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Title: Twos and Blues: 31/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick/Pete, Mica, Rhiannion, Sue
Spoilers – none – totally AU

Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 3000

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

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

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

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

A/N2 For lovers everywhere... Xxx

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

 

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 15/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4300

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 15/?

 

Chapter 15 )

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 14/?

   

Chapter 14 )

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 12/?

 

Chapter 12 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 11/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3700

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

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

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

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

A/N2 I had intended to post this on Saturday, but a full scale family invasion [fun, games and bbqs over 2 days...] prevented me from finishing – and then when I did get the time, the chapter ran away with me, so you have 11 and 12 here...

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

Twos and Blues 11/?

 

Chapter 11 )

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 9/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU, although you might recognise some of my favourite scenes!
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4250

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 9/?

Chapter 9

Jack moaned and reclaimed Ianto’s lips, pouring a multitude of different emotions into the kiss to leave the Welshman a trembling heap when they broke off for air. Cupping his face, Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes “...are you sure? Really sure?”

Yes...I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life...please Jack...I’m yours...”

Pressing hot wet kisses all over Ianto’s face, Jack slid his hands under the heavy coat to pull him in closer, delighting in the smoothness of his skin against the roughness of the wool... He ran his fingers down his spine to cup his buttocks, grinding their hips together, wanton moans lost against each other’s mouths, their kiss wild and messy...

I want you so much...” Jack’s growl against his ear had Ianto panting with desire and he pressed closer still.

Take me now...please...I want to feel you...wan...”  He froze as a volley of knocking on the shop door downstairs slammed into the party. “What the..?” he groaned and buried his head in Jack’s neck. “Who the fuck is banging on my door at...” he squinted at the clock, “...twenty to seven on a Sunday morning?”

“Ianto...you up yet?” a deep baritone floated up from outside.

“I was well on my way!” Ianto muttered as Jack kissed his nose, “you’d better go find out what he wants!” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows as Ianto gave him a rueful smile and wriggled out of his arms, buttoning the coat up as he headed towards the stairs. Jack reached for his jeans and pulled them on, not bothering to do them up, and followed him, stopping at the bottom of the stairs out of sight.

Ianto had reached the door and was unlocking it, “Ted..?”

Deep Welsh vowels mingled with Ianto’s softer tones resonated back “Morning Ianto, sorry to disturb you so early, Nerys knew you wanted these for your staff so she did them yesterday and last night...you know we’re off to Spain this morning...well, in half an hour actually...she wanted you to have them before we went...” he held out a large bag.

Ianto took it, feeling his face colouring as Ted scrutinised his unconventional attire, “Thanks...please thank Nerys for me and we’ll have a good catch up when you get back...”

“I like the coat...1940s...unusual dressing gown...but it must be nice and warm...” Ted leant against the doorframe and eyed Ianto’s face curiously as the blush deepened.

“I was just about to get into the shower...” he spluttered, thankful that the loose fit covered his very obvious reaction to the images that flew through his mind about the owner of said coat.

Ted reached out and patted his shoulder, “I won’t keep you...have a good day – I heard you yesterday on the radio at work...we’ll come in for a coffee when we get back...you get back to your shower...”

Ianto smiled weakly, “thanks again, Ted, you have a great holiday...”

Nodding, Ted walked back towards his car. Ianto waved briefly and dropped the bag on the counter on his way to the stairs, his mouth gaping at the erotic sight of Jack leaning on the wall; bare feet, bare chest, jeans on, fly open...it was a picture that sent fresh heat surging to his groin and he threw himself into Jack’s open arms as their mouths crashed together, the kiss hungry and possessive...

They came up for air long, pleasurable minutes later, panting hard, as Jack’s hands finished unbuttoning the coat, entwined one hand with the Welshman’s and led him back up the stairs...

They’d almost reached the top when energetic tapping on the back door broke into the sexually charged atmosphere. “Now what?” Ianto pulled his hand from Jack’s and thudded back down the stairs, his frustration evident, to open the back door.

“Ianto! Rhi tells me you’re taking it up the arse!”

“Chance’d be a fine thing!” Ianto muttered darkly under his breath, thinking about their twice-aborted attempts to take that final step, as Johnny smacked him on the back and breezed in, followed by the rest of the family and another teenager Ianto recognised as Mica’s best mate, Lauren.

Rhi looked at her brother’s state of undress as he hugged the coat around him. “Not again!” she laughed and rolled her eyes. “Where is he?”

Ianto shrugged, “probably running for the hills with all this,” he bit his lip, wondering...what if Jack couldn’t take his family...Johnny was an acquired taste...fuckfuckfuck...

“You okay?” Rhi looked concerned as the colour drained from Ianto’s face, his mind supplying reason after reason for Jack to make some excuse and leave...

A familiar figure weaved through the mass of chattering bodies in the kitchen to drape an arm around his shoulders and press a light kiss to his temple “he’s good...we’re good...” the message evident as he met the Welshman’s eyes. Jack turned to Rhi, “...sorry, I was in the bathroom, Yanno was going to make some coffee...” he winked at her and she thought again how bloody lucky her little brother was!

Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly, “I’ll sort the breakfast bits out and introduce myself, you go get ready...”

Ianto’s butterflies, which had gone into panic mode, now turned somersaults until they were dizzy as the Welshman hugged Jack tight and kissed him soundly, oblivious to the admiring stares from his family, releasing him somewhat breathless before hurrying upstairs to dress, his heart singing with mixed joy and relief. He washed rapidly and dressed in his @Yanno uniform, heading back down to the others still buttoning up his waistcoat...

He found everyone in the shop listening intently to one of Jack’s fire stories, one he recognised from the other day with Tosh and Owen. The aroma of fresh baking drifted in from the kitchen so he moved towards the coffee machine to start the drinks for their breakfast. Jack finished the tale to squeals of laughter from the ladies, a snort from David and a ‘that’s bloody brilliant!” from Johnny, as he moved to join Ianto by the machine.

“You okay sweetheart?” Jack pressed in close, concern evident in his voice.

Leaning into the warmth of his Captain’s body, Ianto paused in his bean grinding to flash a brief grin at the other man, moving one hand to brush his thumb over Jack’s lips. “I’m fine...really!” he insisted in response to the raised eyebrow, “...though I can attest to being very horny and sexually frustrated and you can write your own jobs list today...I think you know what your final task will be....” He turned to arch his rapidly responding arousal against Jack’s thigh.

“You know I’m going to be hot for you all day...” Jack’s voice dropped an octave as he growled into the Welshman’s ear before moving away and vanishing into the kitchen. Ianto took a deep breath to slow his pounding heart beat and concentrated on making the coffee, calling Mica and Lauren over to help sort out mugs and plates.

Jack and Rhi brought the various pastries through to the two tables Johnny had pushed together and they all sat down to share a riotous, good humoured family breakfast. Johnny and David were going on to the Sunday morning football, Rhi was staying to help again and Lauren was swiftly drafted on to the staff.

As they sat back to finish their drinks – New York blend all round, apart from a hot chocolate for David, Ianto suddenly remembered the delivery that Ted had brought earlier...terrible-timing earlier he mused... He retrieved it from under the counter and moved to the table nearest the gathering to unpack it. Next he handed embroidered @Yanno polo shirts to Rhi, another one for Mica, Lauren and a surprised Jack who immediately stood up, tugged his black A&F t-shirt off and pulled his new top on.

Ianto, Rhi and the girls had stopped and simply stared, enjoying the view as Jack’s naked torso made a brief appearance, the two teenagers giggling before grabbing their shirts and vanishing to change up in the flat. Rhi grinned and took hers into the kitchen to put on. David and Johnny began gathering the plates and empty mugs and took them through to the kitchen leaving Jack and Ianto alone for a moment.

Jack stroked a finger over the logo on his top, his face thoughtful. Ianto watched him anxiously, wondering if he’d assumed too much...Jones, if you’ve blown it...he cursed inwardly, you should’ve checked first...he might not want a stupid staff t-shirt...shitshitshit... He jumped as Jack’s fingers entwined with his own and were tugged towards Jack’s lips where a gentle kiss was pressed to his knuckles.

“Thank you...” Jack’s voice was soft...sincere... “I was just thinking about how much this name has changed my life...” he moved their joined hands back to the logo, “how you’ve changed my life...” He smiled, that just-for-Ianto little smile that the Welshman had come to recognise as his own, “and I’d really like a written jobs list...I want to know that it’s in my pocket all day...knowing that later...”

Ianto shivered as hot fingers of want spread out from his stomach and rampaged happily through his body, coming to rest just south of his belt. He leant closer to Jack, their lips just millimetres apart when the girls bounded back into the room, chattering happily. Ianto sighed and straightened up – it was their day for interruptions he thought ruefully, making a mental note to turn the phones off and lock all the doors later! Nothing was going to distract him tonight...

He moved back to the counter and turned the radio on, checking the time...fifteen minutes ‘till opening. He left Jack moving the tables back before making sure all the condiments were fully stocked and the shop was ready, nodded approvingly as Mica showed Lauren how to work the till and where all the stocks were and went through to the kitchen to get the various cakes, biscuits and giant cookies for the counter and to check Rhiannon was okay. She was just saying goodbye to her husband and son who thanked Ianto for breakfast and promised to spread the word at the football club!

After checking his sister was happy to repeat her role from the previous day, Ianto returned to the shop, quickly scribbled out a jobs list, handing it over with moments to spare before Jack opened the door to their first customers of the day, among them Rhys Williams from the fire station. He ginned at Jack affably, “morning Captain...a very fetching look...Tea boy got you working?”

Jack chuckled, suddenly realising that Ianto would have to get used to being called that as it was bound to be his nickname once he joined the brigade... “I volunteered – coffee’s great and some great perks..!” he patted the logo and thought of the order sheet in his pocket... They chatted amiably as Rhys waited in the queue. Jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Digging it out he saw it was a message from Gwen. Morning Captain, thought we might get the station down to @Yanno for breakfast if you’re not busy? TB, Gwen x

“Message from Gwen...” he showed it to the other man, noticing the dreamy look that came over his face. He replied quickly, saying it aloud so Rhys could hear. Already here, so’s Rhys... Capt J

“I wonder how many others she’s asked?” Rhys wondered out loud.

“Quite a few came yesterday, Tosh and Owen, Pete, Nick...I think they like each other those two, Spook brought his entire family in – mum, dad, gran, two sisters, the lot! and Pup came in with his missus...”

“No John yet?”

“No...but no surprise there! Oh!” Jack’s phone buzzed. On my way, mine’s a chocolate truffle if they’ve got it! G x

Rhys grinned, “I’ll order it when I get mine...see you in a bit!” he grinned as Jack moved back towards the counter, winking at Ianto as he passed and their eyes met briefly.

After checking that Rhi was happy in the kitchen Jack returned to the main shop. With Lauren now on table clearing and front-of-house stock duties, he had time to appreciate his Welshman’s expertise as he watched him at work on his craft. Long, slim fingers mixed beans with an elegance and economy of movement to create a perfect blend every time...his expression one of concentration until a smile curved the corners of that soft and sensual mouth – that mouth he loved to kiss until his lips were pink and swollen - when the creation was handed over... Jack gazed, committed those images to memory and fell in love all over again...

“Jack..Jack...Captain!

“Eh? Sorry..!” Jack came out of his daydreams with a jump.

Ianto grinned at him “Could you get me some more mugs please...I’m running low...”

Grinning back, Jack vanished into the kitchen, just as Gwen came through the shop door. Her eyes roamed the tables, spotting Rhys she went over to join him. “Where’s Ja...the Captain?” she asked in response to his greeting.

Raising his eyebrows a little at her abruptness he waved her to a chair,  “gone out back I think,” he shrugged. “I’ve got your chocolate truffle blend and I’ve ordered us the breakfast special, they’ll bring it over in a minute – just waiting for something to come out of the oven she said...”

Gwen nodded, her head still swivelling to scan the shop every few seconds as she gave half attention to Rhys’ conversation. “...he’s a good lad, that Ianto...dry sense of humour and he likes rugby...said he’d love to come to a game with us...” He broke off as Jack reappeared with two plates, each with a croissant, pain au chocolat and three cinammon twists on it and placed them in front of his fire service colleagues. “Sorry about the delay – had to wait for the cinnamon sticks – they’re really popular today!”

Gwen’s mouth fell open as she took in his staff shirt. “You’re working here?” her voice an incredulous squawk.

Jack shook his head, grinning, “Nah, just helping out...coffee’s good and the perks are amazing!” he winked as he caught Rhys’ eye, knowing that the other man had long since worked it out. “Yanno says he’s coming to a game sometime? That might be the one that gets me there too – ten years of trying and all you needed was a coffee boy...or should I say tea boy!  Think that name’s going to stick don’t you?”  He chuckled and moved away to clear the table in one of the booths leaving Gwen dumbstruck.

Rhys chuckled and nudged her “close your mouth Gwen!” he pushed her plate towards her, “these look good...” he took a bite “...mmmnnn!” He rolled his eyes as the Welshwoman continued to gape, this time at Ianto. He leant towards her “stop staring and eat your breakfast! It’s not that surprising – they’re both good looking blokes...be happy for them, give me some attention and I might take you out for dinner tonight!”

Gwen spluttered, “you mean he’s..? with Ianto..?”There was a pause as the rest of Rhys’ words caught up with her brain, “and you want to take me to dinner?”

Shaking his head, Rhys pointed towards her plate, “dinner might be better seeing as how your breakfast is going cold!” They looked at each other and burst out laughing, Gwen now attacking her croissant with vigour.  When Jack wandered back fifteen minutes later they were deep in discussion over their favourite films. He replaced their coffee mugs with fresh ones and cleared their table before strolling back to lean on the counter to watch as Ianto worked his magic.

Lauren was on the till while Mica took a break and the whole place was filled with the sounds of happy chattering and the clink of china...It wasn’t the manic rush of the previous day, but it was busy, the computers were both in use and Ianto shone at the helm. Jack drifted back off into his daydreams... He rejoined reality when Gavin gave him a friendly shove, grinning at the soppy expression on his friend’s face. Introductions followed, Ianto shook hands with Gav - Jack’s Executive Assistant and long time friend from Torchwood Engineering - and his partner Stu and sorted them out with a New York blend and bagel breakfast each. Jack grabbed a mug of the @Yanno signature blend and a couple of Welsh cakes and joined them for a chat.

“You are totally smitten!”Gav teased after Jack had raved about how well the opening had gone and the outside radio broadcast and the fact the coffee house had made the Penarth Times and then finished by gazing dreamily towards the counter to add “and he looks good in a suit!”

A rare blush coloured the Captain’s cheeks as he nodded “Yeah, I am...I don’t know what it is that he does to me, but he does it...”

Gav slung an arm around Jack’s shoulders “We’re happy for you, hon...that smile’s been gone too long...” They chatted some more until Gav and Stu left, followed by a beaming Gwen and Rhys. Jack cleared the table and took the dirty mugs and plates out to the kitchen where he relieved Rhi so she could have a break. The time passed swiftly and it was two o’clock before they knew it. Ianto thanked his final customers, handing them their take-away Mocha blends and adding the final slice of chocolate cake as a bonus before showing them out and locking up behind them. He flipped the sign to closed and leant against the door, a relieved grin on his face.

“Day two...we made it – and we had customers! Some even came back from yesterday..!” He moved back into the shop and gazed around, that wonderful little smile of incredulity as if he still couldn’t quite believe it was all real! Seeing him, Jack wanted to drag him upstairs there and then... He took a deep breath in to slow his rapidly rising pulse – they still had work to do!

“Okay troops, let’s get @Yanno spic and span and then we can all enjoy the rest of the afternoon...”  Ianto smiled indulgently as Jack took charge of the tidy-up, leaving him free to count the takings and sort out the wages, filling in the payslips and his big business ledger at the same time – another job done...

Mica and Lauren accepted their wages happily, Rhi protested, insisting that she was only helping out.

“You have to take it, you’re wearing the uniform – that means you’re staff, which means you get paid!”

Ianto pressed the envelope back into her hand, knowing that she was going to give in as she countered weakly “But what about Jack, you’re not making him take wages...”

“Jack gets paid in other ways...” he blushed as the list in Jack’s pocket flashed into his head and he felt his trousers tighten.

Rhi groaned “Okay, just don’t tell me any more!” she glanced around at the spotless kitchen. “Is there anything we’ve forgotten girls?” Two heads shook. Rhi picked up her bag and hugged her brother tight before releasing him and dragging Jack in for a hug too. “You look after him!” she said softly.

“I promise!” he met her gaze steadfastly and she caught her breath at the depth of emotion in his blue grey eyes. Not for the first time she realised Ianto was one lucky man. Releasing Jack she herded Mica and Lauren out to shouts of “bye unca Yanno, bye unca Jack!”

The door closed behind them and silence reigned. Jack reached out to fold Ianto into his arms and kiss him senseless, a single swipe of his tongue granting him access to the Welshman’s mouth which he explored with possessive intent as Ianto melted against him, tangling his hands into his Captain’s hair as passions rose.

They surfaced for air, contented soft smiles as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, arms wrapped tightly around waists.

“You fancy some fresh air?” Jack dropped a light kiss to the end of Ianto’s button nose. “We can take a picnic with us – I know just the place...”

“Sounds perfect – I could do with a walk, but I need to get out of these clothes first...” He chuckled as Jack’s face lit up and he could practically name the different possibilities running through the other man’s mind!

“You go and change while I sort the picnic – if I come up there with you we won’t be going anywhere beyond the bedroom!” Jack admitted with a grin. “Then I’ll change my top while you make us a flask...” He cupped a hand around the young man’s face and brushed his thumb gently over Ianto’s cheek, “don’t be too long gorgeous, or I might use it as an excuse to come and find you!” He leant in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the Welshman’s lips before steering him towards the stairs and smacking him lightly on his charcoal wool-blend clad behind.

Ianto waggled his arse as he skipped lightly up the stairs, knowing Jack was watching, admiring the view. He stopped at the top and spun round, reaching for his belt buckle and made a show of undoing it, then the button and reached for the zip.

Ianto Jones if you don’t stop there I won’t be responsible for what happens next!” as Ianto fled out of sight, laughing.

Jack pressed hard against the hot swelling in his trousers with the heel of his hand, resisting the urge to charge up the stairs, drag Ianto into his arms and tumble on to the bed...later... he told himself sternly, pulling out his jobs list to gaze at Ianto’s neat writing. Taking a deep breath in, he let it out slowly and tucked the order sheet back into his pocket, moving into the kitchen to grab a few things suitable for a picnic.

He was packing it into a take-away brown paper carrier bag when Ianto returned, looking so drop-dead gorgeous in his bum-hugging black jeans, tight white t-shirt and casual black jacket that Jack just stood and stared. Ianto twinkled playfully at him and danced out of reach of the Captain’s outstretched arms, “your turn to change...I’ll make us a flask...”

Jack gazed longingly at his back view as he disappeared into the shop before plodding heavily up to the flat to swap his staff polo shirt for the A&F logo t-shirt of earlier and grab his coat off the hanger. He paused, seeing something sticking out from the coat pocket. It was another order sheet so hot for you Jack staring at him from the page. His mouth went dry and his entire blood supply charged south as he shoved his arms into the heavy wool and thundered down the stairs, grabbed a smiling Ianto by the lapels of his jacket and hauled him in to kiss him into oblivion, his tongue plundering the Welshman’s mouth as they writhed and arched against each other.

“If we’re going out, we need to go now...” Jack panted against Ianto’s ear, his voice thick with desire. “If we stay here, I’m going to make love to you – right here, right now, on the floor...” he tipped the young man’s chin up to gaze into his eyes, wild passion reflected in twin pools of blue, and his voice softened, “and I don’t want your first time to be like that...”

Ianto pressed their lips together tenderly in a chaste kiss, wriggled out their fierce embrace and entwined their fingers, leading the way to the back door. He scooped up the bag with their picnic and flask in and opened the door, glancing back at Jack who nodded and squeezed his fingers, knowing that this was the right decision...

Closing the door behind him Jack waited for Ianto to lock it, bemused when the Welshman put down the bag and held out his hand for the car keys. His mouth fell open when Ianto selected a key from the bunch and secured the kitchen door, handing them back with a smile ”you’ve got the door code already so I‘ve just added the back door, one for the shop door and one for the top of the stairs...now you can come and go when you want...or need...”

“I love you Ianto Jones...” Jack’s voice was laden with emotion.

“I know!” the look between them said it all as they climbed into the SUV and strapped themselves in before Jack pulled away from the kerb...

tbc

 

 

zazajb: (Default)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 8/?

Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you have in mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?”

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

“Jack?” he mumbled, blinking drowsily

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...confession?” Ianto looked confused.

“How long have you had this coat fetish?”

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

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

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

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

tbc

 

 

 

 


zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 7/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 4300

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

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

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

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

A/N2 I spent some considerable time[!!!] visualising various parts of this chapter – hope it works...and this is dedicated to codename_sherry ‘cos she’s awesome and I love that she’s making Welsh cakes!

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

Twos and Blues 7/?

Chapter 7

Ianto hesitated briefly at the top of the stairs before leading Jack into the living room, a fleeting grin lighting his face as he noted the hero coat back on its hanger on the bookcase... He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, the Captain’s arms immediately sliding around his waist to tug him in close. Ianto sighed happily and leant against him, the welcome warmth and immediate stirring below his waistline shoving aside the flicker of anxiety that had surfaced the closer he got to the top of the stairs.

Jack moved one hand to tip his chin up, “Look at me...just here...my eyes, nothing else...”

Ianto grinned, “so now you’re Patrick Swayze?”

“Great film, Dirty Dancing..!”

“So, what - that makes me...baby?”

“She was cute...you’re cute! Oh and who’s giving the lesson?”

A tiny smile curved the corners of Ianto’s mouth, a smile that reminded Jack of just how much he loved to kiss those soft and sensual lips and he moved suddenly to crush their mouths together, the Welshman’s mouth opening to Jack’s probing tongue as they kissed hard and with mounting passion for long pleasurable minutes, breaking apart panting.

“Who says you’re doing anything yet?” Ianto gasped breathlessly as he moved his hand up from the small of his Captain’s back so he could read the order page over Jack’s shoulder. “Just need to check everything’s as it should be...” He suppressed a chuckle as Jack’s face took on an expression of intense concentration mingled with throbbing desire.

“Okay then, napkins in holders around the room..?”

“Done, and spare ones in the end cupboard under the counter for easy access...”

“Good! Menus in holders on the tables...”

“Yes, and on the wall and outside the front door!” Jack interrupted before he could finish, causing a throaty chuckle to fall from the Welshman’s lips; a chuckle that sent wild pulses of desire to the older man’s trousers...

“Someone’s impatient!” Ianto grinned as Jack twisted and grabbed the order list from him.

“Yes! Milk and sugar in trays on either side, loyalty cards and stamp in till, float in till, tables wiped down, cups by the water fountain, feedback surveys on tables, mugs, plates and cutlery all ready...” he took a deep breath as he rattled it off, “it’s all done, everything! Now can I give you Blowjob lesson #1/?

Ianto didn’t answer, reclaimed the order sheet and crumpled it in his hand, dropping it to the floor as he led Jack to the bedroom. Once through the door he slid his arms around Jack’s neck and kissed him, slowly at first, soft sensual swipes of tongue that grew progressively more territorial until they were duelling hotly, twin arousals straining against the confines of their trousers as they arched against each other.

“Show me...teach me...let me give you as much pleasure as you gave me...” he breathed against Jack’s ear when they broke apart, “I want to taste you...” he pulled back to lock eyes briefly with the older man before their lips crashed together and hands raked urgently at clothing until they were both panting and naked... “I’m yours, Jack...tell me what to do...” the throaty whisper accompanied by the tentative touch of the Welshman’s hands splaying over the warm, smooth skin of his chest sending waves of feral want raging through Jack’s body .

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his pounding heartbeat, wanting to take this slowly to ensure there was as much pleasure in giving as there was in receiving. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ianto down next to him.

“Give me your hand...trust me?” he said softly as the Welshman looked perplexed. Ianto nodded, offering his hand. “Okay, close your eyes...now feel...” he kissed the inside of the young man’s wrist lightly, soft presses of lips to pale skin as he felt his pulse beating strongly against his mouth, followed by a firm lick that started at his wrist and extended several inches up the inside of his arm...

Ianto shuddered deliciously at the touch, his remaining senses heightened from the lack of sight, a low moan falling from between softly parted, pink, kiss swollen lips...

Jack finished with another series of light kisses on the now highly sensitised skin, adding a light grazing of teeth. Ianto almost leapt off the bed...

Jack grinned and released his hand, “you can open your eyes now!” he whispered as the Welshman’s cobalt baby blues fluttered open and widened as they gazed at the older man.

Wow, that was...” he shook his head, no words immediately available to express the sensations.

“Right, now you try...” he pressed his lips to Ianto’s gently, brushing his thumb over his cheek, the kiss conveying a tenderness that said clearly you don’t have to do this...

Ianto took Jack’s hand “Close your eyes...feel...” the Welsh vowels travelling straight to Jack’s already highly charged groin. He gasped when Ianto’s mouth brushed softly over his wrist, tiny kisses that made his skin tingle and his heartbeat increase...and he was powerless to stop the needy ”Yanno...” that escaped when the young man’s tongue dragged a strip from wrist to part way up his arm and then kissed and nibbled his way back down again before releasing his hand.  

Jack gulped as his body quivered with want and he fought the urge to flatten the Welshman into the bed, snog his face off and eat him whole...”Fuck Yanno...you’re so hot..!

A fierce blush coloured Ianto’s cheeks as Jack took his hand again, “...eyes closed...” This time he sucked the top of his little finger, swirling his tongue around and over the tip, adding the occasional light nip of teeth, before slowly pulling the finger deeper into his mouth, sucking harder and building up a rhythm. Grazing with his teeth as he increased the pressure with his tongue, he drew in a quick breath and hummed around the digit in his mouth...

Ianto let out a deep moan and thrust his head back, the sound dying away to a needy whimper when his finger was released... He opened his eyes to find Jack’s lust-darkened blue grey depths devouring him hungrily. “That was so fucking erotic...I want you Jack...need you...”

Jack offered his hand...”this first...trust me...” He closed his eyes, arching his back as Ianto’s warm breath tickled the tip of his finger. By the time the Welshman had sucked his finger in as far as the knuckle, Jack was moaning loudly, the sounds deep and guttural, sending them both perilously close to the edge.

Ianto released Jack’s finger and moved on to the floor, nudging his Captain’s knees apart to slide into the gap between them. One hand linked with the older man’s and he smiled briefly before dipping his head. Jack let out a strangled gasp of pleasure as Ianto kissed nipped and licked his way from one end to the other, before Jack was surrounded in the warm moist cavern of the Welshman’s willing mouth and he proceeded to put every one of the lessons learned to good use...

Jack’s other hand tangled in Ianto’s hair, his eyes closed, head thrust back as he felt his climax building rapidly. He tugged sharply on the young man’s hair, “so close...” he rasped, “stop if you want...you don’t have to...aaagghhhh...fuckfuckfuck...so good...Yanno...oh...YannoYannoYanno...” as Ianto’s tongue swirled and he hummed, Jack exploding in his mouth as the older man saw stars and waves of exquisite pleasure rolled through him.

Ianto released him, gasping, as he was hauled to his feet and dragged onto the bed, Jack’s mouth devouring his as he was kissed senseless and Jack’s hand made short work of the Welshman’s own hot arousal. They lay, spent and panting, in a sated, boneless heap on the quilt.

Sleepily, Jack urged Ianto under the covers, mopping them quickly with tissues from the box on the bedside cabinet, before wrapping himself tightly around Ianto’s back as they drifted off to sleep.

The shrill bleeping dragged them from pleasant dreams. Jack was half out the bed and groping for his trousers in the dark before Ianto had barely moved, the Welshman struggling to sit up as he reached for the bedside light. He blinked in surprise as Jack muttered and kicked his trousers back off – raised eyebrows to see he’d been going commando under his jeans – before his Captain slid back into bed.

“It’s five past six...I booked off at six remember?” He leant across to kiss him softly, “you know, you’re gonna have to get up faster than that once you’ve joined...too slow and I’ll go without you!” he ginned and pressed closer, limbs entwining as they sank back onto the pillows...

Ianto was melting into the embrace as Jack’s tongue swept his mouth possessively, delicious shivers of desire waking all parts of his body when they were interrupted by the alarm clock and the energetic sound of The Monkees! Jack shifted momentarily to bash a hand vaguely in the clock’s direction, managing to hit the snooze button without breaking his hold – or their increasingly hot and steamy kiss! Eventually, oxygen requirements made them surface, highly aroused, if somewhat breathless...

“Morning!” Jack pressed a light kiss to the end of the Welshman’s button nose and slid his hands lower, exploring his warm smooth skin until he reached his target. Ianto pressed against his hand briefly before regretfully shaking his head and moving away.

“We need to get up...”

“I’d say we already are!” Jack smirked and reached for him, his face falling as Ianto failed to return to his arms.

“Can’t...oooohh!” he gasped as Jack scooted across the bed and let his fingers dance up the outside of the young man’s thigh. He bit his lip to stop a moan as those fingers moved to a more central location... “Jack..!” he grabbed his hand and held it, “Rhi and Mica’ll be here at seven...I can’t have her catch us again – I’d never live it down!” He sighed as Jack squeezed his hand and moved away, a sudden grin lighting his face as he headed to the bathroom, “of course I do need to have a shower... “ He looked at the other man through his eyelashes, “you could help make sure I’m clean enough to face my public..?”

 Jack flung the bedclothes aside and chased him into the bathroom, folding his Welshman into his arms as the shower warmed, before pressing up close in the tiny cubicle where they ensured all hot steamy attentions were washed away with plenty of bubbles and they emerged clean and glowing, if slightly weak at the knees.

Ianto dressed in his @Yanno uniform, grinning happily as Jack’s still naked body reacted with obvious approval to the sight and he made sure he bent over slowly to lace his shoes up.

“Any more displays like that Ianto Jones and even if the Queen was coming, she’d have to get in line...” Jack growled as he strode across the room to haul the young man into his arms and kiss him hard, grinding against him until Ianto was as aroused as his Captain. Grinning, Jack released him and stepped back to admire his handiwork; lightly flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair and gloriously pink, kiss swollen lips. He looked wanton and totally edible!

Moving to his overnight bag, Jack pulled out his clothes; tighty whitey trunks that accentuated the firm lines of his buttocks and had Ianto squirming in his trousers, smart black slacks and an Abercrombie and Fitch maroon t-shirt with a giant coffee cup on it. “Thought this would ‘kind of’ match your colour scheme?”

Still breathless, Ianto just nodded, watching as Jack tucked his t-shirt in and did up his belt. He held his hand out and they made their way downstairs to the shop. Flicking the radio on, Jack led him into the middle of the shop floor and pulled him close, slow-dancing to the immortal sounds of Glen Miller, tipping his face up to kiss him softly. He pulled away and rubbed their noses together as the song ended. “This is your day today, Yanno...it’s going to be a huge success, I know it is...”

Ianto fought back tears at the conviction in Jack’s voice and buried his face into his Captain’s neck, immersing himself in that unique and intoxicating scent...how could his life have changed so much in such a short time..? Jack...it was meeting this amazing man that had suddenly put the rainbow in the sky, polished the stars at night and generally given the world a sparkle and vibrancy that hadn’t been there before... “Thank you...” he stifled a sob, “...for everything...” The tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Hey...” Jack kissed the tears away and hugged him tight. “Now, work to do!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “I need a new list..!” the accompanying seductive suck of his little finger bringing a throaty roar of laughter from the Welshman.

“That’s better!” Jack laughed as he pulled his finger from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ “Right, seriously...what do you want me to do?”

  Still chuckling, Ianto grabbed the order pad and wrote a list as Jack peered over his shoulder. “That should do for now...” he grinned as Jack read it out loud, arching his eyebrow at the accompanying leer as he reached the end of the list. “So, looking forward to the end of the day already?”

“Who says it has to be the end...I’m sure I can entice you to take a coffee break...” Jack murmured as he nipped the Welshman’s earlobe and moved away to switch on the computers.

Ianto shuddered as Jack’s warm breath teased the sensitive flesh of his neck and headed towards the counter to sort out his different blends.

Each was soon absorbed in their tasks. Ianto was at work on his coffee machine and Jack was methodically working his way down his list, setting out croissants, pain au chocolat and cinnamon twists on trays ready for the ovens. The Welsh cakes and bagels were set out; cookies, shortbread, giant cakes and muffins were all under huge glass domes and Jack was singing quietly to himself when Mica and Rhi arrived, both chuckling at the sight of him in his Hands Off the Chef! Apron when he swung round to greet them.

“Morning!” Rhi glanced towards the shop as Mica accepted a kiss on the cheek from Jack before heading through to join Ianto, “how is he?”

“Nervous, muttering unintelligible Welsh under his breath...passionate!” Jack grinned as Rhiannon rolled her eyes in a very Ianto-like manner.

“That’s quite enough information thank you! I’ve still not recovered from my first encounter!”

The timer on the small oven pinged and Jack moved swiftly to load the contents of the tray on to a large serving plate. “Coming?” he nodded towards the shop, “staff breakfast before we open...sociable start to the day, plus it fills the shop with the smell of baking and fresh coffee..!”

“You look...comfortable here...domesticated...” Rhi noted as they headed through the door.

“I told you the other day – I can’t explain it...I know it’s only been days, but it’s like I’ve waiting all my life for him...and he does have his own particular ways of making me work..!” Jack winked as they joined Ianto and Mica, sliding the order list safely into his pocket.

“Mum, Jack, go sit down, we’ll bring the coffee and plates over.” Mica was loading a tray with the familiar blue and white striped mugs and some plates as Ianto moved to join them in the booth. He slid in beside Jack and leant across him to give his sister a hug, Jack snatching a quick kiss on his way back.

Ianto smiled and leant against the reassuring warmth of his body as they slid their fingers through each other’s to link hands which then rested on the table. Rhi watched the interaction; despite his apprehension at the imminent opening of the shop, she’d never seen Ianto so relaxed...whatever it was he had with Jack was obviously good. The image of the last time she’d seen them – indeed, the only time she’d seen them together – flashed through her mind and she grinned – there was no doubting they had chemistry!

Jack raised his mug “To Ianto and @Yanno...” They all clunked mugs and took a sip. “A new one?” he inhaled the aroma and took another sip, his eyes fixed on the Welshman’s expression – a mixture of barely contained excitement and trepidation. “It’s good...really good – slightly nutty, slightly sweet...”

“It’s the @Yanno special signature blend...I made it myself...it’s...” his voice dropped to a whisper so Jack had to lean closer to hear him “I made a blend of your favourite flavours... I mean, you thought of the name and...” The rest was lost as Jack’s mouth crashed against his in a brief but hotly passionate kiss and he was breathless and pink-cheeked when he was released, the blush deepening as he looked up to see his niece and sister gaping open-mouthed at them. 

 

“I told you they were hot, mum!” Mica said in an awed voice. She gazed at Ianto, “can you do that again, Unca?”

Rhiannon fixed her daughter with a stern glare, the teenager giggling, but sliding out of the booth as she began to clear the plates and mugs. Rhi smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen, “Don’t let her get too cheeky...she’s a good kid but she needs reminding of the boundaries sometimes!” She stood up, “okay, what can I do to help?”

Ianto’s face paled as he glanced at his watch, uncharacteristic panic rising...”um, wash up? I don’t know...put the stuff in the oven...we might not have anyone...” he turned to Jack, “what if we don’t have anyone?” his eyes widening as he considered all the ramifications...

“Here...thought this might help calm those last minute nerves...” he dug in his pocket and pulled out Ianto’s stopwatch. Checking his own timepiece he held the battered silver case out “...it’s set for ten minutes...you just need to...”

“God, I love you Jack!” Ianto folded his hand over the Captain’s as he pressed the button on the top to start the countdown. Their eyes met as each replayed his words.

Jack cupped his face and brushed his thumbs over the young man’s cheeks before pressing their lips together in a tender kiss, “I love you too...my Yanno...” Ianto was walking on air as Jack gently propelled him to his station behind the counter before heading to do the final checks as the final minutes to opening ticked away.

Rhi joined her daughter in the kitchen, “somehow I don’t think anything’s going to spoil your Unca’s day today...” she grinned, “I’ll take over in here, you get out to the till...good luck!”

Jack gave a sneaky glance towards his Welshman and pulled his phone out, calling up a pre-written message and pressing ‘send’ before shoving his phone quickly back in his pocket as Ianto looked across at him and smiled...a smile that melted Jack’s heart and made him want to vault the counter and snog his face off!

“We all ready?” Ianto checked his stopwatch, jumping when the radio announcer faded the current track and he heard his name “We’re outside the newest Coffee House in Penarth, @Yanno, and we’re just starting the countdown to opening...are we ready?” There was an answering cheer from a large crowd, “ten...nine...eight...”

“Jack? What’s going on?”

“Sounds like we’ve got lots of thirsty people out there...” Jack grinned “you ready, babe?” He opened the blinds so they could see the mass of people outside.

“...three....two...one...and open!” the radio announcer cheered and Ianto had no time to respond before Jack opened the door and a mass of people poured through it, including some familiar faces... Tosh and Owen took their place in the queue, waving cheerfully.  

Jack guided the radio crew to a booth and took their order, weaving through the crowds to the counter to hand the order in. He swapped a few words with the couple at the head of the queue whilst Ianto filled their orders  – they were from his road so Jason had done a good job – they took their drinks and moved along to Mica to pay and hand in their voucher from the flyer – buy one, get one free, opting to spend the money they’d saved on a giant slice of coffee and walnut cake to share. The first sale was away...

Ianto made a point of brushing their fingers together as he handed over the drinks for the radio crew and added a plate of Welsh Cakes. The look in his eyes said it all, love blazing from those crystal blue depths and it made Jack’s heart pound to think of wrapping this beautiful Welshman, naked and undone, into his arms...

“...anything else Jack?”

“Eh? Oh, no! Thanks!” Ianto’s hand on his dragged him back to the immediate present. He grinned and carried the tray back to the booth where the presenter inhaled the aroma, sipped and...told the listeners that if they wanted good coffee, then the place to get it was @Yanno...the signature blend is quite simply out of this world!

Orders rolled in thick and fast, eat in and take-away, loyalty cards were snapped up and the computers proved very popular... Tosh and Owen had the Breakfast special and went into raptures over the New York blend, the other firefighters appearing at different times during the morning until there was a brief lull around eleven fifty and Ianto was able to stick his head round the kitchen door to check Rhi was okay. She waved thumbs up from the dishwasher she was unloading and carried on.

Jack had run around doing ‘front-of-house’ chatting to the customers, encouraging them to fill in the surveys, refilled the various holders with napkins, milk and sugar, kept Ianto stocked up with clean mugs and plates and cleared tables. One thing was evident – Ianto was going to need more staff if even half of today’s customers came back for more!

Mica was having a long drink of iced water. She grinned at her uncle and fanned her face “what d’you think Unca? @Yanno is flying!”

Ianto spiked the large take-away order he’d just completed as the customers left the shop and looked around. Jack was clearing the table in one of the booths, there were several smaller tables and two of the breakfast bar stools in use, both computers were occupied...it looked and felt like a real shop now! He grinned back at Mica, “Thanks, Imp, yep, I think you’re right – we’re definitely flying! You want to grab a quick break now?”

Mica nodded and headed out to the kitchen. Ianto leant against the counter and watched Jack as he stacked plates and mugs efficiently onto the tray and wiped the table down. Feeling the intensity of Ianto’s gaze on him, he glanced up and winked, the smile sending a surge of heat to Ianto’s trousers and he bit down on his bottom lip as he thought ahead to the coming night and Jack’s new tasks list...

The rest of the day flew by and four o’clock was upon them before they realised it. Thanking the final customers and turning the door sign to ‘closed’ Ianto pulled the blinds down and moved to the centre of the room, calling Jack from the kitchen where he’d taken the latest tray full of dirty mugs and plates out to the dishwasher.

He held his arms out and sighed happily when they were filled with a warm, if a little damp and sweaty, Captain. “Thank you, Jack...I don’t know what you did, but it was amazing...”

“All I did was make a call to my mate at the local radio station and suggest he might like to do an outside broadcast...” he smiled, “it’s you that’s amazing...” he said softly. They gazed at each other, drowning in the intensity of emotions swirling in twin pools of blue, before lips met in a gentle kiss and the world around them faded away. ..

When Mica came back with a tray of clean mugs, they were locked in a tight embrace, hands tangled in hair and around waists, oblivious to anything but each other. Giggling, she called her mum.

Rhi smiled fondly, scribbled a brief note on an order pad and stuck it on top of the till as she dragged a faintly protesting Mica away. They closed the kitchen door quietly and headed for home...

When Jack and Ianto surfaced some time later they realised they were alone, grinning when they found her note. “Oh, that reminds me!” Jack dug in his pocket and pulled out his latest list.

Ianto folded his hand over the note and his Captain’s fingers. “I’m yours Jack...completely...” The older man smiled and led him towards the stairs...

tbc    

 

zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 5/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 3740

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

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

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

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

A/N2 Apologies for the lack of Captain Coat and Coffee Man recently – I do have two partly done, but I have to admit to being totally caught up in this at the moment, plus the Ianto BB as well. Hopefully an update on CC&CM by the end of the week...

Twos and Blues 5/?

Chapter 5

“Ianto Jones! What do you think you’re doing?” Rhi shook her head in an attempt to dispel the images burning on her retinas.

“Making friends?” Ianto deadpanned back at his sister as his blush sky-rocketed over his face and he buried his head in Jack’s hair.

“Hmmmm, I can see that..!”

Jack carefully disengaged his hand from Ianto’s trousers and turned round, holding his hand out towards the frowning woman, “I’m Jack..!”

Rhi looked at the proffered hand, then at her brother’s open flies and tried not to think about what that hand had been doing moments before, a sudden grin splitting her face as she threw back her head and laughed with abandon.

“Oh, God, Ianto..!” she gasped breathlessly, finally planting her hands on her hips to fix the pair of them with a penetrating stare. “Next time you intend on getting down to it in your kitchen, you might want to think about at least shutting the door! Now I’m in severe need of coffee – your best ever cappuccino might just prevent me from being scarred for life! ” Her mouth twitched at the corners as she fought back a grin.

“You...” she looked at Jack, “wash those hands and I’ll happily shake them! Then you can tell me when all this happened and you should know that all I got from Mica was ‘he’s a fireman and he’s hot!’ So whatever you bribed her with...” She picked up the pile of menus from the kitchen top. “I’ll take these through...” considerately not grinning until she was out of their line of sight.

Stopping in the doorway, she glanced back to see them softly stroking each other’s faces before sharing a brief but tender kiss. They parted and Jack zipped them both up, brushing his lips once more to the Welshman’s before patting his backside playfully and nudging him in the direction of the shop. Smiling fondly, she moved away and was sat on one of the breakfast bar stools when Ianto joined her, still glowing from the passionate kissing session she’d walked in on.

“How long?” she asked as he began sorting out the coffee machine.

“Three days...”

“Things are moving quickly then...are you sure that you’re...”

“I’m not gay, Rhi...it’s not men...it’s just him...” a soppy smile curved the corners of his mouth and his crystal blue eyes danced, “...and only him...” He sighed softly, “don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t! It’s like it was always meant to be...”

“It’s exactly the same for me...oh, I’ve put your batter in the fridge...” Jack joined them from the kitchen, walking round the counter to hold out his hand to Rhi, “freshly washed and dried as ordered!” he grinned and Rhi found herself smiling back as she gazed into his clear blue grey eyes, shaking his hand firmly. Mica was right – he was bloody hot!

“Good to meet you, Jack...and thank you for putting a twinkle back in my little brother’s eye...I can’t say it isn’t a bit of a surprise, but he’s definitely happier than I’ve seen him in years...”

“I am still here! Ianto said mildly as he handed his sister a giant mug of frothy, chocolate dusted, cappuccino, ducking down behind the counter to pull out a tin of home made choc chip cookies.

“So you are!” she chuckled, “so maybe I shouldn’t say that I’ve seen far more than was on display earlier!”

Rhi!” Ianto spluttered as he turned scarlet.

“I think that makes us even in the shock stakes now!” dunking a cookie into her coffee. “So, three days...how did it start?”

“You tell it...” Ianto handed Jack a mug of his favourite hazelnut blend and made a vanilla one for himself before leaning into the older man who draped an arm around his shoulders.

“I came to do the Fire Safety Inspection on the shop, took one look and fell for him there and then! He showed me his collection...”

“...please, not his etchings!” Rhi giggled

“...you’ve got etchings? You have to show me those!” the eyebrows waggled suggestively and Rhiannon groaned. She’d walked right into that one! “...his collection of fire engines actually and we got talking about the Fire Service...I ran out on him to go to a fire but I left my number – and my coat – and he called me...”

“And..?”

“That’s it...” Ianto shot Jack a swift glance, a look that said please don’t mention joining the fire service yet!

“No it isn’t! I can read you like a book, Ianto Jones – and you’re holding out on me! Spill it!”

“We...er...I...Jack...”

“I’ve taken the weekend off work to help Yanno with his grand opening...” Jack stated as if it was all planned, not missing the delighted grin that lit up the Welshman’s face.

“@Yanno...of course! That’s where the name came from...good choice actually and the place looks really ...well, like a real coffee house now!”

“Thanks!” Ianto retorted drily, “...as opposed to a butchers or a car showroom I suppose!”

Rhi finished her coffee and hopped off the stool. “It looks good and I’m sure it’s going to be a huge success...” She rounded the counter and tugged him into a hug. “...shout if you want me to do anything, apart from the leaflet drop on the estate, and I’ll make sure Mica’s here by seven tomorrow... I’ll let myself out... Bye!” They heard the door click behind her and grinned at each other.

“Have you really taken the weekend off?” Ianto couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face at the thought of having Jack with him for two whole days.

“I have – you heard me talking to Gav, my Executive Assistant at Torchwood Engineering, this morning, I’m off till Tuesday morning, and I’ve booked off all day tomorrow and Sunday from six through till six in the evening, I’ll have to cover from then though so you might get disturbed in the night...” he raised an eyebrow as Ianto worked it out, smiling into the steamy kiss that followed the young man’s realisation that his bed would be double occupancy for the duration!

“I’ll have to go home and pick up a few things first” he gasped when they came up for air. “If I go now while you cook your Welsh cakes then maybe we could finish what we started earlier?” He moaned as Ianto pressed up hard against him, both equally aroused, bodies trembling with burning desire, as their lips met and tongues sought out each other to dance a passionate tango, thrusting and entwining until they were dizzy with want. Panting, they came up for air, foreheads resting together as pounding heartbeats slowed to normal and Ianto’s now ever present butterflies came in to land. They remained still for long moments, just relishing their closeness, until Ianto regretfully untangled himself from his Captain’s arms and picked up the empty mugs.

Moving away to the kitchen, he called back over his shoulder, “I don’t even know where you live!”

“I’ve got a house down on Marine Parade...oh, it’s not that posh!” he added quickly as Ianto’s eyebrows rose, “I was there before the marina development – it was the Doc’s and Rose’s house so it’s one of the few places I have good memories from.” He headed towards the connecting door to the flat, “may I?”

“Eh, yeah! you don’t have to ask Jack...” as the older man vanished up the stairs to reappear a minute later now wearing his coat, the sight sending Ianto’s butterflies back into excited flight, he’s so bloody hot thoughts searing through his already melted synapses...

Jack grinned at him and his brain went off into fresh raptures.

 “Can I take some of these?” Jack picked up a bundle of flyers, “I’ll get the kids next door to do a leaflet drop around the roads my end of town” he pressed a soft kiss to Ianto’s forehead, “won’t be long – unless I get bleeped of course! Still on duty today...” With a swirl of heavy wool he was gone, the faint sound of the SUV driving away drifting back through the open doorway.

Ianto slumped against the worktop and took a huge breath as he attempted to assimilate the events of the past few days. He’d gone from lonely, single, straight guy to horny couple-ness with another man, committed to become a retained firefighter, been caught practically with his trousers down by his sister and all against the backdrop of the biggest gamble of his life with the imminent opening of his coffee house... Fucking hell Jones –when you do it, you do it wholesale!

The momentary wibble of self doubt was eclipsed by the flood of images of his Captain...hishishis...the thought sending a rush of blood to his groin and a warmth that spread from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes... You’ve got it bad! he told himself, a soft smile lighting up his face as he ran a finger over his still tingling, kiss swollen lips. He wondered fleetingly what Lisa would say if she could see him now...

With these happy thoughts tumbling around his head, he retrieved his batter and shortbread dough from the fridge and set to work on his Welsh cakes, an efficient production line going strong when Jack returned a little over an hour later.

Jack had shot home, grabbed an overnight bag, clothes, toiletries and a few, more personal items, adding his laptop, phone charger and a bottle of champagne from the wine rack to the collection in the boot. He paused in his whirlwind charge to gaze at the picture of himself, Doc and Rose, stroking his fingers lightly over his parents’ smiling faces “I think I’ve found him...the one...” he whispered, his face lighting up as he recalled the image of the Welshman in his suit, the sudden tightening of his trousers confirmation of his attraction! And yes, I’ll be careful!

He popped next door to Jeanette to tell her he was staying at a friend’s for a few days and handed over the bundle of flyers with a crisp twenty pound note for Jason if he’d deliver them to as many houses as he could until they ran out. The twelve year old was saving up for an electric guitar and would often wash Jack’s car or mow the lawn to earn a bit of extra cash. Declining his neighbour’s offer of a coffee, he checked his front door was locked and climbed back into his car.

He sat behind the wheel for several minutes, thinking back over the rapid developments of the past few days – who knew that when he’d agreed to do that Fire Safety Inspection that his entire life would be turned upside down... His head replayed that first sight of the Welshman walking towards him in those jeans, his smile and then there was that tingle of electricity when they’d shaken hands...it was instant head over heels...

He started the engine and slid it into ‘drive’ They had so much to look forward to, including tonight, where he hoped they’d be under the covers sans clothing this time! He forced his mind back onto the road as his trousers tightened in response to the memory of wrapping the gorgeous young man into his arms as he immersed himself in that unique scent that was just Ianto.

Approaching the town centre he saw Rhi come out of the supermarket with an armful of bags and  struggle towards the bus stop. He pulled alongside her, “can I give you a lift, save you getting on the bus?”

Rhi pondered a moment, before smiling her thanks as Jack leapt out and piled the bags into the boot alongside his overnight bag. Rhi watched him, arching one eyebrow in a very familiar manner as she took in the obvious trappings of a stay away from home, but she said nothing until they were sat in the car and heading towards her estate.

“You’d better treat him right...” she said, going straight to the point. “You break his heart and I’ll be after you big time!” the intensity of her words leaving Jack under no illusion that she meant every word.

“I have no intention of hurting him...honestly – I know it’s only been three days but it’s like we’ve always been...will always be...I can’t explain it – it just is...

Rhi smiled at his obvious sincerity, “left here...then down to the end and turn right into the cul-de-sac. House on the left...” She stared out of the window at the run-down houses they were passing, wondering what Jack was thinking about where she lived. “It’s not too bad ‘round here, not really...most people are quite nice...no-one’s got much, but it’s not a drugs den or anything...” She shrugged, it’s us...we do okay... Ianto stayed with us when he first left Newport. Poor thing had to sleep on the sofa, but he said it was better than a bus shelter which was his other option till they sorted the mortgage out on the shop!

I don’t know what he’s told you about our childhood, but it wasn’t the most wonderful; mam died when I was sixteen, Ianto was twelve, tad threw himself into his work for a while, then hit the bottle in a big way – he never hit us, but he was out a lot so I took over the running of the house and all that. Ianto was seventeen when he died and preparing for university, I was freshly married and pregnant. Ianto went to Newport Uni along with many of his friends, including his girlfriend, Lisa. She had him wrapped around her little finger and at her beck and call like a little puppy. They graduated - he’s got a First in Business with Accounting and a Masters in Commerce and Logistics – and he got a job with a firm of Accountants. He’d always wanted to join the Fire Service, but she soon put paid to that idea so he gave up on that dream. Anyway, he’d worked in the coffee shop on the University campus during his studies and enjoyed it – it was hard work, but a social job and he was good at it.

Him and Lisa had their own place by this time but it wasn’t going well. She had a few affairs before finally telling him it was over as she was pregnant with someone else’s baby, which is due this month I think... He took some time off, came to stay with us...spent some time in the cafe talking to Ted and Eleanor about the different coffees – they only did instant! – and they asked if he wanted to buy them out so they could retire. It was just what he needed – a project to get his teeth into, so he spoke to the bank, gave in his notice and moved here five months ago and that’s us up-to-date...

We might not be the closest, we squabble and fall out – he’s incredibly stubborn sometimes – but he’s my little brother and I look out for him...” She fixed Jack with a stern gaze as he stood at her front door with her bags of shopping.

“Message received and understood, m’am!” He stood tall and gave her a salute.

“Get away with you!” she slapped his arm lightly, “thanks for the lift and Mica and I will see you tomorrow morning – preferably with your clothes on!”

“Do our best!” he quipped lightly, sliding back into the driver’s seat before pulling away. He went over what she’d told him as he drove back to the shop, bursting into the kitchen to wrap the young man tightly into his arms and kiss him hard.

Ianto melted into the embrace as his senses were overcome with that wondrous aroma that was Jack and he kissed back enthusiastically, sending his tongue to explore Jack’s mouth thoroughly until they broke apart, panting breathlessly.

“Wow, what a welcome return from my dashing Captain!” Ianto breathed against Jack’s neck as he leant against him, suddenly spinning round to grab an oven glove and dive at his latest batch of Welsh cakes.

“Phew, rescued in the nick of time!” They laughed as Ianto also showed off his freshly made cookies, lemon and cherry shortbread and the sponge bases for a giant coffee and walnut cake. These all need to cool now, so we could take a break?”

“I am yours to command!” Jack stood to attention and grinned.  

“Flat? I’ll make coffee while you bring your bag in...”

Five minutes later they were sat on the sofa sipping a New York blend that Ianto wanted to try ahead of tomorrow’s opening, this would be offered with a bagel and cream cheese or jam as one of the breakfast menus...

“Not bad...I think it’ll be good for those who’re not so keen on having a distinctive flavour – like the mocha or hazelnut or vanilla...it’s good coffee with just a hint of caramel for sweetness...”

As Ianto pondered the appeal of the coffee, Jack was concentrating on the undeniable appeal of the Welshman...his brow crinkled in thought as he bit down on that wonderfully sensual bottom lip, his head tilted to one side... Jack’s heart skipped a couple of beats as Ianto’s teeth tugged on the soft plump flesh before his tongue slipped out to run absently over the bitten area...

Jack suppressed a moan of longing as he noted that Ianto’s mug was empty now so he reached across and took it gently from his hand, scooted closer to him along the sofa to capture his lips in a soft, loving kiss, one hand sliding round the back of his neck, the other pressing in the small of his back to keep him close.

Ianto sank into the kiss, his arms snaking around Jack’s neck as he tangled one into his hair. A single swipe of Jack’s tongue opened his mouth wide to allow that inquisitive member to explore thoroughly as the Welshman slowly melted in his Captain’s arms...

Jack pulled back gently when the need for oxygen became life threatening and they panted softly, lips just millimetres apart. As their breathing slowed, Jack tugged the young man from the sofa and led him wordlessly to the bedroom, dropping to his knees to undo shoelaces and remove their trainers and socks before standing to face him as their eyes met, Jack reading fear, anticipation and wild desire in equal measure in Ianto’s gorgeous blue depths...

Trembling hands caressed faces as their mouths met with the softest of touches, barely there brushes of lips, gazes still locked together and hearts beating rapidly. Jack moved a hand slowly to tug Ianto’s t-shirt out of his jeans, nodding encouragingly for the Welshman to do the same, before fingers slid underneath the cotton fabric to run over smooth warm flesh below as they continued their gentle kisses...

Pulling back from those wonderful lips, Jack gathered the t-shirt at either side of Ianto’s waist and slid it up to his chest, pausing momentarily before tugging it over his head and dropping it to the floor. He stood still while the Welshman’s shaking hands mirrored his actions before capturing his lips, the kiss still soft, but deeper and longer than before, just the tips of their tongues making contact before retreating. It was slow and sensual and they lost themselves to the sensations of skin pressed to skin as hands continued to roam...

They kissed for long pleasurable minutes, breathing becoming faster, lips pink and swollen as tongues began to delve deeper into each other’s mouths, seeking out sensitive nooks and crannies to tease low moans of pleasure that were swallowed up...

Jack’s hands ran lightly down Ianto’s back and over the outside of his jeans to cup his buttocks and tug him in closer, the heat of Jack’s arousal digging into Ianto’s thigh and they ground their hips together, drawing simultaneous gasps from both men as they writhed against the woefully inadequate friction from their trousers. Squeezing his arse briefly, Jack’s hands moved to undo the buckle of Ianto’s belt, then the button and finally slid his zip down, brushing the hot swelling with the heel of his hand before he pushed his jeans down to pool around his ankles. Ianto’s breath hitched as he repeated the action with Jack’s trousers and they stepped out of them together, kicking them to one side to join their t-shirts.

Their eyes met, twin sets of blue darkened by desire, before Jack crushed their mouths together, the kiss wild and messy now as Jack’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the Welshman’s jersey trunks and slowly slid them down, leaving him naked and shaking, mirroring Jack’s actions to render the Captain naked too. Jack pulled Ianto closer and simply held him until his shudders began to recede, before bringing their mouths together in a searing kiss that left them both gasping...

“You okay?” Jack whispered as he urged the Welshman to lie back on the bed.

Ianto nodded, unable to speak, his eyes tightly closed.

“Look at me...” Jack’s voice was low and sensual, sending a surge of fresh heat to Ianto’s groin. I’m going to kiss you all over and I want you to concentrate on the sensations...nothing else exists but my hands, my mouth and your pleasure...

TBC

 

 


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Title: Twos and Blues: 3/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400

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

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

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Now lj is back I will reply to all your lovely comments this weekend...

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

A/N 2 This is [hopefully] going to bring my LJ up to date. From here on updates will be posted to LJ and DW. chap 4 should be up later today. Chapters will be linked. Prologue here http://zazajb.livejournal.com/42896.html

 

Twos and Blues 3/?

Chapter 3

John Hart handed the file to his Watch Manager to get the Breathing Apparatus checks signed off. Owen took the file and scanned the figures. “John?”

“Hmnn?”

“This one’s a bit low...did you double check it? John?” Owen glanced out of the window to see what had grabbed John’s attention. Jack was stood behind a strange car, obviously waiting for the occupant to disembark. As they watched, the door opened and a young man climbed out.

“Who’s the eye candy?” John peered closer, taking in the stranger’s appearance – a three piece suit was not a common mode of attire at the station.

Owen shrugged “possible new probie...the Captain said he might drop in tonight...

“Oh, he’s pretty..!” there was no mistaking the leer in that tone.

“Give the kid a chance to meet everyone and settle in before you eat him alive!” Owen chuckled, John’s predatory nature was well known! “Although, you might want to steer clear altogether...looks like the Captain’s beat you to it!” noting his friend’s happy smile as the young, and undeniably handsome, young man approached their leader, his hand outstretched...

“Bugger!” John leant forward and watched the two shake hands, “hmm, possible...we’ll see...”

Owen gave him a good natured shove, “Right, now you’ve finished drooling over the new boy, can we get back to this?” He tapped the file and they resumed their discussion of the  levels...

Outside, Ianto approached Jack, his knees weak but functioning, his butterflies in mid-display but unable to hide his delight at seeing the dashing Captain in his uniform again. They both gasped at the electric tingle as they shook hands, Jack clasping his other hand over their joined ones to tug him in a little closer.

 “I’m so glad you came..!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, knowing the comment would draw a blush to the Welshman’s pale cheeks. “...and I love the suit, by the way...is there nothing you don’t look drop dead gorgeous in?”

Ianto’s blush intensified as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. There was no doubting the sincerity in those blue grey pools and he suddenly wished they weren’t in such a public place...

I’m glad I came too...” it came out as a hushed whisper, sending shivers of desire down the Captain’s spine and he held on a bit tighter to the other man’s hand.

“You ready to meet the troops? The only one who’s missing tonight is Gareth, he’s on annual leave...”

“Yep, oh, I’ve got a little something for you, hang on, I’ll just get it out of the car...”

Jack released his hand reluctantly but was treated to the wonderful view of the Welshman removing his jacket and then bending over to retrieve whatever it was from the front passenger seat. The fabric of his trousers stretched over the curve of his gorgeous backside and sent yet more fingers of flame charging to the front of his trousers and he had take a deep breath to maintain control. Any more of that and he’d have to go and deal with it in the shower room!

Ianto grinned as he turned around, several familiar paper bags and a squat stainless steel flask in his hands. He nudged the car door shut with his hip, the movement sending Jack’s entire blood supply rushing southwards... “This is for you...”

Taking the flask, their fingers brushed yet again and Jack resolved to visit the shower room at the earliest opportunity! “Coffee?”

“Yep, the hazelnut blend you like...”

“thanks...I’ll enjoy this...and Welsh cakes for the rest of them – you’re spoiling us!” Chuckling, Jack led the way into the station and their first port of call, the Watch Room.

“This is the Watch Room and probably the most important place after the appliances themselves. This is where the turnout instructions are printed out – note the antique dot pin matrix printer! The computer has replaced most paper records but we still like to keep a manual log of every shout even though it’s no longer a requirement...” he paused and glanced up to see Ianto drinking in every word.

“This room also houses the log books, manuals and other statutory requirements, station notices and training records...” Ianto nodded, gazing around with interest. “That’s the main bits in here, now for some introductions! This is Doctor Owen Harper, a snarkier, more sarcastic and grumpy pain-in-the-arse you’ll never meet, but he’s my second in command – official title ‘Watch Manager’ - and a good friend... Owen, this is Ianto Jones...”

“Great character reference there...thanks Jack!”

“Welcome...and it’s Captain ‘till 21:00 – note the stripes”

“Yeah, yeah..! Nice to meet you Ianto...” as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the grin suggesting that he wasn’t unhappy with Jack’s introduction!

The second man stood up from his chair in front of the computer and thrust out his hand “John Hart...” As they shook hands Ianto wasn’t sure what to make of this man – his grip was too tight and he held on just that little bit too long...an attempt at intimidation he wondered, noting that Hart’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Captain...some kind of history there?

He had no time to ponder that one as Jack propelled him into the appliance bay. This is our first away, one five Papa one Romeo, one five being our station number, papa being pump, one, the first away, romeo indicating it carries all the rescue equipment. Total crew capacity is six, although we can go with a minimum of four...and these two lovely ladies are Toshiko Sato, one of my Crew Managers – she’s a computer genius and is constantly on at me about my paperwork!”

The pretty Japanese woman smiled, blushing gently. “It’s Tosh, please...and welcome...I hope you decide to join us, Ianto...”

Ianto smiled back, “thank you, Tosh...the Captain’s doing a good job of persuading me so...” he turned to the second woman who gave him a wide gap-toothed grin...

“...and this is Gwen Cooper, Gwen’s the probie here at the moment, she’s been with us nine months...”

Ianto nodded, the intense look she gave Jack not lost on him. He quelled the sudden rush of...of...jealousy? Almost as if he knew what Ianto was thinking, Jack squeezed his arm briefly, “Okay so far?”

“Yep...nice to meet you, Tosh...Gwen...” Jack steered him towards the next group who were swarming over a different appliance.

“How come he gets to call him Captain already?” Gwen hissed as the two men moved away. “It was months before he invited me...”  

Tosh shrugged, “no idea...” her eyes noting the expression on the Captain’s face and the closeness as he pressed a hand in the small of the Welshman’s back. Time would tell...

The three men stopped work and stood up respectfully as they approached. “This is Rhys Williams, he’s one of my more experienced firefighters now...what is it, eight...nine years now?”

“Just under ten...and I still haven’t got him to a rugby match yet!” Rhys grinned, an open friendly grin that warmed Ianto to him instantly.

“I love rugby!” he said enthusiastically, as they shook hands.

“Then you’re definitely in!” Rhys laughed.

“Thank you, Rhys-the-rant!” Jack chuckled. “You wanna hear him when the Six Nations is on...or any form of England/Wales encounter – boy does he go on..!”

“Haha!”

Jack grinned good naturedly and introduced the other two, Harris and Andy...or should I say Pup and Spook!” They grinned as Jack explained the nicknames, “I had a little black spaniel called Harris when I was growing up...I adored that dog and he was the cutest pup you ever saw...and no, that doesn’t mean I think you’re cute – more likely it’s those dark eyes, floppy ears and wet nose that reminds me of him!”

Harris threw his head back and laughed, his teeth startlingly white against the deep brown of his skin. “Woof woof!”

Shaking his head, Jack leant against Ianto briefly, relishing the warmth of his body as he continued, “Andy thinks the station is haunted and won’t be left here on his own! Oh, and don’t get him started on the subject of aliens..!” The three resumed their work as Jack continued,

“Now this appliance is one five Papa nine. It’s a Denis Rapier Unimog –that means it’s an off-road, 4-wheel drive, all terrain vehicle and that monitor on the top can be remote controlled, it can also convert its water into foam...one day I’ll tell you about the first drill we had with the foam..let’s just say it didn’t go to plan!”

They moved out through the huge open back doors to another purpose built brick building. These two reprobates’ are Nick – he’s been in three years like Andy, and Pete, who’s done twelve years and is my other Crew Manager as well as Gwen’s Auntie

Auntie?

“All new firefighters are assigned a Crew Manager to look after them – help them through their initial weeks, their assessments and training and so on...any worries or problems, you tell your Auntie...I’ll ask Tosh to be yours when you join...”

“When? Not if?”

“No, definitely when!”

“Okay then...when!”      

“Good, glad that’s settled! Pete’s also our carnival co-ordinator – each year we have a float in the carnival and this is the guy who’ll harass you to death until you agree to be part of it! Joking aside, it’s something we always do because it’s a community thing and that’s very important to be involved in – we all live and work here so it’s one of the things that makes us a closer team than the whole-timers...but I never said that, okay!

Nodding at Nick and Pete, Jack led them back to the entrance. “That’s everyone except Gareth, as I said he’s on holiday so you’ll meet him next time. Area-wise, we cover about five square miles, including Penarth – obviously – Dinas Powys and Sully. We’ve got Llandough Hospital, several light industrial estates, the Marina and some petro-chemical sites on our patch, as well as farmers and rural areas, so it’s a bit of everything and about forty two thousand people! Obviously, you’ll learn more as we go along...”

He stepped back in through the main door and stopped in front of a strange wooden board. “This contraption is very old and still better than any new-fangled stuff on other stations. We have three watches, red, blue and green, each firefighter is assigned to a watch, each watch has a Crew Manager, then there’s Owen and myself... When the bells go and everyone comes in, they flick their name on the board and it releases a little wooden ball with a number on it in the colour of their watch...see..?”

He lifted a wooden flap to show all the numbered balls lined up ready. “That way we know precisely who’s on the appliance, Officer-in-charge and so on...it’s old fashioned, but it’s so simple and it works!”

“What happens if not everyone from each watch is available? “

“It doesn’t matter who gets on from whichever watch, as long as the pump gets out as quickly as possible, which is why you have to be able to get to the station in four minutes – being on Windsor Road you’re only going to take a couple of minutes...traffic permitting of course. If I’m at work, the Station Approach Industrial estate is about three minutes and from home is about the same... Drill nights are the only times we stick to individual watches and assigned crewing...” he grinned and nudged the Welshman with his shoulder, “Now you know what they mean when they talk about ‘dropping their balls’!”

They laughed as they moved into the kit bay. “This is obviously where your kit lives, everyone has their own peg, a locker and boot shelf. Your second kit lives in the drying room... The electronic board shows who’s booked on and when a shout comes in, it’ll display the details of the shout and the appliance required... I’ll go over booking on and off and how to do it once we’ve got you set up on the system...now all you have to do is say yes...”

Ianto grinned, “yes!

“So, drill next week and we’ll do all the formal paperwork, in the meantime, I’ll get you set up on the system – it means you’ll have to tell me all about yourself...in detail!” Jack steered Ianto back outside towards his car, the warmth of his hand on the young man’s back radiating through the silk back of his waistcoat and he was left feeling bereft when it was withdrawn.

They stood facing each other, silence falling as each realised the meeting was ending and neither wanted it to. Jack held out his hand, “Glad you came...and thanks again for the coffee – I’ll enjoy that once I’m home from this place...”

The now familiar tingle shot through them as Ianto shook his hand and it was with reluctance that they let go, the Welshman climbing into his car and reversing out. Jack watched him drive away before heading back into the station to oversee the rest of the drill session. He fielded a few questions about their potential new recruit, confirming that the young man was interested in joining them and would be coming back the following week.

After dismissing his crews at 21:00 he got stuck into his paperwork as the others gradually left, Owen and Tosh bidding him goodnight as they headed home together just after ten o’clock, left him alone. Remembering his coffee, he reached for the squat flask and poured, the aroma filling his senses and bringing a memory of another scent, one mingled with ginger and lime attached to the image of crystal blue eyes, a cute button nose and soft kissable lips... Paperwork first he told himself sternly as he sipped his coffee...

Sighing wearily, he slid the final report into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the internal mail tray ready for collection in the morning. He yawned and glanced at his watch, surprised to see it showing almost half eleven. No wonder he was tired, even with two cups of that awesome coffee.

He squirmed on the chair as he remembered the events of earlier that day...if that shout hadn’t come in..? Who knows what might have happened... It was no surprise then, that he found himself driving past...stopping outside Ianto’s shop to gaze up at his flat above. The curtains were drawn but there was a definite bright glow from within; Ianto was still up... He grabbed his phone...

Ianto was stretched out on the sofa, flicking idly through the channels, barely registering the offering from each one before moving on to the next. He had no interest in watching anything but was far too wired to sleep. The day’s events replayed over and over in his head...it had been an interesting day; rescuing a sparrow, creating a batch of perfect Welsh cakes, joining the retained fire service...oh and discovering he was gay...

He frowned, not gay, he amended, it wasn’t men, it was one man...Jack...just him...only him...and now he was so totally out of his depth... He gazed longingly at Jack’s coat, maybe he should go to bed and try to get some sleep – he could always take the coat with him like the night before... He jumped as his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out quickly – no-one ever sent him texts this late so it had to be bad news...

Are you still up Yanno? J

Relief and warmth flooded his body. He tapped a swift reply Yep J I

I’ve got your flask to return...the coffee was awesome! J

A huge grin lit up the Welshman’s face as he replied Glad you enjoyed! Return anytime or take a refill... I

Anytime? Open the door then! J

He sat up and stared at his phone. He was dreaming – of course this was a dream...Jack was coming for coffee at...he squinted at the time on the tiny screen...five to midnight... Okay, if it was a dream then it wouldn’t matter if he let him in... Door entry code for flat 001908 come on up! I He blinked at the sounds of movement downstairs and leapt to his feet, his eyes fixed on the door, heart pounding wildly as the footsteps came closer...

Jack gripped the flask tighter as he pushed the door open and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he took in the sight of the young man who’d captivated him from the moment they’d met. Ianto still had his suit trousers and waistcoat on, but he’d undone the buttons of the waistcoat and the top three buttons of his shirt, a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair visible in the tiny triangle of flesh on show. His tie hung undone, swinging with the gentle sway of his body. He looked utterly beautiful...

Jack hesitated for a split second before striding across the room to wrap the young man into his arms, the flask dropping to the floor as he reached to cup his face with one hand, brushing his thumb lightly over his cheek.

Ianto melted into the embrace, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was Jack, his knees shaking and the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy of chaotic flight.

“Yanno...my Yanno...” Jack whispered against his ear. “You’re trembling...”

Ianto let out a strangled whimper as he tightened his hold around the Captain, “I’ve never...I mean...I want to...it’s like I’m on the edge of a cliff...I’m scared Jack...

“Oh sweetheart, I won’t let you fall...” as he tipped the Welshman’s face up to brush their lips together, the lightest of touches that had Ianto shivering with delicious sensation from head to toe. His hands moved to tangle one in Jack’s hair whilst the other slid down to grab his hip and tug him closer as their mouths met again...tentatively...tiny butterfly touches, each relishing the feel of soft and sensual lips moving sweetly against their own.

Ianto’s low moan was lost as he sank into the kiss, his mouth opening as Jack’s tongue flickered lightly against his lips, sliding inside to slow dance with his own until they broke apart panting softly.

“You okay?” Jack’s breath warm against his skin.

“mmnnn..!” the only coherent sound Ianto was capable of producing, bringing a smile to the older man’s face, a smile that grew as the Welshman tugged him back in for a repeat performance, tentatively sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth where it explored with increasing confidence, mapping every contour possessively...

By the time they came up for air, Ianto was dizzy with desire, fireworks going off in his head, his lips pink and deliciously kiss swollen, his trousers straining at the seams and he wanted more...so much more...

Jack!” he gasped, every nerve ending tingling and his legs boneless, meaning he leant heavily against his Captain who hugged him closer, breathing in the scent that was Ianto... Their eyes met, passion and want raging in twin pools of blue. “Bedroom...” Ianto’s voice was thick with desire and he could barely get the word out...

Entwining their fingers, Ianto led them on shaking legs to the bedroom where they sank down onto the duvet as lips crashed together and they lost themselves in kiss after blissful kiss...

Chapter 4   http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/46457.html

  


zazajb: (gareth John hugs conv)
Title: Twos and Blues: 3/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400
Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*
A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Now lj is back I will reply to all your lovely comments this weekend...
A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...
A/N 2 This one is for schnuffie as LJ’s problems robbed her of her ch2 dedication. Hope you enjoy hon! LJ has refused to post no less than 9 times now - seriously hacked off...

Twos and Blues 3/?

Chapter 3

John Hart handed the file to his Watch Manager to get the Breathing Apparatus checks signed off. Owen took the file and scanned the figures. “John?”

“Hmnn?”

“This one’s a bit low...did you double check it? John?” Owen glanced out of the window to see what had grabbed John’s attention. Jack was stood behind a strange car, obviously waiting for the occupant to disembark. As they watched, the door opened and a young man climbed out.

“Who’s the eye candy?” John peered closer, taking in the stranger’s appearance – a three piece suit was not a common mode of attire at the station.

Owen shrugged “possible new probie...the Captain said he might drop in tonight...

“Oh, he’s pretty..!” there was no mistaking the leer in that tone.

“Give the kid a chance to meet everyone and settle in before you eat him alive!” Owen chuckled, John’s predatory nature was well known! “Although, you might want to steer clear altogether...looks like the Captain’s beat you to it!” noting his friend’s happy smile as the young, and undeniably handsome, young man approached their leader, his hand outstretched...

“Bugger!” John leant forward and watched the two shake hands, “hmm, possible...we’ll see...”

Owen gave him a good natured shove, “Right, now you’ve finished drooling over the new boy, can we get back to this?” He tapped the file and they resumed their discussion of the levels...

Outside, Ianto approached Jack, his knees weak but functioning, his butterflies in mid-display but unable to hide his delight at seeing the dashing Captain in his uniform again. They both gasped at the electric tingle as they shook hands, Jack clasping his other hand over their joined ones to tug him in a little closer.

“I’m so glad you came..!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, knowing the comment would draw a blush to the Welshman’s pale cheeks. “...and I love the suit, by the way...is there nothing you don’t look drop dead gorgeous in?”

Ianto’s blush intensified as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. There was no doubting the sincerity in those blue grey pools and he suddenly wished they weren’t in such a public place...

“I’m glad I came too...” it came out as a hushed whisper, sending shivers of desire down the Captain’s spine and he held on a bit tighter to the other man’s hand.

“You ready to meet the troops? The only one who’s missing tonight is Gareth, he’s on annual leave...”

“Yep, oh, I’ve got a little something for you, hang on, I’ll just get it out of the car...”

Jack released his hand reluctantly but was treated to the wonderful view of the Welshman removing his jacket and then bending over to retrieve whatever it was from the front passenger seat. The fabric of his trousers stretched over the curve of his gorgeous backside and sent yet more fingers of flame charging to the front of his trousers and he had take a deep breath to maintain control. Any more of that and he’d have to go and deal with it in the shower room!

Ianto grinned as he turned around, several familiar paper bags and a squat stainless steel flask in his hands. He nudged the car door shut with his hip, the movement sending Jack’s entire blood supply rushing southwards... “This is for you...”

Taking the flask, their fingers brushed yet again and Jack resolved to visit the shower room at the earliest opportunity! “Coffee?”

“Yep, the hazelnut blend you like...”

“thanks...I’ll enjoy this...and Welsh cakes for the rest of them – you’re spoiling us!” Chuckling, Jack led the way into the station and their first port of call, the Watch Room.

“This is the Watch Room and probably the most important place after the appliances themselves. This is where the turnout instructions are printed out – note the antique dot pin matrix printer! The computer has replaced most paper records but we still like to keep a manual log of every shout even though it’s no longer a requirement...” he paused and glanced up to see Ianto drinking in every word.

“This room also houses the log books, manuals and other statutory requirements, station notices and training records...” Ianto nodded, gazing around with interest. “That’s the main bits in here, now for some introductions! This is Doctor Owen Harper, a snarkier, more sarcastic and grumpy pain-in-the-arse you’ll never meet, but he’s my second in command – official title ‘Watch Manager’ - and a good friend... Owen, this is Ianto Jones...”

“Great character reference there...thanks Jack!”

“Welcome...and it’s Captain ‘till 21:00 – note the stripes”

“Yeah, yeah..! Nice to meet you Ianto...” as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the grin suggesting that he wasn’t unhappy with Jack’s introduction!

The second man stood up from his chair in front of the computer and thrust out his hand “John Hart...”

As they shook hands Ianto wasn’t sure what to make of this man – his grip was too tight and he held on just that little bit too long...an attempt at intimidation he wondered, noting that Hart’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Captain...some kind of history there?

He had no time to ponder that one as Jack propelled him into the appliance bay. This is our first away, one five Papa one Romeo, one five being our station number, papa being pump, one, the first away, romeo indicating it carries all the rescue equipment. Total crew capacity is six, although we can go with a minimum of four...and these two lovely ladies are Toshiko Sato, one of my Crew Managers – she’s a computer genius and is constantly on at me about my paperwork!”

The pretty Japanese woman smiled, blushing gently. “It’s Tosh, please...and welcome...I hope you decide to join us, Ianto...”

Ianto smiled back, “thank you, Tosh...the Captain’s doing a good job of persuading me so...” he turned to the second woman who gave him a wide gap-toothed grin...

“...and this is Gwen Cooper, Gwen’s the probie here at the moment, she’s been with us nine months...”

Ianto nodded, the intense look she gave Jack not lost on him. He quelled the sudden rush of...of...jealousy? Almost as if he knew what Ianto was thinking, Jack squeezed his arm briefly, “Okay so far?”

“Yep...nice to meet you, Tosh...Gwen...” Jack steered him towards the next group who were swarming over a different appliance.

“How come he gets to call him Captain already?” Gwen hissed as the two men moved away. “It was months before he invited me...”

Tosh shrugged, “no idea...” her eyes noting the expression on the Captain’s face and the closeness as he pressed a hand in the small of the Welshman’s back. Time would tell...

The three men stopped work and stood up respectfully as they approached. “This is Rhys Williams, he’s one of my more experienced firefighters now...what is it, eight...nine years now?”

“Just under ten...and I still haven’t got him to a rugby match yet!” Rhys grinned, an open friendly grin that warmed Ianto to him instantly.

“I love rugby!” he said enthusiastically, as they shook hands.

“Then you’re definitely in!” Rhys laughed.

“Thank you, Rhys-the-rant!” Jack chuckled. “You wanna hear him when the Six Nations is on...or any form of England/Wales encounter – boy does he go on..!”

“Haha!”

Jack grinned good naturedly and introduced the other two, Harris and Andy...or should I say Pup and Spook!” They grinned as Jack explained the nicknames, “I had a little black spaniel called Harris when I was growing up...I adored that dog and he was the cutest pup you ever saw...and no, that doesn’t mean I think you’re cute – more likely it’s those dark eyes, floppy ears and wet nose that reminds me of him!”

Harris threw his head back and laughed, his teeth startlingly white against the deep brown of his skin. “Woof woof!”

Shaking his head, Jack leant against Ianto briefly, relishing the warmth of his body as he continued, “Andy thinks the station is haunted and won’t be left here on his own! Oh, and don’t get him started on the subject of aliens..!”

The three resumed their work as Jack continued,“now this appliance is one five Papa nine. It’s a Denis Rapier Unimog –that means it’s an off-road, 4-wheel drive, all terrain vehicle and that monitor on the top can be remote controlled, it can also convert its water into foam...one day I’ll tell you about the first drill we had with the foam..let’s just say it didn’t go to plan!”

They moved out through the huge open back doors to another purpose built brick building. These two reprobates’ are Nick – he’s been in three years like Andy, and Pete, who’s done twelve years and is my other Crew Manager as well as Gwen’s Auntie”

“Auntie?”

“All new firefighters are assigned a Crew Manager to look after them – help them through their initial weeks, their assessments and training and so on...any worries or problems, you tell your Auntie...I’ll ask Tosh to be yours when you join...”

“When? Not if?”

“No, definitely when!”

“Okay then...when!”

“Good, glad that’s settled! Pete’s also our carnival co-ordinator – each year we have a float in the carnival and this is the guy who’ll harass you to death until you agree to be part of it! Joking aside, it’s something we always do because it’s a community thing and that’s very important to be involved in – we all live and work here so it’s one of the things that makes us a closer team than the whole-timers...but I never said that, okay!”

Nodding at Nick and Pete, Jack led them back to the entrance. “That’s everyone except Gareth, as I said he’s on holiday so you’ll meet him next time. Area-wise, we cover about five square miles, including Penarth – obviously – Dinas Powys and Sully. We’ve got Llandough Hospital, several light industrial estates, the Marina and some petro-chemical sites on our patch, as well as farmers and rural areas, so it’s a bit of everything and about forty two thousand people! Obviously, you’ll learn more as we go along...”

He stepped back in through the main door and stopped in front of a strange wooden board. “This contraption is very old and still better than any new-fangled stuff on other stations. We have three watches, red, blue and green, each firefighter is assigned to a watch, each watch has a Crew Manager, then there’s Owen and myself... When the bells go and everyone comes in, they flick their name on the board and it releases a little wooden ball with a number on it in the colour of their watch...see..?”

He lifted a wooden flap to show all the numbered balls lined up ready. “That way we know precisely who’s on the appliance, Officer-in-charge and so on...it’s old fashioned, but it’s so simple and it works!”

“What happens if not everyone from each watch is available? “

“It doesn’t matter who gets on from whichever watch, as long as the pump gets out as quickly as possible, which is why you have to be able to get to the station in four minutes – being on Windsor Road you’re only going to take a couple of minutes...traffic permitting of course. If I’m at work, the Station Approach Industrial estate is about three minutes and from home is about the same... Drill nights are the only times we stick to individual watches and assigned crewing...” he grinned and nudged the Welshman with his shoulder, “Now you know what they mean when they talk about ‘dropping their balls’!”

They laughed as they moved into the kit bay. “This is obviously where your kit lives, everyone has their own peg, a locker and boot shelf. Your second kit lives in the drying room... The electronic board shows who’s booked on and when a shout comes in, it’ll display the details of the shout and the appliance required... I’ll go over booking on and off and how to do it once we’ve got you set up on the system...now all you have to do is say yes...”

Ianto grinned, “yes!”

“So, drill next week and we’ll do all the formal paperwork, in the meantime, I’ll get you set up on the system – it means you’ll have to tell me all about yourself...in detail!” Jack steered Ianto back outside towards his car, the warmth of his hand on the young man’s back radiating through the silk back of his waistcoat and he was left feeling bereft when it was withdrawn.

They stood facing each other, silence falling as each realised the meeting was ending and neither wanted it to. Jack held out his hand, “Glad you came...and thanks again for the coffee – I’ll enjoy that once I’m home from this place...”

The now familiar tingle shot through them as Ianto shook his hand and it was with reluctance that they let go, the Welshman climbing into his car and reversing out. Jack watched him drive away before heading back into the station to oversee the rest of the drill session. He fielded a few questions about their potential new recruit, confirming that the young man was interested in joining them and would be coming back the following week.

After dismissing his crews at 21:00 he got stuck into his paperwork as the others gradually left, Owen and Tosh bidding him goodnight as they headed home together just after ten o’clock, left him alone. Remembering his coffee, he reached for the squat flask and poured, the aroma filling his senses and bringing a memory of another scent, one mingled with ginger and lime attached to the image of crystal blue eyes, a cute button nose and soft kissable lips... Paperwork first he told himself sternly as he sipped his coffee...

Sighing wearily, he slid the final report into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the internal mail tray ready for collection in the morning. He yawned and glanced at his watch, surprised to see it showing almost half eleven. No wonder he was tired, even with two cups of that awesome coffee.

He squirmed on the chair as he remembered the events of earlier that day...if that shout hadn’t come in..? Who knows what might have happened... It was no surprise then, that he found himself driving past...stopping outside Ianto’s shop to gaze up at his flat above. The curtains were drawn but there was a definite bright glow from within; Ianto was still up... He grabbed his phone...

Ianto was stretched out on the sofa, flicking idly through the channels, barely registering the offering from each one before moving on to the next. He had no interest in watching anything but was far too wired to sleep. The day’s events replayed over and over in his head...it had been an interesting day; rescuing a sparrow, creating a batch of perfect Welsh cakes, joining the retained fire service...oh and discovering he was gay...

He frowned, not gay, he amended, it wasn’t men, it was one man...Jack...just him...only him...and now he was so totally out of his depth... He gazed longingly at Jack’s coat, maybe he should go to bed and try to get some sleep – he could always take the coat with him like the night before... He jumped as his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out quickly – no-one ever sent him texts this late so it had to be bad news...

Are you still up Yanno? J

Relief and warmth flooded his body. He tapped a swift reply Yep  I

I’ve got your flask to return...the coffee was awesome! J

A huge grin lit up the Welshman’s face as he replied Glad you enjoyed! Return anytime or take a refill... I

Anytime? Open the door then! J

He sat up and stared at his phone. He was dreaming – of course this was a dream...Jack was coming for coffee at...he squinted at the time on the tiny screen...five to midnight... Okay, if it was a dream then it wouldn’t matter if he let him in... Door entry code for flat 001908 come on up! I He blinked at the sounds of movement downstairs and leapt to his feet, his eyes fixed on the door, heart pounding wildly as the footsteps came closer...

Jack gripped the flask tighter as he pushed the door open and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he took in the sight of the young man who’d captivated him from the moment they’d met. Ianto still had his suit trousers and waistcoat on, but he’d undone the buttons of the waistcoat and the top three buttons of his shirt, a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair visible in the tiny triangle of flesh on show. His tie hung undone, swinging with the gentle sway of his body. He looked utterly beautiful...

Jack hesitated for a split second before striding across the room to wrap the young man into his arms, the flask dropping to the floor as he reached to cup his face with one hand, brushing his thumb lightly over his cheek.
Ianto melted into the embrace, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was Jack, his knees shaking and the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy of chaotic flight.

“Yanno...my Yanno...” Jack whispered against his ear. “You’re trembling...”

Ianto let out a strangled whimper as he tightened his hold around the Captain, “I’ve never...I mean...I want to...it’s like I’m on the edge of a cliff...I’m scared Jack...”

“Oh sweetheart, I won’t let you fall...” as he tipped the Welshman’s face up to brush their lips together, the lightest of touches that had Ianto shivering with delicious sensation from head to toe. His hands moved to tangle one in Jack’s hair whilst the other slid down to grab his hip and tug him closer as their mouths met again...tentatively...tiny butterfly touches, each relishing the feel of soft and sensual lips moving sweetly against their own.

Ianto’s low moan was lost as he sank into the kiss, his mouth opening as Jack’s tongue flickered lightly against his lips, sliding inside to slow dance with his own until they broke apart panting softly.

“You okay?” Jack’s breath warm against his skin.

“mmnnn..!” the only coherent sound Ianto was capable of producing, bringing a smile to the older man’s face, a smile that grew as the Welshman tugged him back in for a repeat performance, tentatively sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth where it explored with increasing confidence, mapping every contour possessively...

By the time they came up for air, Ianto was dizzy with desire, fireworks going off in his head, his lips pink and deliciously kiss swollen, his trousers straining at the seams and he wanted more...so much more...

“Jack!” he gasped, every nerve ending tingling and his legs boneless, meaning he leant heavily against his Captain who hugged him closer, breathing in the scent that was Ianto...

Their eyes met, passion and want raging in twin pools of blue. “Bedroom...” Ianto’s voice was thick with desire and he could barely get the word out...

Entwining their fingers, Ianto led them on shaking legs to the bedroom where they sank down onto the duvet as lips crashed together and they lost themselves in kiss after blissful kiss...

Chapter 4 http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/46457.html
zazajb: (Twos and blues)


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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 2/?

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto grinned as Rhi applauded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack? Who’s Jack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Jack...”


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

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

 

 


zazajb: (Twos and blues)

Title: Twos and Blues: 1/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Gavin/Stu
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400

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

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

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

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



Twos and Blues 1/?

Chapter 1

The alarm blared out, dragging Ianto from a most enjoyable erotic dream - if his bodily state was anything to go by - as he stuck out an arm to hit the snooze button without opening his eyes. The dream slipped away from his brain’s desperate attempt to recall it like wisps of smoke dissipating on the breeze and he sighed, reluctantly forcing his eyes open to come face to face with the heavy wool coat he’d somehow managed to cuddle into during the night.

Blushing profusely despite the fact he was alone, he untangled himself from the fabric, that same intoxicating scent sending his senses soaring and causing hot pulses of desire to pool in his pyjamas. Suddenly he was overcome with confusion and thrust the coat aside, striding to the bathroom where he gave himself a firm hand, a cold shower and a stern talking to...you’re straight...he’s a man...a bloke you only met yesterday...you don’t even know him...

As a strategy it failed miserably as images of those twinkling blue grey eyes, that shock of silky dark hair and knee-melting perfect grin played repeatedly on slow motion through his head proving once again that there was something about this man that drew one Ianto Jones to him like a moth to a flame... Ianto gave up, increased the temperature of the water and allowed himself to wallow in pleasurable release before stepping out, drying and dressing in his battered old jeans and favourite Welsh rugby shirt.

Padding back, barefoot, to his bedroom his gaze was drawn to Jack’s coat, still entwined with his bedclothes. He stared at it, fighting an inexplicable urge to leap back into bed and roll around with it wrapped around him...it was like a living thing, drawing him in... He moved a step closer...

The pulsing beat of Lady Gaga and ‘Born this way’ [Mica’s choice of ringtone for him!] vibrating in his pocket saved him and he jumped, dragging his phone from his jeans, his heart skipping a few beats as Jack’s name flashed up on the caller ID.

“Jack...” he breathed hoarsely

“Hey Yanno, thanks for your message last night... Sorry I didn’t get back to you, but we were out on that shout ‘till just gone midnight! Way it goes sometimes...” Jack caught his breath at the other end of the phone as Ianto’s soft Welsh vowels caressed his ear and sent a surge of heat to his groin. He paused momentarily before leaping in, “I was wondering if I could call in to pick up my coat on my way to work...Torchwood Engineering work, rather than Fire Service...only...” his voice trailed off, suddenly uncertain – maybe this was too much, too quickly? Hell, he didn’t even know if Ianto was interested in him...Mica had said he’d been dumped by ‘Lisa’ and that was definitely female...

“Only..? Jack...you still there?” Ianto’s voice sounded uncertain, anxious even, dragging Jack back to the immediate present.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s just that it’s early and I wouldn’t want to put you out...maybe I should leave it ‘till lunchtime..?” he added hastily.

“No, anytime’s fine, honestly...I’m up and showered...” sudden images of a wet and very naked Jack pressed up against him in the tiny cubicle had Ianto spluttering as his face turned scarlet and he dropped the phone.

“Ianto? You okay?” Jack gasped throatily as the delectable vision of the young Welshman wet from his shower, towel around his waist, rubbing his hair dry as stray droplets rolled down his bare chest – smooth or hairy he wondered – exploded in his brain and throbbed uncomfortably in his trousers.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine, just dropped the phone...er...”

“Yanno...”

“I was just wondering...um...”

“Maybe I could...” they each spoke hesitatingly, both at the same time, drowning the other out.

“Sorry..? You go first...” Ianto bit his lip anxiously, the desire to see Jack again overwhelming.

“No, you...sorry...” Jack held his breath hopefully.

“You could...if you wanted...if you weren’t in a...I mean...you could stop for that coffee you had to leave yesterday...” he blurted out.

“Yes...yes please...I’d really like that...”

“Really?” the relief was evident in the delicious tones on the other end of the line.

Jack grinned triumphantly at his reflection in the mirror as he spiked his hair just a little, “Yes, Yanno...I’d really like that...see you in ten?”

Ianto scrabbled in his bedside drawer and pulled out his tad’s treasured old stopwatch. Clicking the button on the top he chuckled, “that’s ten minutes and counting..!” He hung up and stared at the phone for several moments before his eyes widened at the realisation that Jack would be on his way and he dragged the coat from his bed, hanging it carefully back on the hanger before brushing it quickly with a clothes brush.

Leaving it hung on the bookcase as before, he hurriedly made his bed and headed down to the shop.  Once downstairs he rummaged in the huge freezer and pulled out a couple of unbaked croissants and pain au chocolat along with a handful of cinnamon twists and slid them into the small oven before preparing the beans for the hazelnut roast. He checked the stopwatch – two minutes to go...the butterflies in his stomach swooped and dived and he closed his eyes pull yourself together Jones! Taking a deep breath in, he raked his hands roughly through his still damp hair, jumping as a gentle tapping on the shop door announced Jack’s arrival...

On his way through the shop he flicked the switch on the radio on the counter top, the wonderfully soothing sound of Ella Fitzgerald softening the silence. Wiping his damp palms on his jeans he headed to the door.

“Jack..!” he beamed, unable to keep the delighted grin off his face as he stepped back to allow the older man entry. His eyes roved over Jack’s appearance. “Love the 40’s look – it suits you!” as he took in the dark blue trousers, pale blue shirt and braces over a white t-shirt, “now I can see why you love that coat...it’s the perfect finishing touch...” he stopped abruptly, turning on his heel and leading them back to the counter so Jack wouldn’t see the colour that rose over his cheeks.

Jack grinned to himself as he closed the door behind him and fixed his eyes on the tantalising rear view of Ianto’s denim clad backside. The Welshman looked edible in that red rugby shirt, his hair still damp and tousled and for some inexplicable reason he found the sight of him padding around in bare feet a real turn on... He paused and adjusted his trousers, stifling a moan as his hand brushed the hot swelling. Controlling his breathing with difficulty, he joined Ianto at the counter and watched as those slim hands and dextrous fingers operated the complicated looking machine with elegance and efficiency until the delicious aroma of coffee filled the air.

Once the coffee was poured into the now familiar blue and white striped mugs, Ianto nodded towards the booth they’d sat in the previous day. “If you take these over, I’ll get the pastries...”

“You’re spoiling me!” Jack twinkled at the young man, causing those darned butterflies to whip into full spin mode and he hurried out to the kitchen, biting hard on his bottom lip in an effort to control his errant stomach... He piled the croissants, pain au chocolat and cinnamon twists on to a serving plate, grabbed a couple of smaller plates from the cupboard and a handful of napkins and joined Jack at the table, sliding in beside him and scooting close enough to get a delicious waft of that wonderful aroma that was Jack.

Jack lifted his mug, “cheers!”

Ianto grinned back and responded likewise, clunking their drinks together, “to the first ‘breakfast special; at Ianto’s...

“Is that what you’re calling it?”

”Yeah, thought I’d keep it simple...what d’you think?” he fixed his cobalt blue eyes on the blue grey depths of the older man, watching as they crinkled in thought.

“It is straightforward and simple, and obviously it’s your name, but have you considered something a bit more...”

“...zany?”

“Yeah, but not just that, something that’s totally you and only you?”

“What d’you have in mind? I’m always open to suggestion...”

Jack leant closer and waggled his eyebrows, close enough to smell the fresh fragrance of ginger and lime shampoo that mingled with the rich aroma of the coffee to create an enticing scent that Jack labelled Ianto and stored away safely in his memory “I’ll remember that, Ianto...” he chuckled throatily as the young man’s cheeks coloured and leant closer still, his lips just millimetres from the Welshman’s ear as his hot breath teased the sensitive skin, “you know you’re so adorable when you blush...”

Ianto let out a shaky breath as wild desire coursed through his body and his entire blood supply fled to the front of his jeans, causing him to squirm in his seat. “I...er...” he buried his face in his hands, muffled curses floating from between his fingers, some in English, others in obvious Welsh that had the most exhilarating effect on Jack’s already tight trousers.

Taking pity on the gorgeous young man, and in an attempt to lessen the pressure in his own underpants, he took a slow deep breath, continuing in a conversational tone, “I was thinking of something like ‘at Yanno’s’...with the ‘at’ one of those squiqqles like in an email address...it’s so you and gives the traditional ‘name’ a modern twist...rather like you’ve done with this place itself...”

Ianto looked up, faint traces of pink still visible on his pale face. “You think that’d work?” a gentle smile curving the corners of his mouth, the action reminding Jack just how much he wanted to crush his own mouth to those soft and sensual lips.

Jack nodded, I thought about it most of last night...well, about you generally...” he amended ruefully.

Ianto grinned, “I was thinking about you too... @Yanno’s or without the ‘s’?”

“Without...then you could set up a website and email...you could have your webpage as the wallpaper on your computers in that corner...Mica said you were going to offer free wi-fi and a couple of desktops for customers to use...” he explained in response to the questioning raised eyebrow.

“I like it...” Ianto stood up, both instantly missing the warmth where their thighs had been pressed together. “The sign writers are here today and I said I’d give the printers the final design once I’d discussed it with them. It’s not much, just a few menus, some business cards and flyers, they said it’d be a simple overnight job...” He picked up Jack’s mug and the empty plates, “another coffee?”

Jack glanced at his watch and sighed regretfully. “Much as I’d love to, I have a meeting with clients in  an hour and I need to make sure I’m set up ready...” he paused, “I could come back at lunch time...if you hang on to my coat for me, I’ll collect it then..?”

Ianto nodded, trying not to grin inanely. I’ll keep the front door locked so you could just come in from the back...”

“I bet you say that to all the boys” Jack quipped instantly as the Welshman turned scarlet once again and tore his eyes away from the other man’s.

“Sorry..! I couldn’t resist!” Jack slid from the booth and reached a hand out to brush a thumb lightly over the young man’s pink cheeks, the touch sending shivers of desire down his spine. “Thank you for breakfast and I’ll see you later...about 13:30 okay?”

“You’re welcome...and yeah, I’ll be here...” He watched as Jack strode to the shop door and let himself out, turning to lift a hand in farewell before it closed behind him and he jumped into his SUV and was gone.

Ianto staggered back to the booth and collapsed into it, his breath coming in great heaving gasps as he took in the reality of his unmistakable attraction for this man...Jack... He dropped his head on his hands and carefully replayed every word and action before his confused brain screamed at him to stop. He checked his watch, it was just coming up to eight o’clock so he had an hour at least before the sign writers were due. Leaving the plates and mugs in the dishwasher, he padded back up the stairs and changed into his running gear, tucked his earphones into his ears and turned the music up before setting off at a punishing pace as he worked methodically through his jumbled and conflicting emotions, finally concluding after a four mile circuit that it wasn’t men it was just Jack...only Jack and he’d just see what happened...

After a cool shower he redressed in his jeans and rugby shirt, adding socks and his battered old trainers before returning to the shop to sketch out his new logo, smiling fondly as he recalled the sparkle in Jack’s eyes as he’d suggested the new name for the shop... @Yanno burgundy lettering with gold shadowing in a simple flowing script...thanks Jack...

He made himself a coffee and was just taking his first sip when the two sign writers arrived. Three mugs of mocha blend and half a dozen of yesterdays Welsh cakes later, not to mention the rather large bill, and @Yanno was emblazoned on the windows, the door and the counter plus a much smaller continuously repeated line around the wall just above head height when patrons were seated. It looked brilliant and Ianto couldn’t wait to show Jack. Checking his watch for the umpteenth time, it was still only midday, he’d been to the printers, phoned Rhi to bring her up-to-date with the shop progress and to confirm the colour for Mica’s polo shirt, which, in time, would have the logo embroidered on...and he’d emailed the order for those as well...

Resisting the urge to go back upstairs and cuddle up to Jack’s coat again – he’d already put it on once after his second shower and gazed at himself in the mirror, wrapping the heavy wool around his naked body as he inhaled the heady scent that was just Jack as it surrounded him and flooded his senses – he mixed up another batter mix for a new batch of Welsh cakes which turned out to be a really bad idea as he burnt them...again! Leaving the door open in an attempt to remove the singed baking smell, he was just wiping the surfaces down when a bird flew in and headed straight into the shop, flying high in the rafters, chirping repeatedly as it failed to find a way out...

Cachad!” Ianto sighed and considered his options which appeared rather limited as he realised rather belatedly that he didn’t possess anything resembling a ladder or step ladder. Planting his hands on his hips he glared up at the bird as it bashed its head on the high ceiling time and time again. His eyes considered the tall breakfast bar stools and he shook his head, “nope, not high enough...” he muttered to himself.

He let his eyes drift slowly around the room, narrowing contemplatively as he sized up various items of furniture. The sparrow had now decided that rescue was in progress and ceased its fruitless attempts to fly through the roof, settling on one of the rafters as it watched the proceedings...

Jack sauntered through the back yard of @Yanno and in through the open door, expecting to find the Welshman either baking or working on his menus as he’d texted earlier. He was therefore rather surprised, and somewhat horrified, to find him on tiptoes stood on a chair that was balanced on a table as he attempted to reach a small bird that seemed to be determined to evade capture... “Shit...cachad...bloody stupid bird...twltt din...” a string of muttered obscenities floated down as the sparrow moved itself once more out of the reach of Ianto’s outstretched fingers...

The mix of English and Welsh in those glorious Welsh vowels assailing his ears sent a rush of warmth below Jack’s belt and he let out a gasp before striding across the room to help Ianto climb down from his precarious makeshift ladder. “You okay?”

“Nope, seriously pissed off with this blasted sparrow – either it wants rescuing or it doesn’t!” Ianto huffed indignantly as Jack began to laugh, his laughter infectious as Ianto threw back his head and laughed with him.

Jack put a hand on the young man’s arm “I think I’ve got an idea...have you got an old tea towel or something?“

“Yeah, got hundreds of them! Bought a job lot from a bankrupt stock warehouse – probably got more tea towels than the whole of Cardiff!”

“One will do – like now!” Jack quipped, grinning as the Welshman stuck his tongue out and disappeared back into the kitchen. When he returned, Jack had taken his place on the chair and was waiting for the cloth. “Watch and learn young padawan...”as he took the tea towel.

“Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi...Master...” Ianto grinned and moved back so he could watch. He chuckled as the sparrow shuffled away from the latest assault on its personal space. ‘Maybe you should use the force...!” he giggled, the sound bypassing the Captain’s brain and settling directly in his groin.

Gritting his teeth now, Jack carefully inched towards the tiny bird, throwing the tea towel over it and grabbing it quickly, trapping their feathered friend inside it. “Gotcha!” Jack was triumphant for a millisecond until he realised he no longer had a hand to hang onto the rafters with and he was way past the point of safe balance, “I-a-n-t-o-o-o-o-!!!” he wailed as he fell...

“Oh fuck!” Ianto rushed forward to catch the other man, the momentum knocking them both to the floor. Out of the corner of his eye Ianto saw the chair topple, almost in slow motion and despite having the air squashed out of him, he rolled them over and over, out of the way as the chair crashed beside them. The tea towel fell from Jack’s hand, landing over their heads, the bird sensing freedom, hopped out and took off through the open doorway...

Neither man noticed it go, their eyes fixed on each other, each aware of the hot hard swelling straining against the confines of their trousers. Jack, who’d ended up underneath, tilted his chin up, daring the Welshman to make a move... Those perfect pink lips parted slightly and the young man’s breath became a series of tiny pants. He leant forward, minutely, but a definite movement...

Jack hitched his breath, arching his back slightly to grind their hips together...

Ianto leant closer, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was simply Jack...he wanted to kiss him...really, really wanted to kiss him...never kissed a man before...shit...what if I do it wrong...what...”

A familiar insistent and shrill bleating split the air, drawing gasps from both men and a string of frustrated choice words from the older man as he rolled Ianto off him and leapt to his feet. “Bloody hell! not again! Sorry, Yanno, I have to go...look after my coat till I get back...”

His footsteps faded as he ran out of the back door leaving Ianto sat on the floor, one hand wrapped tightly around his knees, the other tracing the outline of his lips with his fingers...wondering what it would’ve been like and knowing without a doubt now, that he wanted to find out... “Jack...hurry back...” he whispered to the empty air...


The adventure continues in Chapter 2 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43503.html

 

 


zazajb: (Twos and blues)

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

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

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

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

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



Twos and Blues

Prologue

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

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

Twenty three years later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do? It’s a bit different...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s never too late...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yanno – call me 07900 884246 Jack

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

 

 

  


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: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Seasons of the eternal circle
Author: zazajb
Rating: mild R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Brychan, Ammeline, Jacqui, Euan
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: It’s Jack and Ianto’s anniversary... Words 2650

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

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


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

A/N Yay, I'm back from my self-inflicted exam paper 3 and a half week exile...got 600+ messages in my inbox so it's going to take me a while to catch up on all your fabulous updates of my fav fic... Thanks to all those wonderful people who sent messages of encouragement and virtual gifts - you guys kept a smile on my face when the withdrawal symptoms got really bad! Love you all! xxx 

A/N1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] wanda1969  – happy birthday hon, from one romantic to another xxx

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

 

 

Seasons of the Eternal Circle

“Have you got everything?” Ianto called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs to answer the door.

“Yep..! no..! Where are my flippers? Jacqui said we might go to the Lakeside Water Park and we could go in the CoralZone...I need my flippers...” sounds of frantic rummaging in wardrobes floated down as Ianto opened the door to a smiling Jacqui and a madly grinning Euan.

“Hi...come in...Bry’s just looking for his flippers..!” Cariad, can you help Bry look for his flippers before he empties every cupboard..!

Sure thing sweetheart...Amme’s ready...

Love you...

Ianto ruffled Euan’s hair. “Bry says you’re going to Lakeside?”

“Yeah...so cool...we get to snorkel in the CoralZone...” Euan bounced enthusiastically, “and Amme and mum can play in the baby pool and they’ve got a whale that shoots water at you and a big sand pit with sea shapes like buckets...” he paused dramatically and took another huge breath, “and there’s a...”

“Okay...we get it – you’re exited!” Jacqui smiled at her son. “Why don’t you go and see if Bry’s found his flippers yet?”

“Kay..”

Jack, hyper six year old on the way up..!

Noted and moving back from the door! We’ve found Bry’s flippers and his room doesn’t look too bad...considering!

Ianto rolled his eyes, a soft smile curving the corners of his mouth as Jack shared the happy sight of the two friends bounding around their son’s bedroom like mad kangaroos!

Come down when you’re ready...I’m just going over the arrangements with Jacqui...you want coffee?

Always!

Ianto chuckled, startling Jacqui who was watching him with a puzzled look on her face. He shook his head, catching her gaze, “I’m just imagining the three of them going mad up there!”

“Three? But Amme’s only...”

“No, the boys and Jack! They’ll be trampolining on the bed before we know it! And yes – they’ve done it before which is why we had the ceiling reinforced!” He grinned and headed to the kitchen, “I’m joking about the ceiling...although it’s an idea..!”

“Is there anything else I should know about nap times or bedtime routines..?” Jacqui couldn’t help the blissful smile that spread over her face as Ianto handed her a mug of his famous coffee.

“Nope, think you’ve got everything...as long as she’s got her Dagga she’ll go off to sleep about six thirty and sleep through ‘till seven the next morning. She’s dry day and night now, but I’ve put some trainer pants in just in case...” Coffee’s poured cariad... She loves the water and eats just about anything you put in front of her, though she is particularly fond of her Farley’s rusks...” he rummaged in the vegetable rack and pulled out a new box, adding sheepishly, “I have to hide them from Jack!”

He thrust them at Jacqui quickly as Jack came bounding in through the door and pounced on Ianto first, kissing him soundly much to Jacqui’s enjoyment and amusement, and then grabbed his coffee, inhaling the aroma with obvious rapture, before taking a large gulp and finally swinging round to wrap Jacqui into a fond one-armed hug. Releasing her, he eyed the box in her hand, “Farley’s rusks..?”

Ianto rolled his eyes and Jacqui laughed, moving the box firmly out of reach before fixing Jack with an attempt at a stern glare, which failed miserably when he turned on the full-power puppy dog eyes.

“Get off!” she giggled, pushing him away, “these are for Amme, not you!”

Jack ginned and draped himself round Ianto’s shoulders, nuzzling into the Welshman’s neck and nipping lightly to send shivers of desire cascading through the young man’s body... Shall we see our children off for their weekend adventure away..? then we can... He left the suggestion hanging, knowing that Ianto’s trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight at the images he was flooding into his head.

Pulling away regretfully from the warmth of his partner’s body, Jack headed back into the living room where Amme was now in her large play pen and the boys were making her giggle by hiding behind each other and jumping out. Amme clapped her little hands and squealed with delight, the laughter intensifying as her daddy scooped her up and blew a loud raspberry on her tummy...

He put her down as Jacqui and Ianto followed him into the room and the little girl toddled happily towards them “...aunta Jaja...” she held her arms out up as Jacqui picked her up and swung her round, laughing at the “...more Jaja...’gain..!”

“Jaja always makes me feel like I’m that alien from StarWars..!” she grinned, “lucky there’s no such things as aliens!”

We’ll have to tell her one day that the Captain Coat and Coffee Man stories are all true...

Jack ticked his daughter under her chin before planting a soft kiss on Jacqui’s cheek.

“What was that for..?” she blushed, pleased.

“For being you...” He wound his arm round Ianto’s waist as the Welshman rejoined them with the boys in tow, each carrying an overnight bag. “We really appreciate this...”

“Anniversaries are special times and you deserve some alone time...ten years and two beautiful children is something that should be celebrated...and I’m going to have fun myself...” she turned to the boys who were edging hopefully towards the door, “are we ready to go..?”

The yells were deafening and Bry tore the front door open before the two excited six year olds charged down the driveway to Jacqui’s car. The three adults laughed and followed in their wake.

Jack and Ianto each kissed their daughter before strapping her into her car seat then hugged Bry tightly. “Have a great time kiddo...” Jack squeezed his shoulder and Ianto ruffled his hair.

“I will, bye dad...tad and I hope your super powers will be recharged for story time next weekend...” he laughed as he and Euan climbed into the car and strapped themselves in.

I’m planning on wearing them out first... Jack sent with a leer and a slow replay of the last sensual unwrapping of his gorgeous Welshman.

Ianto blushed and turned to Jacqui, leaving her wondering again how they seemed to have silent conversations...but then after so long they knew each other so well...she sighed wistfully to herself and dragged her thoughts back to the present. “Okay, we’ve got children, we’ve got overnight bags so I guess we’re good to go!”

Hugging both men tightly, she kissed each of their cheeks “Happy Anniversary...see you tomorrow evening...”

“Any problems, just call...” Ianto leant against Jack as Jacqui slid into the driver’s seat. They waved as the car pulled away and watched until it disappeared from sight around the corner.

“So...Mr Harkness-Jones...I have you all to myself...” Jack’s breath, warm against his ear, sent delicious shivers down Ianto’s spine and he turned to wrap his arms around the older man’s neck as he claimed his mouth, and they kissed sweetly as each revelled in the feel of soft lips moving against their own. Jack nibbled enticingly on Ianto’s bottom lip, the gentle moan lost as the Welshman opened his mouth so their tongues could enjoy a seductive slow dance as they twirled and the kiss deepened, each now pressing closer, passions rising...

Now...want you now... Their thoughts collided as they came up for air, hands clasped tightly and Jack led them indoors, kicking the door shut with his foot as Ianto slammed him into the hall wall. Lips crashed together, tongues now duelled wildly and hands grabbed frantically at clothing as their blood supply fled south... They broke their kiss for a split second as each tore the other’s t-shirt over their head, Ianto’s Blue Gillespie flung left, Jack’s Captain America – so apt that one, Ianto always thought – flying backwards as lips reattached and the blissful sensation of skin on skin accompanied the searing kisses while hands continued to roam, attacks now moving to belts, buttons and zips...

Lube in jeans pocket...

Got it...

Their thoughts swirled and entwined, deeper...no words...just intense and beautiful emotion, taking their lovemaking to another plane as each lost themselves completely in the other, every cell of their being merged until they cried out as one and slumped in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs on the hall wood-panel floor.

Love you, Ianto...

Love you too, Jack...

They headed to the shower where they exchanged tender kisses under the steaming spray, passion reigniting until they emerged, clean and glowing...

Ianto dressed carefully, his charcoal suit and purple Swiss cotton shirt with the deep red tie a favourite ensemble of Jack’s. His hands trembled as he buttoned up the waistcoat and tied a perfect knot of silk at his throat...

In Bry’s room, Jack was dressing in his wedding suit, a dark blue three piece, with palest blue shirt and deep blue tie...he ran his finger over the engraving on the pocket watch Ianto had given him J All the time we have...yours always..I x a surge of warmth and love cascading through him as he shared the image with the man he loved so very much in the next room.

You ready Yan?

Yep!

Let’s do it...

What if I mess up...

You won’t...but it wouldn’t matter...just doing this with me is... Jack stifled a sob...

Cariad..?

I’m fine...just a bit...overwhelmed...

Can I see you now?

We leave the rooms together...ready...three, two, one...

They stepped out onto the landing, simultaneous intakes of breath as they each took in the other’s attire.

Wow Jack, you look amazing...

You’re so beautiful...

Hands reached towards each other, hovered in mid-air before dropping back to their sides without making contact.

Jack went to the top of the stairs, Ianto close behind him...close enough to drown in the intoxicating scent that was Jack, enough to calm his nerves...

Wait here...I’ll just be a moment... Jack walked briskly down the stairs and gathered their scattered clothing from earlier, dumping it out of sight in the utility room. Next he went into the living room and moved the chairs and the coffee table, lit the tall candle and placed the two smaller ones, unlit, on either side. Finally, he retrieved the blood red towel and filled the ornate alien bowl with warm water, placing both carefully on the coffee table.

I’m ready now...

Descending the stairs on somewhat wobbly legs, Ianto took deep breaths in an attempt to slow his pounding heartbeat. He stopped at the closed door of the living room and bit his bottom lip nervously before knocking firmly on the solid wood, sounding loudly in the quiet hallway.

Jack opened the door, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears, echoing Ianto’s own emotional state. He attempted a tiny smile which was returned and a flicker of emotion broke through before both reasserted their mental shields.

Jack held out both hands and Ianto mirrored his actions, stopping when they were just inches apart. “Ianto Jones, you have consented to share new season, new hope and new life with me in accordance with the ancient Boshane Courtship ritual. Come and be cleansed, that we may be unburdened as we set out on our life together...”

Ianto followed as Jack led him to a chair, indicating that he sit. As soon as he was seated, Jack knelt down and carefully removed the Welshman’s shoes and socks, putting them to one side. Next he spread the blood red towel out on Ianto’s lap and picked the bowl up, holding it just above the towel. Their eyes met and Ianto gasped at the intensity of emotion that blazed out from those blue grey depths.

At Jack’s minute nod, he immersed his hands and spread his fingers, moving them gently side to side for several seconds until Jack nodded again and he removed them from the water. Jack replaced the bowl on the table and Ianto dropped his hands onto the towel. With a reverence that took his breath away, Jack dried each of Ianto’s hands, still not making any skin to skin contact. Next he repeated the process with Ianto’s feet.

Standing he took the bowl back into the kitchen and poured the water away, replacing it with fresh. Setting the bowl back on the coffee table, he sat down and placed his hands in his lap. Ianto moved to kneel in front of him and draped the towel over Jack’s knees, before repeating all of Jack’s actions; taking off his shoes and socks before washing and drying his hands and feet. He took the bowl into the kitchen and emptied it, bringing the bowl back to place it once more on the coffee table. Then he folded the towel and put it inside the empty bowl.

They both knelt on the floor and Jack held out his hands, “I ask that you take my hands in truth and love...”   as Ianto clasped them firmly in his own.

“I take your hands in truth and love...” as their eyes met once more with deep longing and both lowered their shields to let their thoughts entwine joyously.

“...to come with me willingly on this journey...”

“I come with you willingly on our journey...”

“...to share this new season, with new hope in our new life...”

“I share your new season, with new hope in our new life...”

Tears spilled down Jack’s cheeks as he released one of Ianto’s hands to pick up one of the candles, lighting it from the tall pillar candle on the coffee table. He offered the candle to Ianto who took it, his own tears also falling unchecked down his face.

Ianto now released Jack’s other hand and lit the second candle, offering it to the man he loved with his entire being. Jack took it and they linked their free hands together once more.

“...as I commit myself to you...Ianto...”

“...as I commit myself to you...Jack...”

“...for all seasons of the eternal circle...” they said together, their voices hoarse with raw emotion.

Both reached across and placed their candles carefully in the holder on the table before picking up their wedding rings that they’d removed earlier that morning. Eyes locked on each other once more, they each took turns to slide the ring onto the other’s finger. Smiling now, through their tears, they leaned forward, hands entwined and their lips met tenderly, the kiss a summation of every emotion that they shared...a kiss that grew in intensity, until it became many kisses and fired the simmering passion building in their nether regions...

I love you Jack Harkness-Jones... Ianto shuddered as desire rocked him back onto his heels, breathless and dizzy...

I love you Ianto Harkness-Jones... Jack paused, panting softly from the heat and intensity of their kisses

Ianto...

Jack...

Take me to bed...

Thoughts melted into incoherence as they stumbled up the stairs and tumbled onto the bed, fiery kisses burning hot trails over sensitive skin as they undressed each other slowly and the world outside ceased to exist...it was just them, right here, right now... as they celebrated their newly made promises, finally falling into a sated sleep, wrapped in the eternal circle of each other’s arms...

End

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

 

 

 


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!!!

 


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...

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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...

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