zazajb: (kiss)

Title: In his eyes...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: A weevil encounter prompts some serious thinking... Words 2280

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, or the song, or the very talented Josh Groban himself... When listening, I have exchanged the her for him/his...  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UVX_hh4wKI

A/N For [livejournal.com profile] wise_n_witty on her birthday, a very special lady who deserves a wonderful birthday. You, my sweet, are amazing, and everything that I am today is inspired by you. Love always xxx

In his eyes...

Their eyes met across the filthy alley for a split second before the stench of the weevil’s fetid breath assailed his nostrils and it’s razor sharp teeth ripped his throat out, Ianto’s cobalt blue depths boring deep into Jack’s own blue grey pools...a look that blazed love and anguish in equal measure, both knowing the inevitable outcome of this particular moment...he stares through my shadow... The body of his Captain fell to the floor with the huge brute of an alien on top of it.

Ianto staggered to his feet and slammed the needle into the back of the creature’s neck, hammered down the plunger and hauled the unconscious beast unceremoniously to one side, as he dropped to his knees to cradle Jack’s head gently in his lap. He closed the older man’s sightless eyes, pressing a tender kiss to each eyelid as he sighed softly, knowing that Jack had deliberately sacrificed himself to save the Welshman when he’d been knocked to the floor...he sees something more...

The three of them remained motionless for long, long minutes – one dead, one sedated...one waiting...

It was half an hour before Ianto observed the first signs of the ragged and torn skin of Jack’s fatal neck wound beginning to heal. He began running his fingers soothingly through Jack’s hair, whispering words of love and nonsense in a mixture of Welsh and English, with the few words of Boshane dialect that he’d learned from his Captain thrown in for good measure.

The limp and lifeless body in his arms suddenly stiffened and Jack’s arms flailed wildly as he drew in that first agonising gasp of air, the dismissal from death as brutal as ever... Ianto tightened his hold and leant closer... “sshh, it’s okay Jack, I’m here Cariad...” believes there’s a light in me...he brushed a kiss to the other man’s forehead, feeling him relaxing in the embrace as he reacquainted himself with the immediate present...he is sure...

Jack’s eyes fluttered open and he gazed up into Ianto’s beautiful face, the grateful smile sliding from his lips as he took in the dried blood trails that started down the side of his temple and vanished into the collar of his shirt “...you’re hurt...” it wasn’t a question. Jack struggled to sit up, turning to tug the young man into his arms as he pressed his lips lightly to his forehead.

“I’m fine, Jack...it’s just a scratch...” and his truth makes me stronger... “and I would’ve d...” Jack’s lips crashing against his swallowed the one word Jack couldn’t contemplate hearing – he couldn’t lose him...ever...the realisation hit him like an express train and he gasped into the frantic kiss does he realise...

Gentle waves of images rolled through Jack’s head as he kissed his Welshman senseless...I awake every morning ...sharing that first coffee of the day, just the two of them in the hub, those wonderful mornings at Ianto’s flat when they’d managed a whole night together, warm and safe under the quilt in their own little haven – one devoid of aliens and saving the world one more time – chasing weevils through the back alleys, his reassuring presence when they were too late and someone lost their life...with his strength by my side...

They came up for air, panting softly, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath, “my brave handsome Captain...” Ianto murmured, moving to cup Jack’s face with his hands as they knelt uncomfortably on the dirty alley floor. He kissed him slowly, deliberately, tongue seeking its mate so they could slow dance, first in one mouth then the other, the kiss intensifying as each melted into the other...

Regretfully they pulled apart and clambered to their feet, dumped the weevil into the boot and headed back to the hub. Their guest was given quarters before they crawled wearily up to the main hub. Owen met them at the top. “What happened?” he demanded, taking in their battered and blood soaked clothing as he steered Ianto firmly away from the kitchen and down towards autopsy.

“Weevil...” Jack shrugged dismissively.

“...and..?” Owen’s eyes narrowed as he caught the glances between the two men. He stopped and planted his hands on his hips. “Okay, spill it, tea boy..!” he glared at Jack, daring him to intervene.

“It took us by surprise, knocked me off my feet and was preparing to rip me to shreds when Jack...” his breath hitched as he replayed the scene in his head and his eyes locked on Jack’s, the emotion in that look overwhelming, every unspoken sentiment exchanged in a split second... Ianto’s shoulders sagged as he bit back a sob. Jack pushed Owen aside and gathered the young man into his arms, holding him tightly as he pressed light kisses to his hair, neck and any other bit he could reach without loosening his hold.

“Autopsy...now!” Owen gave them a gentle push.

Once Ianto was sat on the table with Owen cleaning up the deep gash on the side of his head, wincing as the medic probed the wound for any foreign matter before applying butterfly sutures, his hand clasped tightly in Jack’s, he was able to continue...

“Jack distracted it...and let it...he...he...it killed him instead of me...”

Owen’s eyebrows knitted as he translated, the frown relaxing as he put the bits together- the looks between the two, the silent messages, the refusal of his Captain to let go of the Welshman’s hand when he was checking him for other injuries...I am not a hero...I am not an angel... His eyes met Jack’s...I am just a man...and he nodded, reading the jumbled emotions in the older man’s deep blue grey pools...man who’s trying to love him unlike any other... He nodded, “...stay here, I’ll get the girls to make some tea...keep him warm, he’s in shock and he’s got mild concussion so don’t let him go to sleep...” Instructions issued, Owen disappeared up the stairs, leaving them alone.

Jack moved into the gap between Ianto’s knees and wrapped his arms around him as the young man melted into his embrace. “I almost lost you today...” can’t lose him...I love him...in his eyes I am... He tipped Ianto’s chin up and captured his lips tenderly, the kiss soft and full of emotion as each gave themselves to the other, the weight of those three words they still couldn’t say out loud packed into that single kiss...

Owen smiled indulgently and shook his head as he watched them from the railings overlooking autopsy before shooing the girls up to the kitchen to make some tea and bring them up to date.

By the time Owen reappeared with Tosh and Gwen in tow and a tray of steaming mugs, Ianto had been kissed to the cosmos and back again and was now panting softly, his face flushed, lips deliciously pink and kiss swollen as he rested his head against Jack’s chest, his arms looped around his Captain’s waist. He protested as Owen prised Jack off him so he could check his head wound and vision.

“You kept him warm I see!” grinning at the deepening hue of the young man’s cheeks as the girls giggled, relieved to see the Welshman in one piece after his brush with death. After some more prodding and poking and a barrage of questions to check his mental faculties were undamaged from the knock on his head, Owen released him into Jack’s care, handing the young man a small pot of pain killers in case of need. “Oh and Jack...nothing energetic tonight, got it!” Owen chuckled, adding, “now piss off all of you unless you want to help with the autopsy of that Hoix we caught in the muck pile yesterday...” Autopsy was deserted in seconds...

Jack ordered the others home at four thirty, noting that Ianto was looking pale again. This world keeps on spinning... He’d watched him on the CCTV, in between more weevil alerts and some space junk in Bute Park, throughout the afternoon as the young man had worked in the archives, refusing to go home or rest. Every time he thought about how close he’d come to losing him, it had sent icy trails of fear down his spine – he couldn’t lose him...only he steals my heart... Without Jack noticing this modest and unassuming Welshman had quietly dismantled every barrier that had kept his emotions safely locked away to settle deep within his heart and he realised that the world had a depth and vibrancy to it when Ianto was by his side...he’s my inspiration...he gave him meaning and direction...he’s my Northern Star...

Ianto came out of the office, their empty mugs in his hands, as he headed across to the kitchen. Jack followed him, watching as he rinsed the mugs and set them to dry. I don’t count my possessions...all I call mine... As the young man reached for the beans to make some fresh, Jack batted his hands away and tugged him into his arms, sliding one hand round to the small of his back and the other to the back of his neck, pulling him close before capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that quickly became wild and messy as they writhed against each other...I give him completely to the end of all time...

Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as he ground their hips together, desire and feral want building rapidly. His hands groped at Jack’s clothes, pulling the braces from his shoulders and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as Jack attacked the buttons on Ianto’s waistcoat. They came up for air, briefly, diving straight back in to more hot, wet kisses, teeth clashing as they continued to tear each other’s clothes off...I am not a hero...I am not an angel...

Jacket, waistcoat, shirts and undershirt piled up on the floor, hands scrabbling at belts, buckles, buttons and zips until the offending items pooled around their ankles to leave them almost naked...I am just a man...They toed off shoes, boots and socks, finally kicking their tangled undergarments and trousers away as they thrust and arched together, senses reeling, passions rising...man who’s trying to love him unlike any other...

Pulling away Jack launched an assault on Ianto’s neck, nipping with his teeth and soothing with his tongue, the Welshman’s moans rising in volume as his Captain moved down his body, pausing to leave vivid purple bruises at random intervals. Ianto’s breath was a mix of hard pants and loud groans, his knees were weak and his body was trembling from head to foot, a hoarse cry escaping his gloriously pink, kiss-swollen lips as Jack’s mouth closed around him...in his eyes I am...

Ianto felt the waves of pleasure building, raging through his body, igniting fires in every nerve ending, muscles taut and straining, his focus narrowed to nothing but the feel of Jack’s hands and the heat of his mouth. He arched forward, crying out Jack’s name as he exploded...fireworks going off in his brain and he almost blacked out with the intensity of his climax, his body shuddering repeatedly until he slumped limply against the worktop.

Jack released him and slid up his body, crushing their lips together, his tongue diving into his Welshman’s mouth so he could taste himself as he was kissed into oblivion... Parting long, breathless minutes later, Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, drowning himself in the intensity of emotion that reflected back at him as tears spilled down the young man’s cheeks...in his eyes I see the sky and all I’ll ever need...

He tipped the Welshman’s chin up and brushed his tears aside gently with his thumbs, pressing light kisses to every inch of his face, feeling him trembling in his arms. “Sshh, it’s ok...it’s going to be okay...” punctuating his words with more soft kisses. “C’mon...” Entwining their fingers, he led them to his office and down the ladder where he pulled back the covers and urged the now shivering Ianto into bed, climbing in after him and tugging him back into his arms, pressing their bodies together to feel the heat of his skin transfer to the chilled body beside him.

Ianto snuggled in close and lost himself in the feel of Jack’s reassuring warmth wrapped around him. He closed his eyes as Jack continued to pepper his skin with loving kisses, gradually relaxing under the gentle touch of his Captain’s lips. Jack stroked his hair and held him tightly, “...better?” he whispered, his breath soft and warm against Ianto’s ear...in his eyes time passes by and he is with me...

“Mmnn,” he mumbled, the soothing stroking of his hair and the lingering effects of his wild release making him deliciously drowsy. His breathing slowed and he drifted off, secure in the arms of the man he loved...

Jack continued to thread his fingers through the young man’s hair, loving the silky feel of it against his skin knowing that he’d die a thousand times if it kept Ianto safe and with him a bit longer...in his eyes I am...

Pressing closer to the warmth of his gorgeous Welshman, he closed his eyes and joined him in sated sleep...in his eyes...

End

 

 Happy Birthday sweetheart xxx

 


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: (coming home)

Title: Hidden away
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : Set in the days after KKBB
Summary: Jack and Ianto’s thoughts after Jack’s return... Words 2150

Warnings: angst, mentions of character death

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, anything you recognise is owned by RTD &BBC – I just get to dabble with them from time to time. I don’t own the song or JG either!
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung by the awesome Josh Groban http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcu24OKZNIo

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


AN: Dedicated to my wonderful friends – with sincere thanks for all the birthday wishes, dedicated fic, cards, PMs, virtual gifts, e-cards and tweets – love you all...and this story is for you... xxx

 

Hidden away

Ianto stared out into the dark, silent tears trickling down his cheeks as he gazed at the motionless silhouette of his Captain on the edge of the roof, the only movement from the billowing of his coat in the stiff breeze...

Jack had been back a week, sliding straight back into leader-mode and aside from the whole “I came back for you...” and the hesitant and endearingly uncertain request for a date, they’d been as far apart as they’d been when Jack was away...wherever he’d been...

Those three months had been hell - time had ground to a halt, the world existed only in shades of grey...all things bright and vibrant extinguished with the vanishing of the police box on that awful day...That day when he’d gone from broken to euphoric...and back to broken within the space of a few short hours... His fragile heart had been shattered into a million pieces as he’d watched Jack, radiating that jaw-droppingly beautiful grin of his, disappear from reality – taking all of Ianto’s freshly kiss-awakened hopes and dreams with him...come back to me Jack...please... He’d whispered those words into the darkness every night...to no avail...

Now Jack was back...and further away than ever before, his smile no longer reached his eyes and so many times he’d opened his mouth to say something but when no words had appeared he’d visibly trembled, grabbed his coat and disappeared out of the roller door, not returning for hours. Tonight Ianto had decided to follow him after fruitless nights waiting for him to return in the hope that they’d be able to say more than three words to each other...

He’d not been surprised to see Jack heading for his favourite rooftop but was unprepared for the sound of muffled sobs floating back. He knew Jack was hurting, they both were, but this was heartbreaking....

He’d imagined their reunion so many times, so many lonely nights curled up in Jack’s bunker...so many different ways, but this scenario had never occurred to him – granted, most of them had involved lots of kissing and satisfying sex...however, this broken and unreachable Jack was a far cry from any romantic notions he’d had of his Captain stood under an azure alien sky, arms spread wide as he grinned broadly and enjoyed adventure after adventure before coming home triumphant to share his stories...over mountains and sky blue seas...on great circles will you watch for me...

He’d had high hopes when Jack had met his gaze, his “I came back for you...” sending the butterflies that had invaded his stomach into raptures...the sweetest feeling I’ve got inside...I just can’t wait to get lost in your eyes... the angry glares from the others dragging a hastily amended “all of you...” and the butterflies had crash landed, leaving a bitter taste as hurt forced him to look away.

Fresh tears burnt a trail down the Welshman’s face as Jack’s shoulders shook and he caught the faint anguished whisper of his own name...and all these words that you meant to say...

Every day since, they’d watched each other, neither daring to make the first move for fear of rejection, the anguish carefully concealed behind Jack’s classic 1940’s attire and Ianto’s pristine wool-blend pinstripes, purple Swiss cotton shirts and red silk ties; exquisite coffee and murmured Sir’s...held in silence day after day...as each broke a little more...

Ianto had stayed later and later at the hub after the others had gone home, hoping...talk to me Jack...hopes rising when Jack’s trembling hand had reached out, only to be withdrawn as the Captain had failed yet again to produce any sound from his open mouth and had run away once more...words of kindness that our poor hearts crave...

Ianto had been left alone again, tears filling his eyes as he gazed at the space where Jack had been moments earlier...please don’t keep them hidden away...

A strangled sob escaped and he ducked back into the shadows as Jack froze before turning... “Ianto..?” his voice shook... “Ianto..? please...”  

Steeling himself, Ianto stepped out into the open, his breath catching in his throat as Jack’s tear stained face took on a look that was both heart wrenchingly fragile yet hungry and hopeful at the same time.

“Jack...I...I...” he faltered, not knowing where to begin or even if he had the words to say what he felt...sing it out – so I can finally breathe in...I can take in all you say... He bit down on his bottom lip...time to risk all the strength he had left...and opened his arms...

Moments later he had an armful of sobbing Captain as Jack’s lips crashed onto his and he found himself drowning in the achingly familiar intoxicating scent that was Jack as their tongues reacquainted themselves with the taste of the other before roaming freely to map every contour of each other’s mouths, the kiss hot and messy now as hands tugged bodies closer and they lost themselves to frantic desire.

They broke apart reluctantly, only when oxygen replenishment became essential for the continuance of life, arms wrapped possessively around each other as they panted heavily, lips just millimetres apart... Ianto let out a shaky breath and a tentative chuckle as Jack’s arms tightened around him and he felt his lips hot against his ear, “stay...”

Ianto moved a hand to caress the older man’s cheek gently, brushing the still damp tear tracks away with his thumb, “now I’ve got you, Jack, I’m not going anywhere...” holding out for something I believe in...as he claimed his Captain’s mouth once more...all I really need today...this kiss soft and tender as he revelled in the feel of Jack’s lips under his own and the heavy warmth of their bodies pressed close, ardent arousal evident and sending hot sparks of flame through them as they squirmed and ground hips together in an attempt to gain some friction from the woefully inadequate confines of their trousers...

This time when they came up for air, Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him wordlessly away from the roof, back to the hub and down the ladder. Their eyes met as they faced each other, Ianto’s clear blue depths blazing with a love that brought fresh tears to Jack’s own blue grey pools...I want to free your heart...

Trembling hands reached for each other’s clothes, removing each layer carefully until they stood naked. This time Jack opened his arms and Ianto fell into them, moaning into his Captain’s mouth as their lips met and he was kissed senseless, his hands tangling one into Jack’s hair and the other pressing into the small of his back to keep him close...

They staggered backwards until their legs hit the edge of Jack’s tiny bunk and they tumbled onto it... Ianto tore his mouth from Jack’s to attack his neck, sucking at the soft skin behind his ear, Jack’s low moan and the shudder that rattled through him bringing the Welshman to an abrupt halt, “Jack..? You want me to stop..?”

He looked up to see fresh tears gleaming as Jack shook his head, the look pleading... “Wherever you went, it was bad...you were hurt...” It wasn’t a question but Jack’s tiny whispered “yes...” and the haunted look in his eyes broke Ianto’s heart that tiny bit more and he reached down to entwine their hands, “I’m here cariad, and I’ll stop any time...just say...talk to me, Jack...I want to see your heart...please don’t keep your heart hidden away...

Jack’s eyes closed as Ianto’s lips continued down his neck and across his throat, lapping lightly in the hollow at the base before moving back up the other side to claim his lips in a searing kiss as Jack arched against him...

Jack trembled and quivered, aching with desire and when Ianto finally made love to him, he felt complete again...wave upon wave of pure bliss that rolled through his body as sensation after sensation swept him away to float amongst the stars and the tortures of the past year receded... Captivated by Ianto’s delicious kisses they slipped into sated sleep, limbs wrapped around each other, pressed close together in the limited space as Ianto kept him safe...

Jack awoke with a jump as the Master’s footsteps sounded outside in the corridor and he suppressed a whimper as he blinked in the darkness and breathed in the reassuring scent of the Welshman who lay warm in his arms, allowing the familiar aroma to ground and calm him from his nightmare.

Carefully he propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at the man who’d kept him fighting that long year...you’re a wonder...how bright you shine...the man he’d come back for but hadn’t told, terrified that he’d scare the young man away...terrified that admitting how he felt left him vulnerable – he hadn’t let anyone into his heart for so very long now...his protection from the inevitable pain when they died and left him alone once again...a flickered candle in a short lifetime...

But he loved him, he knew that now... Jack’s hand trembled as he ran his fingers softly across Ianto’s shoulder, following the lines of his body down the side of his toned downy hair-covered chest to his waist and the gentle curve of his hip, stilling his hand as the Welshman shifted minutely, leaning into the touch…secret dreamer that never shows…

He’d watched the young man closely these past days and he’d seen the hurt that he’d concealed behind that perfect exterior, knowing that he was the cause of that pain...if no-one sees you then nobody knows... Ianto had kept him alive – his soul alive - every time the Master had sent his body into the darkness, Ianto had been a beacon of pure light, of hope and love...something to cling on to and he needed to tell him...and all these words you were meant to say...

They needed to talk...held in silence day after day... He owed it to Ianto...he wanted so much more than before, all those things he’d run from before he’d vanished with the Doctor...words of kindness that our poor hearts crave... He wanted to be with this amazing Welshman for as long as he had...please don’t keep them hidden away...

“Jack...it’s rude to stare!” Ianto’s amused voice cut into his musings and a smile curved the corners of that soft and sensual mouth as his eyes met the Welshman’s.

“Tell him!” a voice in the back of his head chided gently...sing it out, so I can finally breathe in...I can take in all you say...

Ignoring the voice, he leant down to press a tender kiss to that gorgeous mouth “So, Ianto…you up for round two…?” the hoarse whisper sent shivers down the young man’s body and he moaned as a gentle hand reached out to cup his face and tug him back into another soft kiss…a kiss that grew in intensity as Jack’s tongue mapped the inside of the Welshman’s mouth and the other hand sought a different, much lower, area of his body…reaching out for someone I believe in...

Giving himself totally to the glorious sensations raging through him, Ianto melted into the embrace, kissing back fiercely as their bodies arched together and he lost himself in everything that was just Jackall I really need today...I want to feel your love...

Somewhere, deep within the burning passion and searing kisses, Ianto knew his heart was lost…given freely to this complex and larger-than-life man who carried so much pain and responsibility on his shoulders… will you reveal your love...

He moaned as Jack kissed him into oblivion, caressing, teasing...please don’t keep your love...hidden away...every touch like fire on heated skin until they were joined completely and they exploded into blissful ecstasy…

Lost in a pleasurable warm and tingling afterglow, his eyelids fluttering closed Ianto was startled to feel Jack’s lips press lightly against his own before the whispered “I love you, Ianto...I’ll never leave you again...” I want to free your heart...

Blue grey depths that radiated with emotion met clear blue pools...I want to see your heart... “Love you too, Jack...and I’m glad you’re back...” Please don’t keep your heart...hidden away...

End

AN1: Please bear with me these next few weeks – I’m exam marking at the moment and it is a vicious beast which consumes my every waking hour outside of work... This means I’m behind on my reading [I’ll catch up eventually!] and my writing – there is another Captain Coat and Coffee Man in progress, plus several more planned, as well as an AU... Believe me when I say the withdrawal symptoms from LJ will have me climbing the walls before I’m done! So...I’ll be scarce for about 3 weeks – and then beware as I’ll be driving you all mad and you’ll be sick of me!!!

 


Let me...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

 


zazajb: (john gareth almost kiss)

Title: Storm warning...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   An alien visitor has a disastrous effect on the climate... Words 2650

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 #17 - Theme: Weather; dowdy, vituperate, chocolate wrapper ‘That night [x] drank the last of the [x] him/her/itself...’

 A/N1 For [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted who is still weathering the storm - hang in there *hugs* xxx

 

Storm warning...

Ianto tutted to himself as he surveyed the array of chocolate wrappers and crisp packets littered on the desk and floor of Jack’s office. Yes they’d been up for 48 hours straight now and they were dead on their feet, pun totally intended he thought wryly, but all that sugar...

As he bent down to pick up the brightly coloured array of wrappers he was grasped firmly by the hips and a somewhat damp Captain pressed himself up against his back. Ianto straightened and turned in the embrace as Jack shook his head and droplets of icy rainwater flew everywhere.

“You’re wet, sir!” Ianto stated mildly, brushing second-hand drops from his face before pressing a quick kiss to Jack’s cold lips and slipping out of his arms to help him off with his sodden coat.

“It’s raining out there! You wanna see Owen – he looks like a drowned dog – with the expression to match..!”

“I’ll make hot chocolate...”

“With whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles..?” Slightly damp puppy dog eyes came into play, drawing an indulgent smile from the Welshman who’d already set the mugs and ingredients out in the kitchen.

“If you go and dry off...” he raised an eyebrow at the pout, “...alone! I’ll come down when I’ve done the drinks unless you think we should get everyone in the boardroom...feedback reports..?” He chuckled at the obvious slump of the older man’s shoulders.

“Yeah, boardroom...but you’re making it up to me later...” the trademark leer reappeared as the sugar high kicked back in!

Ianto glanced over his shoulder, “I’ll hold you to that promise..!” His blue eyes twinkled despite the bone aching tiredness. ‘I’ll rally the troops...five minutes?”

Jack nodded, already half down the ladder to his quarters. Five minutes later the team were assembled around the table, each looking slightly brighter as Ianto handed round large mugs of frothy hot chocolate, with the required mini marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles! Jack and Owen each had towels around their necks as they rubbed their hair dry.

Ianto slid into his chair as Tosh tapped on her PDA and the view-screen lit up with the rift activity matrix for the past ten days. “Okay, we first saw the pattern ten days ago and then it began to rain – relentless twenty-four hour downpour, unexplained...almost biblical in intensity...only no Ark to take shelter in.!

Coincidence? Maybe, but after the third identical spike followed by the same rain pattern and it looks like they’re definitely connected...”

Gwen took over the remote and loaded a series of more traditional weather charts. “I met with the weather forecasters at Cardiff university and they said that this particular weather didn’t belong – they were baffled as all their data completely contradicted the actual weather we’ve been getting, so...” she slid the remote back to Tosh.

 “...so Ianto and I started delving into the archives to see if there was ever anything like this before...and we found several documented unexplained periods of rain – of course, they didn’t have half as much technology at their disposal so they could just be poor forecasting...anyway, in 1902 Newport had six days of non-stop rain, 1927 it was Swansea’s turn – eight days, 1955 Cardiff had a week, plus never-seen-before tornadoes...”

“I remember that...” Jack leant forward, a gleam appearing in his blue grey eyes as he wrinkled his brow in thought, stabbing absently at his empty mug with the spoon. “We were certain it was alien initiated or through the rift but no idea how...” He met Ianto’s gaze, the smile tugging at the corners of the young man’s mouth suggesting that there was more to this than his tired brain had yet assimilated... He shook his head briefly...”no...I know there’s something else but I can’t think...I need a rooftop!”

“The summer of 1976? No rain for fifteen weeks...” Ianto’s smile widened as illumination dawned.

“Weather Vanes!” Jack smacked the table, making everyone jump. “Of course, the reverse effect...”

“Will someone please explain for those of us who don’t speak geek!” A tired Owen was always a snarky Owen!

Jack leant forward “They’re ‘weather vanes’ but no-one knows their real name – they travel the universe seeking their partner...their one true soul mate. When they find them, they bond for eternity...“

“What do they look like?” Gwen was intrigued, despite the pounding headache from too much sugar and too little sleep.

“No-one knows – that’s the problem. They’re creatures of myth and legend whose mystical love stories play out against the stars – they’re not supposed to be planet bound. I’m guessing that this one got too close to our atmosphere and was pulled in by the gravitational field...or it could’ve been injured..?” he shrugged, “pure speculation...but that’s all we’ve got so it’ll have to do!”

“But you said it’s happy stuff so why is it raining?”

“Think about the traditional Swiss weather clocks – two little people: she comes out if it’s sunny, he comes out if it rains and never the twain shall meet! The reverse effect occurs here with our elusive weather vane...she’s stuck here on earth...Cardiff...and she’s broadcasting her sorrow at the lack of – or loss of – her mate which translates in our climate as non-stop rain...”

“...so in 1976 it was the male who was stranded...” Owen nodded his understanding. “But what about the tornadoes? That wasn’t usual..?”

“No, and it was only that one time as far as I can recall. They’re said to be very sensitive creatures so I’m assuming that something was done or said to upset them so we don’t take that risk...again just speculation...now we need to find her and her missing mate or Cardiff is going to drown. Any ideas?”

 “Did you notice if there were many people about when you went looking for that weevil earlier?” Ianto looked at Owen questioningly.

“No-one stupid enough to be out in that...” Owen scoffed, “only us...even the weevils had pissed off by the time we got there...”

“But if you were broadcasting a message then surely you’d be out looking for a reply..?” Ianto pondered thoughtfully before looking at the others, “...stands to reason that sensible people will be indoors so if there’s someone out alone it might well be our missing vane...”

“Makes sense...” Tosh agreed.

“So how are we going to...oh fuck! I’ve only just got dry!” Owen hung his head as he realised they’d be going back out into the rain.

Ianto glanced at the weary faces around the table. He gathered the empty mugs and slipped out of the room. Moments later he was back with shot glasses and Jack’s decanter. Plonking it on the table, he poured five shots of the amber liquid and handed them one each. Lifting their glasses, they downed their shots, feeling the warmth of the smoke-infused whisky as it burned down their throats and settled in their bellies like tiny fires as it spread outwards.

“Good call, Ianto, now let’s go... oh and Owen, don’t think I haven’t noticed your little drinking habit these last couple of days!” He shook his head, “you drink any more of my best whisky and you buy the next bottle!” He chuckled as Owen swore profusely under his breath, reaching for his still sopping coat...

 

Bundled up in coats, boots, scarves and gloves they hit the streets, comm. units activated as they split up to cover as much of the city in as little time as possible. By the time they’d been out an hour they were cold, wet through and the whisky fires had long since gone out...

The few people they’d seen were quickly eliminated as potential aliens and allowed to continue rushing to their destinations. After another forty minutes when they were all numb from the waist down, Jack called everyone to return to the hub, they’d get some rest and try again tomorrow.

As he and Gwen approached the Tourist Information Office from different directions they became aware of a lone figure leaning on the railing looking out over the rain-lashed murky grey of the bay. At this distance it was hard to tell age or even gender...

“Jack...”

“I see it, Gwen. Wait where you are....”

Gwen stepped back behind the building, blinking the incessant rain out of her eyes. Jack came up behind her and they peered round the corner. The figure hadn’t moved. “Tosh, Owen, Ianto...” Jack pressed his comm. unit. “Got a potential target by the bay, get here fast as you can, use the lift and monitor...Gwen and I’ll approach it...”

Three quiet affirmatives sounded in his ear and he nodded at Gwen, offering her his arm “shall we?”

She grinned and linked her arm through his, “lovely day for a stroll by the bay..!”

As they got closer they could see it was the figure of an elderly woman, her face worn and lined. They stopped a short distance away from her and looked out over the sea. Glancing sideways through his eyelashes Jack noted that the figure hadn’t moved or noted their presence in any way. “I love watching the sea on a rainy day, don’t you?” he said conversationally.

Unusual amber eyes flickered briefly in his direction before they resumed their unseeing gaze over the water. Jack nudged Gwen and nodded briefly.

“That dowdy old woman is a weather vane?” Gwen hissed incredulously, “I thought she’d be beautiful, not an...”

“Shut up, Gwen!” Jack was furious. After his warnings earlier...

It was too late. The figure turned towards them, expression set as those amber eyes swirled dangerously, reds and golds deepening their hue until they were like molten lava... A gnarled old finger lifted to point at Gwen who was now gaping like a goldfish.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean...” she gasped as Jack pushed her behind him, standing tall to face the enraged vane.

“She meant no disrespect...she’s young and has much to learn of the old ways...” he offered, spreading his arms in a gesture of openness.

The vane eyed him thoughtfully before crooking her finger and Jack was thrown aside to land in a breathless heap in a deep puddle. Gwen froze as the finger pointed at her once more. She saw the spark in the old woman’s eyes and dived sideways as a burst of energy shot from the extended finger, passing over her head to hit a young couple as they hurried through the rain, heads bent forward. The blast hit them and they disintegrated instantly, nothing to show they’d ever been there.

“Oh fuck!” Owen’s voice in their ears confirmed the others had been watching from inside the hub.

Gwen stood and faced the old woman. “I’m so very sorry...” she whispered, “and those people didn’t deserve to die so if you have to kill me I won’t resist...”

“Gwen...” Jack watched helplessly as the vane approached and stopped inches from the Welshwoman’s face. Gwen flinched but stood her ground. The old woman lifted her finger, pointing it at Gwen’s heart.

A tear trickled down Gwen’s face and she closed her eyes, mouthing her husband’s name. With her eyes shut she missed the damping down of the fire in the vane’s own eyes as they returned to their previous amber colour. The finger moved to track the tear, Gwen jumping when it touched her face, her eyes flying open.

“You have love...always stay true to him...” the voice was soft and mesmerising and filled the air around them. The old woman moved back and raised her arms over her head, spinning round, faster and faster until she was a blur, finally forming a tornado-type funnel that lifted off the ground and retreated up unto the sky until it closed in on itself and was gone. Moments later the rain stopped.

For a second or two there was silence, before the yells of the team sounded over their comm. units. Jack strode over to fold Gwen into a hug as the others piled out of the Tourist Information door to join them, relief on their faces.

They stared up at the sky, watching as it cleared little by little. “Is it gone?” Owen wondered aloud.

Tosh tapped her PDA. “I think so – those weather patterns have completely dispersed and we’re back to the forecast again...looks like rain tonight!” She smiled, “okay, cloudy, but dry!”

Jack ushered them all back inside. “Tosh, run a full check please, track everything until it vanished, Owen sort out towels and dry clothes for everyone, Ianto, coffee all round please...” he paused, “Gwen, my office...now” he added, the anger barely contained.

The others exchanged glances and hurried to their assigned tasks as Jack slammed his office door.

“What the fuck were you doing out there? And just what part of don’t upset them did you not understand? You realise that because of you two innocent people are dead..?”

Down on the main level they could hear Jack’s voice rising as Gwen was well and truly vituperated into the middle of next week. Owen handed a towel to Tosh as Ianto descended the stairs to join them, a laden tray in his hands. He put it on top of the files by Tosh’s workstation and accepted a towel from the medic as Jack’s door flew open and Gwen ran out, sobbing hard.

Jack followed her out, a mix of hurt and fury on his face. He watched as she snatched up her bag and stumbled towards the roller door.

“And Gwen...I meant every word, got that?”

She paused and nodded before the door clunked shut behind her. The others looked at each other and then up at their Captain who rubbed his hand wearily across his face. “I told her I’d retcon her back to the seventies if she pulled a stunt like that again and she’s to find out who that couple were, tell their families and arrange a suitable memorial...” He sighed. “Tosh, Owen, get yourselves home soon as, Ianto...” a tiny smile flickered across his face, “I could really use that coffee now...and a towel!” He shook his head and water flew everywhere.

Ianto grinned, picked up their coffee and draped a second towel around his neck, heading up the stairs. The office door closed behind him. Jack took the tray, placed it on the desk and pulled the Welshman into his arms as he buried his face into the young man’s neck to immerse himself in everything that was Ianto. Ianto’s arms closed around him and held him tightly.

They remained motionless for long minutes until the cold seeping through their soaked clothing forced them apart. As Ianto began stripping off his clothes, Jack sloshed some whisky in their coffee, swirling the remaining amber liquid around in the decanter before setting it back down.  He joined Ianto in removing his clothes and they picked up their mugs and climbed down the ladder. Moments later they were pressed up against each other in the shower as the steaming water cascaded down on them, sharing gentle kisses as the warmth penetrated their cold bodies.

Drying each other carefully they slid into bed and snuggled up, kissing softly as they fell into an exhausted sleep. Later that night Jack drank the last of the whisky himself before returning to the warm arms of his Welshman to kiss him into oblivion as they shared the lingering rich smoky flavour of the drink on Jack’s tongue and the temperature in the bunker rose...

End   

    

 

  

 


zazajb: (love me)

Title: The beauty inside...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   An alien contact and a new way of seeing things... Words 2600

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 #16 - Theme: Apocalypse; nonplus, mucilaginous, table-lamp ‘What we need is a ...’

 A/N1 For [livejournal.com profile] missthingsplace  birthday - have a good one hun xxx

Gggrrr, been trying to post this for the past hour - keeps freezing - technology *growls*

 

The beauty inside...

“Talk to me Tosh..!” Jack slung the SUV around another tight bend as the team hung on to their seats, groaning when various parts of their bodies collided with the hard surfaces inside the car.

“It’s still in the park, moving towards the woods...same speed, same readings...it could still go off at any minute...” Tosh gasped somewhat breathlessly as she found herself squashed against the door by Owen at another violent swerve of the SUV.

“Sorry Tosh...” Owen grunted, muttering “Christ, Harkness, try not to kill us on the way to the Apocalypse – I want to be there to see the world go up!” under his breath, forgetting completely that he had his comm. unit on so he was broadcasting to everyone...

Jack just grinned and glanced in the mirror, his blue grey eyes meeting a pair of crystal blue ones that danced with amusement as the Welshman braced himself against the bulkhead. The Harkness grin intensified and he tugged forcefully at the steering wheel again as they wove in and out of the rush hour traffic.

Screeching to a halt, they flung the doors open and spilled out, immediately falling into the well-practiced cover-advance-cover formation as they closed in on the signal.  Tosh checked the portable scanner and indicated the copse of trees at the far end of the expanse of grass. Keeping formation, guns drawn, they moved carefully towards the unknown. At the edge of the woods they split up and slipped behind the cover from the thick old trunks. “No heroics people...this thing could blow any moment and I’d like to take everyone home safe if we can...” Jack spoke quietly, four brief acknowledgments returning over the comms.

“It’s moving again...” Tosh whispered into their ears, “...coming your way Ianto...looks like there’s a clearing up ahead...”

They heard it before they saw it, mechanical beeps and an unknown language drifting on the light breeze. Peering from behind their respective trees they got their first glimpse. “Oh wow, it’s an Imperial probe droid...” Ianto breathed, obvious awe in his voice.

“And just what the fuck might one of those be?” Owen was snarky.

“You really need to watch Star Wars...” as the medic scoffed in dismissal. “In fact, if we survive this encounter I’m going to tie you to a chair, gag you and personally make sure that you’ll recognise every future reference to some of the best sci-fi cinematography that’s ever been made!”

“I’d like to see you try!” the sarcasm was biting

“So would I – he’s good at the tying up...we’ve had a lot of fun...I remember last week in the Tourist office when he...” Jack’s leer was evident, even from behind the foliage as Gwen’s smothered snort of laughter echoed in their ears

“Er, the alien..? It’s right next to you, Ianto!” Tosh’s hushed whisper interrupted their dialogue.

“Shit! Yan? Stay very still, no sudden moves...” Jack moved swiftly through the trees towards the Welshman’s position.

Ianto turned slowly to face the strange metallic object. Close up it really did look like something from a movie – about three feet tall and hovering two feet off the ground. He felt a minute tremor as it scanned him and then it moved away to the centre of the clearing.

Two strides and Jack was by Ianto’s side, barely disguised panic on his face, “...are you okay? What did it do to you?” He grasped the young man by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, searching anxiously for any sign of trauma.

“I’m fine, it didn’t do anything, I...” Ianto’s words were cut off as Jack’s mouth crashed against his own and he was kissed hard, relief merging with passion as their tongues danced and they melted against each other...

The probe spun and emitted a series of high pitched beeps, spinning faster and faster until it was just a blur.

“Everyone get back, the readings are off the scale...it’s going to blow!” Tosh’s eyes widened in horror as the scanner predicted an imminent explosion, “less than a minute...”

Jack released a breathless Ianto and grabbed his hand, “you heard it, people, move back...” he ordered as the probe rose several feet higher into the air and exploded, the sound wave shorting out their comm. units and showering them and the surrounding area with mucilaginous gloop as shards of alien metal rained on them like confetti.

Owen wiped his face with his hand disgustedly, “Okay, tea boy, what the fuck did you do to it?”

“Nothing...”Ianto frowned, “it was like there was something reaching out for just a moment...but...” he shrugged and turned to face the acerbic medic, unable to prevent the awed “wow, Owen!” that fell from his lips at the sight before him.

“Yeah, yeah, covered in alien crap...again..!” Owen’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the Welshman who was gazing at him like he’d never seen him before. “What? I know – what we need now is a magical sonic shower to clean all this muck off or don’t your precious sci-fi shows have anything that practical..?” A pissed off Owen was always a sarcastic Owen! “What? Why are you staring at me like that? Have I suddenly grown another head or...or...” Owen’s voice died away as Ianto reached out to stroke the side of his face, the touch gentle, almost reverent.

“You’re amazing...did you know that Owen..? A prize prat, but still amazing...” He tugged the stunned medic in for a hug as the others gazed at them nonplussed.

“What’s wrong with him?” Gwen hissed as they exchanged glances. “Jack?”

“I don’t know...he’s right about one thing though, Owen, you’re definitely a prat!” Jack joked lightly.

“Ha, bloody ha!” Owen wriggled out of Ianto’s arms, “I prefer tea boy’s other observations!” His eyes met Jack’s, seeing the worry in them. “Let’s get back to the hub and get cleaned up, then I can check everyone out in case this probe’s had any unusual effects...” he nodded imperceptibly towards Ianto, acknowledging the Captain’s concerns.

“What about all this?” Gwen waved her hand at the trees dripping slime and the tiny bits of metal covering the undergrowth and lodged in the foliage.

Jack paused, anxious to get Ianto back to the hub. “I think we’re far enough off the beaten track here to leave it to nature...” he indicated the heavy rain clouds swirling overhead. “Let’s go...”

As the others began moving back through the woods Ianto stood staring after them, trying to make sense of the strange sensations in his head as he looked at each of his colleagues. When he’d looked at Owen, it was like someone had been messing with the balance levels on a cd player – the treble was drowning out the true bass beat that pulsed below it...the beat that was comforting and familiar and rock solid and make him feel safe in its presence..

From Tosh he’d felt warmth and softness with a hidden vibrancy like the essence of a new day – that perfect early morning sunrise...it drew a fond smile to his lips and he knew he’d happily die for her if it came to it...

Gwen was a mass of contradictions – there was dark and prickly entwined with swirling masses of shimmering pink cotton candy and he knew instinctively that he could trust her with his life...with all their lives...yet there was an underlying conflict between them that wove itself into everything else at the deepest level...muted, but always there... He frowned as he attempted to trace it back to its source, biting absently on his bottom lip, his gaze moving to the final member of the team...

In a flash he understood as he finally looked at his Captain and the universe imploded in his head. It was like every corny movie he’d ever watched – fireworks and orchestras set against a backdrop of something sweeter, like honey...and then there was a rush of...of.. He had no words for it, but it was wonderful and intoxicating and he wanted to immerse himself in it – like dancing in the rain or wrapping himself in a freshly laundered duvet...it drowned his senses and made him giddy...

Ianto!” he jumped as he realised Jack was calling his name and he dragged himself reluctantly back to the present. “You coming..?”

“Oh, yes Sir...sorry!” he hurried after the others, passing Jack without looking at him, distracted by the sudden tingle under his skin as he came within arms reach...

The drive back to the hub was subdued, the team still in shock at the lack of berating from the Welshman when they all piled back into the SUV dripping slime all over the pristine upholstery. Something was definitely troubling the young man...

Truth was, Ianto was so distracted by the way he was drawn to the dynamic Captain that he barely registered the others, or their questioning glances, caught up in the delicious way his heart beat faster and his breath hitched every time he caught those blue grey depths flick towards him in the mirror.

They showered and changed swiftly, each submitting to a check up from Owen and if Ianto’s took three times as long as everyone else’s, the Welshman didn’t comment on it, docilely following all of the Doctor’s instructions and holding his arm out as blood was taken. Eventually, Owen ran out of tests to do and released the young man, watching as he ascended the steps elegantly and made his way into the kitchen.

The coffee was as perfect as ever, delivered with a smile and accompanied by Tunnock’s teacakes, a particular favourite sweet treat of Jack’s, before the young man retreated to clean the SUV thoroughly and finally settle in the archives...

Watching him closely on the CCTV, Jack was reassured to see no outward signs of disturbance, despite Owen’s assurance that he could find nothing amiss...noting, in fact, the opposite, as frequent smiles were directed towards the blinking cameras – Ianto was obviously aware he was being watched...  

Long after the others had packed up and gone home, Ianto delivered a final coffee to Jack’s office to find the Captain involved in a rather intense discussion with the UNIT Commander about reallocation of resources on the phone. Usually, they’d chat and kiss and touch and kiss some more...frequently Ianto found himself down in the older man’s bunker where they enjoyed each other’s company in every way imaginable. On these nights Ianto would stay, spending the night wrapped in his Captain’s arms...

These nights had become more and more frequent of late, both aware that the casual arrangement was becoming something more, neither daring to voice it... Ianto knew without doubt that he loved Jack and had done for a very long time. Today’s encounter with whatever that thing had been had merely served to underline all the reasons why he loved this handsome and dynamic man and he ached to be pressed up against him, to be kissed into oblivion and to drown himself in the intoxicating sense of everything that was Jack...

He contained his disappointment, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to fling himself on the man and headed home to his empty flat... He was on tenterhooks all night, checking his phone, listening for a knock at the door...something...anything to show that Jack was thinking of him... Finally, after a tasteless meal for one from the freezer, a cup of Jack’s favourite blend – well it was one way to feel closer to the man he was missing so acutely – he took himself off to bed, tossing and turning in his lonely bed that felt way too big after Jack’s tiny bunk, until he fell into a restless sleep.

He wasn’t sure what had woken him until he heard a quiet footstep in the living room. Still half asleep he grabbed the table-lamp from the bedside and up-ended it as a suitable weapon, knowing his gun was in its holster slung over the back of a dining chair under his jacket. Creeping forward he paused by the bedroom door, head on one side as the footsteps also halted and the door was pushed slowly open. A shadowy hand and arm preceded further body parts across the threshold.

Ianto held his breath and raised the lamp, ready to bring it crashing down on his night-time prowler. Inches away from a bone crushing impact he caught a whiff of fifty-first century pheromones and gasped aloud, a matching intake of breath from his Captain. “Jack! What are you doing creeping around at...” he blinked at his watch, “...twenty past bloody three in the morning..?”

“I missed you tonight. I would’ve been here earlier but after that wretched call there were several rift alerts – nothing major – a couple of weevils and some space junk – and then a pesky Graske led me on a...”

Ianto dropped the lamp to the floor and pressed a finger to the other man’s lips, silencing him. “Just shut up, Jack and kiss me..!” he rasped throatily as he reached out to haul the Captain towards him, fisting his hands in that awesome coat as Jack’s arms slid one around his waist and the other to the back of his neck... He moaned happily as their lips met and melted into the embrace, opening his mouth to Jack’s probing tongue as his senses swam and everything slotted into place...Jack was where he should be...was meant to be...he knew that now – the probe had told him and it all made perfect sense.

They came up for air only when self preservation demanded they breathe and rested against each other, panting softly.

“That probe...it touched you didn’t it – you saw us like you’d never seen us before...” Jack’s whisper against Ianto’s ear sent delicious shivers of desire coursing through his body. “I saw it in your face...what did you see?”

“What was it? You knew – but you never said?” Ianto countered with his own question.

“It was a Yerren probe – they’re from the future and many light years from home and I’ve no idea how it got as far as earth in the twenty-first century... Anyway, the Yerren people – gentle empathic  humanoids – sent these probes out to find other races that were compatible with themselves – radiation from their sun had made their men infertile and they needed new life if their species was to survive...”

“What happened? Did it work?”

“No...their sun went supernova and wiped out their entire solar system – it really was Armageddon for them. Those probes are the only part of their way of life that exists...you realise that it marked you as a suitable candidate – it saw how beautiful you are...”

“Men aren’t beautiful, Jack...”

You’re beautiful...inside and out, but the probe was looking for inner beauty and it saw what I see...” he pulled back to gaze deeply into the Welshman’s eyes, “you are beautiful and I love you, Ianto Jones...”

Fisting his hands into Jack’s hair, Ianto crushed their lips together and devoured the older man’s mouth hungrily as they staggered backwards to tumble in a tangled heap onto the bed before Jack explored every beautiful inch of his Welshman and they floated on a wave of ecstasy amongst the stars...

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Don’t tell me it’s too late...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers : Set during and after KKBB
Summary: Jack’s back and struggling to find the words to talk to Ianto about their relationship... Words 3150

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, neither do I own the song or singer.
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song by Josh Groban http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FPA8DHdia8

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

A/N1 This has been crashing around in my head for days and was getting in the way of everything else so I gave in and pinned it to the keyboard! Hope you enjoy.

 

Don’t tell me that it’s too late...

Jack was back. That familiar grin, the coat and those bloody 51st Century pheromones... Ianto knew he was gaping and there was nothing he could do to stop himself. But the thing he hated most of all was knowing that despite being totally pissed at the way he’d just left them....left him after kissing him like that – now that was more than a part-time shag kiss – he still wanted to fling himself into his Captain’s arms and snog his face off...shit!

Their eyes met and he caught a myriad of emotions lurking within those blue grey depths – pain, grief, guilt, relief and delight all fighting for dominance. He bit his lip and dropped his gaze, feeling the other man’s eyes lingering...burning into the back of his skull as he turned away, biting down hard on his bottom lip. He ignored his increased heart rate and the butterflies that had suddenly invaded his stomach and concentrated on the clear up required at the scene. By the time the room had been cleared of dead Blowfish, the curtains sponged clean of splattered Blowfish brains and the family treated for shock, gunshot wounds and then retconned, it was late and he was knackered.

The drive back to the hub was made in uneasy silence, each of the team lost in their own thoughts, assessing their own reactions to the return of their erstwhile dynamic leader. It wasn’t until they fell into their familiar, sans Jack, routine that the emotions churning under the surface burst through when Jack chanced a light-hearted remark about coping without him and he got it...both barrels!

“You left us, Jack – we knew nothing...” Gwen shoved at his chest.

“I know...I’m sorry”

“Where did you go?”

A flicker of a smile crossed his face and the warmth in his eyes tore at Ianto’s heart, the knife twisting in his gut at his words, “I found my Doctor...”

“Did he fix you?” Owen was snarky.

“What’s to fix? You don’t mess with this level of perfection!” the typical Jack response accompanied the trademark Harkness grin, but the smile never reached his eyes Ianto noticed, shadows lurking behind the facade...

“You’ll go back to him...” the words were out of Ianto’s mouth before he realised he’d spoken aloud.

Hurt flashed across that handsome face, “I came back for you...” he looked into Ianto’s eyes, reading suspicion and uncertainty before the Welshman dropped his gaze. Jack gulped. “All of you,” he amended hastily as he noticed the hostile looks from the others...

They’d had no time to ponder on anything Jack had said – or not said – as Captain John Hart was upon them with his swagger and sarcasm, paralysing lip gloss and slightly smaller wrist strap which he over compensated for with a vastly larger ego. Ianto hated him on sight, even more so when he learned of the past relationship with their Captain.

“We were partners...”

“In what way?”

“In every way...”

He cursed under his breath realising that this psychopath with his chiselled cheekbones and quick wit was an ex-lover and judging by the looks he was giving Jack, he was all for renewing that intimacy. Could the day get any better? Apparently so, because after the surprise of an uncertain and quite endearingly hesitant Jack asking him out on a date as they searched an office for Captain-bloody-Hart’s elusive cluster bombs, he found himself with a new nickname and a face full of Hart’s gun. Cursing himself for being caught out so easily, he surrendered his own weapon and raced to find the others when Hart forced him into the elevator with a promise to shoot on sight if he returned.

It was some comfort to discover that the team, though beaten, bloody and poisoned, were alive. Jack, after another death courtesy of a shove off the roof by a bitter and rejected Hart, was able to stun his ruthless and murderous ex-partner into finally telling the truth and with much high drama, handcuffs and a last minute dash with some innovative quick thinking by Owen, Captain John Hart was sent back from whence he came and now they all had to avoid themselves for twenty four hours...bloody fantastic!

In the two weeks that had passed since that day, Jack had resumed his leadership, in some respects almost as if he’d never left...save one... Although he’d asked Ianto out on a date, nothing more had been mentioned and Jack had been distant with him ever since. He missed the intimacy they’d had before Jack had left with the Doctor and despite the hurt, he couldn’t help but long for the days when they’d share a coffee after the others had gone, share stolen kisses around the hub and long passionate love-making down in Jack’s bunk...in the hot house...in the archives...in Jack’s office...

His hands followed their well practiced and familiar routine as he sorted out the last afternoon coffee round with the images from a particularly hot session filling his mind as he was pressed up against the kitchen door whilst the others were at their desks. It had been a near miss with that weevil, the scrape down the side of his neck a testament to that fact and Jack had been in his arms, kissing him with an urgency and passion that had them both fighting back the tears as the realisation of just how close that had been...

He bit back a sob. He’d give anything for a moment like that now. Jack was back, but he was a hollow empty shell of the man he’d been before he went away...broken and Ianto didn’t know how to reach him. A lone tear escaped and he brushed it aside impatiently, concentrating on making Jack’s favourite blend...

In his office, Jack watched his Welshman on the CCTV and once again the pang of longing was enough to make him wince. He reached a trembling finger out to stroke the image on the screen. There was so much he wanted to say to him, the need to wrap him into his arms and kiss him into the next universe was a constant physical ache but after the incident with Hart he didn’t know where to start. Every day he resolved that this was the day he said something, anything to get Ianto back, even if it was only for friendship...he missed their easy banter and those quiet coffees at the start and end of the day, missed the sparkle in those blue eyes as they teased him and the warmth of his body pressed close as they snuggled in his tiny bunk after a mind blowing session of hot lovemaking.

He closed his eyes and imagined himself tugging the young man onto his lap when he delivered his coffee, planned the words he was going to say for all the times I tried for this...and every chance at you I missed... How to explain why he’d gone I’ve been known to go my way... How to say that only the thought of Ianto had kept him fighting on the Valiant...but I confess, it made me miss you more... Oh, the bitter irony – all that time denying his feelings...I drew my line across the sand refusing to admit that he loved this wonderful Welshman...he didn’t do love, not for so very long now...it’s better that way...and set my flag in no-man’s land...

Finding himself alone and shackled in that grimy boiler room his thoughts returned time and time again to that face, that cute button nose, deliciously pink lips and those gorgeous Welsh vowels. He’d meant that kiss, then he’d left him behind, only to find a piece of his soul missing - this quiet and unassuming young man had ducked all his barricades to settle firmly in his heart and the image of him smiling had burned brightly with every death and agonising return to life. How naive he’d been to assume that they could just resume on his return...but here I am, the one-man-band, with a song that’s meant for two...

The sight of his Welshman wiping away a tear filled him with both hope and guilt...hope that Ianto was hurting as much as he was because he wanted more than the stilted working relationship they had at present and then the heavy burden of guilt knowing that he’d caused the hurt in the first place. He shifted miserably in his chair. This had to stop – he needed to know for both their sakes. He watched as Ianto loaded the tray with mugs and what looked like chocolate brownie, his favourite...all those little ways Ianto was reaching out to him and he’d not noticed, so busy looking at the big picture he’d missed the important things, but now he could see clearly...and there is a light from a higher window shining down on you tonight...

Ianto was now in the main hub, handing coffee and cake round to the others. Jack snapped off the CCTV and tugged a file towards him in an attempt to look busy when the young man arrived, in reality staring unseeingly at the sheets in front of him, his attention fixed on the door and the sure certainty that he was going to put things right between them. He ached to hold him, to kiss those soft and sensual lips and run his fingers through his hair...

He heard the measured steps approaching and held his breath. Ianto tapped lightly on the door and came in. “Coffee, sir...” those Welsh vowels caressed his ears and sent a surge of heat to his groin. He looked up into the younger man’s eyes, saddened to see the usually sparking blue dulled with pain. He reached his hand out, only to have his coffee placed carefully into it. Their fingers brushed briefly and he felt the tingle of electricity at the skin to skin contact, his breath hitching as he looked to see if Ianto had felt it too. The spark in those gorgeous blue depths urged him on as he used his other hand to plonk the mug on the desk whilst retaining hold of Ianto’s hand.

“Jack...I...”

“Ianto...I...” they both spoke at the same time, both faltering and looking away.

Ianto bit his lip anxiously, the action sending a stab of fear through the older man and he tightened his grip on Ianto’s captive hand, tugging him closer. “Ianto...I’m...fuck!” Jack swore, sounding more like Owen than himself, as the rift alarm blared out and Ianto pulled his hand away, retreating down to Tosh’s workstation. Jack cursed expressively under his breath and kicked his desk as he followed in the Welshman’s wake.

“What is it Tosh?” he snapped, the tone drawing raised eyebrows from the team.

“Hoix at Cardiff Central station, causing chaos judging by the reports coming in from numerous sources...” Tosh looked searchingly at him, “we can handle it if you want..?” she let the question hang, gently reminding him they were no longer the innocents he’d left behind.

“No, thanks, Tosh...sorry...I was just in the middle of something important...” his eyes flickered towards Ianto who was moving towards the coat stand, “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. We’ll all go...” at least he could keep his Welshman close. He moved swiftly to where Ianto held his coat out as always, slipping into the heavy wool and leaning into the touch as the young man smoothed the fabric over his shoulders in that intimate and familiar way. It would be okay, this was just a temporary setback...wasn’t it?

It was gone eight o’clock by the time they’d dealt with the Hoix and retconned everyone who’d seen it – which ended up being a very large number of people as the creature had led them a merry dance across platforms and live lines, eventually being cornered in the lost luggage office after following a temping trail of sandwiches and biscuits commandeered from several different vendors. The others did their reports as quickly as possible and split, declining offers of coffee. Jack slumped in his chair as the roller door clunked into place behind them.

He rubbed his hands tiredly over his face – he might not need as much sleep as most normal people, but a year of incessant torture had left him world weary, coupled with long lonely hours on a rooftop every night since he’d been back...he closed his eyes and moments later he was asleep.

When Ianto had finally finished settling their new guest in the cells and made it to Jack’s office with the coffee it was approaching ten. He smiled softly at the sight of his sleeping Captain, picking up his greatcoat from the sofa where Jack had dropped it and draped it carefully over him. He pressed a barely-there kiss to the older man’s temple before scribbling a quick post-it and left.

Jack opened his eyes slowly, wondering why he felt so warm. He groped at his coat and sat up. A quick glance at the clock told him it was just after midnight. Damn! He shouldn’t have fallen asleep...Ianto, he needed to talk to Ianto...if it wasn’t too late... Shaking his head to clear the last vestiges of sleep, a flash of neon pink post-it caught his eye and he grabbed it off the desk. As he read it, a relieved smile spread across his face.

Sweet dreams Sir, it’s a brand new day tomorrow and the world can wait a little longer! I

Digging in his pocket he fished out his mobile and his finger hovered over #1 on speedial. He frowned and jammed the phone back into his pocket as he stood and shrugged into his coat. Moments later he was speeding to Ianto’s. Nervous adrenalin kept him moving up the stairs two at a time until he stood outside the Welshman’s front door and he hesitated before knocking, his hand hovering in mid air. What if he was asleep, or in the shower or...

As if in answer there were sounds of movement from within and he could hear the Goddess Ella’s ‘Ev’ry time you say goodbye’ wafting out into the quiet hallway...and the music floats on the breeze... Taking this as a sign he knocked softly...bringing an easier time...

The door opened slowly and Ianto gazed at him hopefully. He looked utterly beautiful – jacket off, waistcoat undone and hanging open, tie swinging loose and the top buttons of his shirt freed to reveal a tempting glimpse of soft downy hair.

Jack gulped and held out the post-it “...it’s tomorrow now...” he managed to rasp...and all of our cards are on the table...

Ianto smiled, the corners of that perfect mouth curving just a little, and stood back, leaving the invitation unspoken...tell me what you want to do...

A  step, or two, and the door closed behind him as they looked at each other. Jack opened his mouth but nothing came out, horror filling his eyes as he struggled to find the words he so desperately needed to say...just don’t tell me that it’s too late...

Ianto’s smile softened and he held out his arms, their mouths crashing together as Jack threw himself into them and wrapped his Welshman into a tight embrace...for me to love you...as they kissed hungrily, tongues tangling fiercely as each reacquainted itself with the taste of the other.

That kiss was like air to a drowning man and Jack put every feeling and emotion he’d tried to vocalise these past weeks, hands raking up and down the young man’s body...how perfect we were meant to be...each melting into the other as two parts of a puzzle...our warm and silent symmetry... As they panted and moaned and kissed, the kiss deepening with every swipe of tongue across pink and swollen lips it was like they’d never been apart...it’s times like these when all, all we need, is to be reminded...

With every moment in Ianto’s arms, every flick of his tongue and every touch of his hands the memories of that boiler room faded away...and I have flown a thousand miles, to empty room and crowded aisles...and he knew that this was where he belonged...and we went from Cathedral bells to show and tell and ‘wish you well’s... They broke apart gasping for air, Ianto burying his head into Jack’s neck as he immersed himself in the blissful sensation of everything that was just Jack. He protested faintly when Jack pulled back to look at him...and I, I still look at you...the intense gaze seeming to penetrate deep into his soul to see all that he was. “God, Ianto...” and I am blinded...Jack breathed, “you’re so fucking beautiful...” I am blinded...

A trembling hand traced the outline of Ianto’s face, ghosting over his cheekbones, his nose and his lips, Jack’s eyes devouring the sight greedily...because there is a light from a higher window... “I thought about you all the time I was away...you were the one thing that kept me going – the thought that I was coming home for you...for us...shining down on us tonight...

He pulled the young man closer, bringing their lips together tenderly, smiling into the kiss as the track changed and ‘Someone to watch over me’ began to play...and the music floats on the breeze from an easier time... Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as the kiss deepened and hot fingers of desire spread through him, fisting his hands into his Captain’s hair and grinding their hips together...and all of our cards are on the table...

They came up for air, breath tiny pants, hearts racing, arousals straining against the restrictions of their trousers and their eyes met...tell me what you want to do...

Ianto gasped at the raw emotion in Jack’s eyes – hunger, feral want and love burning from those blue grey pools, pressing a finger against the older man’s mouth as he opened it to speak...just don’t tell me that it’s too late now...knowing what he was going to say and suddenly finding that he didn’t need to hear it – he already knew...for me to love you...

He reached for Jack’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “Show me...” he whispered as Jack’s mouth crashed onto his and they fell on to the bed in a tangle of limbs and he was kissed into oblivion...

End

 


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: (jack and the Dr)

Title: Lost inside of you: The newest star...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor [10]
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – Sad news and a visit from The Doctor [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 2450

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

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

A/N: My tribute to the brave and beautiful Elisabeth Sladen who lost her battle with cancer onTuesday. She will be sadly missed by DH/TW/SJA fans the world over. Thoughts are with her family and friends.

The newest star...

C’m here..! I am so going to spank you..!

You have to catch me first Jack...are you up to it old man?

Laughing helplessly, Jack gave chase once more as Ianto darted around the table and dodged into the bedroom. They faced each other on opposite sides of the bed, shared laughter bubbling in their heads as they panted breathlessly. Jack planted his hands on his hips triumphantly...now I’ve got you cornered!

He moved round towards his grinning Welshman, hands outstretched, only to groan as Ianto leapt on to the bed and was midpoint across it when Jack launched himself sideways to grab his partner’s ankles. Ianto came crashing down on top of the older man, driving every last breath out of them both as they lay gurgling, desperately trying to force air back into their lungs.

Ianto recovered first and struggled into a sitting position on the warm, still gasping body of his Captain. He ginned down at the other man...now who’s cornered? ....or should I say pinned down? He wriggled and made himself more comfortable, feeling his body react instantly to Jack’s beneath him.

Jack used this momentary distraction to full advantage by rocking wildly to flip them over and dragged Ianto over his knees. His hands scrabbled at the young man’s belt, button and zip, dragging his trousers and boxers down just enough to bare his backside before administering a couple of sharp slaps that made his hand sting.

Ianto gasped, part laughing, part extremely turned on as Jack then tickled his sides mercilessly before smacking his bare flesh once more...now who’s old? I’ll give you no stamina! You know that was a Blithinnt – no-one could catch that thing – they can leap entire buildings in the blink of an eye....I was letting him go..!

Yeah, right...you’d lost him by the second unit...Lois tracked him vanishing back through the rift another eight units over...as I said – no stamina, Jack!

You want stamina? You’re gonna regret that by morning because I’m going to take you hard and fast all night...

Promises, promises..!

Rolling Ianto over, Jack crashed his mouth onto the younger man’s kissing him with an urgency and passion that sent a hot surge of feral want cascading through them both as tongues explored possessively and nether regions stood proudly to attention... Ianto’s fingers tangled in Jack’s hair, keeping him close as teeth clashed and bodies burned with desire.

They broke briefly for air before diving straight back into hot, open mouthed kisses, hands dragging at clothing to tear each item off as quickly as possible... Jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he swore, groping blindly for his recently shed trousers without breaking their fiery kiss... if this is work it’d better be nothing less than the end of the universe...

He moaned as Ianto’s mouth latched on to the soft skin behind his ear as he squinted at the caller ID. “Sarah Jane...what can this lowly Captain do for such a beautiful lady as yourself..?” Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack’s most flirtatious tone. He concentrated on trailing his tongue across the other man’s throat and down his chest, one hand splaying out on his stomach, the other rolling a nipple between finger and thumb as his warm mouth closed over the other, sucking and nipping... He grinned as Jack’s thoughts merged with his own, on the way to complete coherence meltdown...he sucked and pinched that little bit harder...

He felt Jack’s sorrow like a body blow and sat up immediately to see his eyes swimming with tears that spilled out down his face as he reached to hold the younger man close, breathing in the reassuring scent that was just Ianto...

Ianto reached into Jack’s mind, catching his breath as he saw the reason for his distress... I’m so sorry, cariad...she was a beautiful lady...is there anything we can do..? Does Luke need anything..? He grimaced, sorry stupid question...  He moved to kneel behind his partner, sliding his arms tightly around him as he nuzzled into his hair and wrapped his mind around Jack’s...

The conversation lasted another ten minutes before Jack said goodbye after repeating their promise to do anything to help...”no matter what it is...day or night...”

He dropped the phone on the bed and turned into Ianto’s embrace, burying his face in the young man’s neck as he shared the sad news...all those aliens she fought against and it was cancer that took her...she didn’t tell anyone...even Luke... She left him a message with K9 to be played after her death...she’s made Mr Smith his legal guardian until his 18th birthday which is only a few weeks away...

The thought hit them simultaneously...The Doctor...

They heard the familiar grating noise of the TARDIS as they flung their clothes back on and raced outside to the back garden, both feeling the Timelord’s obvious distress as they stood by the door, hands clasped tightly, waiting...

If he’s not out in another five minutes we’ll go in...

Ianto nodded, reaching his mind out to the special connection he’d had with the Doctor since their traumatic journeys into Jack’s darkest memories...the Timelord had supported Ianto’s fragile mind so many times, giving him an enduring piece of himself – a golden thread linking him to a love and wisdom that burned at the heart of time... come out...please...

Tortuous sobbing met his gentle press. He tried again...please Doctor...we know...we loved her too...

The door opened slowly and the Timelord stumbled out, falling into their open arms to be wrapped into a mammoth hug as their minds curled around his, their warmth and love eventually slowing his heaving sobs. No words were spoken...none were needed, each felt every heartbeat of the others, every breath bringing them closer as one as the bonds of eternal friendship strengthened once more...

Finally, they released him and led him back indoors. Ianto made some himself and Jack a coffee and a mug of his special tea for the Doctor and followed the others into the living room where they flopped down onto the sofas and sipped their drinks as they each followed their own quiet memories of the beautiful and brilliant Sarah Jane Smith...

Gradually their thoughts merged, settling on the last time Ianto had seen her, laughing and blushing at Jack’s outrageous flirting at HM Garden Party the previous May. She had positively glowed with life and vitality, Luke proudly at her side... The Doctor sent a flash of a velvet black sky and an echo of the ethereal beauty of Ood song...I’d like to share my Sarah Jane with you...

Entwining their hands, Jack and Ianto followed the Doctor into his mind space, that familiar and breathtaking sense of all there was and all there possibly could be filling them with wonder... They walked over to join him in gazing up at the endless night, the distant stars and mystical beauty of far spun galaxies glittering above them...

“I first met Sarah Jane in my second regeneration – so the third ‘me’ if you like...oh you’re just gonna love the fashion, Ianto! I was suave in those days..! Sarah Jane was an investigative journalist impersonating her aunt to infiltrate a top secret research facility...” he smiled fondly, despite the sparkle of fresh tears in his eyes as the shadows swirled and images formed in the sky above them...

“She thought I was the enemy and snuck on board the TARDIS as a stowaway...she was so young and beautiful and I was struck by how passionate she was about the fight for what is right...she got caught up in the battle against the Sontarans...”

The Doctor looked up as the sky was filled with metal helmeted militaristic aliens crying out for the glory of battle and flashes of sonic blasters whooshed past their ears...

When we won I invited her to come with me and we travelled through space and time...it was good...and then we met the spiders...

Ianto shuddered and pressed closer to Jack as the space above their heads was filled with giant blue spiders. They watched as the Doctor fell to the floor and began pulsing with light...he was regenerating as Sarah Jane watched with wide eyes...

The ‘new’ Doctor was totally different – big floppy hat, expressive eyes, incredibly long colourful scarf and a taste for jelly babies...

The images flowed thick and fast – encounters with more Sontarans, the Cybermen and a terrifying episode with Davros as he created the Daleks...knowing what would happen in the Time War... In each adventure Sarah Jane shone as a beacon of everything to do with hope and loyalty and love...”all those best human qualities and she made me a better person...

I had to take her home when I was summoned home to Gallifrey – no humans allowed on my home planet then – I took her home but I didn’t forget her – I sent her K9 one Christmas so he could help her with her investigations – I was so proud of her for getting on with her life...

I never expected to see her again after the incident when she was transported to Gallifrey by Lord President Borusa to take part in the Game of Rassilon in The Death Zone...that was a close one...”

The images shifted again and reformed to show the Doctor as they recognised him in his current form. He was beaming a greeting as he was introduced to Sarah Jane Smith, reporter, doing a piece on Lucas Finch, the new Headmaster of a school whose amazing turnaround had some rather strange features...

The Doctor was a teacher...Mr Smith... “I had a friend who sometimes went by that name...” Sarah Jane spoke quietly.

“It’s a common name...” he offered, unable to shake the delighted grin off his face.

“He was an uncommon man...” she responded wistfully...

Of course, Sarah Jane didn’t recognise him until they met again, in the dead of night as each was taking their own investigation of the school a step further.

“I waited for you to come back...but you never did...I thought you were dead...” she burst out, adding the fact that instead of taking her home he’d left her in Scotland!

They watched as the two old friends embraced...my Sarah Jane...the warmth of the Doctor’s emotions washed over them, drawing fond smiles to each of their faces.

It was a bit frosty when Rose and Sarah Jane first met, both vying to be the one who laid claim to the Doctor’s heart – what they’d forgotten was the undisputed fact that a Timelord has two hearts and therefore there was one for each of them..! These barriers overcome, the two women became close friends very quickly, to both the joy, and dismay, of the sometimes bemused child of Gallifrey...

They chuckled when Mickey realised he was the modern equivalent to the ‘tin dog’ K9, now repaired by the Doctor and his sonic screwdriver... The brave dog sacrificed himself to blow the school up when it became clear that the aliens would not be thwarted or persuaded to abandon their plan to take charge of the building blocks of the universe by using the brains and souls of schoolchildren to crack the code...

At this farewell, Sarah Jane insists on a goodbye, sharing the fact that she never married...”there was this one man...he was kind of a tough act to follow...” They felt her joy when she discovered Mark IV K9 waiting for her when the TARDIS dematerialised...

The sky swirled for a final time to form the events of the Stolen Earth and Jack and Ianto watched as images of themselves appeared to play their part in the events of Davros’ attempts to destroy reality itself, the ‘Children of Time’ uniting to face down the threat in a thrilling and complicated rollercoaster ride that resulted in the Doctor-Donna and the destruction of the Daleks once again...

They watched the events play out through the twists and turns culminating in a wonderful journey home with everyone helping to fly the TARDIS as it towed the earth home to restore reality...

The Doctor’s tears fell freely as he watched himself hug Sarah Jane goodbye once more before she ran off happily, her final words, “...he’s only 14...” as she hurried back to her son, K9 and Mr Smith, the super computer who helped her protect her neighbourhood from alien threat...

Good bye Sarah Jane...my Sarah Jane...” he whispered as they tightened their arms around his narrow shoulders, their own tears falling silently down their cheeks...

The images cleared and the sky returned to velvet blackness as the Ood song filled their heads and hearts.

They stood, heads bowed for long minutes until the Doctor pulled himself gently from their embrace. “It’s time to say good bye again...” as he retreated from his mind space to return them to real time.

Ianto moved to the decanter to pour three glasses of single malt whisky. Handing each man a glass, they moved back outside into the garden. Three men: one immortal, one vastly extended lifespan, one Timelord [last of] raised their glasses to the clear night sky and toasted the newest star in the velvety heavens...rest in peace Sarah Jane...

End

Elisabeth Sladen 1948 - 2011

  


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

 
 


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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: (kiss mine jack ianto)

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

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

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

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

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

My confession

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes I am...all afternoon!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

 


zazajb: (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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zazajb: (only  him)

Title: New season, new hope, new life...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, minor mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A spring morning and an interesting chat over breakfast...gentle fluff! Words 1730

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 Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #12  - Theme: Spring; truncate, demonstrable, earth ‘It was a week before he could walk normally again’

 A/N 1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] wanda1969  a fellow hopeless romantic... *with love* xxx

New season, new hope, new life...

Jack drove his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath in, relishing the chill of the early morning air as he watched the sun rise over the city that he protected...his own tiny corner of this earth that he loved... A self indulgent smile lit up his face as he pictured all the reasons he adored this planet so much including the gorgeous Welshman currently sound asleep in his bed, thoroughly loved and sated...

He stood taller and gazed at the familiar landmarks as the pinks and golds of the sunrise kissed the rooftops and bathed the view in the promise a glorious spring day... He watched absently as the sun reflected off the water, reminding him of the dancing lights in Ianto’s crystal blue eyes...it was time... Turning abruptly, he made his way off the rooftop and back to the hub.

He slid quietly down the ladder and shed his clothes quickly, slipping in beside Ianto’s deliciously warm naked body, the Welshman snuggling in closer despite the cold hands and feet that wrapped around him as he mumbled drowsily, “weevil or rooftop?”

Brushing his lips softly against the young man’s neck Jack smiled – Ianto knew him so well! “...rooftop...glorious sunrise...”

“mmmnnn lovely, now go to sleep...” Ianto yawned and pressed back even closer as Jack entwined their fingers, smiling fondly as the younger man’s breathing evened out and he drifted back into peaceful slumber. Burying his face in Ianto’s hair, Jack closed his eyes and ran over his plans for the coming day, finally joining his Welshman in dreamland...

They woke again just before seven and shared soft kisses, fingers threading through sleep-tousled locks, content just to lie-in, snug and warm under the quilt. Eventually, pressure on their bladders forced them to stir from their cosy haven. Bodily needs dealt with, Ianto pulled on Jack’s shirt which was on top of the rapidly shed heap of clothing from the previous night and without bothering to button it up, headed barefoot to the kitchen to make them a coffee  - he loved this first blend of the day with just him and Jack; loved waking in his lover’s arms, kissing sweetly to welcome the new day... All in all, he concluded as he filled their mugs, he was content with his life...

Sliding down the ladder with practiced ease, the mugs balanced in one hand, Ianto made his way to the bathroom where Jack was waiting, the shower was running and the room was filling with steam. Taking his mug, Jack grinned and cupped one hand around the back of the Welshman’s neck, tugging him gently forward to capture his lips softly, the kiss tender and full of love. Ianto’s free hand settled in the small of the older man’s back and they lost themselves in the delicious sensation of slow and sensual kisses.

They pulled apart...gently, sharing warm breath, before taking gulps of their coffee, setting their mugs down and linking hands to squeeze into the shower cubicle where Jack kissed his young man tenderly, reverently, from head to toe, finally making love to him as the water cascaded down on them and Ianto floated on wave upon wave of pure pleasure... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other carefully.

Back in Jack’s bedroom, Ianto pulled a clean suit out of the wardrobe, surprised when Jack shook his head, “just us today, I gave the team the day off...rift predictor says nothing on the horizon for a few days so we’re going to grab a bit of down time while we can...it’s been a bit frantic lately and we’ve earned a rest...” he pressed their lips together lightly. “As soon as you’re dressed we’re going out for breakfast...”

It was a matter of minutes before they were both similarly attired in jeans and casual tops – Ianto’s a tight-fitting Blue Gillespie tee whilst Jack’s black Ed Hardy one had an impressive tiger’s head on it. They climbed up the ladder to find their jackets, Jack sliding into his coat that Ianto held out for him as usual, smoothing the fabric over his shoulders in their familiar and intimate routine.

They took the invisible lift, Ianto melting into his Captain’s arms to be kissed passionately as Jack’s tongue mapped his mouth with possessive intent and Ianto was moaning softly when they reached the Plas where he was released to step unsteadily off the stone, lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and seeing him so carefree and undone, Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

Linking their hands, they headed towards their favourite coffee bar. Deciding to sit outside in the gentle spring sunshine, Jack settled at a table and Ianto went inside to order their brioche and cinnamon blend coffee. Jack chatted to one of the regular waitresses as she cleared the table from the previous customer. When she moved away he opened the newspaper that had been left behind, turning straight to the crossword and was immersed in it when Ianto rejoined him with their mugs of coffee which he put down on the table before moving behind Jack to rest his chin on his Captain’s shoulder and slide his arms around him.

“They’ll bring the brioche out in a minute – there’s a fresh batch in the oven, almost ready... How’re you getting on?”

Jack held up the paper. “Not bad, stuck on two down – ‘to shorten by’, eight letters...cryptic clue ‘period clothes case precedes something eaten...any ideas?”

“...truncate...”

“huh?”

“period clothes case – trunk, something eaten – ate...truncate”

Jack filled in the letters, grinning, ”ok, how about nine across, ‘showing, visible’, twelve letters, starts with a d, ends in l-e...”

“what’s the cryptic clue?”

“Angels’ foe are within a dining piece...”

“...demonstrable...” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack frowned trying to follow the clue, “demons are the angels’ foe and if you put an ‘r’ in the middle of the word ‘table’ and fit it all together you get ‘demonstrable’” smiling as Jack filled in the letters triumphantly.

“How’d you know all this stuff..?”

“I know everything remember!” he pressed a soft kiss to the older man’s neck, releasing him as the waitress approached their table with their order – fresh brioche warm from the oven with some maple twists.

Jack immediately abandoned any further attempts to complete the crossword and concentrated on their breakfast. They ate contentedly, enjoying the sunshine and the simple normal-ness of the situation. Ianto glanced at the tubs of dancing tulips and daffodils arranged at intervals alongside the glass front of the shop. He chuckled. Jack followed his gaze and laughed, “...you thinking about Owen’s little brush with those alien tulips? He wasn’t impressed when we laughed at the attack on his gonads – poor sod! It was a week before he could walk normally again..!”

“At least we know it didn’t damage him permanently...Tosh looks good, pregnancy suits her... I hope they enjoy their long weekend away – I booked them into the Presidential Suite...” Ianto smiled fondly as Jack reached across the table to take the young Welshman’s hand, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles.

Looking up Ianto saw the waitress watching them intently. As she caught his eye she blushed and looked away and busied herself with clearing another table. “We’ve got an audience...” he murmured, “...she must think we’re hot!” he chuckled.

Jack squeezed his hand. “She’s waiting to see what you’ll say...” he gazed into Ianto’s beautiful blue eyes, the Welshman gasping at the depth of emotion blazing out of his Captain’s blue grey depths.

“Jac...” he broke off as Jack continued.

“Did you know that today is the first day of Spring? ‘course you do – you know everything!” he grinned nervously at the puzzled Welshman. “Back on Boshane, the first day of Spring was a National holiday...the new season symbolised new hope and new life...” He slipped from his chair and sank down onto one knee, still holding tightly on to Ianto’s hand.

“I love you Ianto Jones, just you...only you...would you share new hope and new life with me...will you...marry me?” His free hand delved into his coat pocket and bought out a small velvet box which he flipped open to reveal matching white gold bands.

Ianto gazed at his Captain, his mouth forming goldfish-like circles as he was rendered speechless. Neither noticed the other customers had fallen silent, all holding their breath to hear the young man’s answer...

With no words forthcoming from his stunned brain, Ianto flung himself into Jack’s arms and crushed their mouths together, kissing him with a passion that made the air surrounding them sizzle from the heat, hands cupping faces and tangling in hair until they broke off for air and Ianto found his voice “yesyesyesyesyesyes..!” as Jack slid the ring onto his finger and he did the same for Jack. Ianto jumped as the customers and waitresses clapped and cheered, along with a dozen or so passers by who’d stopped to watch the two men wrapped around each other on their knees.

Blushing profusely and grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Ianto got up from the floor and tugged Jack up with him, whispering in his ear as he leant down, “...take me to bed, Jack, make love to me...

Jack looked at the waitress, “...could we have the bill please?” he asked, knowing he was grinning inanely but unable to stop himself.

“Boss says it’s on the house...and congratualtions...”

“Thank you...” Both men smiled and wound their arms around each other’s waists as they left the coffee shop table and hurried back towards the hub. Once on the invisible lift they sank into a tight embrace as their lips met in a tender kiss. As the lift descended and he lost himself in Jack’s kisses, Ianto reflected that his life was now perfect...

End


zazajb: (kiss)

Title: Shut up...and kiss me!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, brief mention Tosh
Spoilers – none set s1
Summary: First real kiss... Words 1550

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

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

A/N Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] sariagray This is for you :D

A/N1 Check out my fic offer over at [livejournal.com profile] help_japan  – your chance to star in a TW fic...maybe you always fancied being a hero or a villain or getting up close and personal...now’s your chance! Please bid – it closes tomorrow! http://community.livejournal.com/help_japan/5198.html?page=6#comments [I was the last comment on page 6 but may shift to page 7 if other comments get replies]


Shut up...and kiss me!

Jack gazed at the rear view of his elusive Welshman as the object of his desires studied the latest in a long line of alien artefacts that had been slung unceremoniously into boxes and shoved out of sight on the lower levels for as far back as Jack could remember. Over the past few weeks Ianto had managed to sort and categorise an impressive number of objects and there was no doubt that he would bring order to the chaos that currently reigned below stairs...

For the moment, though, Jack was content to check out the tantalising vision of a jacket-less Ianto, the fabric of his blue pinstriped trousers stretched taut across that gorgeous arse as he bent over the artefact and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing strong manly forearms... Jack remembered how he’d gripped those arms as Ianto had rolled them over and over on the grubby floor of that warehouse the night they’d captured Myfanwy...he’d felt the attraction instantly – and the Welshman’s matching reaction... How they hadn’t just gone for it, there and then on the floor... He squirmed in his chair as his trousers became uncomfortably tight and dragged his thoughts away from the path of wicked temptation...

He steepled his fingertips together and leant back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on the figure working diligently on the screen as he pondered his feelings towards the young Welshman. They’d traded meaningful looks, suggestive comments and ‘accidental’ brushes of hands as Jack’s coffee mug changed ownership and that was it...so far... Moaning softly at the throbbing heat in his pants, Jack considered his own unusual actions – he’d never been as patient or as subtle before – by now he’d have had anyone else bent over his desk, enjoyed and, more than likely, forgotten already... Ianto Jones was different...he didn’t know how or why, but this one was special... Reluctantly he flicked off the screen and tried to concentrate on his reports as the day crawled slowly onwards.

The roller door clanked shut behind Tosh, who, as usual, was the last to leave. Jack hurriedly pulled open a file and arranged it as if he was working – in reality he’d been pacing his office watching Tosh and willing her to go home because the game never started until they were alone. He found he looked forward to these moments more and more as the days turned into weeks, and again, he surprised himself with his self control, allowing the young Welshman to set the pace...

Moments later Ianto appeared along the gantry – God he looked so hot in a suit...red silk tied at his throat... Jack’s brain went into meltdown as he pictured himself kissing his way down that pale neck, biting down just below collar level hard enough to leave a bruise...to mark him as his... His breath hitched as his entire blood supply fled southwards and he let out an involuntary moan...

Ianto’s footsteps got closer. Jack forced himself to look at the file in front of him, staring at the words without seeing any of them. “Coffee, sir?”

Those delicious Welsh vowels sent a fresh surge of heat to his groin and it took all his willpower to suppress another wanton moan.

“Thanks Ianto...” he pitched his voice low and glanced up, their eyes meeting momentarily and he was struck by the expression in the younger man’s deep blue pools – it was curiosity, hunger, desire, determination and nervousness all tangled up together. The Welshman blushed and looked away, reaching across his Captain to place the mug on the I      Wales coaster. He flinched when their arms touched and Jack noticed that Ianto was trembling as slim fingers released their grip on the steaming beverage.

Instinctively he grabbed the young man’s hand as it retreated slowly. Simultaneous gasps echoed around the office as both felt the electric charge when skin touched skin... Jack’s arms closed convulsively around the pinstripe clad Welshman and tugged him bodily into his lap, Ianto leaning automatically into the warmth of the embrace. As Jack bent his head to brush his lips against that delectable soft mouth he felt the young man freeze... Without loosening his hold around the other man’s waist, Jack moved one hand to stroke gently through Ianto’s hair, maintaining his proximity to those tantalisingly pink lips until he felt the Welshman begin to relax, relishing the heavy warmth of his body as it pressed against him...

The hand threading through his hair moved to caress the young man’s neck and face as Ianto snaked his arms around Jack’s neck to pull him closer, immersing himself in Jack’s 51st Century pheromones before their lips met and he sank into the kiss, opening his mouth tentatively as Jack nibbled his bottom lip and slid his tongue in to slow dance with his own. He let out a soft moan at the sensations coursing through him – he’d never been kissed like this before, nothing even came close to the knee-melting pulses of pleasure that left him tingling all over and he was bereft when Jack gently pulled away...

 

“You’re shaking...”Jack whispered, cupping the young man’s cheek and stroking it softly with his thumb.

 

“...not...” Ianto mumbled, unconsciously leaning towards Jack’s hand...his lips quivering and slightly parted, feeling a needy whimper building...

 

“...you want me to stop..?”

 

“...no...” pleading...

 

Jack leant in again and claimed Ianto’s lips with his own, softly, holding back, not wanting to scare the young man off. Ianto gasped against his mouth and pulled his Captain closer, deepening the kiss and sending his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of the older man’s mouth. Passions rising, they abandoned pretence and broke off for air, panting, before diving back in, the kiss hot and messy now, Jack tangling a hand in the young man’s hair, pressing him close...the world stopped turning as kiss followed kiss and his senses swam...

 

They pulled apart to draw breath and Jack pushed Ianto gently off his lap, guiding him to sit on the desk, files crumpled beneath him, forgotten completely... Moving into the gap between the young man’s knees, Jack wrapped his arms tightly around him, Ianto moaning with pleasure as his mouth was devoured once more by his Captain and his head spun...Jack was intoxicating, lips so responsive, kisses ranging from soft and sweet to hard and passionate, their bodies pressed together, twin arousal straining against the restriction of clothing as they lost themselves in the wondrous sensations of endless kisses... Hands ran over clothing and raked through hair as Jack plundered the Welshman’s mouth hungrily - the kiss hot and open mouthed, lips plump and slippery as they writhed against each other, tongues duelling wildly, hearts pounding in their chests...

 

They broke apart briefly to recharge their oxygen supply and sank straight back into more toe-curling, spine-tingling delicious kisses. One of Jack’s hands moved to frame Ianto’s face, cupping it lovingly as his fingers slid down the young man’s cheek and around the back of his neck.

Ianto’s free hand tangled in his Captain’s hair, holding him closer still, breathless pants and wanton moans lost as the two men kissed each other into oblivion...

 

Finally they pulled apart, gasping, and rested their foreheads together as they forced air back into their lungs. Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to gaze into his eyes, noting the lust blown pupils and the slightly glazed look... He pulled back a little more to drink in the sight of the Welshman – lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed and hair completely dishevelled...he looked edible...

 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time...” he breathed against the younger man’s ear, delighting in the shudder that rippled through the warm body in his arms as his lips brushed the skin with the lightest of touches, “...and I think you have too...judging by the responses...” Jack’s hands slid down Ianto’s back and cupped the cheeks of his backside, tugging him forward to the edge of the desk so he could grind their hips together.

 

Ianto let out a low moan as hot spikes of desire shot through him and he arched against his Captain, growling in a voice thick with want, “Just shut up, Jack...and kiss me..!” as Jack’s lips crushed against his own...losing themselves in the heady sensation of hot, wet, open mouthed kisses and the world around them faded away...  

 

End

This was left deliberately vague as to the team at the time and no episodes were referred to...so when do you think they had their first proper kiss???


zazajb: (coming home)

Title: These things I miss
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers : set start s2/KKBB
Summary: their thoughts when apart while Jack’s with the Doctor... Words 1400

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time; I also don’t own the song or Matt Nathanson...
A/N Inspired by the song ‘Come on get higher’ sung by Matt Nathanson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHx4BlF6V2o

This is for [livejournal.com profile] aviv_b  and [livejournal.com profile] chocolatenianto who both have birthdays this week - happy days ladies *birthday hugs*

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

 

These things I miss

Ianto rubbed a weary hand over his eyes as he turned off the computer screen. Slumping back in Jack’s chair, his fingers trailed absently over the lines of the desk as he gazed into the distance. It was too quiet – the muted hum of the hub at night was a stark reminder of just how lonely this place could be. In his head he filled the vast empty space with Jack’s larger-than-life presence...I miss the sound of your voice...his infectious laugh, head thrown back, his eyes dancing with affection as he teased Owen...his crisp instructions as they planned how to take down an attacking Vilkien’thsn war party without causing a city-wide panic, those blue grey eyes crinkled in thought as he worked through the strategy...the low growl as he breathed in Ianto’s ear, telling him exactly what he was going to do as he undressed him slowly...

Another flood of memories washed over him, accompanied with a rush of hot desire that gathered uncomfortably in his trousers...there would be no mutually satisfying release of that tonight...and I miss the rush of your skin...too many endless nights alone in Jack’s bunk – how could such a tiny space seem so cold and empty...and I miss the still of the silence, as you breathe out and I breathe in... He closed his eyes and traced the outline of his lips with his finger, the images of Jack in his head as the finger trailed over his chin and down his neck, the lightest of touches... He let out a low moan...Jack... Nights spent wrapped around each other, exploring their newfound intimacy, discovering pleasures enhanced by the gradual lowering of barriers on both sides...admit it Jones...you love him...

Sighing heavily, he opened his eyes and sat up. He needed a miracle...if I could walk on water...a miracle that would bring Jack back to him...and maybe a crystal ball would be helpful...if I could tell you what’s next... Would he have done things differently – if he’d known what was coming? He pondered for all of a nano-second...no...he wouldn’t have missed the time he’d had with Jack for anything... Jack had rebuilt him...after Lisa...after the cannibals...”it’s going to be alright, Ianto...” make you believe...make you forget...

Jack was right, he’d made it better...with a tenderness that Ianto hadn’t known was there as he’d kissed his tears away and soothed his nightmares...teased away his melancholy...so come, get higher, loosen my lips... A smile curved the corners of the Welshman’s mouth as he pictured Jack dancing for him in this very office, gyrating as he stripped slowly...faith and desire in the swing of your hips... The smile broke into a grin as he recalled the rest of that night...just pull me down hard and drown me in love...

That smile stayed on his lips as he cuddled into Jack’s bunk and wrapped his arms around the pillow that still smelled faintly of the man he loved...the man he missed so very much...

 Jack took the first agonising gasp of air as he was dragged back to life. Sagging in his shackles he breathed one word...Ianto... Images of his perfect Welshman crowded his brain, the one thing that kept him fighting...Ianto bringing him coffee, that spark as their hands brushed when the mug changed ownership...those pristine pinstripes and the way they hugged his arse as he bent over some artefact in the archives...those wonderful Welsh vowels that caressed his ears as they discussed the events of the day...I miss the sound of your voice, the loudest thing in my head... God he missed him so much...

He closed his eyes as the images intensified...Ianto as he came undone as Jack kissed his way down his body, writhing from the touch of his lips and hands on his heated skin, low moans of pleasure wrapped around a stream of incoherent Welsh as they edged ever nearer to the bliss of release...and I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said...

He blinked away the tears as he recalled that blazing look in the young man’s eyes...that look that said how he felt...how they both felt even if the words were never spoken... Sighing heavily he shifted uncomfortably in his chains. He needed a miracle...if I could walk on water...a miracle to get back to his Welshman...the man that he...the man that he...loved...he knew that now and he wished he’d told him before he ran away – the wonders of hind sight...if I could tell you what’s next... When he got home...and he would make it home, he’d stop at nothing to put things right...Ianto...make you believe, make you forget...

A smile formed on his lips as memories raced across his brain, Ianto’s brief, but nonetheless impressive, spell as a magic tea dragon under the influence of alien LSD...so come on, get higher, loosen my lips...watching him dance with abandon, several beers too many after celebrating the Welsh rugby team’s victory over their old English rivals...faith and desire in the swing of your hips... The smile morphed into a grin as he recalled how that night had ended – their lovemaking had been wild and passionate, slowing to sensual and tender as night became a new day...just pull me down hard and drown me in love...

I came back for you...the words hung heavy in the air as they looked at each other, suspicion and hurt battling want and need...and then the moment was gone...

The day descended into chaos in usual Torchwood style with the added distraction of Captain John Hart...note the sarcasm...and Ianto was reminded just how little he knew about the man who owned his heart so completely...

Eventually the cluster bombs, pistol whipping, paralysing lip gloss, Owen getting shot, Jack getting dead, Hart not getting dead...these minor issues were dealt with and Hart was dispatched back through the rift and the team now had to avoid themselves for twenty four hours which was why they were all waiting for room keys at the reception of the St David’s Hotel and Spa... Ianto met Jack’s hesitant gaze and nodded briefly as he requested three singles and a double...

The elevator ride up to the third floor was silent and they headed for their rooms in sombre mood, Jack and Ianto turning left down the corridor, the team turning right... Jack stopped outside 313 and opened the door with the key card before standing back to allow the Welshman to go in first. Ianto headed for the window and gazed out over the bay. Long minutes passed in silence until he turned to see Jack still stood uncertainly by the door with tears streaming down his cheeks and he realised that his own tears were falling thick and fast...I miss the pull of your heart...

Ianto stepped forward and opened his arms, crushing their mouths together as Jack flung himself into the embrace and they kissed hungrily, the passion building rapidly from long months of abstinence. They moaned against each other’s lips...I could taste the sparks on your tongue...hands grabbing at clothing as they sought desperately to touch the warm flesh below, buttons were attacked, shirts were tugged off and flung away, buckles and zips were navigated until they were naked and they fell across the bed.

Hot kisses and gentle touch alternated with heady passion and feral want as they moved closer to the ecstasy of their climax...I see angels and devils and God when you come...on...hold on...hold on...

“Jack...”

“Ianto...”

...hold on, hold on...

They slumped together in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, hearts pounding wildly in their chests as the serenity of the afterglow radiated through them... Jack traced the outline of Ianto’s lips before kissing him tenderly as he entwined their fingers. “Ianto, I...”

“Sshh...I know...” the Welshman pressed their lips together lightly. “Why don’t you show me again...” so come on get higher...”show me what I’ve missed...” ’cause everything works love, everything works in your arms...

End  

 


zazajb: (captain saluting)

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

 


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

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

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

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

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

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

With three words

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

End

  
 


zazajb: (don't forget me-never could)

Title: Bring him home
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers : TW CoE, specifically Day 4
Summary: Jack revives on the floor of Thames House... Words 750

Warnings: serious angst, CoE character death

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time; I also don’t own the song or RyanDan...
A/N Inspired by the beautiful voices of RyanDan and dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  who’s had a tough week. My thoughts also go out to all those caught up in the earthquake and tsunami... Best effects are reading with song in the background... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVQclOwFHX0

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

 

 

Bring him home

Jack took that first agonising gasp of air as he was flung away from the darkness once again, his hands reaching convulsively for the warm embrace of his beloved Welshman...and then he remembered... The realisation hit him like a hammer blow, driving the breath from his freshly filled lungs and his eyes filled with tears...Ianto...my Ianto...

He knew, without turning his head, that Gwen was sat beside the body of the man he loved...the man he’d let down time and time again but who’d always forgiven him for his failings...who’d welcomed him back into his arms with unwavering loyalty and unconditional love...Ianto...

He sat up slowly, staring ahead as his brain resisted the inevitable...Ianto was dead...killed by the deadly virus...Jack’s heart shattered into a million tiny pieces and his body shook as he moved to sit next to Gwen. She leant against him as he put his arm around her and felt her trembling as tears coursed down her face. He watched as she reached across to minutely adjust the perfect knot of Ianto’s tie...

His vision swam as he looked at the still form...he could just be sleeping...his frantic brain searched for alternatives to the bitter reality... Images flew through his head...Ianto laughing by the railings outside the Tourist Information as they licked ice cream from each other’s fingers on a warm July day, wrapped around him as their bodies stilled after making love in a cornfield – the fragrant summer night air caressing their skin as they kissed sweetly...the world faded away - it was just them, right here, right now...the summers die one by one...

His breath hitched as the memories washed over him...how soon they fly on and on...weevil hunting late at night, sharing that first coffee of the day...the two of them alone in the hub...tender touch and gentle words, the way his mouth curved at the corners with that tiny knowing smile as he leant across his Captain to place his mug on the desk, the feel of those soft and sensual lips as they moved so perfectly against his own, the reassuring warmth as he revived after yet another brutal death, the sparkle in those cobalt blue eyes as they met across the hub, the bliss of stolen moments – a kiss, a touch...during the madness that was their life...so many memories but they were never going to be enough – I wanted more time with him...we’d barely begun to live...to love...

Tears spilled unchecked down his cheeks, he had endless life...was so old...this was so wrong...and I am old and will be gone... I can’t lose him...his silent cry to every God he’d ever known...a plea that echoed through the cavernous makeshift morgue where the bodies lay silent and alone...you can take...and you can give... This man deserves to live...he’s given so much of himself – to me...to this earth...let him be...let him live...

I have so much time – yet it means nothing without him...he is my life now...everything that I fight for, the endless day that is my curse...he taught me how to see it as a gift...he gave me meaning...without him...I am nothing...take me...if I die – then let me die...save him...let him live... Ianto Jones belongs with the living...here...he is everything...bring him home...

I never told him...” the sob wrenched from him before he could stop it...”at the end...I never told him...” he reached to take Ianto’s chill hand in his own, his fingers curling around the unresponsive flesh as his tears flowed...

Gwen took a tiny breath in and turned her head, “he knew...” she whispered, as she kissed his damp cheek, “he always knew...”

She stood carefully and watched as Jack shuffled closer to his beloved Welshman, his other hand now tracing the contours of that beautiful face... As she walked away she heard the anguished I love you...I always loved you...and she knew that nothing would ever be the same again...sometimes the price they paid was just too high...bring him home...

End

 

 

 


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

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

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

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

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 2    

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

“We took the boat out...”

 

“Ah...draughty I’d imagine?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

You can look now Jack...

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

End

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