punishment, Jack...remember?” The soft Welsh vowels made the older man pause and a smirk crossed with a hungry leer flew across his face. He strode over to Ianto and reached for him, gasping when Ianto dodged his hands and nipped behind him, grabbing Jack and slamming him against the filing cabinet as he crushed their mouths together in a searing kiss... Jack’s hands tangled in Ianto’s hair as he kissed back fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance until they broke apart panting hard.

Ianto’s hands settled on Jack’s hips, tugging him closer so their bodies ground against each other, causing low guttural moans to collide as their lips crashed together once more and hands raked feverishly at clothing, desperate to touch warm skin below...

“Ha...have you been punished enough now..?” Ianto’s head was swimming and he was trembling with desire, knees week from the ferocity of their kisses.

“Yes...God, yes...I’ve learned my lesson...” Jack growled, raining hot, wet kisses down the side of the Welshman’s neck as their hands fumbled with buttons, belts and zips and clothes flew wildly in all directions. They made love with abandon, the passionate desire that had built all day finally let out to both their satisfaction and they collapsed in a tangled heap of sweat-slicked limbs... A shower, a take out Chinese dinner, each other for dessert followed by another shower and they curled up, pressed closely together, in Jack’s tiny bunk to fall into sated sleep.

Tosh’s birthday dawned early, the rift alert dragging them out of bed at five o’clock to deal with a party of lost Darner Annux fire-flies, their three feet wingspan of vibrant colour a glorious sight to behold in the soft light of the morning. After some directions and tail-spark of thanks, they were gone, leaving the two men now wide awake. Back at the hub Ianto made coffee and they took it up onto the roof of the Millenium Centre to watch the city as she slowly came to life for another day.

Coffee drunk, view absorbed and numerous kisses and cuddles exchanged and enjoyed, they made their way back to the hub and indulged in a leisurely and mutually satisfying session in the shower before starting the work of the day. Gwen and Owen arrived a little after eight thirty, with Tosh not due in until midday...

After the first team coffees were made and dispensed, Ianto went to collect Tosh’s cake from the baker’s, a vision of Angel cake with a light creamy filling between each of the three layers – Tosh’s ultimate favourite! Landing the cake out of sight in Jack’s office, Ianto then carried on with the rest of his morning plans which included restocking the leaflets and generally sprucing up the Tourist Information office whilst he waited for the delivery of Tosh’s main gift from the team.

He’d only been there fifteen minutes when it arrived and, after signing the delivery note, he took it down to the others who were going to assemble it ready for her arrival. Gwen was tapping away industriously on her reports, Owen was wiping down his table after finishing his latest autopsy, the sight of that sleek steel surface bringing a smile to the Welshman’s lips and a definite stirring of fond memories below his waistline...

He chuckled to himself and headed up the stairs to his Captain’s office where Jack was...Jack was...the smile was wiped of Ianto’s face to be replaced with a thunderous frown as he stepped over the threshold. “Jack!

Jack spun round guiltily, his finger in his mouth as he licked the cream from it, having just run said finger along the side of the Angel cake... He grinned sheepishly around his finger and sucked suggestively in an attempt to distract the younger man from the ticking off he was about to dispense. “I was just...it was...there was a...um...I didn’t mean...”

Ianto planted his hands on his hips and quashed the further squirms from his nether regions, along with the amused smile that tugged enticingly at the corners of his mouth, schooling his features instead into a stern and disapproving stare. “You’re babbling Jack, and that’s Tosh’s birthday cake...leave. it. alone...” He frowned, his feet shifting minutely on the floor as his blood flow continued southwards to congregate in the front of his trousers at the lewd noises now dropping from the older man’s lips as he lapped his tongue around his finger.

“Don’t Jack! I’m cross and I guess I’m just going to have to punish you again...only this time it’ll be worse...” He moved across the office and hooked a hand into his Captain’s braces, dragging him away from the cake and towards the glass wall to slam him up against it as he ground the hot swelling in his trousers hard into Jack’s thigh... Bringing their lips together, he let them touch for a second and pulled away, ignoring the protest from his own body that echoed the plaintive whimper from his boss.

He turned swiftly on his heel and moved back to the door. “The easel’s here, I suggest you take it down to autopsy and put it together, Tosh is due in at twelve, but we all know her ‘alien batteries’ mean she’ll be here in about twenty minutes! Oh, and you go near that cake again and you’ll be sleeping alone for a week...” he threw back over his shoulder, considerately not smirking until he was out of Jack’s line of sight. He snuck a quick glance back from the roller to see the forlorn figure of his Captain carrying the box down to where Owen and Gwen were now waiting. Chuckling, he made his way back to the TI office...

He’d just finished dusting when Tosh came through the door, looking refreshed and almost herself again. “Happy birthday...” Ianto hugged her warmly, planting a soft kiss to her cheek. “You look so much better...nightmares all gone now?”

Tosh giggled and hid her face in his neck “Owen’s stayed every night...he makes sure that I’m...” she paused and blushed prettily, “...tired before I go to sleep...”

Squeezing her tightly, Ianto grinned. “Good for you, it’s way overdue...now, you ready for the mad house? If we go to the kitchen I can make the coffee before we join the others...”

“I’m early..!” Tosh shrugged lightly, “...I can’t help it, it’s those...”

“...alien batteries!” Ianto finished for her, and they both laughed, linking hands as they headed down to the hub.

Down in autopsy things were not going well. Owen was in charge of construction “it’s my autopsy bay, my girlfriend...” he glared up from opening the box, daring either of them to make a comment, “so I’ll be the one putting it together..!”

“Fine by us Mr Producer..!” Jack grinned at Gwen who merely shook her head as they watched a mass of wood, stainless steel and electrical gadgetry tumble out of the packaging and on to the table. Owen wrenched open several bags of screws, washers and fixings and heaped them to one side, tossing the box and empty bags behind him.

“Don’t you want the instructions?” Gwen suggested tentatively.

“Real men don’t need instructions!” Owen snorted in a dismissive and superior manner that had Gwen biting back several very ‘Owen-like’ replies. Instead she settled back to watch. It became obvious rather quickly that Owen had no idea where to start or even what he was building, his rapidly rising exchanges with Jack who interjected with helpful – and more frequently - unhelpful suggestions, leaving Gwen laughing so much that she had no breath left to offer her own direction to the acerbic medic!

The coffee was made and Ianto could delay no longer, leading the way down the steps from the kitchen slowly and hoping that they’d had enough time... They stopped by the railings and peered over. Gwen was sagging helpless with laughter against the far wall, Owen had a stainless steel pole he was waving dangerously in the air, snarking loudly, “well then, how about you try it and see how it goes!” as Jack gesticulated wildly at various different lengths of wood. It was like looking down into a bear pit!

A tug-of-war ensued over the pole which ended abruptly when Owen threatened to shove it so far up Jack’s backside that he wouldn’t sit down for a month! Jack relinquished his hold and drove his hands into his pockets, a sulky pout on his face...

Ianto glanced worriedly at Tosh, relieved to see her smiling broadly before she broke down into fits of giggles and the three in autopsy looked up with horror on their faces. Ianto attempted a glare at his squabbling colleagues, failing miserably as Tosh nudged him in the side, “you have to admit, Ianto...they’re hilarious..utterly hopeless, but so funny!” and he grinned, nodding.

“Right, you lot, Jack’s office...now!” He chuckled as they hastened to obey causing a minor rugby scrum at the bottom of the steps as each tried to be first.

Tosh clutched her sides and wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, “It’s true what they say...” she gasped as she followed the Welshman into the office and collapsed into Jack’s chair, “...laughter is definitely the best medicine...”

End

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

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

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

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


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

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

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

 

If you just believe...

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

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

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

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

Jack, Ianto, Bry & Amme

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

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

Love Martha & Tom xxx

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

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

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

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

What for?

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

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

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

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

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

He gets more like his Godfather everyday!

He’s got his dad’s pout..!

I don’t pout!

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

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

Oh bugger!

Yan?

Miss Martin’s here again...

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

She loved you last week...

Ianto groaned that was last week..!

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

Jack glanced around are there even more here this week?

I think so...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Measuring tapes never lie...

So I’m told!  

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

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

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

Just you and me...

And Myfanwy...

Just you and me and the pet dinosaur then!

She’s not a dinosaur, Jack she’s a...

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

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

I should be clearing up...

So clear up then..!

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

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

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

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

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

Lube?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shower?

Yep...and then a coffee...

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

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

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

I love you!

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

I’m always good..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you put the lights on...

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

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

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

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

The reindeer talk?

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

Oh! Shall I bring the reindeer inside?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto?

Kris?

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

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

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

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

Take over?

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

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

Yep!

Shall I call Gwen?

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

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

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

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

Myfanwy to the rescue...

But...how..?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack?

Sweetheart?

You’re pregnant..?

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

Jack?

Ianto?

C’m here! I love you...

Love you too...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End
 

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

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

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

 

Tissues and tall tales...

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

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

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

“I’m not sure it’s...” he started.

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

You know you’re going to let him go!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yep! You better practice those puppy-dog eyes!

Done! Tell her yes and thank you!

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

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

Like?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s one gone...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love you too...

Moments later they were asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G’night...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh? No idea!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m here sweetheart...I’m here...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He was having trouble breathing...”

“Not according to my monitors...”

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

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

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

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

I’m coming too...

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

“What is it, Tosh?”

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

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

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

It’ll be okay...I promise...

I’m scared Jack...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want some help making the drinks?

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

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

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

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

Jack...thank you...

Welcome, sweetheart...love you...

You too...

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

They’re gone...

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

Ianto placed the mugs on the desk. What?

You’re beautiful...

I’m blue!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto...you okay sweetheart?

I’m fine...just filing...routine...

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

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

Promises, promises...

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

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

Sod the files, I’m on my way...

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

Ianto stopped in surprise, cariad?

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

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

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

 Love you, my little boy blue...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

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

Title: Burnt offerings...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A long night and Jack cooks... Words 2690

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #14 - Theme: Kitchen; condign, expel, shower gel ‘Look a map of Cardiff. Isn’t it brilliant?’

 A/N1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  and [livejournal.com profile] choccy_grl  Happy Birthday ladies xxx

 

Burnt offerings

The roller door siren blared to admit Gwen, Tosh and Owen, all looking bright eyed and bushy tailed...unlike the weary and unusually crumpled Welshman who was currently leant against an equally dishevelled Captain as they sipped from their mugs of extra strong blend.

“Morning!” Gwen chirped breezily, “good night?”

“Fantastic!” Ianto deadpanned “...half a dozen weevils, a Blowfish and our crop circle friends are back...we’ve spent the last six hours retconning the farmers, workers and a pack of cubs out doing their camping badge...”

“Ooh, I love looking at the crop circles..!” Tosh skipped happily to her computer and logged on. “Look, an eagle...wow, that’s clever...and I love this wheels and cogs kind of thing – so intricate...”

Jack and Ianto looked at each other and couldn’t help grinning – it wasn’t often they got to see Tosh like this! They chuckled as she squealed in delight “Look, a map of Cardiff, isn’t it brilliant? That’s my favourite so far...” Gwen grinned and went to join her, the two women discussing the numerous different patterns enthusiastically.

Owen muttered something under his breath and stomped down to autopsy, his brief good spirits evaporating rapidly. He clanged around and banged drawers moodily, the actions drawing further smiles from the two weary men. Jack tightened his grip around Ianto’s waist as the young man went to move away, “stay...” he mumbled into his neck, the warmth of his breath sending delicious shivers down the Welshman’s spine.

“I need to make the coffee Jack...” he turned in the embrace and brushed their lips together lightly. “You go to your office and I’ll bring you a fresh mug, it might ...” His words were cut off as Jack captured his mouth in a sweet and tender kiss that grew progressively hotter as tongues swept each other’s mouths and desire reawakened tired bodies. Jack’s free hand settled in the small of Ianto’s back, pressing him closer as Ianto’s tangled in his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the moment...just them, right here, right now...

“Oi, go get a room! I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” They sprang apart, panting, as Owen glared at them. “What with giggling females talking bloody crop circles and the boss snogging the tea boy all over the place..!” he stomped off back to autopsy and crashed a few more unfortunate bits of equipment around.

“I believe Owen’s feeling left out...he’s got no-one to play with!” Ianto murmured into Jack’s ear.

“I’ll go snog him too if you like?” Jack offered...”joke!” he said hastily at the frown on Ianto’s face. “Why don’t you go an make our delightful medic a lovely cup of decaf...he’s clearly far too wound up for the real thing...”

Ianto grinned and moved regretfully from the warmth of Jack’s body. He smiled at Gwen and Tosh, still immersed in their discussions over the different patterns currently scattered over Cardiff and the surrounding area.

By the time he’d made the coffee and plated up the Danish pastries that Gwen had brought in, the ladies had settled to work at their own computers. They smiled their thanks as he handed them their drinks and resumed working.

“At last!” was Owen’s attempt at a thank you and Ianto was doubly pleased he’d gone for the decaf. Any more snark from the acerbic medic and he’d be on the instant!

“You’re welcome!” he remarked, smothering the snort of laughter as Owen wrapped his fingers around his Gremlins mug and inhaled deeply, muttering about really needing his caffeine fix. He retreated gracefully up the stairs and headed to Jack’s office where his Captain was attempting to do some paperwork.

Jack pushed the file aside and held out his hand. Placing their mugs on the coasters and dumping the tray on the floor, Ianto allowed himself to be tugged onto the older man’s lap where they rested weary heads together. Ianto felt his eyes closing and snuggled closer into Jack’s warm and comforting body, a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth as Jack’s fingers threaded gently through his hair.

Both were almost asleep when the rift alarm blared out, dragging them back to harsh reality. Sighing heavily they headed down to Tosh’s workstation. “Strange bits of metal raining from the sky in Bute Park, a jogger’s been hit on the head with one piece, emergency services are en route...looks like something’s broken up in the atmosphere...”

“Okay, containment exercise. We’ll need to assess the spread, Owen get on to Ambulance HQ and tell them we’re nearer, Gwen, liaise with the Police – we might need them to cordon off the park, lots of retcon and hopefully no alien bodies to go with it!”

Grabbing their gear quickly, they hurried off to the SUV. Ianto suppressed a yawn as he pulled the hand held scanner out of the glove box. It was going to be a very long day...

Four hours later, they had about a third of what Jack said was an Arteiren freighter, gathered up from across the park. Fortunately, the rest – and any bodies – had burned up in the atmosphere, the jogger had been treated for a gash on his head, lightly retconned and sent home. The media had the story of a downed weather drone and the team were headed back to the hub.

Ianto dealt with the mangled metal before staggering wearily into the kitchen to make the coffee, industrial strength for everyone, even Owen! He rubbed his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his aching legs to carry him down the stairs without too many tremors. The gratitude in his colleagues’ eyes more than made up for their lack of words as they hurried to complete the cover-up story, reports and updated their data-bases.

Taking the tray and the last two mugs up to Jack’s office, Ianto yawned widely and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to ease the dull ache that had settled throughout his body. He slumped into the chair and managed a grin at Jack’s pout when his offer of his lap was rejected. “I’d be asleep in two minutes Jack, and we’ve still got work to do...real work!” he amended hastily as a flicker of desire lit in the other man’s eyes.

Jack chuckled quietly and allowed the Welshman to drink his coffee unmolested before hauling him to his feet and steering him gently towards the hole in the floor that led down to his bunker. “You are going to lie down...no...that’s an order – we’ve been up all night and you need to get some rest...”

At the bottom of the ladder he removed the young man’s jacket and waistcoat, hanging them over the back of the chair, then undid the perfect knot of silk at his throat and the top three buttons. Shoes were slipped from his feet and he was propelled towards the tiny bunk. Ianto looked at him, all resistance had gone and now he just wanted to sleep, “stay a bit, please?”

Jack smiled and removed his boots, sliding onto the bed to wrap Ianto into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss into his hair, “now sleep...” Minutes later the slow breathing and heavy warmth of Ianto’s body against his confirmed the young man was sound asleep, exhausted from their busy night. Jack smiled and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t sleep but it was restful just laying here with his arms full of his beloved Welshman.

Moving carefully to avoid waking the sleeping man, Jack climbed off the bed and gazed down at him. Ianto looked so young and innocent in sleep and a rush of emotion washed over him, an emotion Jack recognised as love... Ianto made him complete, gave him a reason for living and he loved him totally.

He brushed a kiss over the young man’s temple and laced up his boots before returning to his office where he tackled some of the mountain of paper on his desk. After an hour, he’d had enough, grabbed his coat and, after a brief conversation with Tosh, left the hub.

Ianto yawned and stretched, somewhat surprised to find himself still clothed and alone in Jack’s bunk.  After retrieving his waistcoat, jacket and shoes, he climbed up the ladder into Jack’s deserted office. A brief glance at his watch told him he’d been asleep for a little over three hours and he had to admit he felt better for the rest.

Tosh looked up, smiling, from her workstation. “Feeling better?”

“Yep, much thank you. Where is everyone?”

“Gwen and Owen are out on a supply run – coffee and cake, Jack left a couple of hours ago, said he’d see you at home...” her eyes twinkled fondly at her friend at the soft expression that lit up his face at her words.

“...at home? He said those exact words?” he blushed, knowing he sounded like an excited teenager after her first kiss!

“Those precise, exact words... I take it things are going well?”

Ianto smiled, his eyes sparkling as he spoke of the man he loved with every fibre of his being “it’s early days, but yeah, seems to be... Well, I’ll be heading home then...you sure you don’t want coffee before I go?”

“Honestly, we’re fine. Yours is the best of course, but they’ll be back any minute...” She stood and hugged him, “get out of here while you can!”

Ianto hugged back and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Tosh, see you tomorrow.” The roller door clunked behind him and he grinned all the way to the car and all the way home, noting absently that Jack must’ve walked as the SUV was still in its parking bay. He climbed the stairs, aimlessly humming whatever tune had been on the radio without conscious thought and a thrill of excitement shot through him as he turned his key in the lock.

A mix of delicious smells wafted out as he opened the door...Jack had been cooking... His brain shrieked an alert Jack had been cooking – in his kitchen...in their kitchen he told himself quickly...

“Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?” the sight of Jack coming out of the kitchen in one of Ianto’s Blue Gillespie t-shirts, an apron tied around his waist and a tea towel thrown casually over his shoulder took the Welshman’s breath away and he just gaped, a domestic Jack so different from the dashing hero-coated dynamic leader he was used to.

Jack grinned at him and swept him into his arms, kissing him softly. “I missed you...” he whispered when they parted. He took Ianto’s hand and led him into the kitchen. “Roast lamb in the oven with roast potatoes, parsnips and baby onions, green beans and carrots ready to boil on the hob and for dessert...” he broke off following the Welshman’s stunned gaze. “I’ve been making pastry!” he said proudly, “for a lemon meringue pie...you like that don’t you?”

Ianto nodded mutely as he took in the state of the kitchen – saucepans, dishes and mixing bowls were piled up in the sink and the kitchen table was awash with flour, as was the floor and, now he came to look closer, so was Jack adorned with a layer of fine white powder. Warning lights came on in his head as his brain caught up and he looked down at his favourite blue pinstripe, now decorated with floury hand prints.

“Say something?” Jack’s face fell as he took in Ianto’s expression.

“I’ve got flour on my suit!” Ianto frowned and then looked horrified as he realised he’d said it out loud. “Jack...” he reached out hesitantly as Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t mean...” he stuttered, “I just...”

Jack moved closer, his eyes glittering dangerously, before he picked up the surprised Welshman and dumped him bodily on the table, on top of the flour and the pastry trimmings. Ianto yelped, the noise smothered as Jack’s lips crashed onto his and he was consumed in a passionate kiss that drove all conscious thought from his head. Jack’s tongue swept purposefully through Ianto’s mouth, tangling with the young man’s before retreating to map every crevice and contour until he was a moaning mass of delirium in his Captain’s arms, his hands tangling in the older man’s hair as he melted against him.

Jack moved to slide the jacket from Ianto’s shoulders, their mouths still locked together as the kiss deepened further and desire burned in their groins. The jacket fell onto the table as Jack’s hands moved to the buttons on Ianto’s waistcoat, that item joining the jacket briefly before it fell off onto the floor. Ianto was past caring, his focus on the heat of Jack’s mouth, Jack’s tongue and Jack’s hands...

Gradually the rest of Ianto’s clothes followed until the Welshman was leant back naked on the table as Jack made love to him, wildly and passionately, and they toppled over the edge together into blissful oblivion, panting hard as they came down from their orgasmic high... Jack moved carefully from where he’d slumped over Ianto’s spent and trembling body as they became aware of the haze of smoke to the accompaniment of the acrid smell of burning.

“My pastry case!” Jack stumbled to the cooker, the action made more difficult due to the tangled mass of trousers, braces and pants around his ankles, and yanked open the oven door. The kitchen was engulfed in thick black smoke as the singed-beyond-all-recognition pastry case was removed, charred bits of silicon paper floating into the air. Jack’s expression was one of dismay and horror combined as he took in the current state of the usually pristine kitchen, glancing worriedly towards Ianto who was now sat up on the table.

For a moment he looked like he might explode, then, taking in the multitude of emotions on Jack’s face, the totally absurd sight of him with his bare arse on display, clutching the ruined pastry case in oven-gloved hands plus his own ridiculous naked and flour-strewn appearance, his anger melted away and he threw back his head and laughed.

Jack shuffled over to the sink to drop the disaster onto the draining board and opened the window in an attempt to expel the smoke, before making his way back to his still-laughing Welshman, tugging him into his arms to squeeze him tightly.

“I’m sorry about your kitchen...I’ll clear it up I promise!”

Our kitchen...and yes, you will clean it...and you’re taking my suit to the cleaners,” he added, still breathless from laughing. “She didn’t believe me last time so you can face those all-knowing eyes and tell her whatever story you concoct – I think that’s fair and condign punishment for the chaos you’ve inflicted on me and my clothing!” Ianto chuckled, picturing the woman’s pinched expression the last time he’d had dubious stains on his trousers and shook his head, nope, not even Jack would be able to charm his way out of that one, but it’d be fun to see him try!

He hopped off the table and turned the oven off. Dinner could wait a while. Reaching out, he grabbed Jack’s hand and led him towards the bathroom, the older man kicking off his clothes as they went. They slid under the steaming spray, Jack reaching for the shower gel and scrunchie to wash his gorgeous Welshman from top to toe. Thoroughly cleansed, they sank into a tight embrace, bodies pressed close and mouths locked together as the water cascaded down on them and all memory of burnt offerings faded from their minds as they lost themselves in each other.

End

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Into the sunset...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: An alien adventure holiday causes havoc on a film set. Team Torchwood saddle up to help... Words 3800

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

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


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

Thanks to the wonderful talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*
A/N Apologies for the lateness - a bout of food poisoning just robbed me of the last 4 days...but feeling better now!


 

Into the sunset

Saturday mornings were eagerly anticipated in the Harkness-Jones household these days – and not just by the children! Ianto found himself thinking about the story he was going to tell as early as Monday morning as he made the coffee for the team... His mind wandered during team briefings, half an ear on the proceedings enough to ensure he didn’t miss anything, and it was not unheard of for him to be found hidden in the archives scribbling notes in his special Captain Coat and Coffee Man notebook...

Jack had professed to finding the whole situation highly amusing, loving the sparkle in his partner’s eyes and the more adult version of the story telling that he had streamed directly into his head just for him... Highly amusing that was, until a blushing blonde had stopped them this morning and asked Ianto for his autograph...and the Welshman had been so taken aback that he’d signed the library story time flyer she’d held out without hesitation, smiling when she’d gushed at how wonderful his stories were. She’d taken the signature and darted forward, planting a swift kiss on his cheek before giggling her thanks and departing hurriedly.

Jack and Ianto had swapped “what the..?” messages in their heads as Brychan had hopped excitedly on the spot...”told you told you told you..!” he chirped happily, “all the girls fancy Tad...”

 “What?” simultaneous exclamations burst forth. Brychan grinned broadly in a miniature carbon copy of Jack as he squeaked breathlessly at his parents,

“...all the mums think Tad is sexy and they’re all coming to story time today so they can see him...” he drew in a huge breath before continuing dramatically, “even Miss Martin is coming!”

Bloody hell! You really are the hot favourite..! Jack teased Ianto, knowing the Welshman was always slightly intimidated by their son’s Headteacher good job she won’t be getting the X-rated version...I figure you’d be in detention for at least a month!

Don’t joke, cariad...what am I going to do...what if she...I mean...she might... he sighed heavily, biting nervously on his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry Tad, I told her that Dad would be there too and he’d sort her out if she upset you!”

That’s it, I’m done for! Ianto streamed despondently into his Captain’s head not only is she coming to hear our life’s adventures, your son has effectively told her to behave herself or else he’ll set you on her! He furrowed his brows, are there any other schools we can send Bry to when he’s kicked out for insubordination?

Jack laughed and ruffled Bry’s hair fondly, “Nice one champ! I’m sure I won’t need to ‘sort her out’ but it was a good thought to protect your Tad...” he leant down to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, “it’s our secret that Tad is scared of her, okay?”

Bry grinned and winked, nodding, before resuming the pushing of his sister along the pavement as they approached the library.

Jack straightened and reached for Ianto’s hand, drawing him into a gentle hug. You’ll be fine...she’ll love the story...and you... He chuckled as his partner groaned, maybe she’ll become a groupie and want your autograph like that cute blonde back there...

Jack, that’s so not funny...I don’t think I can... His thoughts stuttered as Jack pressed their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss as he stroked his fingers through the younger man’s hair, love and encouragement washing over him as Ianto sank into the embrace.

They broke apart, minds swirling contentedly thank you cariad... Ianto sent a soft smile.

All part of the service...

Love you...

You too...now get your gorgeous arse through those doors – your audience awaits..!

They hurried after Brychan who was waiting impatiently by the door, his best friend Euan beside him gazing at Jack in undisguised hero worship. Bry grinned and nudged him, “Don’t stare too much, it’s supposed to be a secret...”

“But it’s Captain Coat..!” Euan breathed, gasping when Jack patted him on the shoulder and winked as he bent down to release Ammeline from her pushchair, scooping his sleeping daughter gently against his chest where she snuggled into him without waking.

“Can I go in now dad?”

“Yeah, after you’ve handed me Amme’s bag...” Jack bent his knees so Bry could slip the strap over his shoulder. “Thanks, now let’s go listen to the superhero story for today...”

“Thanks dad, come on Euan...” as he dragged his still awestruck friend away and they vanished into the library.

Beware one hyper son on the way in..!

Yeah, just seen him...you won’t believe this Jack...about fifty kids and almost as many parents...

Lots of mums..?

Uh ha...lots of mums...no sign of Miss Martin though...

There was a pause...Jack?

“So good to see you Miss Martin...yes, she’s just turned two...” Jack streamed the conversation to Ianto’s head, grinning at the heartfelt groan that greeted it... They made their way into the library and through the arch to the children’s section. Karen, the librarian was waiting to guide the Headteacher to a chair at the side so Jack took the opportunity to move to the other side where he settled himself carefully on the floor with Ammeline curled up in his lap. He gazed adoringly at their sleeping daughter, sharing the picture with her Tad...she looks so like you Yan...she’s beautiful...

She is...and got her dad wrapped around her little finger..! I’m gonna start now so the noise might wake her...

I’ll cover her ears...have fun....my Coffee Man..!

My hero Captain Coat!

“Good morning children, mums and dads...are we ready for another adventure with Captain Coat and Coffee Man?”

The cheers and applause was tremendous, falling to expectant silence as Ianto leant slightly forward and began...

“Jack...call you need to take...” Tosh leant over the railing into autopsy where the Captain was going over Ianto’s latest chronon readings with Owen, “It’s Jonathon Penn...”

“Be right up Tosh, Owen that’s great news...”

“He still hasn’t tested it properly yet...”

“You are not shooting him just so he can prove he’s immortal!”

Owen shrugged “then he’s still on a provisional licence as far as my prognosis is concerned, but yeah, chronon levels are stable and match yours exactly...”

Jack grinned and clapped the medic on the back. “Thanks Owen, now to see what Jonathon wants...” He took the stairs two at a time and bounded over to Tosh to take the phone from her. “Jonathon, you got another charity fundraiser for us? It’s not Ianto’s birthday ‘till August...” His grin faded and he frowned, “okay, we’ll be over as soon as Gwen and Ianto get back...” He hung up and turned back to Tosh. “See what you can pull up on that old film set out towards the river...any history of rift activity, rumours, old wives’ tales...ghosts...that sort of thing...”

“Ghosts?”

“There’s an independent film being shot there at the moment - apparently the set’s haunted and it’s playing havoc with the schedule...”

“I’ll see what I can find...”

“Thanks, Tosh...Ianto?” he touched his comm.  unit. “You all done with those weevils?” He chuckled at Ianto’s wry reply, “haha, okay, pick me up on the Plass, you and I are going to check out some ghosties...”

Ten minutes later Gwen hopped out of the passenger seat and Jack slid in. His eyes narrowed at the familiar paper bags from their favourite bakers clutched in her hand and she laughed. “Don’t worry, yours is in the glove box and there’s another one for when you get back – Ianto knows your habits all too well..!” She raised an eyebrow suggestively and giggled as the Welshman blushed. “Have fun..!” Moments later she was on her way down on the invisible lift and the SUV was vanishing from sight.

Jack delved into the glove box and sank his teeth happily into the large slab of chocolate brownie, scattering crumbs everywhere, much to Ianto’s displeasure. “mmnn...what?” he mumbled through his mouthful, earning himself another frown from the driver’s seat. “S’nice...” the frown deepened as he crammed the last of the cake into his mouth and shook the crumbs off his coat and onto the floor before settling back in his seat.

“Tosh...what you got for us?” as the pretty tech genius sounded in his ear.

“It’s not been used for some twenty five years – seems there’s not much call for an old-fashioned film lot these days, but going back over the records there’s been reports of gunfire and strange noises for years...Police always put it down to kids...there’s a roving patrol that passes it, but no on-site security or anything and it’s pretty much forgotten.

We’ve never noticed it on our systems so whatever it is hasn’t come through the rift...but those monitors I gave you should be able to pick up anything unusual once they’re in place...”

“Thanks Tosh, we’re almost there now.” He turned to Ianto, “okay, now what’ve I done? You’ve gone all grumpy on me!” he slid his hand onto the other man’s knee and squeezed gently, “I don’t like upsetting my favourite Welshman...should I’ve saved you a bit of brownie...I would’ve but it was just so chocolaty and chewy and...”

Ianto rolled his eyes “you’re drooling Jack! And since you’re asking, you can clean up all those crumbs when we get back...” his face broke into a grin at the expression on his Captain’s face, “...and it’ll be me stood close behind you in the garage as you’re bent over sweeping... Role reversal..!” think about it before you start pouting!

Jack’s face lit up as he translated the telling off into the promise of a pleasurable encounter to come... yes, Ianto...sir! “Now let’s go see what Jonathon has to say...” he said aloud as they pulled up into the car park that was crammed with film vehicles of all sizes.

Jonathon was waiting for them and led them over to the director, a beefy looking man wearing rather unflattering too tight trousers and a check shirt whose buttons struggled to contain his beer belly. He had that ‘running time against the world’ weary look of defeat in his eyes as he shook hands and gazed hopefully at them.

“Jon says you’re experts at dealing with this kind of stuff...I really hope you can sort it out because all my extras quit this morning when we tried to do a scene in the Saloon and a squid thing suddenly appeared and started playing the piano and that’s just the latest...”

Jack interrupted what appeared to be the start of a long drawn out list of everything that had plagued this production “did you manage to capture any of these strange events on film?”

“Not until today...it’s here...” he indicated the monitor and they watched the scene replay exactly as he’d described it, the screen going dark after the panicked exit of the actors was followed by that of the cameraman!”

Jack grinned.

You can’t be serious!

Why not, I’ve always wanted to see you in hot pants, leather chaps and a cowboy hat!

Very Rhinestone Cowboy!

Oh yeah!

You’re drooling again!

Well I’m liking the picture I’m seeing...

No!

No, NO? Or no, you’ll think about it?

You’re incorrigible!

You’re irresistible!

Okay, Jack, but before you get too excited, I don’t think they wore hot pants in the Old West!  

The pout appeared and seemed to confuse both Jonathon and the director who’d not been privy to any of the rapid thought swapping.

Ianto grinned and this just perplexed them even more! “I think we can sort a couple of problems out for you here, “he said calmly, ignoring the whoops of excitement from Jack going off in his head like fire crackers you’re such a kid!

C’mon, don’t tell me you never wanted to play cowboys and Indians on a proper Old West film set? I was in the right time but never the right place...yeehaw!

Jack! Unless you want me to hog-tie you I suggest you pay attention!

Oh promises promises...

The frown and an image of a large pot of decaf had the desired effect and Jack grinned happily at the two bemused men. “What Ianto’s saying is we’ll be your extras on this shoot and see if we can solve the mystery of your strange goings-on at the same time...”

The director looked like he was about to throw himself on them in gratitude so they stood hurriedly. “We’ve got a couple of monitoring devices to put in place and then we’ll be back with some more equipment and the rest of the team.

“We’ve got a scene to film at sundown...do either of you ride?”

Jack, behave!

“Yes, we both do...”

I said, behave!

Sorry!

“If you can be back here for rehearsals in two hours and then we’ll film into the early evening...” the director was beaming now, seeing an end to his cast and budget problems.

Jonathon saw them back to the SUV. “Thank you for doing this, I’m advising and producing on this and you were the only people I could think of who wouldn’t think I was mad!”

“We’ll be back in a couple of hours...wait ‘till we tell Owen!” The three men laughed at the thought of the acerbic medic’s face...

Thirty minutes later they were in the boardroom, steaming mugs of Ianto’s coffee and plates of cakes beside them as they watched the film they’d brought back from the set.

“So, I told them we’d be their extras and...”

Owen spluttered into his coffee and his expression was pretty much exactly as they’d predicted. “You said what? I’m a doctor not a bloody cowboy! I’m not prancing about in leather chaps and...”

“Actually Owen, they want you to be the Sherriff...I think you get to sling us in jail...” Ianto cut across the incredulous and rising tones, seeing the indignation morphing into a grin at the thought of playing the lawman...

“Okay...it might be a laugh..!” he said grudgingly, attempting to hide the excitement that was charging adrenaline through his bloodstream and fooling nobody!

“Ladies? Do you fancy being in on this? Tosh will be waiting to greet Ianto from our long trek and Gwen, you’ll be in the Saloon, waiting for me...” Oh...Yan, is that okay...I never thought...

It’s a film Jack, and the green eyes are long since dealt with...

Oh yeah...what about last Christmas when she got me with the mistletoe..?

That was different..!

Right!

“Oi, stop chattering in your heads and talk out loud like the rest of us mere mortals!” Owen was back to his snarky best, “what about these ‘ghosts’ on set?”

Tosh took the remote and clicked to an image from the film. She zoomed in on one of the squid’s arms to focus on a thin band with unintelligible writing on. “That’s ‘Zarnott’s Adventure Holidays’ – it’s actually a really clever idea – an old disused film set is the ideal playground for visiting aliens who don’t want to interact with the locals, but do want to play here on earth...

Ianto and I found several recorded visits over the past seventy years in the archives... All we need to do is try and talk to one of the visitors, get them to contact the holiday rep and delay their trip until the film’s finished...then business as usual...everyone’s happy! And they didn’t show up on our systems because they’re beaming down from cloaked ships up in orbit...”

They talked animatedly about the coming evening, Gwen even managing to talk Rhys into playing the Saloon bartender...”It’ll be fun sweetheart...” she grinned over the phone...

Ninety minutes later they pulled up in the car park, Owen parking behind the SUV, before they all shook hands with the beaming director. They were taken through to wardrobe and sorted out with costumes, before going into rehearsals.

Jack looked at Ianto as he stood there in heavy cotton trousers that hugged his hips, leather chaps, a red check shirt and a red neckerchief under a wind battered worn brown leather waistcoat, a brown leather gun belt and holster with a Colt .45 Peacemaker and a beige cowboy hat that completed his ensemble... Wow, Yan you look h-o-t! Remind me to take this home with us later...

You don’t look half bad yourself... Jack’s outfit had a heavy blue cotton shirt, yellow neck tie and long blue overcoat, his cowboy hat was black and he had a Winchester rifle slung casually over his shoulder as a companion to his own Colt .45 Peacemaker slung low on his hip.

They grinned at each other and then at Owen who looked transformed in black, a shiny Sherriff’s badge pinned to his chest and a gleaming pair of spurs on his Black leather boots. He looked up from his script, “I’m going to enjoy this...”

He stuck his chest out as Tosh wandered over, her floor-length dress the classic period piece and perfect for the sweetheart waiting for her beau...

Owen’s loving the attention from Tosh...

There’s a wedding waiting to happen..! They’ve been together a while now...

Don’t you meddle Jack...

They turned to see Gwen and Rhys walking towards them, Rhys was decked out as a typical bartender with an apron tied around his waist and Gwen looked amazing as a Saloon girl with a low cut tight fitting dress and high leather boots. They grinned at the others.  

Jack strode over to talk to the director to explain what might happen with their visitors and then they got stuck into rehearsals, Jack and Ianto riding into town from the first signs of what was going to be a beautiful sunset...

They were on the second real take when the squid appeared at the piano and a second appeared on a barstool. Ianto had just ordered a shot ‘shaken not stirred..!”Rhys nearly dropped the bottle he was pouring from and filled the glass several times over as he gazed at the new arrival. Ianto grinned and grabbed the neck of the bottle, taking it from the bartender’s trembling hands, “that’s quite shaken enough, thank you!”

Rhys snorted, his eyes still fixed on the squid, his mouth dropping open when a long slim tentacle beckoned him over and pointed at the bottle on the bar.

Jack grinned and removed the hand he had creeping up the inside of Ianto’s thigh. He moved over to the squid and nodded, indicating to Rhys for a second glass. When the drinks – cold tea – were poured, Jack picked them up and offered one to the alien who took it with a bubbling noise.

Ianto reappeared with Tosh and a universal translator, Jack explaining to the Skerrit what was happening. The two Skerrits had a hasty bubbled conversation over by the piano before a shimmer of light announced the arrival of a third alien who introduced himself as Zarnott. Jack explained the film set was now being used and that visitors were spooking the locals. In an amiable discussion, Zarnott agreed to suspend the holidays until the site had been unoccupied for one earth month and then vanished with his customers.

The bar was suddenly filled with the sound of clapping and cheering from the film crew and the director ran in and flung himself on Jack who clapped him briefly on the back and wriggled out of his grasp.

“Take it from the top of the scene...” the director ordered and they moved to their places... It was with a huge sense of satisfaction that they heard the final “cut, print it!” to wrap for the night.

Their starring roles completed, Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Rhys made plans to go to the pub for a bite to eat and a few drinks. Jack had a quiet word with the director before shaking hands with a relieved Jonathon. One by one the film vehicles took their leave until it was just the SUV remaining.

Ianto came out of the Saloon where he’d retrieved the tiny monitoring devices they’d put in place earlier. Where’s everyone gone?

It’s just us...I thought we could ride off into the sunset...

Like the films..?

Yeah...wild west and all that..!

You’re daft!

Yeah, but you love me...

Got me on that one! Saddle up then?

Yeah...stables are not far and then we just need to bed the horses down for the night...

Jack?

Lots of straw and hay..!

They mounted their horses for the final time and headed down the main street of the film set...riding into the sunset...

Ianto sat up and glanced around his audience, smiling, “and that’s how Captain Coat and Coffee Man, and their team, became cowboys on a Wild West film set so they could solve the mystery of the strange ghosts... Thank you for listening and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story...”

He blushed at the outbreak of clapping and cheering, the pink deepening on his cheeks as Jack streamed their own final’ bedding down’ in the stables amongst the straw and hay into his head, with no-one but the horses to hear their cries as they toppled over the edge into ecstasy...

Karen thanked everyone for coming and announced the winner of the picture from last week’s story, presenting a delighted five year old with her book voucher. “There will be another competition this week, so bring your pictures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man and the Old West in with you...and we’ll see Mr Harkness-Jones again next Saturday...”

They made their way outside to be intercepted by Miss Martin. Brychan gripped Ianto’s hand supportively. “A fine tale young man and I must commend you for encouraging our youngsters to read and visit the library. I look forward to hearing more of their adventures.” She looked down at Bry, “...and thank you, Brychan, for telling me about your Tad’s story time...” Nodding and smiling she walked away, leaving a relieved Ianto behind her.

Jack looked at Bry, “she said you told her..?”

“In show and tell time...” Brychan grinned, “I didn’t tell her that the stories were all about you and Tad...she’d never believe that!”

Ruffling his son’s hair, Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and the family headed for home...

 

End

The Adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man will continue in the next prompt.

http://zazajb.livejournal.com/40627.html
zazajb: (antique TW)

Title: A day less ordinary
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, OC
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: An ordinary day gets the Torchwood treatment for one unsuspecting young lady... Words: 4000

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

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

X-posted to jackxianto, Jantolution, jantosparkle, tw_classic, tw_proper – apologies to those getting this more than once...

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] snowflakie06  for her winning bid over at the [livejournal.com profile] help_japan auction. Thank you for your generosity to help those whose lives were devastated by the earthquake and subsequent events. Hope you enjoy...

 

A day less ordinary...

Counting her steps and concentrating intently on her breathing, eyes focused on the ground as the therapist issued soothing instructions in her ear, Christine could be forgiven for not noticing the strange group of people and their frantic activity on the path under the trees ahead of her.

Breathe slowly, fifty more...each step is a freedom from the confines of your fear...you are in control of your agoraphobia...you are empowered with every step...”  Driving her hands deep into her trouser pockets, Christine’s world was contained in her ipod as she fought to keep the nervous knots in her stomach under control... “you know you can do this...keep your eyes down...every step brings you closer to controlling your own destiny...” the therapist intoned in her ear...

She had almost reached the magic ‘fifty’ when a loud bang burst through her intense concentration and something warm and sticky landed in her hair... She heard the sound of screaming and only vaguely realised the sound was coming from her own mouth, images of giant spiders and snakes filling her head as the sensation of wet heat attacked her neck...her worst fears and phobias let out of the cage she had fought so hard to contain them in...

Panic overwhelmed her and she felt herself falling, followed by the realisation that strong arms had slowed her fall and she was lowered gently to the ground. She looked up into the most gorgeous blue grey eyes she’d ever seen, under a shock of dark hair and the dazzling smile fit for a movie star...

“Hello...” the man’s American accent filtered through her fading consciousness.

I...who...wh...” her eyes rolled in her head and Christine went limp in his arms.

Jack grimaced and looked up as the team gathered round. Owen knelt down, “...you’re losing your touch, Harkness!” he observed, “they don’t usually pass out on you quite so quickly!” He felt for the young woman’s wrist, nodding when it pulsed strongly under his fingers. “She’s unconscious, but pulse is fine...for now...”

“Did the pod get her? She was directly under it when it blew...”

Owen nodded as he moved Christine’s long brown hair to one side, exposing her neck where the two inch round alien had attached itself just behind her right ear... Its soft velvety surface pulsated as it fed from the soft flesh.

“Shit!” Jack met Owen’s eyes, reading the worry in them, “we need to get her back to the hub before its too late...”

Gwen and Ianto finished clearing the remains of the exploded purple spiked pod as Jack gathered the unconscious woman in his arms and carried her to the SUV to set her gently on the back seat. Owen slid in beside her, giving instructions to Tosh over his comm. unit to set up a level three med bay ready for their return.

As the rest of the team piled in and shut the doors, Jack pulled away, blue lights flashing as he carved up the heavy Cardiff traffic ruthlessly. “Her pulse is thready...we might not make it in time...” Owen looked at Gwen and shook his head.

“We’ll make it...” Jack put his foot down and they hung on as he flung the SUV round corners at impossible speeds until they screeched to a halt in the underground car park. Tosh was waiting with a trolley and portable i/v line, Owen letting out a sigh of relief as the young woman’s pulse evened out once she was on the gurney with the drip attached.

Jack issued instructions as they made their way up to the main hub. “Gwen, see if you can find out who she is, she didn’t have any ID on her so see there’s any clues on her ipod; Tosh, Owen’ll need you to help him...Ianto and I’ll set up a guest quarters for her in one of the cells – not very welcoming, but it’ll have to do...you know we really should sort out something on a more permanent basis...but that’s for another time...okay, kids, let’s get busy...”

He grinned as he found himself talking to empty space, everyone had already started on their assigned tasks. “Jack..?” Ianto sounded in his ear.

“Yeah, what you got?”

“I’m on the lower level, second corridor left past the archives...”

“On my way...”

Ianto was waiting for him at the junction, leading him down the corridor to a door half way along. He opened the door to reveal a roughly furnished room with a camp bed, a battered old armchair, lamp and table.

“When I...” Ianto faltered, “...after...Lisa...when you sent me home and I couldn’t face being on my own...I used to come back here...I felt...” his voice dropped to a whisper, “...I felt safer knowing you were near...” He looked at the floor, avoiding Jack’s penetrating gaze.

“Ianto...look at me...please...”

Slowly the Welshman raised his head to see Jack’s eyes swimming with tears, “...you should’ve told me how you were feeling...I would never have made you leave... I thought you’d want to be as far away from me as you could...after I...”

“...she was already dead Jack, I know that now... Anyway, I thought this might be better than a cell for our guest...”

“What? Yeah, good idea...” Jack was distracted by yet another surprising discovery about this young man he loved so very much...still hadn’t told of course...but he did love him...I’ll tell him once we’ve sorted this latest crisis...I will...

“I’ll sort some fresh bedding out...think we’ve got some ‘girl friendly’ lilac in the stores somewhere... Jack..?”

“Uh, oh, yeah, great...”

Ianto moved back towards the door, only to be tugged gently into his Captain’s arms, his own closing automatically around the older man’s waist as he sank into the embrace. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me...” Jack mumbled into his neck, “I let you down...”

Ianto pulled back just enough to meet Jack’s eyes. “You didn’t...I was the one who hid a partially converted cyberwoman in your basement... I let you down...and you forgave me...gave me a chance to live again...to...” His words were lost as Jack’s lips crashed against his own and they kissed hungrily, tongues sweeping possessively through each other’s mouths until they broke apart, panting softly.

“We should get back upstairs...see how the others are getting on...” Ianto wriggled regretfully out of the warmth of Jack’s arms, a smile curving the corners of his mouth when his Captain carefully entwined their fingers and they walked back up to the main hub. Stopping at the railings to look down into autopsy, they watched as Owen and Tosh worked methodically, scans and monitors attached to various parts of the unconscious young woman.

“She’s stable for now” Owen called up, “but this thing’s integrated itself into her nervous system...” he grimaced and shook his head...

Nodding at the unspoken “I have no idea if we can save her” Jack moved over to Gwen’s workstation as Ianto headed for the kitchen to make some much needed coffee.

“Do we have any idea who she is yet?”

“Her name is Christine and she’s got a varied taste in music – I found soundtracks for several musicals – West Side Story, Les Mis and Miss Saigon to name a few, then there’s a mass of seventies and eighties pop music, some Bond soundtracks and a load of John Barrowman stuff...a real mix! She’s also got an interesting folder of empowering therapy-type tracks – one she was listening to earlier – about overcoming agoraphobia, panic disorder and social anxiety...no wonder she didn’t see us if she was concentrating on that lot!

She has also, very helpfully, put her postcode on her ipod in ultra violet pen...” She fed in the mix of letters and numbers. “Okay, the Jones family – wonder if they’re any relation – they live in Barry, mum, dad and Christine, she’s single, 22, birthday in May, older brother who isn’t listed on the electoral roll so he must have a place elsewhere...”

“Okay, well, that’s a start...see what else you can find out...oh, thanks Ianto!” as he turned to find himself facing the Welshman and a full tray of steaming coffee mugs. Talking his own and Gwen’s from the tray, he raised an eyebrow as Ianto put the tray to one side and stepped to Tosh’s workstation.

“Firstly, no, she’s no relation that I’m aware of...next...just let me...right! She’s a secretary for the local church’s Education programme, working with kids from age six to fourteen, she’s got a tabby cat called Aurora and two parakeets called Marius and Juliette! She likes pink and purple, especially in pastel shades – that decides the bedding then! – and bagels, pizza and Chinese and anything chocolate! Her favourite perfume is Bath and Body Works’ Coconut Lime Verbana...What else would you like to know?”

They gaped at him and he grinned, “Facebook...she’s posted a meme ‘me and my fav things’ Gotta love social networking and technology!” He nodded and stepped away, picking up his tray before heading down to autopsy with the much-needed caffeine fix for Tosh and Owen.

Gwen shook her head ruefully, “I never thought of that...brilliant and so simple..!”

Chuckling, Jack moved to follow his Welshman. ”Can you sort it so her work and family don’t panic and wonder where she is...put her on a course or something...”

“No problem...” Gwen sipped her coffee as she read through the entries on Christine’s Facebook page, smiling at the pictures of her pets and the latest one posted with her smiling in her new glasses...

Down in autopsy, the rest of the team were watching as Owen attempted to bring Christine round. “I’ve given her some muscle relaxants so she’ll be a little woozy, but it’ll help with her social anxiety too so she’s less likely to flip on us...she’s coming round...” as a low moan sounded from his patient and her eyelids began to flicker.

Gradually Christine became aware of her surroundings, the bright blurry images forming into faces looking down at her and she shrank back as her irrational fears pushed to the surface. “It’s okay...you’re among friends here...” it was that American voice again. She blinked and tried to sit up, a hand immediately reaching out to support her and she leant against it gratefully, ‘he smells gorgeous...’ the random thought barely making an impact as she began to focus on where she was.   

The American smiled at her, he really did have a smile to die for, she thought as she gazed round at the other faces; a pale good looking young man in a suit, he had a cute button nose, yet another random thought...a pretty Asian woman with a friendly smile and a rather moody looking skinny man who must be a doctor as he was wearing a white coat and looking at all the monitors. He looked fierce she thought and automatically leant away from him as he approached. He looked a bit startled until the Asian woman murmured in his ear and he grinned a reply – he had quite a nice smile actually...a kinda crooked grin... She looked back at the American man as he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“You ready for introductions?” smiling that drop-dead gorgeous matinee idol grin of his, “Captain Jack Harkness...this is Ianto Jones - no relation I’m told! That’s Toshiko Sato and this is Dr Owen Harper. Tosh and Owen have been looking after you...” he glanced at the medic who nodded. “Okay, let’s adjourn to the boardroom...fresh coffee Ianto?”

Ianto looked at Christine “Tea or coffee?”

Tosh whispered in her ear, “his coffee’s legendary, you don’t want to miss it!”

Christine grinned, “can I have a vanilla coffee with lots of milk and sugar?”

Ianto smiled, “of course...” he turned and retreated elegantly up the steps, shuddering inwardly at the sacrilege of milk and sugar drowning out his perfect vanilla blend.

Ten minutes later they were sat around the conference table, fresh mugs of coffee and slices of chewy chocolate brownie beside them. Christine had been introduced to Gwen who’d assured her that her family and work thought she was on a residential training course and wouldn’t be worried. She’d promised her a proper tour once they’d decided on a plan of action, and to be honest, she still didn’t really understand why she was here...”all will be explained...” Captain Jack had smiled...

Owen took control of the remote and activated the viewscreen, showing the pictures of the original purple spiked pod caught high up in the tree, then the explosion as it had ripened, sending its passenger falling to the ground where it would have died with nothing to cling to. However, with sheer bad luck Christine had been directly underneath and the Iyssis had latched on immediately...

Christine’s hand flew to her mouth in horror as she realised the pictures were of her...her neck had this thing burrowed in it... Her hand trembled as she reached up to feel, only to be stopped gently by Gwen who squeezed her hand, “best not disturb it...we don’t know what it will do to you if it feels threatened...”

Owen continued, “it’s now attached itself to major blood vessels and nerve endings and is in a semi-latent state...we think its resting before it goes to the next stage of growth...” He looked at Christine. “I’m sorry, but if it does what we think it might, it will kill you so I need to find a way to remove it from your neck before it does that. At the moment we’re working on the theory that if we can inject it with a poison and then give you the antidote in time, it’ll kill the parasite without, hopefully, killing you...”

“No!”

“What?” Owen was taken aback

“No...you can’t kill it...”

“Either I kill it or it’ll kill you...there is no other choice...”

Christine gripped the edge of the table, “is this a deliberate attack on me? Did this thing set out to harm me?”

“well, no...its doing what comes naturally...but its usual hosts are not fragile humans...we don’t have a choice...”

“No...I won’t let you kill it...”

“You want to die? Do you have any idea what it’ll do to you as it grows in the next stage?” Owen was well on the way to volcanic eruption...

“It didn’t choose to be dumped here...I can’t let you kill it...please...” she turned to Gwen, “please help him to see why I have to do this...” she implored, seeing empathy in the other woman’s eyes.

Gwen opened her mouth, only to be silenced with a glare from Jack at the head of the table. He leant forward, “Are you sure you want to risk your own life, because that’s what it comes down to – we’ll look for another way, but if we can’t find one and you won’t let us take any other action you’ll be signing your own death warrant. Why don’t we compromise and we’ll do our utmost to find a better solution and you agree that if all else fails we revert to our original plan...”

The silence was palpable as Christine considered, finally nodding her agreement. “Right, Gwen, you can entertain our guest – give her the tour and maybe a film or something... Ianto’ll sort us all some dinner and finish preparing your room for the night. Tosh, Owen and I will put our heads together and see if we can find the answers...”

Ianto stood up, “Chinese okay for everyone?” smiling in response to the yes’ from around the table. He stacked the mugs and plates on his tray and left the room quietly after resting his hand briefly on his Captain’s shoulder as he passed. Christine watched the two men with interest, their body language just screamed intimacy yet they barely touched... she’d ask Gwen about them...

Gwen’s tour had Christine’s eyes wide behind her glasses – this place was incredible - and when it was concluded with an introduction to Myfanwy via Ianto and some dark chocolate she had to ask if she was dreaming! Gwen had giggled and they’d made their way back to the boardroom for the Chinese takeaway that had arrived. It was a surreal experience that Christine was sure she’d remember forever – sharing a meal with these amazing people in a secret underground base whilst she had an alien sucking on her neck...definitely not an ordinary day!

After dinner and with another mug of Ianto’s utterly amazing coffee, Gwen and Christine went to her room for the night to watch a film – Ianto had produced a wide array of DVDs and she’d chosen an old favourite The Princess Bride... Owen had checked her over and put some sort of cuff on her wrist which he told her would record her vital signs for him. He warned her that she might lose some of the feeling on her right side if the creature began feeding again...”...you’re right handed? You might find you get some pins and needles...let me know... Have fun girls!” He’d grinned and left them to it.

Captain Jack had given her a hug and told her she was being very brave and he would do his very best to find a way to save her and the alien... She’d melted into the hug and swooned – boy did he smell good! She blushed when he waggled his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner and winked before leaving the table. Ianto had smiled his little smile as he cleared away the remains of their meal before following his Captain down to autopsy.

The film was approaching its climax when Christine felt a strange tingling sensation in her fingers and as she opened her mouth to tell Gwen she was overcome with a rush of heat and she collapsed, her body shuddering violently with uncontrollable spasms...

Gwen had been watching for the signs as Tosh fed her the readings through her comm. unit. The door was flung open to let the gurney in and Christine was lifted carefully onto it. She’d stopped shaking now and had lapsed back in into unconsciousness.

“It’s now or never...” Owen attached the drip as soon as they had her back in autopsy. “Ready..?” he looked at Tosh who nodded and began to feed mercury into the second i/v line on the opposite side of Christine’s neck...

Ianto watched the scanner intently, “...it’s working...the tendrils are retreating from around her heart...obviously it doesn’t like the taste!”

Jack chuckled, despite the tension in the room, “who’d’ve thought that Star Trek would save the day!” He pressed a kiss to the end of Ianto’s nose, “...remind me never to complain again when you watch them – souring the milk was a brilliant idea!”

Ianto grinned briefly, “...almost there now, feelers are just below the surface now...you ready with the tongs?”

 “God, that sounds so sexy when you say it like that...” Jack leered at him, earning himself an emphatic roll of the Welshman’s eyes... However, he stood ready with the long handled tongs preparing to lift the alien from Christine’s neck and move it to the freshly warmed body of a young dead Blowfish that had yet to be autopsied.

Gwen moved aside, letting go of the young woman’s hand, “she was so brave...” she remarked, “seems strange to think of her having all those fears and yet she was willing to give her life for this alien...”

Now!” Ianto ordered as the final strand withdrew from Christine’s flesh. Jack moved quickly as everyone else stepped back and the pulsing alien, now about four inches in diameter, was lifted to the waiting chest of the Blowfish where it settled instantly, fine feelers shooting out to attach itself firmly...

As Owen and Tosh now worked to filter the mercury from Christine’s blood, Jack, Gwen and Ianto carried the Blowfish up the stairs to the waiting trolley and hurried to the SUV, their destination the park where the rift window still shimmered. If they were lucky, they’d get there in time to send the Iyssis back to its mother...

When they returned to the hub an hour later, Owen was sat with his patient who was sleeping peacefully and Tosh was finishing her adjustments to Christine’s ipod. She smiled as Jack approached her workstation. “She’s now been on an intense course at the Harper-Sato institute for extreme anxiety disorders and has various empowering tracks to remind her she is no longer afraid of open spaces, social gatherings, snakes or sharks...”

“What about spiders?” Jack frowned, “you missed off spiders...”

“We’re all afraid of something, Jack...so I left her the spiders...”

She blushed prettily as Jack pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. “You, Toshiko Sato, are brilliant!”

 Releasing her, he headed to his office where Ianto was hanging up his coat . He drew the young man into his arms and held him close, breathing in the reassuring scent that was just  Ianto. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of his Welshman’s neck.

Sinking into the embrace, Ianto sighed happily as Jack then captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss that deepened as their tongues danced pleasurably and hands stroked through hair...

Breaking apart gently as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, Jack closed his eyes...now he told himself sternly. “Tosh says we’re all afraid of something...” Ianto said nothing, wondering where this was headed. “I know that I’m afraid of losing you...you know I love you...” the words were out before Jack realised and he caught his breath.

Ianto’s smile lit up the room and his eyes sparkled “I love you too, Jack, and I’m not going anywhere...” as he crushed their mouths together in a passionate kiss that had them panting when they eventually came up for air, smiling into each other’s eyes as gentle hands caressed faces and time stood still...

“Oi, put the tea boy down...I need my taxi driver before the retcon wears off..!” Owen’s shout broke into their moment and they grinned at each other.

“Okay, I lied...” Ianto rolled his eyes, “I’m taking a little trip to Barry in my car...you knew I moonlight as a cab driver, right?”

Jack chuckled, “by the time you come back, it’ll be just you and me and I’m going to show you just how much I love you...” He released him reluctantly and watched as the young man helped Owen with their guest. “Bye Christine...” he whispered to the air.

Christine blinked and shook her head, wondering where she was. She looked at her surroundings and realised she was in a car...a taxi...as she didn’t recognise the back of the head of the young man driving...

She met his eyes as he glanced in the rear view mirror. “That’s good timing Miss,” he said in soft Welsh tones, “we’re just coming up to your road now. You nodded off as we left the station...it must have been a very tiring course...”

She frowned...course? Oh, yeah, she was coming home from London...God she was so tired... She stumbled to her front door and lifted her hand to acknowledge the tiny salute the taxi driver gave her before he drove away...

The following afternoon, five people watched from the shadows under the trees as the young woman stood in the middle of the park with her arms spread wide, laughing happily as she spun herself around...free and completely unafraid...

“Job done...let’s go home...” Jack held his hand out to Ianto and they led the team back towards the SUV...

End

 
 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Sit down, shut up and hang on!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: A visiting spaceship causes the team a few minor problems... Words 4950

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: Piloting a spaceship


X-posted Longliveianto, Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]
A huge thank you to the talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack for the wonderful banner and icon *hugs*


 

Sit down, shut up and hang on!

Ianto shifted Ammeline onto his hip and reached down to pick up her Dagga, the now rather battered Welsh Dragon soft toy she’d had since she was a baby, a gift from Tosh and Owen. He placed it in his daughter’s outstretched hand and she beamed happily at him, her startling blue eyes, so like his own, lighting up as she hugged the beloved plushie.

Breakfast’s ready...you coming down? Jack’s thoughts caressed his mind softly.

Yep, on our way...

Jack was dishing up the family’s favourite Saturday breakfast of pancakes as they joined him and Brychan, who was busily setting the table. Setting the pan back on the cooker, Jack leant in to press a light kiss on the end of his daughter’s cute button nose. She giggled and batted him away with her Dagga as he moved to capture his Welshman’s soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss that was never supposed to develop...but he just couldn’t kiss him without it building into a full blown tongue twirling event...

Ammerline watched fascinated, her blonde head tilted as she surveyed them from her ringside seat in Ianto’s arms. Brychan looked up from the table, making retching noises as he placed the final fork in place. “Oi, Dad, put Tad down...breakfast is getting cold!” sounding eerily like a certain acerbic medic...

Chuckling, Jack released a breathless and flushed Ianto, who turned to roll his eyes at their son, “you, young man are spending way too much time with Uncle Owen! You’re even starting to talk just like him!”

Brychan grinned and reached across for the maple syrup to go on his pancakes. Ianto’s heart melted as the six year old miniature version of Jack shook his unruly hair out of his eyes...each of their children were precious gifts and he adored them completely.

He set Ammerline down in her high chair and cut a pancake into pieces, adding strawberries and raspberries to her plate before putting it down in front of her with a beaker of juice. “Ta...tadda...” she smiled at him and began eating contentedly, her little fingers chasing the fruit pieces around the rim with a series of giggles.

With both children now focused on their breakfast, Ianto moved to the coffee machine to make himself and Jack a much needed caffeine infusion. Jack grabbed a pancake from the big plate and tore it in two, cramming one half in his mouth and feeding the other to Ianto a piece at a time. The Welshman grinned and opened his mouth obediently for each mouthful, finally sucking the older man’s fingers clean when they were presented after three pancakes had been shared in a similar fashion.

“Dad, that’s disgusting..!” Brychan frowned at them in an Owen-like manner as Jack stuck his tongue out at his son.

Laughing, Ianto smacked Jack lightly on the arm. “Don’t encourage him, he already sounds like a carbon copy of his Godfather...it’ll be like living with Owen on a permanent basis..!”

“Tad..?”

“Yes Bry...”

“Are we going to the library for story time again today?”

“Yep...that okay?”

“Yeah...” there was a pause before “...T-a-d..?

Ianto winced at the contemplative tone and braced himself for one of those impossible questions that only children can ask...and no-one can ever answer to their satisfaction. The last time this tone had surfaced he’d had the Devil’s own job trying to explain the how’s and why’s of human biology when Bry’s teacher had refused to believe him that Jack was pregnant, because “Dad’s a man and Miss Ellis says that men can’t have babies because they don’t have the right bits...but Dad is pregnant...I told her to came and see if she didn’t believe me...”

Jack, of course, heavily pregnant with their daughter had mumbled about feeling tired and sloped away to lie down, leaving Ianto to try and explain the impossible...and he still wasn’t sure he’d come out on the winning side! Inwardly groaning, he smiled, “...yes Bry..?”

“Is Dad Captain Coat? Y’know...in the stories?”

Jack preened and pushed his chest out as Ianto stifled a chuckle, keeping his face equally as serious as the six year old’s “Yes, Dad is Captain Coat...”

“So does that mean that you’re Coffee Man? Is that why you and Dad drink coffee all the time? Does it give you magic powers?” Brychan leant forward, his blue grey eyes wide, chin jutting out...so like Jack, Ianto mused fondly...

“Yes, that makes me Coffee Man...and...”

“Oh cool! My Dad and Tad are superheroes..! Can we go now? I’ve finished breakfast...”

Jack laughed at their son’s enthusiasm. “Go clean your teeth and find the books you need to take back...we’ll get Ammeline ready...”

“’K...thanks Dad...” he jumped off his chair and ran to the door, stopping as he opened it to look back, “...will you show me your magic powers later..?”

“Maybe...if you’re good...”

Ianto drained the last of his coffee and began gathering the plates as Jack lifted Ammeline out of her high chair after cleaning her face and fingers with a baby wipe. She snuggled against him, curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

A pounding of footsteps thudding down the stairs announced the return of Brychan as Ianto dropped the last of the cutlery into the dishwasher, added the cleaning tab and closed the door. Pressing the start button he glanced over to where Jack was encouraging Ammeline into her coat, Dagga clutched firmly in her fingers.

Jack felt his gaze and looked up, smiling softly. Love you he sent, the thought filling Ianto with a delicious warmth that started in his toes and swept through him. He caressed the feeling and sent it back.  Jack...what magic powers are you going to show Bry? You know he won’t forget...my memory and your penchant for science...he won’t be easily impressed...

Well, how about I show him that I can get his Tad hard just by looking at him..!

Ianto spluttered and opened his mouth to protest aloud, the images of their rather enjoyable shower that morning flooding his brain, sending his blood supply south in a surge of heat...

See...magic!

You’re incorrigible..!

You’re irresistible...and so cute when you blush..!

Brychan burst noisily back into the room. “Can we go now? I want to tell Euan about your super powers... ”

Don’t you dare, Jack! Ianto sent fiercely as Jack opened his mouth before closing it again without speaking and twinkled lovingly at his partner as the family made their way outside. Ammeline was strapped into her pushchair with Bry pushing her proudly as they headed towards the library. Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and they strolled behind their children, enjoying the early morning sunshine, the reassuring warmth of hand in hand and the gentle swirling of entwined thoughts...

Arriving at the library, Brychan abandoned his sister and rushed off to find his best friend, leaving Jack to see to Ammeline and stow the buggy under the stairs alongside a surprising number of others. Ianto slipped an arm around Jack’s waist and tugged him close to brush their lips together lightly I’ll go set up...see you inside when you’ve got your hero cape out! His lips curved into a smile as Jack’s hand slid behind the back of his neck to prolong the kiss and he leant into the touch briefly before pulling back, straightening his already perfect tie as he headed towards the children’s section through the arch at the back of the main building.

The librarian, Karen, greeted him warmly. “Your audience is much bigger this week, “ she smiled at him, “so we’ve had to move things around a bit...” as she led him to the story corner. Ianto gaped – there were at least thirty children already sat down on the floor, some on the giant cushions and on the bean bags and numerous parents...

Jack..! Captain Coat’s got a fan club!

You mean Captain Coat and Coffee Man...we’ll be there in a moment – just getting Ammie’s crayons...

 Ianto made his way to his chair amid a smattering of applause and a distinct increase in the volume of chattering and settled himself. He grinned at Brychan who was excitedly talking to Euan with much hand waving and head bobbing. Euan’s eyes widened and he gazed at Ianto in awe. Ianto winked and began.

“Good morning everyone. Are we ready to hear some more adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man..?” The deafening cheer made him chuckle, meeting Jack’s eyes as he sat down on the floor at the back with their daughter on his lap...

“Then I’ll begin...” The crowd fell silent and leant forward to listen...

The rift siren blared as the team sat around the conference table listening to Owen’s explanation of the respiratory system of the Vuxx that they’d found dead on the shoreline in Penarth the previous day. It was a relief to all when the alarm sounded as they were all in danger of falling asleep – Owen always got a bit carried away when they discovered a new species...

Tosh pulled her hand held scanner towards her and tapped the controls “It’s big, whatever it is...looks to be at the end of Cathedral Road...”

Jack stood up, “Tosh, you coordinate from here, the rest of you with me...”

Ianto was already waiting by the door with Jack’s coat, smoothing it over his shoulders in that familiar and intimate way. They piled into the SUV as Gwen’s phone rang...

“Andy? Yeah, we’re on our way there now...yes, it sounds like one of our ‘spooky do’s’ We’ll be there soon...” She hung up. “Strange reports of RTCs coming in...road traffic collisions...” she explained to Owen’s questioning look. “Seems cars are crashing into something in the road but no-one can see what it is...”

They hung on as Jack put his foot down.

When they arrived, there were seven cars in various states of crumpled, two ambulances and two police cars. Members of the public wandered around somewhat dazed and Andy greeted the team with obvious relief. “There’s something right across the road...blocking it...”

Jack took control. “Gwen, help Andy...get everyone back...you might want to give everyone a drink...” he nodded imperceptibly, “Owen, see if you can help the paramedics, Ianto with me...let’s see what we’re dealing with...”

His team set to work as Ianto followed him towards what seemed to be a perfectly clear road... “Tosh...what you got for me?” as the pretty tech genius sounded in his ear.

“It’s a ship, cloaked obviously, the system doesn’t recognise the signature so it’s a new one on us for now – maybe something in the archives...?” she paused, “Where exactly are you?”

“Cathedral Road, just before the junction with Coweridge Road East...”

“That hedge running alongside the road...quite high, about eight feet..? There’s a field behind it...two life signs...unknown energy patterns...”

Ianto pressed his comm. unit “thanks Tosh, on it...” He strode briskly towards the hedge and crouched down to peer through into the field. “Jack...you need to see this...”

Jack joined him and they gazed at the two squat, almost triangular shaped, orange tinged aliens as they staggered around the field, pausing to scoop something from the grass and shove it into cavernous mouths. As they watched, one of the aliens quivered and fell over, flailing briefly before becoming still. The other made a rumbling sound and continued on its unsteady exploration of the field.

“Shit!” Jack and Ianto cursed simultaneously in their heads, a momentary flash of humour at their synchronised thoughts, before Ianto began to push carefully through the hedge, mindful of his much loved charcoal grey suit and maroon shirt ensemble...

Jack pressed his comm. unit. Gwen, Owen...we got two aliens on the loose in the field behind the hedge. Gwen, I need you to retcon everyone here ASAP...I don’t care how you do it, but we need them asleep now... Owen, I need you down here with us – one of them has collapsed and the other doesn’t look too good...no idea what they are yet...”

Without waiting for a response, Jack began to follow Ianto’s path through the hedge, grinning at the enjoyable sight of the Welshman’s perfect wool-clad rear moving enticingly in front of him. He flashed the image and several suggestions for ‘hidden behind the hedgerow’ activities into the young man’s head, chuckling at the conflicting responses of Ianto’s head and his body parts!

Finally through to the other side they watched as the second alien gave a final wobble and fell to the ground. Muttered curses from behind them announced the arrival of the acerbic medic who scrambled up from his knees pulling twigs from his hair before gazing at the prone aliens.

“Okay, they dead or what?” he snarked, looking from Jack to Ianto.

“No idea..! We haven’t gone any closer yet – that one there...” Ianto pointed to the body farthest from them, “has only just gone down...”

Striding out, his Webley drawn and his coat billowing out behind him, Jack led the way,  “...okay, kids, let’s go see what we got...”

They slowed as they got closer, Jack waving Ianto round to approach it from the other side, stun gun poised. Owen jumped as the alien suddenly turned its head – it didn’t appear to have a neck and close up it really did look like a triangle on stumpy little legs – and made a deep gurgling sound, its double-lidded eyes blinking blearily at them before it slumped to one side, apparently unconscious.

He ran the scanner over it and stared at the readings, holding them out to Jack for double checking. “They’re drunk?”

“Yup..!” Owen indicated the dandelions still clutched in the creature’s three-fingered hand, “...and these would appear to be the culprits... Tosh?” he hit his comm. unit, “sending you the readings now...”

“Got them...yes, their internal physiology seems to be very similar to ours so I’m guessing where they come from must have a much denser gravitational field which would account for their appearance... Their blood alcohol readings are off the scale – they’re going to have some wonderful hangovers after this...”

“Tosh..?”

“Ianto..?”

“I think there’s something in the archives about a species encountered by TW1 who were caught digging up entire fields back in the seventies...I remember reading about the speculation over what it was they were after as it was just an ordinary field of grass with nothing but dandelions and weeds... As far as I can recall they never found out as they just blew the ship out of the sky...as was their way back then...”

Jack scowled, the reminder of how ruthless and short-sighted TW1 was, grating against the very core of his being...

Owen was now on his knees, feeling for a pulse, or the equivalent of one, on the alien’s arm. He looked round at Jack. “I think they’ve overdone it – I’m seeing clear signs of alcohol poisoning here...we need to get them back onto their ship...”

“Jack...” Gwen’s voice came over the comm. “everyone’s asleep here, apart from Andy who’s just moving a couple of the cars so it looks like they were ‘head-on’s’...”

“Okay, thanks Gwen...”

Wouldn’t it be simpler to move their ship into this field..? Ianto streamed into his Captain’s head, the ship’s cloaked, the hedge is high enough to shield us from the road...

Good call... “Gwen, have Andy go stand by the Road Closed sign to turn back any other traffic, you get yourself over here with Owen and Ianto and I’ll try and move the ship... Tosh, any signs of screening or defences on that ship..?”

“Nothing I can see, Jack...I’m going to have a look down in the archives for that file now...”

“Gwen...” Ianto touched his comm. “In the back of the SUV is a small axe...can you bring it with you and I’ll meet you at the gap we made earlier – wait ‘till I come to you or this ruddy hedge’ll ruin your leather jacket...

This hedge is going to get a haircut so we can at least get through it without it ripping our clothes off...

Nah, that’s my job..!

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed for the tiny gap in the hedge where he carefully made his way through to the other side. His eyes lit up at the sight of the axe and he proceeded to hack at the offending branches until there was a narrow, but clear, path through the dense foliage and brambles. Wiping the sweat off his brow with his handkerchief, he grinned at his colleagues... “There, all done!”

You enjoyed that..?

Oh yeah! Very satisfying...

Don’t forget I’m going to get you all sweaty later when the kids have gone to bed...gotta keep my superhero powers well oiled...

Ianto turned a snort of laughter into a cough as Gwen looked inquiringly at him “Pollen!” he said as he turned away to hide the grin that spread over his face.

Jack smirked in his head and followed him to the marker they’d left to indicate the position of the cloaked ship. Jack felt his way carefully along the contours of the ship until his hand vanished into nothingness... Looks like we found the door...ready?

On your coat-tails..!

Jack’s answering grin was lost as he stepped through into the force-field, reaching out to take his Welshman by the hand as they were swallowed up and vanished from sight. The saucer shape spaceship was exactly the design of every childhood comic and Hollywood B movie, the obligatory ramp up to the open doorway completing the picture.

Ianto scanned the area, no other life signs...looks like it’s a crew of two...

“Jack, you need to hurry, they’re getting worse...” Owen’s urgent message stirred them from their light-hearted mood and they hurried up the gangplank into the craft, looking around them with interest. It was a simple design with what looked like a control panel with two seats on one side and two bunks on the other. A purple cross symbol, the universal symbol for ‘hospital’ on the locker at the side, marked another bunk as a med-bed.

“Owen..? Looks like there’s a medical bay on board...”

“Good! Bloody hurry up and get that thing shifted over here...out!” Owen was brusque and impatient...not a good sign for the condition of their patients.

Okay, let’s fly this thing...

Yep...

Jack surveyed the controls, running his hands over several levers and dials that looked promising...nothing...

Ianto watched as his Captain got progressively more irritated with his own lack of progress.

Yan, can you see anything that looks like it might make this heap of junk leave the ground...or turn on...or do something other that sit here doing sod all...

“Any time yesterday..!” Owen rasped acerbically in their ears...

“There aren’t any obvious controls...” Ianto kept his voice low and controlled, knowing that the two men were liable to explode with frustration any moment and he’d be in the firing line from both sides, “it might be a while until we figure it out. Can you and Gwen get them through the gap in the hedge and into the ship...at least you could use the med-bed while we work on moving this thing... It’s not ideal but...” his voice trailed away, leaving the other man to work out it was that or nothing for the time being!

“On our way...keep working at it...” Owen shut off his comm. unit and Ianto heaved a sigh of relief that the immediate danger of exploding medic had been avoided...for now! He turned back to survey the panel of unintelligible dials and switches, watching what Jack was doing before he began to mirror his movements on the other side of the panel.

Owen and Gwen were just heaving the first alien up the ramp when the craft gave an almighty shudder and pulsated into life, the jolt sending Owen stumbling into the doorway to smack his head hard against the bulkhead. Uttering a stream of words that turned the air blue, the dazed doctor glared in the general direction of the pseudo-pilots and moved back to help Gwen with the surprisingly heavy unconscious body of the alien and they heaved it painstakingly up onto the medical bunk where Owen immediately began rummaging in the locker for supplies.

Back at the control panel, Jack and Ianto were trying to work out what they’d done so they could repeat it. They ran their hands back over the array of dials and were rewarded with another violent shudder and this time the craft tilted up on Jack’s side, the sudden lurch sending both Ianto and Owen crashing to the floor to bang their heads against whatever hard surface was nearest.

“For fuck’s sake Jack, I thought you could pilot a spaceship..!” Owen rubbed numerous aching and damaged parts of his body. “We’re going to get the other one now, try not to kill this one while we’re gone!” He looked at Gwen who’d had a face full of alien belly when the ship had tilted, “...you okay?”

Too breathless to speak, Gwen just nodded and followed the grumpy medic back down the ramp to retrieve the other owner of the craft.

Ianto...you okay?

Bit shaken, but yeah I’m okay... What did we do?

No idea...let’s do it again and see if we can get it off the ground!

Ianto grinned Go for it!

They ran their hands over the panel once more and the craft pulsed into life with less violence than before. Ianto spread his fingers and the ship tilted again, this time lifting up on his side before crashing heavily to the ground again, shaking them roughly although they kept their feet.

A flash of something flew across the Welshman’s consciousness, remaining frustratingly out of reach as he groped in the darkest recesses of his mind to no avail.

What’s up?

There’s something about this...it was there...just for a second and now it’s gone... He screwed his face up in concentration in his efforts to find whatever it was before shaking his head regretfully, no, it’s gone...

They turned their attention back to the panel as Gwen and Owen staggered back into the craft with the second body and dumped him onto one of the sleeping bunks. “You two brain boxes figured out how to fly this thing yet? ‘Course you have, that’s why it’s still stuck on the ground!” Owen was at his sarcastic best with aches and pains all over his body...

Ianto’s face lit up with a beaming smile, rushing over to Owen to plant a wet kiss on his lips, surprising everyone else who looked at him like he’d gone mad and leaving a speechless Owen spluttering!

Ianto? Jack was confused and a teeny bit jealous – if there was something to celebrate it should he him on the receiving end of Ianto’s kisses...

Owen’s brilliant! He said ‘you two’ and that’s it – these aliens are D’eux – synchronous beings who do everything in pairs at the exact same time...remember in Golden Eye the keys had to be turned at exactly the same time to arm the weapon...that’s how we fly this thing...

Jack suddenly caught on –there was something to be said for having a partner who adored James Bond so he’d watched them all umpteen times and could actually understand the reference! “We have to do it together!” he said aloud, startling both Gwen and Owen, the latter scowling.

“We’ve got more things to worry about than who tea boy here kisses! Like getting this bucket off the ground and out of the road!”

“Owen, sit down, shut up and hold on! We know how to fly this thing...we have to synchronise our movements over the controls...” Ianto barked at the stunned man.

Nicely done! Ready..?

As I’ll ever be...together...three, two, one...now!

The spaceship shuddered and lifted slowly off the ground, the doorway vanishing as it began to move. Their thoughts linked, Jack and Ianto mirrored each other’s movements on the control panel. It wasn’t the smoothest of flights, but it was enough to get them over the hedge and into the field where they landed again with a bump, the door reappearing when they took their hands off the controls.

“Nice job boys...” Gwen was impressed.

“Not bad!” Owen conceded, still chaffing over Ianto’s kiss and his painful collisions with various parts of the ship. “Now we have to figure out how to stop these D’eux from dying of alcohol poisoning on us...

Jack grinned at Ianto as the same thought hit them both and they moved away from the pilots’ stations, linking hands and heading for the door. “We’ll be right back...”

Owen was talking to Tosh as they vanished down the ramp and they grinned at each other, hearing his voice rising as he attempted to get across his message that they’d all gone barmy.

I suppose we could’ve told him...

Yeah, but much more fun not to! You know I was jealous when you kissed him...

Um, yep, sorry, it was a spur of the moment thing...I was just so pleased to work it out!

Just you wait ‘till later...I’ll show you synchronised movements like you’ve never had before..!

Jack squeezed his hand and leered at him as Ianto blushed. They reached the SUV and opened the boot, Jack leaning in to retrieve the flask of coffee that Ianto had tucked in earlier when the rift alert had sounded. Ianto grabbed some packets of sugar from the side pocket and they closed the boot, lingering just long enough to share a soft and tender kiss before they once again entwined their hands and headed back to the ship.

Owen was mercifully quiet when they presented him with the flask and sugar and informed him that they were going take pictures and scans while he got the D’eux sobered up...

With Gwen helping Owen and Tosh directing Jack and Ianto as to the shots and readings she wanted all was peaceful, the background silence broken only by the low moans from the D’eux as they gradually sobered up with the help of generous helpings of Ianto’s coffee.

An hour later and both aliens were sober enough to explain that they were newly married and on their equivalent of a honeymoon. Their friends had told them they had to visit earth and to make sure they tried the dandelions as they were the best in the Milky Way but no-one had told them how potent they were...

After promising to be careful of how many ate, the D’eux were overcome with the bulging carrier bag of freshly picked dandelions that Jack presented to them. They bowed and gave thanks to Captain Coat for his generosity, to Coffee Man for his magic healing drink and then to the team for saving their spaceship, presenting Jack with a miniature model of the craft as a token of their gratitude. Farewells dispensed, the team retreated down the ramp for the final time, moving well away from the craft as it began to spin and lifted gracefully off the ground, gathering speed until it shot up into the sky and was instantly out of sight...

Ianto sat up slightly in his chair and looked out over his audience who were hung on his every word, the parents as well as the children, he was amused to note... “They went back to the Hub where Ianto made them all coffee and they had the Captain’s favourite chocolate brownie to go with it and that was the story of how Captain Coat and Coffee Man learnt how to pilot a spaceship so they and their team could save the day again...”

There was a thunderous round of applause during which Jack bombarded Ianto’s mind with their synchronised hand movements of later that evening and hand and hip even later still, drawing a deep blush over his partner’s face much to Jack’s wicked delight, chuckling loudly when Ianto streamed them back with a promise of a repeat performance...

Karen held her hands up for quiet before thanking Ianto once again and announcing a drawing competition for the children to create their pictures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man from today’s story. “The best ones will go on display an there’ll be book vouchers as prizes...so get drawing and bring your entries to next week’s story time when I hope Mr Harkness-Jones will be sharing more Superhero adventures with us...”

The floor gradually emptied as Jack and Ianto chatted to some of the other parents. Brychan bounced over with Euan in tow to ask if he could go to his friend’s house so they could do their pictures and stay for tea... As Ianto arranged with Euan’s mum, Jacqui that she would drop Bry back by 6:30, Jack was whispering to the two boys about some of the superhero powers that Captain Coat might have with much excitable laughter from all three!

It was lunchtime by the time they made it home, Ammeline so tired she was almost asleep in her highchair. Ianto tucked her up for her nap before Jack led him to their bedroom to remind him of the energetic delights of synchronous pairs until they fell asleep wound in each other’s arms...

 

The story of Captain Coat and Coffee Man continues in the next prompt...  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/39818.html

 

 
 


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Title: It’s written in the stars...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Words  2100

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #13 - Theme: Fate/destiny; doff, dexterous, escalator ‘If you look closely you’ll be able to see a pattern’

A/N1 I think it’s safe to say the fluff bunnies are firmly in control at the moment!

 

It’s written in the stars

Jack wrapped his coat more closely around their naked bodies as Ianto lay back against him and they gazed up at the black velvet sky, the stars sparkling like diamonds...

“You know, if you look closely, you’ll be able to see a pattern...” Jack breathed against his Welshman’s ear.

“Constellations..?”

“Nah, I don’t mean constellations...look...” Jack slid his hand over Ianto’s, slipping his fingers into the gaps between the young man’s own and lifted their joined hands to point up at the sky. “Start at that big red one and join the dots...ready?”

Ianto turned his head to brush their lips together before settling back, “...ready..!”

Jack began tracing the letters, his heart thudding nervously in his chest – he’d planned so many different ways, so many times, how he was going to do this and each time he’d bottled it. Now, fresh from loving his gorgeous Welshman and snuggled together in the heavy warmth of his coat as they soaked up the fragrance of the warm night air, he knew that this was the right time...

He finished the first word and dotted the ‘i’, moving on to the next word...and the next...and the last. He felt Ianto tense as he added the question mark and dropped their joined hands back to their sides. He held his breath.

Ianto continued to stare up at the sky, his mouth moving silently, repeating the words... He scrambled up onto his knees and turned to face his Captain, a shy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he met the anxious gaze of the man he loved with every fibre of his being...

“Yes!” he said simply “yesyesyes...” as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and crushed their mouths together, passion, love and desire merging as they fell back against the heather...

The bleating from Jack’s wristband dragged them back to earth from a succession of heady kisses that had them floating amongst the stars above them. Lust blown eyes met and rueful smiles were exchanged as they tugged on their clothes and prepared to chase down whatever alien had decided to threaten their beloved city.

Ianto smoothed the heavy wool over his Captain’s shoulders, the familiar and intimate action bringing soft smiles to their faces before both men focused on the readings from the rift alert. “Shopping centre...several signals...” Jack held his hand out, grinning as Ianto took it, entwining their fingers, “ready..?”

“Yep...let’s go save the world one more time...”

They set off across the field towards the SUV at a brisk pace. Within minutes they were speeding towards the shopping centre, Jack’s enthusiastic driving leaving Ianto braced against the door frame as he checked the readings on the hand held scanner from the glove box. He groaned.

Jack glanced across anxiously “...what is it?”

“Graske”

“Shit!” he put his foot down and the car surged forward, “why do those pesky alien pixies like this place so much?”

They pulled up outside the shopping centre and Jack used their universal passkey to open the door. The first sight that met their eyes was the two security guards tied up and gagged in what looked like every reel of ribbon ever made. It was colourful, if rather uncomfortable, and Jack was tempted to snap a quick photo, chuckling at Ianto’s quiet “don’t you dare Jack!” How well the other man knew him!

Ianto tossed the scanner at his Captain “I’ll sort this out, you go find our visitors...”   

Moving to the security desk, Ianto’s dexterous fingers made quick work of the guard’s gags and set about sawing through the multitude of knots that held the two men captive to their chairs and each other. Finally free of their bonds they drank the water Ianto gave them gratefully whilst regaling him with the tale of their capture by an army of tiny creatures with ‘court jester’ heads and pointed teeth...

Ianto sympathised and soothed, pressing his comm. unit “Jack...seems like we have a party on our hands...”

“Yeah, I’m seeing multiple groups...better call the team in...”

Groping in his pocket for his phone, the Welshman smiled reassuringly at the two security guards as their eyes began to close. Moments later their quiet snores announced another retcon success. Ianto moved away from the desk and dumped the bag of shredded and tangled ribbon into a bin as he explained the call to a sleepy Tosh, knowing from the acerbic swearing beside her that he had one less phone call to make. Grinning he hung up and dialled Gwen, apologising to Rhys for the disturbance when he answered the phone.

“Team’s on their way in – Owen was at Tosh’s again...two Sleeping Beauty lookalikes at the front desk...where are you?”

“Upper level...there’s a large group in the Candy Box pick-n-mix at the far end and downstairs there’s another group in The Early Learning Centre – they all seem to be relatively well behaved considering what they are...the group I’ve been chasing are now in the Hair and Nail Palace and they’re wrecking it from what I can hear...I’m just going in...”

“Be careful...I’ll be there in a minute...I’ll get the others to go after the sweet and toy shop groups...”

“Good – and watch out, there’s still a few random signals scattered about...”

Setting off at a run Ianto disconnected from Jack and called the team, giving details of the groups and their locations. He was sprinting up the silent ‘down’ escalator, heading towards Jack’s location when a Graske jumped out at the top in front of him blocking his path, another high pitched giggle told him there was at least one other out of sight... Suddenly the escalator began moving, the jolt knocking him off balance to send him tumbling backwards, over and over... Reflex action curled him into a ball to protect his face from the sharp edges of the moving stairs until he crashed in a heap, smacking a glancing blow at the bottom that made him see stars – and these were most definitely not the pleasurable ones from earlier...

The Machiavellian pixies giggled loudly and bandy-legged themselves away to cause trouble elsewhere. Ianto groaned and lay where he was as he blinked dazedly. A battered arm dragged itself of its own volition to press his comm. unit. “Jack...” he croaked painfully, attempting to assess the damage to his limbs and accepting ruefully that his favourite Blue Gillespie hoodie was a write-off and his designer ripped jeans were now a tad more ripped...

“Ianto..? Where are you? These blasted Graske are...stop that...put it down...little shit..!” Several more choice expletives followed in a variety of languages and the sound of crashing china and the familiar grating high pitch giggle could be heard above Jack’s panting. “Ianto..?” this time, the concern was evident in the Captain’s voice, “what’s happened...are you okay? This lot have escaped out the back to Lord knows where...this place is trashed...” he sighed heavily, “Yan..?”

“I’m o...not permanently damaged...” he amended, “...they started the escalator and caught me off balance so I went down it backwards...no broken bones – just complete loss of dignity...no change there..!” he quipped heavily, pushing himself slowly to his feet and dabbing his handkerchief to the cut above his eye that was dripping blood irritatingly down his face.

“I’m coming down...” Jack could be heard thudding along the walkway above him, pounding down the still moving escalator to land in front of his precious Welshman. He tugged him into his arms and hugged him tightly, causing the young man to let out a howl of pain. Jack released him immediately. “Where does it hurt? Where’s Owen, he should be here by now...you could’ve died...“his panic was palpable, “I can’t lose you, Ianto...”

“I’ll live, Jack, I’m just a bit battered – certainly not ready to doff my hat to the Grim Reaper just yet a while...” he cupped the older man’s face and kissed him lightly, “...you’re stuck with me a bit longer...

Now mindful of his injuries, Jack folded Ianto back into his arms and kissed him hard, relief and passion colliding as tongues embraced and fingers threaded through hair... They were resting their foreheads together, panting softly when the team ran in to join them.

“Oi, put the bloody tea boy down...you’ve dragged me out of my bed...”

“Tosh’s bed I believe that was...” Ianto cut in mildly, moving regretfully out of the comforting warmth of Jack’s arms to the gasps of horror from the others as they took in his damaged appearance.

“Fuck! What happened to you..?” Owen was by his side in an instant, acerbic comments forgotten as he checked the Welshman over while Jack filled them in on the situation – basically what seemed like the entire Graske population was having a happy rampage through the shopping centre...

Ianto nodded or shook his head in response to the medic’s questions, submitting without protest to the butterfly sutures that were applied to the cut above his eye. They joined the others to find Jack grinning widely, his arm around Tosh’s shoulders as he dipped his head to kiss her gently on the cheek.

“Oi, that’s my girlfriend you’re handling...you’ve got your tea boy...” Owen blurted out loudly, causing a pretty blush to spread over Tosh’s face as all eyes turned towards her. “Oh, sorry Tosh!” Owen grinned apologetically and moved to her side.

Gwen giggled, “...we all know anyway...and your brilliant girlfriend has got us a way to get rid of these pesky Graske...tell him Tosh...”

“Ultra sonic soundwave...upsets the balance of their tri-horns...get ready to cover your ears, but be prepared to feel disorientated...” She turned the dial on the device in her hand and the air shook as sound waves powered outwards. Within moments hoards of Graske ran from shops in all directions to gather on the lower level before they vanished in a crack of light.

Tosh turned the device off and they shook their heads, grimacing as the sound continued to pound in their heads for several minutes. “What’re we doing about all the mess...we’ll be here till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear it up!”

Ianto put his hand on Jack’s arm, “I’ve got that covered...back in a couple of minutes...” he strode away towards the security desk.

Jack grinned, “Okay, thanks for tonight, now get yourselves home and don’t come in ‘till midday...I think we’re all going to sleep in after this...”

Owen glanced at Ianto’s retreating back “...will he be okay after his tumble down the stairs?”

“I promise to check him over thoroughly...”

“Head to toe?”

“Promise!”

“I don’t want to know!” Owen chuckled and held his hand out to Tosh who took it, smiling. Jack offered his arm to Gwen and they sauntered after Ianto, waiting by the door until he rejoined them, smiling broadly.

“I told them that when they woke they were to call the police immediately as they’d chased a gang of vandals from the centre, all wearing hoods or masks so nothing to identify them...and I’ve erased the CCTV footage...” He looked at Jack, “can we go now ‘cos I ache like hell!”

They headed to their respective cars. As Ianto slid gingerly into the passenger seat, Jack grinned at him. “I promised Owen I’d check you over...”

“You will?”

“Uh ha...head to toe...”

“No time like the present...”

Jack put his foot down and minutes later they were walking hand in hand back across the field...

Ianto slumped breathlessly against Jack’s sweat slicked body, the night air chasing trails of goose bumps over their skin. Urging his Welshman back into the cocooning warmth of the coat, Jack pressed gentle kisses to the side of the young man’s neck. “Right hand pocket...” he whispered, unable to stop the huge grin that spread over his face as Ianto’s hand delved into the pocket and pulled out the tiny velvet box...

The young man’s eyes widened as he opened it to reveal two simple matching platinum bands. Slipping the rings on to each other’s fingers they kissed tenderly. “Love you, Ianto Jones...”

“Love you too, Jack...always...it’s written in the stars...” As the night faded into day, two men snuggled into a 1940s greatcoat and planned their future...

End

 

 

zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: And that’s how it all started...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2
Summary: A rift alert has all sorts of consequences... Words 3170

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] longliveianto bingo prompt: Bodyswap

Icon and gorgeous banner by the wonderfully talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  Thank you *hugs*


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

A/N for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl 


 

And that’s how it all started...

Muttering in very expressive Welsh, Ianto dragged his highly aroused and indignant body from Jack’s bunk and grabbed his clothes from their various scattered locations around the room before climbing up to join his Captain at Gwen’s workstation. Jack grinned at the flushed cheeks and tousled hair as the young man peered at the screen.

“Just as we were getting started..!” he pressed a light kiss to his Welshman’s temple before turning his attention back to the rift alert that had interrupted what was promising to be a monumental evening.

“D’you recognise that pattern? It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before...” Ianto frowned and tapped industriously on the keyboard as he searched through their databases for anything remotely similar. “Nothing like it in our records...”

“So, a new contact...we’d better go in prepared...” Jack said, automatically reaching for his Webley to check it, as Ianto keyed in the code for the armoury to get a Glock pistol to accompany his preferred non-lethal stun gun. They filled their pockets with fresh cans of weevil spray and a syringe of swift acting strong sedative and headed for the underground car park. Two minutes later they were en route to the child’s playground in Barry where the signal appeared to be stable...

The roads were clear - which was just as well with Jack’s usual breakneck driving, Ianto thought, hanging on tightly to the door frame as Jack hurled the SUV around corners at unbelievable speeds. Slamming the brakes on, Jack brought them to a standstill and they both peered at the hand held scanner. The signal was unchanged and seemed to be hovering over the sandpit...

Shining their torches ahead of them, they made their way over the playing field towards the enclosed children’s play apparatus. There was nothing visible although the signal still held steady. Jack nodded as Ianto motioned that he’d approach the signal so Jack could circle around to come in behind it. His heart thudding so hard he swore it was audible, Ianto crept forward, checking the scanner every step. There was no change until he stepped into the sand pit.

In a flash of blue light that cracked like rifle shot, a four feet high, bi-ped dinosaur-like creature that resembled a Bambiraptor launched itself at the Welshman, wings flapping frantically as its talons ripped into the soft flesh of Ianto’s chest. There was no time even to cry out as the young man hit the floor. He dropped his torch and the scanner and struggled desperately to get the stun gun within reach of the creature’s flesh as Jack emptied his entire supply of bullets into the tough hide.

With a howl as the lead rounds buried themselves into its back, the creature released its prey and vanished in another crack of blue light, leaving the air tainted with a metallic tang...

Jack leapt towards his prone lover, fear and horror washing over him as he saw the extent of the injuries. He dragged his phone from his pocket and hit #2 on his speed dial, barely registering the fact it was Tosh’s sleepy voice that answered the medic’s phone. “Tell Owen; Ianto’s seriously hurt, children’s playground, Barry...get him here...” before dropping the phone to the floor and gathering the semi-conscious young man into his arms... “Ianto...stay with me...stay with me please...” his voice an anguished whisper as he shook his beloved Welshman urgently...

Ianto’s eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, pain clouding those normally sparkling blue depths, “I’m sorry Jack...it was too quick... I’m cold...so cold...that’s bad isn’t it..?” his voice trailed away and his eyes closed again, “Jack...” the whisper was barely audible and Jack had to bend closer to catch the words, his eyes filling with tears at the faint “I love you...I’ve always loved you...have to tell you...before it’s too late...”

Ianto...don’t....Ianto...stay with me....don’t leave me...” Dipping his head, Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s, reaching deep inside himself to share his life force as a golden glow flickered briefly and was gone... Jack’s head swam and he blinked, dazed and confused by the sudden pain in his chest and the fact he was now lying down gazing up at...at his own face...

“Jack..?” Ianto sounded similarly confused, but reassuringly alive. “It doesn’t hurt any more...” he opened his eyes and stared down wide-eyed at his body... “Jack...what’s happening..? Jack...” He shook his own body as its eyes slid closed and it went limp in his...ok...Jack’s...arms...

Jack...Jack...no no no no no...don’t you dare leave me Harkness...”

He sat there rocking the unresponsive body back and forth, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, his mind searching desperately for answers to impossible questions he had yet to formulate – somehow he and Jack had swapped bodies and now Jack was dead – or was he dead himself – his body was but...

He was spared further tortuous thought processes as his body tensed and drew in a huge gasp of air in a strangely familiar Jack-like way and his eyes opened again, meeting his relieved gaze from Jack’s blue grey pools. Words weren’t needed as Ianto-in-Jack’s-body crushed their mouths together in a passion and relief-laden kiss that had their heads spinning, tongues swirling until they were both light-headed and they broke apart, panting softly... and restored to their own bodies...

“What the..?” Ianto heard himself think...his synapses snapped to attention – wait! Heard himself think..? I think you’ll find that was my thought..!” Now that was most definitely Jack in his head! They stared at each other, eyes wide, mouths dropping open as they heard each other’s thoughts, so intent on the tumbling confusion whirling around they failed to hear the frantic arrival of Owen who shoved Jack bodily aside and grabbed the Welshman’s hand to check his pulse, the skin to skin contact sending a spark through both men as they blinked dizzily...

“What the fuck was that?” Owen’s emphatic curse sounded strangely muted coming out of Ianto’s mouth.

Ianto shook Owen’s head to try and shift the irritating buzzing as his thoughts grappled with the undeniable knowledge that they’d body-swapped and he still had Jack’s thoughts in his head...Jack’s rather distracting thoughts of hot kisses creeping their way down his pale neck, warm breath sending trails of goose bumps scurrying across his skin and a rush of blood to his...um...Owen’s groin...

Jack grinned wolfishly despite their bemused predicament and reached out to grab a handful of the medic’s sweatshirt, hauling him in to plant a steamy open mouthed kiss on unfamiliar lips knowing that the jolt of electricity and the instantly recognisable lightheaded sensation meant another body swap... Ianto gave in and snaked Owen’s arms around his Captain’s neck, his fingers threading lovingly through his hair as Jack continued to fill his head with provocative images, gentle moans lost against his mouth...

“Oi, put my body down – even if it is the tea boy inside! I need to know what’s going on here – you said he was seriously hurt and where’s all that blood come from? I need answers!” Ianto’s soft welsh vowels didn’t quite do the acerbic medic’s words justice, but they got the message and pulled apart, somewhat breathless, stepping away from each other to avoid any further skin contact.

“Will someone tell me what’s happening..?” Owen was getting irate now, hands tugging at Ianto’s perfectly tied red silk at his throat to pull it awry in a manner that made the Ianto, now back in Jack’s body, want to slap him or at least serve him decaf for a month!

“I think that the alien that attacked Ianto left more than torn flesh behind...it seems to be some form of electrical charge that’s activated by skin contact and is able to move consciousness from one body to another...trouble is we’ve never seen anything like it before so I have no idea how to stop it! Oh, and Ianto’s body died and came back when I was him...”

Ianto bit thoughtfully on Jack’s bottom lip “Maybe if we each touch the person who has our mind all at the same time or just all touch together..?”

Owen nodded Ianto’s head slowly, finally releasing his death-grip on the Welshman’s tie, much to the relief of its owner “...it could work and we don’t have any other fucking clues anyway! I’m game...” he held Ianto’s hand out towards his own body. Jack and Ianto looked at each other, shrugged and swapped why the hell not? messages in their heads as they reached out their host body hands...

The three sets of fingers touched and a loud crack of electricity accompanied with a vivid blue flash lit up the darkness, each man falling backwards as the intense power of the shock knocked them unconscious. Darkness closed in on them once again as they lay in the sand...

Ianto groaned and held his pounding head – it felt like he’d done ten rounds with Janet and several of her friends! Wincing at the demolition team hard at work on the inside of his skull, he struggled into a sitting position and looked down at his hands, relieved to find that they were indeed his hands – he was back in his own body. A heartfelt moan echoed in his head alongside the drilling and hammering and he turned to look at his Captain. Jack was still unconscious so the mind link was obviously still active and the quiet questioning Ianto..? confirmed his suspicions as moments later the prone figure moved painfully to sit up. They reached for each other...stop! Ianto sent, recalling the skin to skin transfer when Owen had tried to take his pulse...

Oh...yeah, right! Good call... How’s Owen?

They turned to see the medic’s eyes opening, the grimace on his face more than confirmed the presence of an equally painful headache. “Fuck! I’ve got the hangover from hell! What were we drinking?” Owen muttered a few more choice profanities under his breath as he, too, struggled to sit up. The three of them looked at each other warily.

“How are you feeling?” Owen stretched towards Ianto as the doctor in him reasserted itself, before swiftly withdrawing his hand as the Welshman jerked himself out of reach.

“Don’t touch me!” he growled, his hand automatically reaching to adjust his tie, frowning when he found it mangled out of its usual perfect shape.

Jack moved his head carefully from side to side in an attempt to ease the cramped muscles in his neck. “Right, we need to get back to the hub...find out what happened here and if it’s permanent... No-one touch each other...” he added rather unnecessarily as each man resumed the perpendicular and shoved their hands into their pockets before stumbling across the grass towards the two vehicles in the distance.

Owen slid into his car and nodded approvingly as Ianto got into the back seat of the SUV and Jack climbed into the driver’s seat. “Good! See you at the hub then, Tosh’s already there...” he blushed at their raised eyebrows and the grin that flashed across both faces. “Yeah, we’re...”

“We know, Owen..!” Jack chuckled despite the pain in his head, “Should I feel bad that I kissed you...and with tongue?”

“Just...just don’t go there!” Owen spluttered as Ianto grinned, his quiet chuckle echoing in Jack’s head. Slamming his car door so hard it made them all cringe, Owen set off at speed with the SUV following in his wake...

Tosh was waiting for them down in autopsy, scanners and monitors at the ready. She’d put non-conductive gloves on as a precaution and handed each man a pair as they greeted her.

Scanning each of their heads, Owen found slightly elevated levels of adrenalin and dopamine, but nothing unexpected for the kind of experiences they’d just been through and declared it safe for them to take their gloves off. He pointed at the table and looked at Ianto.

Now, tea boy!”

Ianto had been edging towards the stairs with the intention of making a swift escape to the kitchen, the need for caffeine growing stronger by the second.

“Do I have to?” he sent into Jack’s mind, realising with surprise that it felt totally natural to have access to the other man’s thoughts...

“You do!” Jack smiled softly, “we need...I need...to make sure that you’re okay...you did die out there, remember?” He streamed the golden kiss memory into the young man’s head, drawing a delicious flush over his cheek that didn’t go unnoticed by the medic.

“Okay, what’s going on – why’s tea boy glowing like a Belisha Beacon? What don’t I know?”

“You want the long list or the condensed version?” Ianto deadpanned as he slid reluctantly onto the table. Tosh stifled a giggle as Owen frowned and she moved to stand by his side so she could see the readings on the monitor.

“Ha-bloody-ha!” Owen snarked. “Now spill..!”

“I can hear Jack’s thoughts and he can hear mine...ever since my body died when Jack was in it...” the blush deepened as Jack streamed a rather energetic session with Ianto bent over his desk into his head...

“I don’t want to know the details, thank you” he glared at Jack, “and you, stop harassing my patient!”  He pointed to the stairs, “behave or leave!”

Jack grinned again and leant against the dresser. “I’ll behave...promise...” as the medic’s eyes narrowed at him before turning back to examine the readings on the scanner. “Oh fuck!” Owen’s jaw dropped and Tosh looked at Ianto with a stunned expression on her beautiful face...

Ianto sat up, “what’s wrong with me?” gripping Jack’s hand tightly as his Captain leapt to his side and the two men looked anxiously at their doctor.

Despite the inappropriateness of the moment Owen couldn’t resist...”you want the long list..! Sorry...okay, when you died, what did you feel?”

“Nothing...I wasn’t in my body...but watching it was just like Jack when he comes back...”

“Are you ready to be the immortal tea boy?” he nodded seriously and tugged the monitor closer, “see, these readings are Ianto’s I’ve just scanned...these are Jack’s from his last physical...the chronon levels are identical...”

Frantic thoughts tumbled back and forth between the two – joy at being together for eternity mingled with shock and horror at the implications for Ianto’s family and the team....so many questions...

Owen looked from one to the other and planted his hands on his hips . “Oi, share with us – we can’t hear what you’re thinking – us lesser mortals need to have it spoken out loud!”

They turned wide, somewhat damp, eyes towards him. Ianto’s mouth opened and closed again without any sound making it past his lips. Owen could sympathise with that, it was a big shock...

“How do we know if it’s permanent?” Jack voiced Ianto’s question for him.

Owen shrugged, “I could shoot him..? What?” he looked innocently at Tosh as she smacked his arm, “we’d know if it worked...”

“Thanks, Owen, but I think I’d rather not test it quite like that!” Ianto muttered dryly. He squeezed Jack’s hand. I’m fine cariad...I just need a little time to take it in... he sent in response to Jack’s anxious presence in his head. He jumped down off the table. “’I’m going to make a coffee...I know it’s three in the morning but I need one, so, if that’s okay with you..?” he glanced at Owen who nodded, before walking gracefully up the steps and disappearing from sight.

Jack gazed after him, resisting the urge to either follow or press his mind, knowing that his young lover needed time to absorb the events of the night. He jumped as Tosh laid a gentle hand on his arm. “He’ll be okay...he’s got you and he’s got us...”

“Yeah...I know...thanks... Now it’s late...well, early actually so why don’t you two get off home and I’ll see you later...midday? Oh, and can we hold off telling Gwen until Ianto’s ready to face her barrage of questions...I’ll give her the morning off as well and we’ll see you later...” He tugged them in for a joint hug, whispering a heartfelt “thank you” before releasing them and following them up to the main workspace. Moments later the roller door clunked shut behind them.

Jack tugged his phone out of his pocked and sent a swift message to Gwen, telling her it had been a busy night so they would be sleeping in, adding a brief ‘bring pastries!’ to his instructions to stay home till midday. As he pressed send, Ianto appeared from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.  He looked calmer and smiled softly in response to Jack’s gentle questioning thoughts...I’m fine Jack...really...

They met at the raggedy old sofa and Jack took his coffee mug with one hand before sliding the other around the Welshman’s neck as he pulled him in for a tender kiss, lips soft and responsive under his. They kissed sweetly, minds swirling together without conscious thought, each losing themselves in the other until they broke apart to recharge their oxygen supply. Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, catching his breath at the intensity of emotion that blazed within the cobalt blue depths...Love you too...he sent, pressing a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s cute button nose before they sank down onto the sofa and leant comfortably against each other as they drank their coffee...

Ianto looked down at the sea of faces who were following his every word with avid attention, his glance lingering on his Captain’s, smiling that just-for-Jack-smile at the man he loved so much, seeing him sat cross legged on the floor with a sound asleep two year old Ammeline curled up in his lap. Jack grinned back...yeah, she’s asleep...love how you took out all the saucy bits but kept them in for me... Ianto winked and continued his roving glance across his audience, finding another very familiar pair of blue grey eyes under a shock of dark hair and the wide grin of their six year old... He twinkled at him before spreading his arms out and declaring “...and that’s how it all started...”

The librarian walked over, joining in with the applause from the audience. “Now children, say thank you to Mr Harkness-Jones and he’s promised to come back to tell you some more stories about Captain Coat and Coffee-man next week...

End

A/N This is the first of my longliveIanto bingo card. All stories will be set in this verse and will follow the lives of Jack, Ianto and their children as well as the wonderful heroes: Captain Coat and Coffee-man

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Title: Rank has its privileges...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A rift signature leads the team to a warehouse...Torchwood fun and frolics ensue!    Words 2050

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the redisourcolour challenge #11 - Theme: Costumes; tissue paper, flying, silvery ‘Agrh, somebody get this thing off me!’

A/N1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] too_beauty  because the last one I wrote made her cry so this is the reset button she wanted!

 

Rank has its privileges...

“There it is again..!” Tosh frowned and leant forward as she peered closer at her screen. Her fingers raced across her keyboard as she endeavoured to track the elusive and fleeting rift signature that had appeared at the same time every day for the past week.

Jack bounced down the stairs to stand behind her. “what ‘ya got Tosh?”

“Not sure...there’s been this signal every day at this time over the past week – at first I thought it was just a flicker in the energy flows as it was so small, but yesterday I narrowed the bandwidth and today I got this...” she pointed at the tiny specks moving haphazardly on the screen. “So, any ideas..?”

Jack leant closer, “are they airborne do you think? It’d explain the haphazard movements...”

They both stared at the swirling pattern of dots... Ianto joined them, offering them the tray with steaming mugs of his awesome coffee which they took gratefully, Jack immediately cramming a large square of his favourite chocolate brownie into his mouth from the plate on the tray.

“mmnnnn s’lovely” he mumbled with his mouth full as Ianto rolled his eyes at him.

Gwen hung up the call from Andy and came over to join them. She took her mug from the tray and added her eyes to the three sets already following the aimless movements on the screen. Ianto offered the brownie plate round again before setting the tray, with the one remaining mug, to one side and the four of them sipped their drinks and munched as Tosh began tracking the signal...

A howl of protest floated up from autopsy, “Oi! Where’s my coffee tea boy? You’d better not be snogging him while my coffee’s going cold, Harkness..!”

There was a general chuckle from the group gathered around Tosh’s workstation. Jack picked up Owen’s mug and took it to the railings that overlooked the autopsy bay. “That’s Captain Harkness to you!” he pointed out mildly, “...count the stripes..!” He held the mug out as Owen looked up from the body of the slippery eel-type creature that’d washed up in the bay the previous day.

“And I drink that how?” Owen snarked, “seeing as how I’m elbow deep in this stinking crap...” he scowled down at the rancid smelling alien corpse.

“Just open your mouth and I’ll pour it from here – a mouth as big as yours, I’m sure to get some in..!” Jack grinned as the others sniggered.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Owen grinned back, “right, fish-face here can wait...I need my caffeine.” He dragged his hands out of the creature’s innards and washed them before bounding up the steps to grab his coffee from Jack’s outstretched hand. “Why thank you Captain!”

Owen followed Jack back to Tosh’s workstation where her fingers were now flying over the keyboard as she closed in on the elusive signal. “Got it! It’s a warehouse on the Cardiff Gate Business Park in Pontprennau...owned by Aspect Television...” she looked up at Jack, “if they’re true to form we’ve got about another twelve minutes until they’re gone again...”

“Okay kids, let’s go..!”

“All of us?” Owen sounded hopeful, the chance to delay his return to stinking fish guts an enticing possibility...

Ruffling the acerbic medic’s hair as he swept past him on his way to the door, Jack nodded, “but don’t you dare complain about my driving..!”

Owen grinned and followed in the wake of the billowing coat tails. Moments later they were speeding towards the Business Park, blue lights flashing, hanging on for grim death as Jack took corners at impossible speeds... With more luck than judgement, they screeched to a halt outside a warehouse at the far end of the park. It was locked with a rusty old padlock which suggested it had been a while since anyone had been inside.

Ianto had picked the lock before Gwen had even got the alien tech out her pocket. He shrugged, “we used to sneak into the Lido when we were kids...it was easier to pick the padlock than climb over the six foot fence!”

Jack squeezed Ianto’s arse as he went past, whispering in his ear so the others couldn’t hear “nice work, but you still can’t get out of those handcuffs..!” chuckling as the blush crept over his Welshman’s cheeks.

“Tosh?”Jack glanced at the pretty tech genius as she studied her hand held scanner.

“Two minutes, forty seconds if they follow the same pattern as before...far end of the warehouse...nothing to indicate that they’re hostile...whatever they are...”

“Gwen, Owen...take the left hand side; Tosh, Ianto...go right; I’ll take the centre...everyone ready?” Four heads nodded, his team each armed with torches and side-arms... They made their way into the building, eyes widening at the rows and rows of laden clothes racks and shelving units full of props...

Moving swiftly they made their way to the end of the warehouse, Tosh indicating that the signal had shifted to the left hand side. Gwen covered Owen as he moved towards some old fashioned heavy diving suits. As he got within touching distance there was a flash of light and the complete row of suits toppled towards him, knocking him off his feet and pinning him to the floor under a pile of metal...

The lights swooped around the rest of the team’s heads, diving down amongst them only to soar up to the high vaulted ceiling where they danced before sinking back down to weave amongst them once again... They were beautiful and radiated a feeling of bliss and contentment before another sudden flash...and they were gone.

The four standing looked at each other, serene smiles on their faces...until an exasperated yell from Owen dragged them back into the here and now, “Agrh, somebody get this thing off me..!” as he struggled to move under the weight of all the diving suits.

Jack looked down at the red faced medic and laughed. “Hang in there, Owen, we’ll get you out...”

They began shifting the tangled mass of metal off the cursing doctor, “just what the fuck was that anyway?”

Jack glanced at Ianto, “you know don’t you..?” seeing the Welshman’s tiny smile.

“They’re salus flies – a bit like our fireflies, apart from the fact that salus flies spread feelings of well being and contentment along with their light... I read about them in the archives, they seem to like our atmosphere...maybe they like to be near humans..?”

Owen grunted as he was finally free of the diving suits and Jack hauled him to his feet “then what the hell were they doing in a fucking abandoned warehouse..!” Owen was clearly unimpressed...

“...maybe we should get them back here...someone could use a bit of contentment and well-being right now!” Gwen muttered under her breath as the others chuckled, wiping the smiles off their faces with difficulty as Owen glowered at them.

He stalked over to the nearest rail of clothes, “what is this place?”

“Wardrobe and Prop Store 3B...” Ianto supplied helpfully

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I know everything!” Ianto deadpanned back, “and it says so on the inventory on the wall!”

Owen rifled through the rail, pulling out a men’s complete ensemble from the 1890s era. He held it up, “I always wanted to be a gentleman...” He swung round to face Jack, the question unasked but...

Jack grinned, “I don’t think it would hurt anyone if we made sure the costumes were unharmed after their alien visitors...” he grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him in the direction of the military uniforms as Gwen and Tosh headed for a rail of long gowns wrapped carefully in crisp sheets of tissue paper underneath the protective plastic covers.

Tosh pulled out a slim fitting elegant gown in a flowing silvery material, “I’m trying this one...” She grinned at Gwen who’d picked out a deep red low backed frock of raw silk, nipped in tightly at the waist. “Shall we..?” The girls moved behind another row of tightly packed rails as a makeshift changing room, giggling happily.

In the far corner, hidden amongst a vast array of uniforms, Jack had an armful of happy Welshman as he kissed him tenderly, hands caressing each other’s faces softly as their tongues slow danced against a backdrop of mounting desire... They broke apart gently, lips almost touching, as they shared warm breath and enjoyed the closeness of their bodies, relishing the stolen moment...

Jack threaded his fingers through Ianto’s hair as the younger man leant against him contentedly. They both smiled as delighted shrieks floated down from the other end of the building – Owen, Tosh and Gwen were admiring each other’s choices of costume. They sighed simultaneously at Gwen’s shout...

“We’ll be out in a minute...we’re still deciding...” Jack called back, ignoring the giggling that followed Owen’s muttered comment, the only word of which they could make out was ‘shagging’ so it was fairly obvious what was being suggested...

Ianto wriggled reluctantly out of Jack’s arms, shaking his head at the pout that appeared on his Captain’s face and ignoring the very prominent bulge in his trousers. “We’re not doing that in here, Jack so you can put those ‘puppy dog eyes’ away! Now, we need to find something to wear...”

Jack mumbled under his breath and drove his hands into his pockets, Ianto barely making out the disgruntled “spoilsport...you choose then...”

He grinned to himself as he spied the perfect outfits for them on the next rail. Gathering them up, he tugged Jack back into the mass of costumes and began removing his clothes, batting Jack’s groping hand away with a sly smile “...you play nicely now and we might have to borrow these for a little light role play when we get home...” he breathed against Jack’s ear.

The result was instantaneous! The pout was gone and his Captain was smartly attired in a full RAF Group Captain’s uniform within seconds and Ianto had to admit that the effect was stunning, confirmed by the sudden southwards rush of his entire blood supply! “Now turn away while I get dressed – I don’t want you to see me until I’m completely ready...” He leant forward, his lips, pink and swollen from their kisses, brushing the older man’s ear as he purred throatily “...it’ll be worth it, I promise...”

Jack turned away obediently, grinning happily...this certainly made a nice change to the usual alien encounters, plus the enticement of some fun when the others had gone home... He adjusted his trousers carefully and forced his thoughts away from the tantalising knowledge that there was a nearly naked Welshman behind him....

Ianto smoothed down his shirt for the final time, satisfied that he was as pristine as possible. “Okay Jack, you can turn round now...”

Jack spun round and his mouth fell open. Ianto smirked at the very obvious bodily response and pushed his chest out, thrusting his medals forward.

Jack let out a low growl of want and reached forward, “c’m here gorgeous, I’m going to snog you senseless...” his eyes darkening with lust...

Ianto suppressed a grin and stepped back out of reach “I think that should be ‘I’m going to snog you senseless Sir!” He tapped his epaulettes as Jack looked puzzled, “Air Marshall, Captain...count the stripes!” as he grabbed at Jack’s shirt and hauled him forward, “now Captain, snog me senseless!”

Jack’s grin lit up the building “yes, Sir!” as he pressed their mouths together, lips soft and responsive under his own, gentle moans lost into the kiss... As the Air Marshall melted against his Captain, Ianto reflected for the briefest of moments that rank definitely had its privileges before his Captain tightened his arms around him and proceeded to kiss him into oblivion...

End

 

Owen’s diving suit http://www.phnx-international.com/atmospheric%20diving.htm

 


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

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

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

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

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 2    

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

“We took the boat out...”

 

“Ah...draughty I’d imagine?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

You can look now Jack...

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

End

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

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

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

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

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dinner was very late that evening...

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

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

You going to help me make the coffee?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

Jack...please...

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

    


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: I won’t send roses...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Summary:   Set mid s2, Alien flowers, an infatuation and enough blackmail photos to last a lifetime! Words 2350

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - anything you recognise belongs to RTD and the BBC, this is purely for fun.
X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the redisourcolour challenge #10  - Theme: Flowers; wipe, route, clear ‘Thank you so much’

A/N1 Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] jedi_harkness  because the last one I wrote her made her cry so I owe her a smile!

I won’t send roses...

Jack..!” Tosh frowned as she listened to the emergency call in her ear, before turning to look up at her boss who was leaning on the railings outside his office, his eyes fixed on the perfectly attired, blue pinstriped-clad backside of his beloved Welshman as he handed out the mugs of coffee on the main floor of the hub.

“Huh? Tosh..?” Jack blinked and refocused, turning his gaze towards the pretty tech genius.

Tosh indicated her comm. unit “...really odd call from the electricity board to the police...it sounds like they had a suspect house stealing power so they asked for police presence, turns out it was draining power from next door so the police thought it might me a cannabis farm and now everyone’s declaring their undying love... The dispatch caller is a bit confused and I must admit, I am too...now PC 726 is singing...uh, ‘everything I do, I do it all for you..!” She pulled her comm. unit out her ear and dropped it onto her desk “I can’t listen to that – the man’s completely tone deaf! It sounds like a case for Torchwood!”

Jack grinned and slid down the handrail, landing with a thud at Ianto’s feet as the Welshman approached the stairs. He cupped his hands around the young man’s face and planted a wet and noisy kiss on his lips before grabbing his mug off the tray and bouncing over to Tosh’s workstation.

Ianto blushed and grinned happily at the same time, Jack’s unexpected displays of affection always secretly thrilled him, yet never failed to turn his face pink...

“Put the bloody tea boy down, Harkness!” Owen leant on the wall at the top of the steps from autopsy, sipping his coffee. It was a slow day alien-wise and the medic was putting off the inevitable – namely tackling his mountainous backlog of reports that covered his desk in haphazard piles... In the meantime it was much more fun to tease Ianto!

Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack blew him a kiss and smiled sweetly at the acerbic medic, “haven’t you got reports to do..lots and lots of reports..?” the comment enough to wipe the smirk off his face instantly.

Owen scowled and detached himself from the wall as he glanced at Jack, waiting for the ‘well get on with them then’ command which signalled the end of his tease-the-tea-boy interlude... His expression changed to one of relief as Jack read the transcript of the emergency call and handed out assignments, “Owen, as our resident alien flora expert, you’re with me...Ianto, you and Tosh see what you can find out about the history of this house...the usual...oh, and contact Gwen – when she’s done retconning the library staff, get her to find out what’s happening with that police constable with the bad taste in music...” he paused and scanned the screen, “...PC 726...” he grinned, “ok, kids, let’s go!”

He strode over to the roller door where Ianto was now waiting with his coat and the keys to the SUV. Sliding into the heavy wool he leant back into the touch as Ianto smoothed it over his shoulders, the action intimate and familiar. He turned and pressed a light kiss on the end of his Welshman’s button nose before sweeping through the door, his coat billowing impressively behind him.

Tosh giggled as Owen stopped in front of Ianto and playfully pursed up his lips “don’t I get a kiss goodbye?”

The eyes rolled “...in your dreams Owen!”

O-w-e-n..!” floated back down the corridor and the medic grinned before hurrying after his Captain.

Tosh and Ianto chuckled as the roller door closed; an exuberant Jack always had an enlivening effect on the team so it was good to have something other than paperwork to work on as Jack positively chafed with nothing but reports to do...

“Okay, you see what you can find out about that house and I’ll check in with Gwen...” Ianto moved across to Gwen’s workstation and opened the archived files on alien flora as he called Gwen’s mobile.

“Hi, you done with the li...yeah, can you get over to the cop shop and check up on a PC 726, sorry, don’t have a name...bad case of singing the blues...Jack and Owen have gone to check out a house with suspect flowers...I know, just in time for Valentine’s...” He paused as Tosh waved at him, “Right, gotta go...yeah, they’re on comms...I’ll let you know if we find anything...”

Snapping his mobile closed he moved to stand behind Tosh as she pointed at her screen. The owner of the house, one Toby Miles, 24, six counts of petty theft and handling stolen goods, had a rather unusual advert on-line...he was apparently guaranteeing – or your money back! – that one sniff of his love potion Paper Whites would bring undying love from the object of your desire... Why send a dozen red roses when you can give one Paper White... emblazoned across the screen...

Tosh pointed to the price and their mouths fell open, “thirty quid for one flower?” Ianto was incredulous, watching as Tosh called up the species specifics...

‘Paper Whites (Narcissus tazetta) are one of the smaller flowered Narcissi which belong to the Jonquilla cultivar. Their bright white flowers are quietly fragrant...’ they read together.

Ianto touched his comm. unit. “Jack..?”

“Hang on a minute...Owen...enough! we’ve got work to do, quit fooling about..! Okay, Ianto?”

“We’ve identified the owner, a Toby Miles, and he’s got an interesting ad on the net that claims one sniff of his magic flowers will map a direct route to the heart of your chosen Valentine...”

There was a scuffling sound at the other end, followed by some heavy breathing and a muttered curse...

“Jack...?”

“It would seem that his claim is correct and not just your chosen Valentine! I’d say it works on the first person you see after you’ve inhaled its scent...Owen has, shall we say, shown some unusual interest in me since he examined these bloody flowers...”

Ianto felt the sudden grumblings of jealousy at the thought of his Captain and their medic, even though he knew that the idea was ridiculous... He bit his lip...hard...

“Ianto?” Jack’s voice held a mix of impatience and anxiety, “...you know there’s nothi...”

“We’ve got the ad on the screen...” Ianto cut across Jack, “can you send us a picture of the actual plant so we can check it against the alien database...we might find a way to counteract the effects...”

“Yes please..!” Jack groaned as Owen whined plaintively in the background, “please...Jack, I just want to hold your coat...”

“Photo, Jack, now...and you can tell him that’s my job!” He looked at Tosh as she nodded; the picture was up on screen... Together they compared the photo with the file they’d downloaded on Paper Whites and there were clear similarities but the loft full of white flowers were most definitely of alien origin...

Ianto stepped across to Gwen’s workstation and began a search through the alien flora database. Moments later the screen flashed – it had found a match... “Jack...we’ve found a match on the database and they’re Amaryllidaceae...bad news is their scent is a powerful aphrodisiac but it doesn’t say how to counteract the effects... I’m going to have a look in the archives in case there’s something down there – I’m sure I read something about mind control flora, but no name...”

“Okay, let me know as soon as you find anything... Tosh, any luck tracing this Toby Miles yet? We need to know where these things came from...”

“Nothing yet Jack...I’ll let you know...”

“Do that...have you heard from Gwen yet?”

“Jack...Tosh?”

“Gwen – perfect timing...what’ve you got for us?”

“I’ve found Toby Miles – here in the cells, he’s been arrested for stalking his Post-woman...and PC 726 has been sedated by the police doctor. Apparently he was trying to serenade one of the blokes from the Electricity board... Do you want me to bring Toby and the PC back to the hub?”

“Yeah, shove them in a cell till we get back and then could you work with Tosh to find the Post-woman and the Electric guy – we might need them if we ever find out how to break the effects...”

“Okay, I’m on it...” Gwen clicked her comms off.

“Tosh...I’m going to seal this place off and come back to the hub with my new biggest fan...could you sort out a hyper sedative to have ready when we get back...just in case I need to stop Owen from hurting himself – we don’t know how powerful this effect is yet...”

“No problem...we’ll be ready...”

Gwen had been back five minutes when Jack and Owen arrived. Owen trailed in after Jack like a lovesick puppy with a look of total adoration on his face. The girls giggled when Jack stopped to look at the screens with Toby’s advert and the alien database entry and Owen sidled in close enough to stroke his fingers through Jack’s hair, making the Captain jump. He glared round as Owen whispered reverently to no-one in particular, “...soft hair...lovely hair...”

Owen turned to Gwen, “I love his hair...soft lovely hair...I love my Captain...” he sighed wistfully and moved in closer.

Stifling their giggles, the girls watched as Jack slid an arm around Owen’s shoulders and the medic visibly swooned, resting his head on the older man’s chest. “It keeps him quiet!” he said briefly, “now any luck with our two other potential Valentines?”

Tosh nodded, I’ve got the addresses for both and Gwen’s just off to bring them in.

“Good, do whatever it takes. Hopefully we’ll have a cure by the time you get back...that’ll be good won’t it Owen?” he squeezed the medic’s shoulders as Owen smiled dreamily and snuggled in closer.

The roller door closed behind Gwen as Ianto reappeared from the archives, a dusty file in his hand. “Found it!” his eyebrows arched into his hair as he took in the sight of his Captain with an armful of adoring medic. Jack met his gaze apologetically and shook his head minutely as the Welshman moved to take his coat, earning himself a murderous glare from the besotted doctor.

“Is there a cure in there?”

“Yep...but...”

“I don’t care what it is! Just spit it out – I can’t take much more of this! Remind me never to complain about his moods and sarcasm ever again..!”

Ianto grinned. “This is one of the original Torchwood House files. It describes a white flower that was believed to have demonic powers...”

Jack sighed heavily, “the cure first...history lesson after...” he looked wearily into Ianto’s clear blue eyes, “...please...”

“You have to kiss him...”

What?!

“The infatuation is broken by a kiss...just like a fairy princess asleep in a tower...” Ianto broke off as Tosh giggled.

“You sure about this?”

“Yep! Sixteen cases documented, all cured, although the infected were then imprisoned for witchcraft so not the best outcome I guess... Oh, and extreme cold prevents release of the offending pollen...”

Jack caught Tosh’s eye and glanced up at the hidden CCTV cameras. The tech genius grinned and nodded as Jack tugged Owen into the open space between the work stations before sliding a hand behind his head and pressing their mouths together. Owen gasped and tangled his hands into Jack’s hair as he kissed back enthusiastically while Ianto looked on reluctantly, conflicting emotions battling it out in his head.

As they watched, Owen suddenly froze and the hands threading through Jack’s hair stilled, pulling his head back to break the kiss. “...what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Saving you from the effects of an alien flower...cure comes kiss-wrapped – and apparently, it works!”

“Well thank you so much!” Owen snarked, obviously by way of thanks, dragging himself out of Jack’s embrace and wiping his mouth with his hand. He glanced over towards Ianto, “I could murder a coffee!”

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed towards the kitchen. They could all do with one, he thought as he pondered his reaction to the recent events. By the time the coffee was ready, Jack had debriefed a now rather embarrassed Owen who’d been given the job of ensuring that their other victims also received the appropriate cure from the imminent arrivals – Gwen was on her way in with the two rather bemused unwitting Valentines.

As Owen took them down to the cells to dispense first their cure and then a nice cup of retcon-laced tea, Gwen and Tosh printed out dozens of stills from the CCTV footage of Jack and Owen’s kiss and decorated every surface in autopsy with them, Jack and Ianto watching fondly from above.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Ianto murmured as he leant contentedly against his Captain.

“Your brief spell as a magic tea dragon?”

“Yeah, and Owen’s wild decorating of the kitchen with flags and stuffed toy dragons...” The Welshman grinned, “...this feels like a bit of divine retribution...but there’s no way I’m singing to him!”

Jack chuckled and leant in for a kiss, relishing the feel of those soft and sensual lips as they moved sweetly against his own and they lost themselves in the moment. Breaking apart after long enjoyable minutes, panting softly, Ianto brushed his lips against Jack’s ear, “Jack...about Valentine’s Day...”

Shuddering with mounting desire, Jack stroked his thumb tenderly down the side of Ianto’s face. “Don’t worry” he whispered, leaning in to capture his lips once more, “I won’t send roses...” as their kiss deepened and the stresses of the day faded into oblivion.

End

 Paper Whites http://www.theflowerexpert.com/content/growingflowers/growingflowers/paper-whites

  


zazajb: (ianto red tie)

Title: All in a day’s work...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Owen teaches Gwen about alien autopsy, Ianto gets mucky and Jack gets him clean!  Words 1230

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: the Lesson; pineapple, thermometer, studio ‘If I’d wanted to do that I’d have found someone to show me!’ Guess what – [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor challenges are back check it out peeps...

A/N 1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted  H*A*P*P*Y   B*I*R*T*H*D*A*Y to a very special lady *hugs tight*

All in a day’s work...

Jack and Tosh leant on the railings looking down into autopsy where Owen was teaching Gwen, both dressed strangely in thick jumpers and bobble hats, about the fine art of alien dissection, working on the alien Jack and Ianto had brought in during the night.

“Where’d you find it?” Owen shouted up, frowning as he made the first incision into the mottled purple scaly skin and Gwen screwed her face up at the disgusting aroma that filled the air.

“Studio flat in Barry, landlord called it into the police when he went to collect the ‘rent.’ Seems this little baby is capable of shape shifting as Mr Swendall had been paid in sexual favours for several months by a buxom redhead – he was somewhat upset when we told him that he’d been shagging an alien!”

“Upset is a bit of an understatement!” Ianto joined the two at the railings, a tray of steaming coffee mugs and millionaire shortbread in his hands. “Did you tell them his right hook knocked you off your feet?”

“I wasn’t going to mention that bit..!”Jack shrugged as Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes twinkled playfully at him and the others giggled, adding ruefully “so, he caught me off balance...”

He grinned at the younger man as he took his mug off the tray and bit hugely into a piece of shortbread, scattering a myriad of crumbs everywhere. Ianto looked expressively at him as he chewed loudly, making appreciative noises. “Mmmnnn ‘s nice...”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto offered the tray to Tosh who took her Princess mug, a slice of shortbread and a plate, nudging Jack who took that to mean he should have another slice...still without a plate! Ianto gave up at that point and headed down the stairs to autopsy , blanking his mind to the sea of crumbs he knew would be falling to the floor above him...all in a day’s work... He shivered as he reached the bottom of the steps, “why’s it so cold down here?” he asked, glancing at the thermometer on the wall to see it reading a chilly thirty two degrees farenheit.

“I think this is a Feli’th...anything above freezing and they have a habit of exploding...I’ve never seen it but...”

“Right...I’ll go and check in the archives...I’m sure I’ve seen something in one of the old files...” he unloaded his tray quickly, plonking Owen’s Gremlins mug and Gwen’s Funky pineapple mug on the dresser, plus a plate with two slabs of the chocolate covered, soft toffee shortbread that Gwen loved so much and beat a hasty retreat from the icy air.

At the top of the stairs he thrust the tray at Jack, grabbed his mug and headed towards the archives. Jack grinned and reached for a third slice...

Down in autopsy, Gwen took the arrival of the coffee as an opportunity to back away from the stench and inhaled the nutty aroma from her mug gratefully, snatching a few sneaky bites from her sweet snack while Owen’s attention was fixed on the grisly innards of the Feli’th...

“Oi, get back over here! You don’t get coffee ‘till I do!” Owen was cold and grumpy and didn’t care who knew it.

Gwen shrugged and pulled on a new pair of gloves, put her mask back in place and moved back to Owen’s side. Picking up her scalpel she leant over and prodded the bulbous fluid sac that Owen was pointing at. There was a whoosh of air and the body shuddered on the table as the sac exploded and showered them and every immediate surface in vile smelling slime and bodily fluids...

“Fuck Gwen, if I’d wanted to do that I’d have found someone to show me...you were supposed to observe not stick your sodding scalpel in it!“ He glared up at Jack and Tosh who chuckled and moved away, ignoring his howls of protest as he stood and dripped on the floor.

Gwen shoved her way past him and squelched up the stairs, muttering under her breath about stinking aliens and snarky medics as she headed for the showers, leaving a trail of black slime footprints behind her. Owen swore profusely and followed her, adding a second set of footprints to the floor.

Ten minutes later, Ianto reappeared clutching a dusty old file triumphantly in his hand, the smile dying on his lips as he surveyed the floor and then the state of autopsy. He swung round to look enquiringly at Tosh.

“Gwen burst a fluid sac with her scalpel...they’ve gone for a shower...” she smiled gently, “guess they’ve left the clearing up...you want a hand?”

Ianto shook his head, “no point in us both getting covered...all in a day’s work...” he grimaced as he took a closer look before going to change into a boiler suit. By the time Owen and Gwen had returned, autopsy was gleaming again, their mugs had been removed, washed and refilled and they were able to resume their work, a muttered “Thanks tea boy” in passing from the acerbic medic the only acknowledgement of his efforts.

Ianto frowned as he clattered away with the mops and buckets, his boiler suit fit only for the incinerator... This called for decaf...he didn’t mind clearing up their accidental mess, but they could at least say a proper thank you...

He headed for the showers after glancing up at Jack’s office to see his Captain busy on the phone, sighing heavily as he resigned himself to showering alone... This was turning out to be a trying day to say the least!

 Jack watched as Ianto walked slowly away and said a hurried goodbye to Martha, running down the steps to burst into the shower room, straight into the naked arms of his Welshman who wrapped him into a tight embrace and crushed their lips together, driving his tongue into the older man’s mouth as they arched their bodies together... It was hot and hard, passion bruising lips as teeth clashed and desire swept through them, leaving them gasping as they broke for air briefly before sinking straight back into more fiery wet kisses...moaning against each other’s mouth as they ground their hips together...

Ianto stripped Jack swiftly and tugged him into the shower stall, kiss following mind-blowing kiss as they melted against each other under the steaming spray... As Jack’s mouth worked its way tantalisingly down his body, Ianto reflected that it wasn’t such a bad day after all...crumbs, slime and amazing blowjobs...all in a day’s work at Torchwood – and he wouldn’t have it any other way!

End

 


zazajb: (you)

Title: There’s a reason...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid s2
Summary: a school trip, a painting and a pleasant surprise... Words 2100

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

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

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

A/N [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46 and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: romance; wish, stage, canvas ‘Wait, it’ll only take a minute or two!’

Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] too_beauty [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234 [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl [livejournal.com profile] jedi_harkness and [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted  the lovely mystery gifts. Love you all so this is for you...

There’s a reason...



Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as his Captain did that thing with his tongue that made his toes curl and sent his entire blood supply charging southward. Tangling his hands in the older man’s still damp hair, he pressed closer, passions rising as they writhed in Jack’s tiny bunk.

Breaking apart, panting heavily, Ianto gazed into Jack’s lust-blown eyes, reading desire, need and love in equal measure... Wrapping his legs around his Captain’s he rolled them over so he finished on top, grabbing Jack’s hands to bring them over his head before pinning them to the bed. Jack arched up against him, lips parted as he let out tiny gasps of anticipation...

Ianto leant on Jack’s hands, breathing into his ear “hands stay where they are...no touching...okay?” He nibbled on Jack’s earlobe as his Captain nodded eagerly, the game well practiced and guaranteed to bring exquisite release as each attempted to out-last the other... Ianto scraped his teeth lightly down the side of Jack’s neck, sucking the skin hard to leave a trail of tiny bruises, drawing a hiss of combined pain and pleasure from the older man.

Grinning, the Welshman shuffled backwards, the drag of hot skin on hot skin sending shudders of desire through his Captain and a breathless ” I-a-n-t-o...” floated from between pink kiss-swollen lips. Jack’s hands clenched involuntarily as a warm tongue swirled lazily around his left nipple and teeth nipped gently, teasing the hardened nub of flesh. The moist trail meandered across his chest to impart similar treatment to his other nipple as Ianto’s hand danced downwards, just his fingertips making the lightest of contact with Jack’s skin...

Jack mewled and writhed, arching desperately towards the touch, lost in the tantalising sensations of every brush of the young man’s mouth and fingers... Pulling back, Ianto gazed at his Captain, debauched and completely undone...he loved seeing him like this, knowing that at moments like this he was simply Jack, not a leader or a hero...centuries of saving-the-world responsibilities temporarily lifted as he was pleasured into orbit...

The needy whimper died on Jack’s lips as Ianto’s mouth re-established contact with his skin, trailing lower as his fingers now tiptoed backwards, ghosting the entrance to Jack’s body... Jack’s breath hitched in his throat as Ianto’s hot breath teased his sensitive flesh before his mouth closed over him and he let out a strangled moan, waves of pleasure building inexorably from his toes upwards, gathering pace as he moved ever closer to the bliss of release...

Flicking his tongue just so, Ianto hummed, knowing his Captain was close, the gasps and moans now interspersed with mumbled words from a variety of languages...

The rift alert blared out, startling them from their exclusive paradise and they froze momentarily. Ianto sat up, the wails of protest from his Captain both fervent and explicit...

Their eyes met, frustration sharing centre stage with rueful acceptance of duty, as they slid off the bed and reached for their clothes, scrabbling at the tangle of garments hastily discarded before their shower earlier... Jack was first up the ladder, tapping into the system at Tosh’s workstation... He frowned at the screen as Ianto joined him, resting his chin on the older man’s shoulder as he stood behind him.

“The Welsh Gallery?”

“That’s what is says...” Jack tapped a few keys, “yeah, looks like it’s several signals...in the Expressionist Hall...” he sighed heavily, “I wish it’d waited...just...”

Ianto’s arms tightened around his waist and he turned in the embrace to kiss his Welshman softly before they grabbed their coats and headed for the SUV.

Arriving at the Welsh Gallery, Jack used alien tech to open the door noiselessly and they slipped into the dimly lit entrance hall. The night security guard was slumped at his station, his quiet snuffling snores reassuring their initial fear that he was dead. Ianto checked the hand held scanner and indicated the corridor on the left. They moved quietly along the passageway, stifling a gasp as they entered the Expressionist Hall to find a dozen silent, two feet high aliens accompanied by two slightly larger versions as the whole group gazed at the famous canvas in front of them.

Jack cleared his throat loudly and they swung round towards the sound, every face a mirror image of the The Scream they stood before. Jack dropped a reassuring hand on Ianto’s arm. “They’re Munchnarvians and not dangerous...and this looks like a pilgrimage...” he moved towards the group. “Captain Jack Harkness at your service...”

The tallest Munchnarvian met him and held out a three-fingered hand to shake Jack’s own extended hand. Ianto snuck his phone out of his pocket and took a couple of pictures of their visitors in front of the famous painting before joining Jack who was conversing animatedly in what Ianto assumed was the alien’s own language. As the Welshman joined him, Jack turned and explained rapidly, “...as I thought, it’s a pilgrimage to show these children their most famous ancestor’s last resting place... They’ll be gone shortly once they’ve done their Resting Ritual...the guard’s out for another hour according to Baisooe here...just a sedative... I’ve said we’ll go for a wander while they finish...” He nodded at the alien, grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him away down the corridor until they came to what was some kind of storage area. He pushed the Welshman up against the wall and kissed him soundly, hands raking over his body as he ground their hips together.

Ianto wriggled out of Jack’s arms, “not here Jack...not like this...with Munchnarvians, and children, just down there...”

Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pressed it against the hot swelling in his trousers “...we were interrupted earlier...” his voice heavy with want...

No, Jack...not here...” he turned to walk back down the corridor, frowning as Jack grabbed him and tugged him back.

“Wait, Ianto...it’ll only take a minute or two...I need you...

Ianto snatched his hand away, “this isn’t the back room at Babylon and I’m not doing it here..!” He turned and stalked away, “sometimes it’s about more than what you want, Jack...I’ll be in the Impressionist Hall when we’re ready to go...” he threw over his shoulder, leaving Jack open mouthed and wondering where he’d gone wrong...

Fifteen minutes later, the Munchnarvian teacher, Baisooe, found him still leant against the wall, hands driven deeply into his packets as he surveyed his shoes moodily. He straightened and followed the alien, walking through the Impressionist Hall to where Ianto was gazing at the different works of art there.

“I’m sorry...” he said quietly, sliding his hand into the Welshman’s, “I wasn’t thinking...”

Ianto glanced at him, reading genuine regret in those blue grey depths. He smiled minutely and squeezed their joined hands, following Baisooe back as he rejoined his class. They shook hands and the Munchnarvians shimmered briefly and were gone. They stood looking at the painting for several minutes, grinned at each other, before heading back to the hub where they curled up in each other’s arms and fell asleep.

The next two days were full of weevils, rift alerts, space junk and two dozen trays of sentient bedding plants at B & Q that caused havoc and ended with a mammoth retcon session in the cafe... Ianto had been on his feet for forty hours straight and was exhausted, his face pale and dark shadows under his eyes. Taking the steaming mug of coffee from him, Jack led him firmly by the hand to the ladder and settled him in the tiny bunk after removing his shoes, tie and jacket, ignoring the Welshman’s feeble protests as he lay down, his eyes closing the moment his head hit the pillow. Pressing a soft kiss to the young man’s cheek, Jack returned to his office, piled his files up neatly before grabbing his coat and heading down to the main hub. After a quiet word with Tosh, he left, the roller door blaring closed behind him.

When Ianto woke two hours later he was surprised to find himself dressed and alone in Jack’s tiny bed. He struggled to his feet and climbed back up into Jack’s office, further surprised to find it not only clean and tidy, but apparently deserted as well. He ventured out to gaze down onto the main hub – Tosh was working at her computer, there was no sign of Gwen or Owen.

“Tosh? Where is everyone?”

Smiling, Tosh looked up at him. “Hey, you feeling any better now? Gwen’s gone home...some romantic thing she’s going to with Rhys...y’know – Valentine’s Day... Owen’s gone to get Chinese and Jack’s been summoned to the Welsh Assembly for some emergency protocol conference...he said as soon as you’re awake can you go to your flat, collect the folder he left on the table and meet him at the Assembly building...” She shrugged gently, “he said sorry, but it looks like it’s going to be an all night-er...”

Grimacing, Ianto nodded and slid back down the ladder to retrieve his shoes, tie and jacket, bidding Tosh a quiet farewell as he headed down for his car. He didn’t hear Tosh get out her mobile and make a brief call...

It was raining and he cursed at the traffic, rush hour in Cardiff was a nightmare, he concluded, finally pulling up outside his flat. He jumped out and ran up the stairs, bursting through his front door to discover the delicious aroma of Tandori spices that made his stomach rumble, and Jack...in an apron...the sight brought him to an abrupt standstill, his mouth open, eyes wide...

“Ianto?” Jack’s voice resonated uncertainty shit, this is too much...too domestic...

“I...er...what’s this for?”

“For you...” he tugged the Welshman towards him by his lapels and kissed him softly. “You were right...and sometimes I just need reminding... There’s a reason the hub works so well, why we’re all fed and watered, why we’re not knee-deep in alien carcasses, why those people who’ve seen the most awful things can sleep soundly without fear of nightmares...why I’m the happiest I’ve been in so long...and it’s all down to you Ianto...you’re the reason...

He met Ianto’s eyes anxiously, relief spreading through him at the love blazing from those clear blue depths and the tiny smile that curved the corners of those soft and sensual lips...lips that begged to be kissed as he crushed their mouths together for a deep and tender kiss that left them tingling when they came up for air.

“Now, you, Mr Jones, have an appointment with a bath and I need to finish the dinner...” He propelled Ianto gently towards the bathroom, the young man gaping as they passed the table laid with proper linen, crystal glasses, a single red rose across one place setting...only to gasp aloud as he was steered into the steam-filled room. Scented candles flickered enticingly around the room and a fragrant bath of bubbles was ready, soft fluffy towels were set out on the heated rail and Ianto’s favourite relaxing classics played softly from Jack’s ipod...

Turning to face his Captain, he kissed him tenderly, hands threading through his hair as their tongues explored each other’s mouths carefully, every brush and flick laden with emotion... Ianto moaned softly as his senses soared and he melted into the embrace. Breathing heavily, they rested their foreheads together as they recharged their lungs.

“Jack..?”

“Yeah...”

“The dinner...can it...wait..?” He met Jack’s gaze...hopefully.

“It’s on timer...” Jack smiled, his just-for-Ianto-when-we’re alone-smile, as the young man reached for the tie on the back of the apron before capturing his lips once more...

Much later as he lay curled around the sated sleeping warmth of his gorgeous Welshman Jack sighed happily, content in the knowledge that he belonged here, in this time...in this bed...and Ianto...Ianto was the reason...after centuries of wondering, Captain Jack Harkness finally knew he was home.

End

     


zazajb: (kiss queen)

Title: Truth...or Dare?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set just after start TW S2
Summary: sequel to He who dares...wins. Fun, fluff and frolics for the team... Words 4800

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

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

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

A/N requested sequel to He who dares...wins. This is for [livejournal.com profile] toshiani007  for her help with Gwen’s tattoos – thanks hun xxx

Truth...or Dare?

Two weeks after Rhys’ dinner Gwen bounced into the hub clutching a sheaf of potential tattoo designs to show Tosh. Her appointment was that afternoon and she’d whittled it down to a choice of six...

“Thanks Ianto...” as Gwen took her orange daisies mug and Tosh put her pink Princess mug down by the side of her computer before taking the plate with warmed petit pain au chocolat from the smiling Welshman. He peered over Gwen’s shoulder, catching Tosh’s amused gaze at the twin heart and flames design on the top – he wondered if Gwen realised it symbolised jealousy and he chuckled to himself as he headed towards Jack’s office with the remaining two mugs and another plate of warm pastries.  

Jack looked up from his paperwork as Ianto approached, his face breaking into that just-for-my-Welshman smile and he shoved the files aside to make room for the tray. He tugged the young man into his lap and kissed him, a deep lingering kiss that left Ianto’s head spinning and his knees weak.

 “What’re the girls giggling about?” Jack asked when they parted, panting softly.

Ianto grinned. “Gwen’s bought her final six tattoo designs in for Tosh to help her decide...her and Rhys are having them done this afternoon...” He brushed his lips against his Captain’s before reaching past him to grab their mugs and then settled himself more comfortably, leaning back against Jack’s chest to enjoy the full force of the aromatic coffee mingled with the intoxicating scent of everything that was Jack... He closed his eyes and let his senses fly, the familiar routine drawing a fond smile from the older man who waited until the Welshman’s eyes had opened again before continuing.

“So what’s she chosen?”

“I only saw the top one – entwined hearts with flames leaping from them...nice design but...”

“Yea..!” Jack chuckled, “...did you tell her that it’s the symbol for jealousy?”

“No, I’m leaving that to Tosh...just as well Owen’s not in yet, he’d have a field day! When’s he due back?”

“Midday, roughly, Martha said they’d have a quick debrief after breakfast and be out of there by ten o’clock...” Jack paused, frowning slightly, “...what’s Rhys having?”

“Welsh rugby emblem...”

“...right...”

“..on his shoulder... he’s had this planned for months..! Have you ever had a tattoo?”

Jack grinned, “a few...but they don’t stay...my body treats them as an injury and ‘heals’ them away...but I could get a big red heart with IJ 4 JH 4 EVER on it if you like..!” He laughed as Ianto rolled his eyes and slid off his lap. “...or I could have a big arrow pointing down from my navel with Property of Ianto Jones if you prefer..?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, the look in his eyes sending a shudder of desire through Ianto’s body as his blood supply headed southwards..

Glancing down at Tosh and Gwen who still had their heads bent over the designs, Ianto held out his hand, “...why don’t you show me just how that design would look...” gasping as Jack grabbed his hand and dragged him down the ladder to show him very precisely how and where and just what property of meant in terms of actions..! It was a frantic and mutually satisfying thirty minutes and they were belatedly immersed in the files on Jack’s desk when the girls knocked on the door and came in, grinning...

“Where’d you two get to..?” Gwen giggled and winked at Tosh.

“We’ve been here all morning...” Jack’s expression was the picture of innocence...

Tosh smiled knowingly, her gaze taking in the rumpled clothing, mussed hair, pink kiss swollen lips and Ianto’s slightly glazed eyes... Ianto met her gaze and blushed. “I’ll make some fresh coffee...” he murmured, reaching an elegant hand out toward the empty mugs. Jack intercepted his hand and held it, sliding his fingers through the younger man’s to link with his own. He squeezed gently, reassuringly...before turning his attention back to the ladies whose expressions were now ones of fondness...

“I’ve chosen my design...” Gwen was beaming excitedly as she held out the picture. It was a dainty design of butterflies and stars that wound around the ankle and the top of the foot...

“Good choice...that’s really you...” Ianto’s smile was warm and his comment sincere...Gwen and he didn’t always get on – in some ways they were like siblings vying for the adult attention [Ianto grimaced at the analogy of Jack in the role of the adult!] but he really meant it...

Jack nodded his agreement. “You can show them off at Tosh’s tonight...” he grinned at his team, “...ok, back to work! Ianto, fresh coffee and then that conference call with the PM; Tosh can you...” He was interrupted by the rift alert and they moved swiftly down to the main hub and Tosh’s work station, the pretty tech genius’ fingers flying over her keyboard.

“Penarth...on the beach...looks like a ship of some sort, unknown signature...fairly small...” she frowned at her screen, “...make that very small but there’s about twenty of them clustered together...”

Ianto was already moving towards Jack’s coat, the SUV keys in his hand. He held the coat open, smoothing the heavy wool over his Captain’s shoulders, the action intimate and familiar, before shrugging into his own coat and tossing the keys at Jack. Gwen grabbed her leather jacket off her chair as they headed down to the SUV and put their comm. units in...

“Co-ordinates sent to the SatNav...no movement as yet...” Tosh’s voice sounded in their ears. Moments later they were headed out towards the signal, blue lights flashing, hanging on as Jack’s energetic driving threw them around the inside of the car. Ianto tracked the signal on his hand-held scanner while Gwen liaised with Andy at the police station in case there were any frantic calls from members of the public.

Pulling up on the patch of scrubland that led down to the beach, they scrambled out, automatically checking their weapons before Jack led the way towards the signal. They gazed around them as they moved slowly forward, nothing visible on the shoreline...

“Tosh...we can’t see anything...they must be cloaked so you’ll have to guide us in...” Jack motioned to the others to stay put and cover him. Moving forward carefully, Jack eventually reached the first of the ships, tapping a code into his wrist strap he vanished from sight – just a disturbed patch of air showing where he’d been seconds earlier...

Ianto and Gwen ran forward, preparing to follow as Jack’s voice sounded over their comm. units. “It’s ok, I’m fine and there’s no danger...Tosh, can you set the scanner frequencies to Bakkraan mode...”

Gwen let out a gasp and Ianto grinned as the cluster of ships shimmered into view...each was the size of a SMART car and the shape of an almond with smooth elegant lines and the sheen of a metal that was definitely not of this earth. Jack waved them over, Ianto raising an eyebrow as they got close enough to see he was sat on the floor with tiny figures, about eighteen inches high, in silver spacesuits swarming all over him...

“Very Gulliver’s Travels!” he quipped, grinning.

“Meet the Tanamariaans...this is an entire colony here on their way to populate a new world – oh, don’t worry, not ours! They’re totally peaceful, just took a wrong turn at the edge of our solar system and the rift dragged them in...’ he broke off as the figure stood on his shoulder leant toward his ear. Whatever was said caused the Captain to burst into delighted laughter, and he clambered slowly to his feet, the tiny figures scattering as he moved towards the Welshman.

“They have a very advanced sense of smell” he said to the complete confusion of the two watching as the figure now sat on Jack’s epaulettes leant towards Ianto with obvious delight, “and they want to know why you smell so good..!” He pressed a light kiss on the end of Ianto’s nose. “I’ll tell you in a minute, just let me get the scene under control first...here, take the Captain and sit him on your shoulder...tell him all about coffee – he’ll like that..!” With that remarkable statement Jack carefully picked up the silver-clad figure and sat him on the young man’s shoulder, turning immediately towards Gwen to reel off a list of things that needed doing to secure the area and make sure that nothing could be seen from the distant houses, plus unloading some supplies from the SUV that they were going to donate to the Tanamariaans.

Next he discussed with Tosh the plan for the ships to leave Earth’s atmosphere without attracting any unwanted attention, conferring with several of the tiny aliens and relaying their needs onwards. Finally, leaving their chief engineer with his mobile phone on live chat mode talking to Tosh, he returned to Ianto who was now surrounded with not just silver suits, but white clad and tiny pale green ones as well – the females and the children – Jack explained with a grin.

“You wanna know why you smell so good to them?”

Ianto nodded, “...yea, and why aren’t they overcome by your 51st century pheromones...you always smell amazing...” he blushed as Jack raised his eyebrows at the emphatic tone.

“They find me a bit too much – it’s too strong for them, but they can’t get enough of you! Ginger and lime shampoo, coffee, soap, gentleness, loyalty and love...that’s what they’re getting from you...” He counted the things off on his fingers, smiling softly at the young man’s confused expression. “They smell emotions and characteristics as well...and I thought we could donate your tie when they leave...something to remember you by?” He cupped Ianto’s face and kissed him lightly, grinning when the aliens all swooned.

The Captain, still on Ianto’s shoulder, leant to speak in his ear. The Welshman chuckled and nodded, reaching for Jack’s lapels to haul him in for a sweet and tender kiss that grew in intensity as tongues sought each other and danced delightedly, first in one mouth, then the other... When they broke apart, breathing heavily, it looked like the entire population of Tanamariaans had now surrounded them, all swaying happily...

Jack stroked his thumb over Ianto’s cheek, “I think love is their favourite aroma, don’t you...I’m just happy we can give it to them...” he gazed into the young man’s eyes, losing himself in the emotion that radiated out of those crystal blue depths, his own blue grey pools mirroring the sentiment. He kissed him again, delighting in the feel of those soft and sensual lips that moved perfectly against his own...

They pulled apart when Tosh sounded in their ears and swung back into work mode, Ianto helping Gwen to bring the supplies from the SUV as Jack liaised with their Captain, Chief Engineer and Tosh...there was still a rift window just off the shoreline and they’d utilise that energy to mask the movement of the ships through the atmosphere...

The Tanamariaans returned to their ships until just their Captain remained. He saluted the team and was visibly moved when Ianto presented him with his rolled up tie, “...for luck...” Ianto moaned softly as Jack gave him a passionate kiss [for luck!] and the tiny alien Captain swooned happily before disappearing into his ship. Jack, Ianto and Gwen retreated a short way along the beach as the ships took to the air, the shimmering craft vanishing into the sky as Tosh guided them through the Earth’s atmosphere and safely out into space where they sent a final farewell before engaging hyper-drive to leave the solar system...

Twenty minutes later they were back in the hub, fresh coffee and doughnuts in hand, as they uploaded the pictures from their phones onto the alien database. Jack slid a copy of a picture that showed Ianto with the Tanamariaan Captain on his shoulder, surrounded with hundreds of silver, white and pale green suited tiny figures into his keepsake box...for future dark times he told himself...precious memories...

The roller door blared, announcing the return of Owen and the departure of Gwen. Wishing her luck, they waved and immersed themselves in paperwork, the promise of an early finish if all the reports were completed... Tosh finished first and left around four after planting a steamy kiss on Owen’s lips much to Jack’s amusement as he watched her tiptoe to grab her man across the very unromantic part-autopsied carcass of a Blowfish! Owen made the most of her attentions, before promising not to forget the wine for the next team dinner that night... Forty minutes later, Owen had also left - destination Tesco!

The two of them left alone, Ianto made fresh coffee and fed the residents before joining Jack up in his office, slumping on the sofa as his Captain flirted outrageously with Martha on the phone, thanking her for the various updates and codes... Finally off the phone, Jack stacked the rest of his files up neatly and flopped down on the sofa, reaching out to wrap his Welshman into his arms before kissing him long and slow, hands tugging shirt from trousers to slide underneath to touch the warm flesh below... Ianto sank into the embrace, a low moan escaping his lips as Jack’s body pressed hard against his own.

They came up for air, faces flushed, lips pink and heartbeats racing...Jack threaded his fingers lovingly through Ianto’s hair as he peppered his face with feather light kisses... “...bed..!”he growled, breath hot against the young man’s ear. Ianto shuddered as want rippled through him and he scrambled eagerly down the ladder to be kissed into oblivion before Jack made love to him, wild passion sending his senses soaring until they howled their release and collapsed panting and trembling in a tangle of limbs...

They kissed sweetly, tongues swirly lazily as they enjoyed the warm glow that radiated through them. Ianto cupped his Captain’s face softly, gazing into his eyes, basking in the intensity of emotion swirling in those blue grey depths... “...we need to get ready...shower...” he murmured, grazing his teeth lightly down the side of the older man’s neck, grinning as he shuddered and leant into the touch... Sliding out of the tiny bunk Ianto held his hand out, “c’mon...you can be in charge of the bubbles...” His eyebrow arched invitingly, chuckling as Jack leapt out of bed and propelled him into the bathroom.

Turning the shower on to warm, they sank into each others arms , soft touches and gentle kisses...touches and kisses that continued as Jack wrapped them in fragrant bubbles under the steaming spray and made sure that every inch of his Welshman was thoroughly and enjoyably clean...

After drying to the accompaniment of more soft kisses, they dressed in jeans and casual shirts – a deep red for Ianto that made Jack’s mouth water as he watched the young man tuck it into his snug fitting jeans that clung to the curve of his perfect backside... “Jack, you’re drooling!” Ianto teased, gyrating his hips suggestively, skipping out of reach as the other man reached for him... “You’re insatiable!”

“You’re irresistible!” Jack countered, leering as Ianto started up the ladder.

“We’re gonna be late..!” chuckling as he paused to shake his bum before climbing out into Jack’s office. He had his Captain’s coat held out ready as Jack joined him, smoothing it over his shoulders in their familiar routine. He turned Jack to face him and kissed him lightly, “I really love this coat...”

Jack wrapped his arms around the young man, folding him in closer as he deepened their kiss, his tongue plundering his Welshman’s mouth, finally releasing him when they ran out of air, “I love that you love my coat!” he panted, a matching grin spreading across Ianto’s face, knowing that the coat would be going to bed with them later...

“We need to go...got the flowers?”

“Orchid, Jack – it’s flowers at Gwen’s, orchid at Tosh’s and bourbon at Owen’s...”

“It’s still a flower though..!” Jack pouted and Ianto had to laugh before agreeing that it was indeed a flower!

They made their way to the SUV in good spirits and climbed in. Ianto was driving, Jack fiddled with the radio until he found something he wanted to listen to and the soulful sound of Ella Fitzgerald filled the car. Ianto glanced across as Jack mouthed the words silently, his expression thoughtful.

“What do they bring when it’s ‘Ianto’s’?” he asked

“Tosh bought coffee, Gwen and Rhys bought wine, Owen bought me a scale model of the James Bond DB5...” he smiled, “...yea, we went out a few times as well...” he paused, his voice dropping an octave, “...while you were away...just for a drink...he’s really good to talk to underneath all that snarky sarcasm...”

“Oh...” quiet, bordering on the brooding...

“He’s a good bloke and Tosh adores him...they’re so good together...” he squeezed Jack’s knee, not wanting to lose the buoyant mood of the evening so far, “...we’re here...” He turned the engine off and leant across to press a soft kiss to Jack’s mouth, sliding his hand behind the older man’s neck as Jack melted into the kiss, his hands moving to tangle in Ianto’s hair...

A banging on the window made them jump and they sprung apart, grinning as Rhys’ face peered in at them. Jack laughed, his melancholy forgotten, and dragged Ianto back for a brief but steamy snog that left him breathless, his eyes glazed and his knees wobbly... They climbed out of the car and followed Gwen and Rhys into the building. Tosh’s flat was on the second floor, a large airy apartment that she’d decorated simply and stylishly with obvious influences from her native culture. The picture Jack had given her, Hokusai’s ‘The Great Wave’ dominated the wall above the fireplace.

 

Owen took their coats and hung them in the hall cupboard before ushering them into the lounge and sorting out drinks. Tosh joined them briefly, accepting the orchid with a smile and a hug for each man, before disappearing back into the kitchen. The group chatted and laughed, relaxed and enjoying each other’s company, until Tosh called them into the dining room.

 

They sat around the elegant oval table and devoured smoked salmon starters, saffron chicken with green beans and wild rice and a deliciously light and creamy lemon fool with almond shortbread fingers for dessert. Full and content they leant back in their chairs, fond laughter ringing out as Rhys proudly displayed his new Welsh Rugby emblem tattoo, and Gwen slipped off her boot and rolled her jeans up to show hers off too. Ianto chuckled as they enthused about how little it had hurt and everyone should have one, thinking back to his ‘discussion’ with Jack...

 

Gwen delved into her handbag and brought out two velvet drawstring bags, one red and one blue. The team, with the exception of Jack who hadn’t seen them before, groaned loudly. Gwen held the red bag out to Tosh, “hostess first...” she grinned as Tosh pulled out a Mah-jong tile with a name written on it in silver ‘Jack’, “ooh, lucky Tosh, I wouldn’t mind that one!”

 

Gwen moved around the table, Owen pulled out Gwen, Jack got Owen, Ianto’s tile said Rhys, Rhys’ was Tosh, leaving Gwen with Ianto, the Welshwoman’s eyes sparkling as she ran through the possibilities in her head... “Right..!” she said firmly over the chatter, “Truth or Dare!” She offered the blue bag to Tosh, “let’s see who’s first...” giggling as the first tile out of the bag had her own name on. She swung round to face Owen.

 

“Truth or dare?” the grinning medic offered.

 

“Dare...”

 

Owen considered briefly, his head on one side as the others watched him, a giant smile splitting his face, “you have to strip to your underwear and go and ask that grumpy neighbour of ours for an umbrella...tell him you can’t find yours..!”

 

Gwen giggled and stood up, glancing at her husband’s face, which was caught somewhere between laughter and horror at the thought of his wife parading around in her bra and panties... Gwen reassured him with a light kiss, whispering a promise to repeat the strip for his eyes only when they got home... Tugging her t-shirt over her head and slipping out of her jeans Gwen stood in her black lace and satin matching set and twirled slowly before marching to the front door and moving to the door opposite. The others crowded into the hall, delighted laughter echoing as the grumpy old man slammed the door, leaving Gwen with not only an umbrella, but a raincoat as well! Dancing triumphantly back into the dining room she pulled her clothes back on and stuck her hand into the bag to pull out the next name...

 

“Tosh”

 

Rhys grinned at their hostess, “Truth or dare?”

 

“Truth...”

 

“Ok, the hottest snog you’ve ever had – and you can’t choose Owen,” he added hurriedly

 

Tosh leant across and pressed her lips to Owen’s, smiling gently. “I’d have to say Mary “she said after a moment’s thought, “...she had incredibly soft lips and she knew just what to do with her tongue...”

 

The team shrieked with laughter as Owen, his face indignant at Tosh’s answer, wrapped her into his arms and proceeded to kiss her with a passion that raised the temperature of the room several degrees, finally releasing her when self preservation demanded that they renew their oxygen supply...

 

“Owen...I have to choose Owen!” she panted breathlessly, leaning against the grinning medic, as she pulled out the next tile, “Rhys”

 

Ianto turned to his friend, “Truth or dare?”

 

“Truth...” Ianto knew him so well, he’d know the answers already!

 

“If there was one bloke that you’d fancy, who would it be?” Ianto grinned, expecting one of several rugby players...

 

“Jack!” Rhys sounded surprised by his answer himself... The team gazed at him open mouthed, looking from Rhys to Jack to Gwen...

 

Jack grinned, his trademark mega-watt drop-dead-gorgeous-hero grin and reached across to drag the stunned man in for a kiss – no tongue – didn’t want to terrify the poor bloke! – but a steamy kiss nevertheless.

 

Rhys spluttered when he was released, his nostrils filled with Jack’s 51st century pheromones, senses reeling. He looked at Ianto, “Bloody hell! No wonder you can’t keep your hands off him!” before flopping back in his chair, helpless laughter filling the room.

 

Jack preened and ianto resolved to have an interesting conversation with Rhys their next drinks evening... Gwen held out the blue bag to her husband, her eyes twinkling fondly at him... He pulled out the next name, Ianto...

 

Gwen dropped the bag onto the table and fixed the young man with a penetrating stare, “Truth or Dare?”

 

Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes, “Da...nah Truth...”he figured if Rhys could do it, so could he – although he dreaded Gwen’s question!

 

“What’s the best thing Jack does in bed?” Gwen had obviously planned her questions as he didn’t get a moment’s grace. The room went silent as everyone looked at him expectantly.

 

Ianto reached for Jack’s hand and entwined their fingers. He closed his eyes, picturing the different things they’d done, his breathing hitching as the erotic images sent his blood supply southwards. “It’s everything...the way he kisses, like it’s the last time we’ll ever have, with everything he is...” he began dreamily...with his eyes closed he missed seeing everyone leaning forward as they hung on his words and Jack smiled soppily, “His lips are soft and warm, they make my skin tingle, like electricity and I can’t get enough of him...the way he kisses my neck and then his fingers dance on my skin and I have to have him close to me, his skin to my skin...and how he runs his fingers through my hair and whispers in my ear and when he presses into me it’s like I’m flying with the stars and...” he broke of with a gasp as Jack’s grip on his hand exceeded his pain threshold and he opened his eyes to see them gazing at him, Tosh and Gwen had tears running down their cheeks and Rhys and Owen looked dumbfounded...

 

He blinked, and looked at Jack to find he had tears glistening in his eyes as well, the love in Ianto’s voice stirring him in ways he’d never expected to feel again...He pressed his lips to their joined hands as Ianto glanced around again, “I could go on for hours...” he grinned hesitantly, “but it’s someone else’s turn now....” He tugged the bag towards him and pulled out another tile, Owen, the man in question groaning comically...

 

Jack grinned, “Truth or dare?”

 

“Dare...”

 

“Kiss Ianto...a proper kiss...” Jack winked at his partner

 

 Owen made a show of getting out of his chair and moving round to Ianto’s, tugging the young man out of his seat and cupping his face before pressing their lips together. Ianto sank into the kiss, opening his mouth when Owen tentatively swept his tongue over his lips, allowing the other man to explore his mouth... It was quite enjoyable, and if he was honest, not the first time him and Owen had snogged – although the last time was just after Jack had left, they’d both been extremely drunk and it’d been horribly sloppy! Ianto wound his arms around Owen’s waist and pressed closer, both men giving it their all, delighted laughter lifting the roof when Jack’s voice demanded, “Oi, put my tea boy down!” in a remarkable impersonation of Owen.

 

They pulled apart, panting and Owen strolled back to his chair while Jack took the opportunity to tug his Welshman onto his lap. Owen reached for the bag and tipped the final tile out onto the table Jack.

 

Rhys grinned at him, “Truth or Dare Jack?”
 

Jack pondered...”Truth...”

 

“Ok, what’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen? Anywhere, any planet, any time...” he chuckled, “now how often do I get to say those words!”

 

“Easy, Ianto walking towards me, naked apart from my coat...” he paused and stroked a finger gently down his Welshman’s cheek, “...his gorgeous pale skin all soft and warm against the blue grey roughness of the heavy wool...the coat flapping open as he walks...” Ianto pressed a finger to his Captain’s lips, “...sshh, that’s quite enough detail...” he muttered, blushing, as the others giggled.

 

He slid elegantly off Jack’s lap and stood up, “...now I think it’s time I made the coffee...” he raised an eyebrow, waiting, rolling his eyes at the long pause before Jack caught on...

 

“Oh, right, I’ll help...” as Owen snickered loudly, whispering into Tosh’s ear, “give me ten minutes and then it’s my turn to tell him to put the tea boy down!

 

The team moved back into the lounge and sank into easy chairs and the sofa as Ianto led Jack into the kitchen and closed the door, starting Tosh’s coffee maker before pulling him into his arms to kiss him senseless, passions rising as they arched their bodies together, tongues tangling excitedly as they mapped each other’s mouths...gentle moans lost in the heat of their kiss.

 

They broke apart, breath a series of short pants as they forced air back into their lungs, their foreheads resting together, arms entwined... “...interesting game tonight...Truth or Dare...” Jack’s voice was soft as he tipped his Welshman’s face up so he could gaze into his eyes, “...lots of Truths...” He brushed their lips together, “you want another one..?” he continued without waiting for a reply, “truth is I really did come back for you...you were the one thing that kept me fighting...and I know that I never want to be without you...you are what makes this world worth fighting for and I will love you, with everything that I am, until the end of time...”

 

Ianto smiled, capturing the older man’s lips tenderly, as they lost themselves in the moment...the team and coffee forgotten if truth be told!

 

End

 

 

http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/265552/265552,1226331340,1/stock-photo-two-hearts-in-fire-as-symbol-of-passion-love-jealousy-20305801.jpg Gwen’s rejected tattoo!

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psu457ERvBw/TBg2farlnzI/AAAAAAAACgM/YdFnYXf-acw/s400/small%2Bbutterfly%2Btattoos%2B04.jpg Gwen’s chosen tattoo

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/cd/Wales_rugby_league_logo.jpg/150px-Wales_rugby_league_logo.jpg Rhys’ design Cymru replacing the dates


zazajb: (janto hold onto me)

Title: He who dares...wins!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen
Spoilers – set 2 weeks after KKBB,  start of S2
Summary: Team building, charity challenge, Jack bonds with the team... Words 2950

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Who dares; tattoo, battle, cheque, ‘I will if you will!’

A/N 1 Had an absolutely fantastic time up in Glasgow – the panto was brilliant...can’t wait for the next one. Iantosdreamer and I actually got to meet for real *hugs tight* and was also able to meet up with two wonderful friends from the States... This story is dedicated to bettathanbarbie and merrycarole. Love you ladies and safe trip home xxx

He who dares...wins!

Gwen giggled as she opened the door, “I will if you will...” she called back over her shoulder, giggling again at the emphatic “Yes!” from her husband and the delighted laughter from Tosh and Owen...

“Come in...” She smiled and tugged Ianto into a warm hug, “...you got him here then..?” she whispered into his ear as she released him. “Jack...welcome... Oh, thanks, they’re lovely...” taking the huge bouquet from her boss. There was a momentary silence as Gwen looked from Ianto to Jack, the Welshman nodding encouragingly at Jack to follow their hostess. Driving his hands deeply into his pockets Jack allowed himself to be navigated into the cosy lounge where Rhys, Tosh and Owen were already seated.

Ianto helped his Captain out of his coat and shrugged out of his own, moving across to the door leading to the bedroom, knowing that Gwen usually put their coats on the bed... “So, what have you just talked yourself into?” he asked with a grin, well aware Rhys had planned the whole thing as they’d discussed it at the rugby the previous Saturday!

“Rhys wanted a tattoo but he’s too chicken to do it by himself so he dared me to get one as well...” she grinned, “unless you want to go with him...a nice coffee cup or a pteranodon maybe..!”

Ianto chuckled, “I don’t think so – not me at all!” He moved over to where Jack was stood listening, his expression set to ‘polite but ill-at-ease’ and slid a reassuring arm around his waist. Jack had been back two weeks now and had resumed his leadership at the hub as if he’d never been away...this, however, was quite different...

They’d started the ‘team building get togethers’ shortly after Jack had vanished with the Doctor, needing something to distract them from the huge void he’d left in their lives and to pull them closer... They each took it in turns to host the rest of the team at their home once a fortnight and it had worked surprisingly well – everyone throwing themselves into the spirit of it and even Owen proving himself to be a worthy cook...as long as it was pasta!  

With Ianto’s arm, warm and reassuring, holding him tightly, Jack began to relax and leant against the younger man, listening and laughing along with his team. When they moved to the table at Rhys’ “...grub’s up!” shout, Jack found himself sat next to Ianto and Tosh and aside from not getting the joke when Rhys proudly brought in a massive dish of homemade lasagne [again!] and they all stood and cheered him, clinking their glasses madly, Jack started joining in...laughing, albeit a much subdued Captain than of old, making the odd comment now and again and he found himself enjoying the evening far more than he’d thought he would...

He looked around the table at his team...his Ianto...he was so glad to be home...home...yeah...this was where he belonged. His gaze lingered on the young man beside him, the young man whose image had kept him sane, kept him fighting during his endless torture-filled captivity...and drank in the breathtaking sight of him relaxed and laughing, his head thrown back...God he’s so beautiful..I love him so much...

He suddenly realised that everyone had gone quiet and they were staring at him . He blinked, surprised to find his face wet from the tears that were coursing down his cheeks... “Jack..?” Ianto’s left hand entwined with his own and his right cupped his face, his thumb gently brushing the tears aside, “...cariad, you ok..?”

Jack tugged the Welshman close and buried his face into his neck, his stifled sobs drawing worried looks from around the table... “I’m sorry...sorry I left you...and I really did come back for you...my Ianto...my gorgeous beautiful Ianto...” he mumbled against Ianto’s skin, the words muffled but obviously heartfelt. Ianto’s arms tightened instinctively around the trembling man and he met Gwen’s eyes over Jack’s shoulder. She nodded at his unasked question, her own unshed tears glistening at the sight of their Captain so vulnerable and broken – even in death he was never this fragile...wherever he’d been, it had obviously been a rough ride...

They watched as Ianto stood carefully and, without breaking his hold on the shaking man in his arms, managed to manoeuvre them across to the bedroom door and into the room behind it. Once the door was closed behind them, he stroked Jack’s back in soothing circles, the other hand threading gently through the older man’s hair as he whispered love and nonsense into his ear... Gradually Jack’s sobs subsided and he was able to tip his tear-streaked face up to capture his Captain’s lips softly in a tender kiss that rapidly became more heated as Jack kissed back desperately and thrust his body against Ianto’s, his hands raking hungrily up and down the young man’s clothing.

They pulled apart for a brief second to recharge their air supply before resuming hot ,wet, desire-laden open mouthed kisses, tongues mapping mouths possessively as their bodies pressed closer, twin arousal straining against fabric, moans of pleasure lost against each other’s lips...and they lost themselves in the moment...

Oxygen depletion forced them to break apart, breathing heavily, lips tingling, heartbeats racing... “How do feel..?” Ianto panted breathlessly into Jack’s ear.

“Alive...I feel alive...and I’m never leaving you again...I promise...” he broke off to crush their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, mumbling “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou...” against Ianto’s deliciously pink and kiss-swollen lips, suddenly pulling back to gaze into the young man’s eyes, “I love you...”

“I know...” as the Welshman pressed their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss that left them trembling when they finally came up for air.

Jack stroked Ianto’s face softly, “I meant it...I really did come back for you...if you’ll still have me...” he paused, suddenly anxious, the expression morphing into a tender smile as Ianto tugged him into a tight embrace to whisper “...love you too...for a very long time!” he admitted ruefully as their eyes met and they danced in the intensity of the love that radiated out of the twin pools of blue...

“We should get back to the others...” Ianto grinned, “I guarantee you that Rhys’ strawberry cheesecake is something you don’t want to miss...” he chuckled, “...he always does lasagne and cheesecake..!”

Jack brushed their lips together lightly. “I’m gonna wash my face...you go...I’ll be back in a minute...”

They linked hands and left the bedroom, Ianto returned to the table, meeting the anxious faces with a beaming smile to the relief of the team. “Did he tell you where..?” Gwen started, breaking off as Rhys laid his hand over hers and interrupted, “...he’s ok, love...and that’s all that matters...I’ll get dessert...”

He nodded at Ianto and went into the kitchen, returning with a huge cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries and a giant pot of cream, the cheers and clinking of glasses causing a grin to spread across his face. He was dishing out massive slices when Jack rejoined them, his eyes red rimmed, but looking much more like the Jack they were used to...

Jack pressed a light kiss on Ianto’s hair as he sat down, squeezing the young man’s shoulder briefly before accepting the plate Rhys held out, “wow, this looks incredible...”

“You wait till you try it...mmnnn...it’s...mmmnn...just try it!” Tosh moaned softly as she took a mouthful and went into raptures of delight, the chuckling spreading around the table at Owen’s expression,

“...how come you never look like that when I’m...” he began, his eyes widening as Tosh whispered into his ear. He sat back again, grinning, “...ok to take a piece home with us..?” He winked at them and Tosh blushed, the laughter ringing out into the room...

Ianto wiped his mouth and sat back with a contented sigh,  “...fantastic as always...” he looked at Jack, whose expression mirrored his own, “...told you it was good!”

Jack grinned and reached for his hand, bringing his fingers up to his lips to kiss them softly. The young man smiled in return and stood up, “..coming to help me make the coffee..?” He chuckled at Jack’s puzzled expression, explaining, “I always make the coffee - whoever’s house it is!” He leant down, his breath hot on the older man’s ear, “...no-one ever disturbs me...” Jack’s comprehending smile would've eclipsed the sun and he followed Ianto happily into the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing, he reached for his Welshman and folded him into his arms, pressing their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss that left them weak-knee’d when they finally came up for air... Foreheads resting together, they held each other, fingers stroking through hair and gently over clothing, enjoying the sense of simply being...

“Are you glad you came with me now, cariad?” Ianto’s wonderful Welsh vowels caressed Jack’s ear and he shuddered, a bolt of want shooting straight to his groin...

“Yeah...” he moved his head to nibble his way down Ianto’s neck, drawing low moans from those gloriously pink lips, “...and I can’t wait to take you home again...” He continued across the young man’s throat and up the other side of his neck before reclaiming his soft and sensual mouth...each kiss complete and perfect in itself – sweet and tender kisses, hard and passionate kisses, wild and want-laden kisses...

When Gwen peeked in through the door they were oblivious, lost in each other and the blissful sensations chasing through their bodies from their perfect and endless kisses. She grinned and went back to report to the others, telling them coffee might be a while!

When Jack and Ianto finally emerged from the kitchen with the tray of coffee and the boxes of after dinner mints, their faces were flushed, lips kiss swollen and they could barely keep their hands off each other... Rhys led the cheers - Ianto blushed...Jack gave his trademark mega-watt grin and slid into his chair, entwining their hands once the Welshman had finished handing round the drinks.

The conversation had moved on while they’d been ‘making the coffee’ and the team were now discussing the charity fundraiser Harwoods were sponsoring for Ty Hafen, the children’s hospice...

“So they’re hoping to raise enough money to finish the hydrotherapy pool and revamp the sensory garden... They’ve invited the 53rd Welsh Division re-enactment society to come - and the public can enrol to take part in a battle – I’m going to...Owen? Ianto?” Rhys’ enthusiasm was endearing...

“Hey, what about us?” Gwen demanded, as Tosh nodded her agreement.

Ianto looked at Jack, “I suppose you were there for real..? Won’t want to do it again...” he hid his disappointment, only to have his mouth drop open when Jack pressed a light kiss to his lips before pulling his cheque book out and writing a cheque for five hundred pounds. He signed it with a flourish and handed it to a slightly stunned Rhys.

“Will that cover all of our entry fees? I can’t wait to see you all in uniform...” he leered at Ianto as he reached for another chocolate mint, adding softly, “...and out of it..!”

“Thanks, Jack, that’s very generous...and way more than the entry fee...”

“It’s for a good cause and sounds like fun...” Jack grinned and launched into stories from the various battles he’d been in, laughter echoing around the room as the wine flowed freely...

An hour later and they’d moved back to the lounge area. Leaning back on the sofa with his arm draped around Tosh’s shoulders as she snuggled into him, Owen was telling Rhys and Gwen some gruesome tales about tattoos that had gone horribly wrong, grinning wickedly at their expressions...

Jack sat in the armchair with Ianto curled up in his lap as they listened, their fingers stroking and entwining as they listened to the acerbic medic’s gleeful descriptions of blood poisoning and pus-filled blisters... They chuckled as Gwen’s face slowly paled, her expression distinctly uneasy until she realised that Owen was winding her up – his huge guffaw of laughter a dead give-away...holding his sides as he collapsed on Tosh, his hilarity coming to a sudden end when Gwen swiped him with a cushion... An energetic cushion fight broke out as Rhys and Tosh joined in to support their partners...

Jack made a move to get up, his obvious intention to join in...until the grin on his face was wiped away swiftly by Ianto’s lips crashing against his, his tongue probing the older man’s mouth hungrily, a wanton moan escaping as they arched against each other and they sank deeper into the throes of rising passion...

Four cushions, landing one after the other, dragged them back to their immediate surroundings and they broke apart, blinking at the others with somewhat glazed eyes as they struggled to control their breathing.

“Oi, get a room!” Owen spluttered indignantly, “you’re not at work now..!”

The pair smiled sheepishly, Ianto burying his face into Jack’s neck, “...follow my lead, Jack...” he breathed into his ear, “...we’re leaving...Gwen’s next suggestion is always ‘Truth or Dare’ and you have no idea how many times I’ve had to take a dare rather than spill the beans about your sexual prowess..!” He nipped his Captain’s earlobe enticingly and was rewarded with a low moan as a shudder of desire rippled through the older man...

Ianto stood up, a little unsteady on his feet. He reached out to grab Jack’s hand and tug him out of the chair. Turning to Gwen he grinned widely, “....we’re going home now...” his words slurred just slightly, causing their hostess to giggle as she winked at the others and chuckled, “I think Ianto’s a bit tipsy..!”

“M’not, too!” Ianto turned back to Jack. “You...me...home...and you’re going to shag me stupid..!”

Jack’s face lit up and he saluted smartly, “Yessir!” He steadied Ianto as the young man stumbled across to the bedroom to retrieve their coats and helped his Welshman into the black wool trenchcoat before shrugging into his own. They hugged each of their friends, Tosh whispering “...sneaky..!” into Ianto’s ear with a quiet“...nice one tea boy” in grudging admiration from Owen, “...but you’ll pay heavily next time she gets to play Truth or Dare!”

Waving madly as they left, a huge grin on his face, Ianto hauled Jack in for a sloppy kiss, breaking away to growl loudly, “...take me to bed Jack...” as he was led towards the stairs...

The drive home was fast and with no regard to the speed limits or ‘white van man’ who hooted expressively as he was carved up unceremoniously by the SUV as it shot past him with blue lights flashing... Jack pulled up outside Ianto’s flat and they hurried into the building, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the wall on the first landing of the stairs as he kissed him senseless until they ran out of air. Panting heavily, they staggered up the rest of the stairs and fell through the front door, arms wrapped around each other, mouths locked together, their tongues tangling deliciously...

Ianto kicked the door shut and steered them towards the bedroom, shedding their clothes en route, finally falling onto the bed to toe off shoes and socks to leave themselves naked as they rolled over the quilt... Jack won the tussle for dominance and sat up triumphantly on Ianto’s hips, his wriggling to get comfortable drawing gasps from the young man’s parted lips... He gazed into Ianto’s lust-blown eyes, “...so do you want truth or dare? “ as he bent down to trail his lips down the side of his Welshman’s neck, pausing at the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder to suck the skin into his mouth, grazing lightly with his teeth...

Ianto arched his back as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure washed over him. He met his Captain’s eyes, drowning in the love that radiated from those blue grey depths, “...dare...” he gasped, “...then I...” the rest of his sentence swallowed up as Jack captured his lips and he gave himself totally to the wondrous sensations flooding his body...

“Do you dare me to make you scream?” Jack grinned wickedly as he peppered soft kisses down the other side of Ianto’s neck and across his throat, moving slowly downwards...

“...yesyesyes...” the Welshman thrust his head back into the bed, his breath a series of tiny pants as Jack’s hands danced lightly down across his hips, deliberately bypassing the one place Ianto ached to have touched...

“...he who dares...” Jack murmured, his mouth hovered enticingly over the trembling young man, hot breath teasing his sensitive flesh...

Jaaaack, please...” Ianto whimpered, canting his hips off the bed...

“...wins...” as he leant forward...

End

 

 Requested sequel: Tuth or Dare?  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/32751.html

 

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Title: A Mars a day......
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set mid TW S2
Summary: A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play... Words 890

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Work, rest and play, her words for me: ticket, exit, steak ‘Where’s the nearest petrol station around here?’

A/N 1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted   *super-charged hugs* Thinking of you and wishing I wasn't so far away... xxx

A Mars a day...

“Jack, you’re such a pig sometimes!” Ianto’s tone was a mix of gentle annoyance and fond amusement.

“M’hungry...” Jack mumbled around the ninety percent of a king sized Mars bar now crammed into his mouth, the Mars bar that he’d snatched from the counter of the refreshments kiosk on the platform at Cardiff Central station as they’d chased a lone Weevil towards the exit, catching the snarling alien just before it devoured the ticket inspector on the south platform...

The next hour was spent dispensing retcon-laced tea to the witnesses before they’d been re-directed to the shopping centre for a Hoix in Debenhams’ basement, then there was a crashed Refluutan freighter on the Wetlands Reserve that had the entire team scattered across the marsh rounding up what looked like small purple sheep, although these had six legs and short tufted wings...

“That way...quick..!” Ianto slid to a stop, cursing in very expressive Welsh at yet another pair of expensive shoes ruined in the line of duty, before turning in a neat pirouette to charge in the opposite direction as the sheep-thing evaded his clutching hand yet again and he landed on his knees in the slimy mud. Panting hard he resumed an upright stance and wiped his hands down his mud spattered trousers before gamefully giving chase once again...

Jack grinned as he closed in from the opposite side and drove their prey straight into his Welshman’s waiting arms. Ianto heaved a sigh of relief as the creature immediately assumed its instinctive defence posture and froze its movements. His arms closed around it and he began the long squelching trek back to the impromptu pen they’d made.

“Hey...wait for me!” Jack broke into a sprint to catch up, his boots giving him a much surer – and drier – footing... He draped an arm around the young man’s shoulder, tugging him to a stop, before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his lips, smiling into the embrace as Ianto sighed softly and leant back against him, deepening the kiss as he opened his mouth to let their tongues engage in an enjoyable slow dance...

Breaking apart gently, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath, Jack rubbed their noses together affectionately, “...you know you look so adorable when you’re covered in mud..!” He chuckled softly at the frown that crossed Ianto’s face as he contemplated the ruinous effects on his usually pristine attire. “I’ll take you shopping...I promise we’ll get you some new suits...” He dropped a light kiss to the end of that cute button nose, “...now, give me that thing and let’s see how the others are getting on...”

They made their way across to the pen where Tosh was minding the mass of creatures alongside one of the scrawny metallic-clad Refluutans. There was no sign of Gwen or Owen. Jack added the creature to the pen and turned to Tosh. “How’re we doing?”

“Just one more and then that’s them all – Gwen took our resident sheepdog after that one – Owen’s been surprisingly good at rounding these things up! I’ve worked out what the Reflluutans were saying and they’ve done the earth equivalent of blowing a gasket! They’ve managed to make some repairs but they need to replace the lubricant in the third engine...the closest we’ve got on this planet is the super-plus unleaded petrol...”

Jack turned slowly and met the raised eyebrow of his Welshman. Ianto planted his hands firmly on his hips, a hint of a smile curving his lips, “...new suits...shirts...shoes..?”

“Yes...all of those...and a steak dinner...with wine and romance...” Jack grinned hopefully.

Ianto pondered...well actually he knew already, but he didn’t want to be seen as a pushover! “Hmmn, tempting...really tempting...” He met Jack’s gaze, the light in those blue grey eyes dancing, full of promise...before turning back to Tosh with a sigh, “...ok, where’s the nearest petrol station from here?”

Jack beamed at him, “we’ll get everything else ready here, assuming Gwen and Owen ever return!” He tugged Ianto into his arms and kissed him hard, finally releasing him breathless and weak-knee’d... “...oh, and I got this for you too...” he pulled out another Mars bar, “...you know what the advert says ‘...a Mars a day helps you work, rest and play...’ This is the work...you can rest in the SUV on the way back and you’re going to need your energy for the play later...” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively...

Ianto grinned and tore into the packet as he turned and headed across the marsh to the garage some two miles away for the urgently needed petrol, his mind drifting towards thoughts of the coming evening’s play... He chuckled and took a huge bite...

End

 

 

 


Alienz-R-Us

Dec. 5th, 2010 10:19 am
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Title: Alienz-R-Us!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set mid TW S2
Summary: Pesky aliens run amok in Toys-R-Us, requiring retcon on an industrial scale with all the Christmas shoppers, Jack and Ianto finish the clean-up alone ... Words 1780

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Witness/witnessing, her words for me: customer, teddy bear, crush ‘You can’t do that here, it’s illegal!’
 

Alienz-R-Us!

“Jack...picking up some blips on the scanner...not quite sure what it is...” Tosh called as the Captain came out of his office followed by a somewhat dishevelled and glassy-eyed Welshman carrying two mugs of cold coffee...it looked like they’d been distracted again!

Jack leant over the railing. “What kind of blips? Anything on the rift monitor?”

“No...whatever it is it hasn’t come through the rift...”

“See if you can pinpoint a location...I’ll be down in a minute...” he grinned and followed Ianto into the kitchen, watching as the young man sorted out fresh beans to replace their forgotten drinks. The preparations complete, he reached out and tugged Ianto gently into his arms, bringing their lips together tenderly as the Welshman melted into the embrace, his arms snaking round Jack’s neck to card lovingly through his hair as he was kissed sweetly to heaven and back...

Breaking apart softly, their breath a series of gentle pants, they rested their heads together as they recharged their lungs before Ianto turned his attention back to the coffee machine and poured their drinks. Handing Jack his mug he brushed his lips lightly, turned his Captain round and propelled him purposefully out of the door, “...go and find out what Tosh’s blips are...I’m going to get some beans ready for when Gwen and Owen get back from their weevil release and then I’ll be down...”

Jack stopped just outside the door, spun round and saluted, grinning...he loved it when Ianto got bossy with him! Ianto smiled and shooed him away, stepping back to his precious coffee machine where he sorted out some Columbian blend for his two absent colleagues. He was rinsing mugs when Jack yelled his name, the shout urgent... He abandoned the washing up and ran down the steps to where Jack was staring at Tosh’s screen. Tosh’s fingers were flying over the screen as the image changed, the blips multiplying by the second...

“It’s in Toys-R-Us...” Tosh’s brow furrowed as she tapped into the phone network...”...multiple calls to the authorities...lots of customers are reporting flaming teddy bears running up and down the aisles...”

“Ianto, with me...Tosh – get hold of Gwen and Owen, tell them to meet us there...we’re gonna need a lorry load of retcon on this one with all those Christmas shoppers...”

With their pockets bulging with retcon, Jack and Ianto screeched out of the underground car park and headed for the huge toy depot. Ianto listened on the comms as Tosh kept up a running commentary...

Minutes later they pulled up and leapt out, heading into the store at a run... The local police were already there, keeping the crush of frantic customers behind a cordon. Recognising a familiar face, Ianto moved to talk quietly to Andy, gleaning in a few short words the sum total of the witness reports. Thanking the young constable, Ianto hurried to join Jack who was arguing with the store manager.

“Ianto, please tell this man that all the threats in the world won’t get me out of his store until we’ve sorted out what’s going on...” Jack glared at the aging man with his cheap suit and large paunch and stepped away, barking into his comms to find out where Gwen and Owen were. “Shit! Ok, sort them out, I don’t care how you do it, just stop them broadcasting and confiscate their equipment. Keep me posted..!”

Moving back to his Welshman’s side he heaved a sigh of relief as the manager scowled and shrugged his shoulders. “Thank you, Mr Marshall...we’ll be out of here as soon as we can...and thank you for the CCTV footage...” Ianto nodded at the man and led Jack away into the store.

Glancing around the aisles there were scorched teddies everywhere but no sign of any aliens... Jack tapped his comm. Unit, “Tosh...any news? There’s no sign of anything other than some soft toys with singed fur...”

“...and no life signs on the scanner...” Ianto added as he ventured further into the store...

“The blips have all gone and there was a minute distortion in the atmosphere about five minutes ago...I’m guessing that whatever it was, it’s gone now... Oh, I hacked into their CCTV and all it recorded was fuzz – whatever else it was, it wasn’t stupid – no trace...nothing...sorry Jack...”

“Ok, Tosh, make a note of anything in the database that might help us recognise these creatures if they come back and that’ll have to do...then get yourself off home...we won’t be long...”

Outside Owen and Gwen had dealt with the camera crew from the local news station and Owen had left Gwen having a cup of tea with them...retcon drop number one... Now Owen was setting up an impromptu bar in the foyer, preparing for the mass distribution of retcon required to wipe the image of flaming teddies from the public’s heads.

Pulling out plastic cups from his bag he straightened up to find himself with a face full of Mr Marshall, “Oi, you can’t do that here – it’s illegal, so pack your crap away and piss off...”

“Jack...Ianto...got some miserable fat git out here complaining about my bar...”

“That’ll be Mr Marshall, the manager... On our way, Owen...”

It took a large shot of whiskey...single malt, retcon level three, before Mr Marshall was dumped in his faux leather chair in his office, his head filled with the suggestion that his staff were amazing, they’d foiled an attempted robbery and were all going to get a huge bonus... Despite himself, Owen was impressed with the tea boy’s calm handling of the situation when he’d been more than temped to crash his fist into that ugly face! He made a mental note not to piss the Welshman off quite as often in the future...

With the bar set up, Jack and Ianto’s pockets were emptied of supplies and Owen and Gwen, who’d finished with both the camera crew and the store’s staff, were dispensing the free drinks with compliments of the management... Leaving them to it, with instructions to tidy up and go home once they’d finished, Jack and Ianto returned to start collecting the singed soft toys in case they offered any clues to the mysterious visitors... they were bored long before they’d collected them all, dragging black bags dejectedly behind them up and down endless dimly lit aisles.

Ianto jumped when he was hit on the back of the head with something squishy, followed by second and a third in swift succession. He spun round to see Jack lurking in the shadows with an armful of stress reliever rubber spider-like toys. Abandoning his sack of teddies, Ianto ran towards his Captain and launched himself at him, catching Jack by surprise and off balance as he rocked on his heels from the collision.

They fell to the floor, giggling, Ianto grabbing a firm hold of the older man as he crushed their lips together, his tongue demanding entry where it mapped his mouth possessively, Jack’s wanton moan lost against his Welshman’s soft and sensual mouth. Passions rising, trousers straining, they writhed on the floor surrounded by boxes of Lego and Duplo.

Pulling apart when they ran out of air, Jack rolled them over, ending up on top and wedged against a starter pack of ‘My First Lego Set’.  Disregarding the discomfort of their surroundings, Ianto whimpered softly and tugged his Captain’s head back towards his own, searching for his lips and sighing happily when Jack reclaimed his mouth, the Welshman’s hands wandering over his lover’s body, desire mounting... 

Arching their hips together, the two men kissed hungrily, hands reaching out to tug shirts and t-shirts from waistbands to reach the warm skin underneath... “I want you...now..!” Jack growled in Ianto’s ear when they broke off, panting hard...

“Not here...I’ve got an idea...” Jack rolled off and helped the young man to his feet, entwining their fingers before Ianto led him away to the ‘Outside Play and Activity’ display. This consisted of swings and slides, heavy plastic Wendy houses...and trampolines... “...in you go..!” Ianto ordered, stopping at a break in the safety netting around the largest of the trampolines. Jack grinned wolfishly and leapt up, reaching out his hand to haul his Welshman up before wrapping him tightly into his arms and bouncing lightly.

Some considerable enjoyable and wildly hot and wet kisses later, Ianto was dizzy with desire, tipping them sideways to land softly on the bed of the trampoline... Jack’s hands grappled with the buckle on his lover’s trousers, then the button and finally slid the zip down, groping inside to claim his prize. Ianto gasped against his Captain’s mouth and pressed himself closer, his hands undertaking some undressing of their own, drawing a matching gasp of pleasure from the older man.

They made full and innovative use of all of the properties of the trampoline, both secretly enjoying the sheer naughtiness of their actions... Breathless and very satisfied they lay curled up, semi naked, clothes awry, a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies as their heartbeats returned to normal and a delicious tingling radiated through them from the tops of their heads down to the ends of their toes...

Neither man noticed the large sign nearby ‘monitored by CCTV’, the panoramic camera positioned directly above their trampoline...

Back at the hub, Tosh concluded that it had been well worth staying on to reformat that database entry, congratulating herself on her ingenuity in deciding to check out the CCTV system to see if her boss was still at the scene...she’d been just in time to see Ianto charge Jack off his feet and so had enjoyed the entire show... Tilting her head to the side she wondered again at the sheer flexibility of these two men...they certainly liked it avant-garde! Chuckling to herself, she saved the file and sent a copy to Jack’s personal email, though what he’d think of an email entitled Alienz-R-Us...

Grinning, she turned off her computer and headed for home...

End

A/N2 The trampoline is for sassysailorgirl and is one of the locations on the p2s list [places to shag-apologies for crudeness!] Indulge your fantasy G *hugs* xxx

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