zazajb: (Default)

Title: To make you feel my love...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : s1 & 2
Summary: Ianto thinks about their relationship... Words 1800

Warnings: mentions of canon 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 singer either!
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung here by Adele

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzmTFBPMhk8

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

AN: This is for Lilferret  Hope it’s what you wanted, hon

 

To make you feel my love...

Ianto paused, remembering...

Two steaming mugs of his Captain’s favourite blend and plates of chewy chocolate brownie balanced on his tray, Ianto made his way from the kitchen to Jack’s office, nudging the door open with his hip, glancing around, surprised to find it empty... Last time he’d looked, Jack had been trawling wearily through the mountain of files in his ‘IN’ tray, which was why Ianto had hastened to brew some coffee to top up the older man’s caffeine levels – when Jack was actually doing his paperwork, a rarity in itself! - he needed frequent encouragement to continue!

“Jack...sir..?” he called down into the open hole in the floor. No reply. Turning to leave, he noted the empty coat stand and comprehension replaced the puzzled look on his face. He dumped the tray on top of the open file on the desk and hurried out of the roller door.

A few minutes later he was stepping out on to the roof of the Millenium Centre, that familiar back view in its usual place as his Captain gazed out over the city. Ianto shivered in the light drizzle, wishing he’d grabbed his jacket on the way out. A heavy sigh floated back on the breeze. Ianto squinted anxiously in the dark, but the silhouette hadn’t moved when the rain is blowin’ in your face....

It had only been a week since Jasmine and the faeries and the rest of the team were still furious at the tragic – and in their opinion, part unnecessary, outcome. Tomorrow...today he corrected himself wryly, 3:00am was well into the new day...was the funeral of Jasmine’s stepdad. Jack would go and watch from a distance, the heavy weight of knowing his actions had destroyed a woman’s life, on his shoulders...the actions he knew were unavoidable despite the team’s refusal to believe that Jasmine’s fate had been sealed the instant she’d become a chosen one...

Ianto watched as the team vented their fury in the days immediately after...”she was an innocent child, Jack...and you just gave her up”...and the whole world is on your case...their outbursts eventually commuting to tight-lipped politeness and a distinctly chilly atmosphere that matched the downturn in the weather. He’d taken to staying later after the others had gone home, providing coffee and sweet treats, wanting so much more...I could offer you a warm embrace...as his heart quietly broke to see his Captain retreating into himself...closing the door they’d opened after Lisa, the tentative reaching out that had begun, now withdrawn...

From his draughty position in the shadows he caught his breath as Jack took a step closer to the edge. “Don’t Jack...please!” the words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, his plan to simply observe and pick up the pieces as required, now blown to pieces.

“Ianto? What the hell are you doing here?” Jack moved away from the precipice and strode towards him, frowning.

“I...shit! I didn’t want you jumping off like...” his voice faltered as he remembered Jack didn’t know he’d seen him go off the edge two days previously.

The frown intensified as Jack processed his words, suddenly melting away to show a glimmer of the Captain he’d fallen so head over heels for and Jack’s huge grin lit up the night sky. “Oh, Ianto...why didn’t you say? That wasn’t me jumping – that was a severe miscalculation in how far I could reach over without losing my balance!” The grin faded a little as he watched the Welshman shivering in his shirtsleeves. “Here...” he reached out to tug him in, wrapping his coat around them both, “you’ll catch your death out here, which would be quite ironic as you’re watching to make sure I don’t catch mine!”

Ianto pressed himself closer, soaking up the welcome heat of Jack’s body combined with heavy 1940’s wool, a tiny smile curving his lips as a soft kiss was planted on his forehead before Jack continued “there’s one of those labels caught on the stone – you know, the ones people put on balloons and then let them go to see how far they’ll travel? It’s just out of reach...” He paused and bent his head, his hot breath on Ianto’s ear sending shivers down the Welshman’s spine, “thank you...for caring...” a tight squeeze of a hug and another gentle kiss, this time on his own chilled lips, and Jack was ushering them off the roof, back to the relative warmth of the hub.

Once the invisible lift had deposited them in the main workspace, Jack laced their fingers together and led them to his office, ignoring the now cold coffee, climbing down the ladder where he stripped them both down to their underwear and wrapped Ianto back into his arms in his tiny bunk. “Sshh...now sleep...” Jack’s lips, warm and tender, pressed briefly on the back of his neck as the Welshman yawned sleepily and sank into the embrace...to make you feel my love...

 The memory faded, to be replaced with another rooftop, another time...under a clear moonlit sky...when the evening shadows and the stars appear... A month had passed since the devastating explosions had rocked Cardiff, the grief that followed the loss of Tosh and Owen still a raw and open wound. Night after night Jack had slid from their bed once he thought Ianto was asleep, making his way to that all too familiar spot on the roof...and there is no-one there to dry your tears...the immortal man attempting to reconcile the pain of losing yet more people he’d loved with the huge decision facing him...

The prospect of watching his beloved Welshman die scared him to his very core, nights of tender loving where they’d whisper promises of eternal togetherness in the heat of passion...I could hold you for a million years...to make you feel my love... Later, in the cold light of day, Jack watched the young man so hard it ached...wanted him so much it burned...turmoil raging in his thoughts...could he let himself love again...love this extraordinary young man who gave so freely of himself and asked for nothing in return... knowing it was too late - he was lost already, Ianto was settled firmly in his heart...

Each evening Ianto would soothe his fears away and they would lose themselves in searing kisses and the feel of hot skin against skin as blissful release took them to the cosmos for delicious moments of oblivion until they held each other, tears streaming silently down their faces and the cycle began anew.  

Today had been particularly trying; weevils, space junk and a new rift refugee all adding to the strain of getting through each day and Jack had finally succumbed to sleep, wrapped tightly in Ianto’s arms...

Gazing down at the man he loved with every fibre of his being, Ianto stroked his fingers gently through Jack’s hair, praying, as he did every night, for at least one more day... “I’ll be with you as long as I can...’till I’m old and grey if I get my way!” he whispered into the darkness, “I know you haven’t made your mind up yet...I know you’ve lost so many people you’ve loved and I’m just a blip in time for you...” He bit his lip, fighting back the emotions as tears filled his eyes, “but I will never do you wrong...

His hand stilled as Jack shifted in his sleep, moving closer. His thoughts flew back to that first weevil in the woods...I’ve known it from the moment that we met...leaning down to press a tender kiss to Jack’s temple, “...no doubt in my mind where you belong...” his arms tightened almost convulsively, “here...in my arms for as long I survive...”

A rolling stream of near disasters hurtled through his head, a mad, mad day with one rift alert after another running them from one side of the city to the other, until pale and weak, he’d collapsed in his Captain’s arms...I’d go hungry...then that time where an enormous weevil had caught him by surprise as he was sedating its mate, sending him tumbling down the stone stairwell, landing dazed and battered in a heap with the creature on top of him, just a fraction of a second between him and death before Jack had put a bullet in the back of its head...I’d go black and blue... Jack had cried that night...

Days later a derelict warehouse explosion had sent him flying twenty feet in the air and he’d struggled on hands and knees, his ears ringing, to Jack’s crumpled, and very dead, body...I’d go crawling down the avenue...knowing he had to be there when Jack revived...to make you feel my love...

Caresses had taken on new meaning, kisses were fiercer, hands held tighter as Ianto’s fragile mortality weighed heavy on their minds...the storms are raging on the rolling sea...both determined to make the most of every moment they had with each other, rueing the wasted time of months passed...and on the highway of regret... Nights were spent entwined in the throes of passion, sharing the bliss of exquisite release that brought them closer than ever, loving with wild abandon...each moment treasured and committed to memory...though winds of change are blowing wild and free...as Jack’s kisses burned his skin and they flew higher...you ain’t seen nothin’ like me yet!

They knew it could never last – what they did was too dangerous... In quiet moments Ianto allowed himself to dream...I could make you happy, make your dreams come true...wondering what it would be like to live a life with Jack away from Torchwood... knowing that whatever the dangers, whatever the risks...nothing that I wouldn’t do... he belonged by Jack’s side until the day he died...go to the ends of the earth for you...to make you feel my love...

Jack’s thumb brushing his palm halted his momentary trip down memory lane. He gazed into Jack’s eyes, love blazing from those blue grey pools and smiled, “through the good times and the bad...” he repeated, “and I promise to treasure every day we have together, as long as I live...I am yours...”

His heart skipped a beat as Jack slid the ring on to his finger, matching the one he’d placed on Jack’s finger minutes earlier... He leant forward to kiss his Captain tenderly as the registrar declared them civil partners...to make you feel my love...

End

 

 

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!!!

 


Let me...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

 


zazajb: (john gareth almost kiss)

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

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

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

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #17 - Theme: Weather; dowdy, vituperate, chocolate wrapper ‘That night [x] drank the last of the [x] him/her/itself...’

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

 

Storm warning...

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

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

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

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

“I’ll make hot chocolate...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Makes sense...” Tosh agreed.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Jack...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

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

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

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


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

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

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

 

If you just believe...

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

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

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

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

Jack, Ianto, Bry & Amme

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

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

Love Martha & Tom xxx

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

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

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

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

What for?

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

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

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

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

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

He gets more like his Godfather everyday!

He’s got his dad’s pout..!

I don’t pout!

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

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

Oh bugger!

Yan?

Miss Martin’s here again...

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

She loved you last week...

Ianto groaned that was last week..!

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

Jack glanced around are there even more here this week?

I think so...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Measuring tapes never lie...

So I’m told!  

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

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

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

Just you and me...

And Myfanwy...

Just you and me and the pet dinosaur then!

She’s not a dinosaur, Jack she’s a...

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

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

I should be clearing up...

So clear up then..!

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

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

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

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

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

Lube?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shower?

Yep...and then a coffee...

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

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

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

I love you!

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

I’m always good..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you put the lights on...

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

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

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

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

The reindeer talk?

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

Oh! Shall I bring the reindeer inside?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto?

Kris?

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

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

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

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

Take over?

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

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

Yep!

Shall I call Gwen?

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

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

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

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

Myfanwy to the rescue...

But...how..?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack?

Sweetheart?

You’re pregnant..?

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

Jack?

Ianto?

C’m here! I love you...

Love you too...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End
 

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

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

 

 


zazajb: (love me)

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

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

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

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #16 - Theme: Apocalypse; nonplus, mucilaginous, table-lamp ‘What we need is a ...’

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

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

 

The beauty inside...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened? Did it work?”

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

“Men aren’t beautiful, Jack...”

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

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

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

 

Tissues and tall tales...

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

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

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

“I’m not sure it’s...” he started.

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

You know you’re going to let him go!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yep! You better practice those puppy-dog eyes!

Done! Tell her yes and thank you!

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

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

Like?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s one gone...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love you too...

Moments later they were asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G’night...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh? No idea!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m here sweetheart...I’m here...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He was having trouble breathing...”

“Not according to my monitors...”

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

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

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

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

I’m coming too...

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

“What is it, Tosh?”

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

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

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

It’ll be okay...I promise...

I’m scared Jack...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want some help making the drinks?

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

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

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

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

Jack...thank you...

Welcome, sweetheart...love you...

You too...

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

They’re gone...

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

Ianto placed the mugs on the desk. What?

You’re beautiful...

I’m blue!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto...you okay sweetheart?

I’m fine...just filing...routine...

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

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

Promises, promises...

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

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

Sod the files, I’m on my way...

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

Ianto stopped in surprise, cariad?

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

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

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

 Love you, my little boy blue...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

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

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

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time, neither do I own the song or singer.
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song by Josh Groban http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FPA8DHdia8

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

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

 

Don’t tell me that it’s too late...

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

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

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

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

“I know...I’m sorry”

“Where did you go?”

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

“Did he fix you?” Owen was snarky.

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

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

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

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

“We were partners...”

“In what way?”

“In every way...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack...I...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 


zazajb: (coming home)

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Burnt offerings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

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

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

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


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

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


 

Into the sunset

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All part of the service...

Love you...

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

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

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

“Can I go in now dad?”

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

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

Beware one hyper son on the way in..!

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

Lots of mums..?

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

There was a pause...Jack?

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

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

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

My hero Captain Coat!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ghosts?”

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

“I’ll see what I can find...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack grinned.

You can’t be serious!

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

Very Rhinestone Cowboy!

Oh yeah!

You’re drooling again!

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

No!

No, NO? Or no, you’ll think about it?

You’re incorrigible!

You’re irresistible!

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

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

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

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

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

Oh promises promises...

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

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

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

Jack, behave!

“Yes, we both do...”

I said, behave!

Sorry!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was different..!

Right!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owen’s loving the attention from Tosh...

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

Don’t you meddle Jack...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like the films..?

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

You’re daft!

Yeah, but you love me...

Got me on that one! Saddle up then?

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

Jack?

Lots of straw and hay..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

End

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

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zazajb: (jack and the Dr)

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

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

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

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

The newest star...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Promises, promises..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

Elisabeth Sladen 1948 - 2011

  


zazajb: (antique TW)

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

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

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

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

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

 

A day less ordinary...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, what you got?”

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

“On my way...”

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

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

“Ianto...look at me...please...”

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

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

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

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

“Uh, oh, yeah, great...”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do we have any idea who she is yet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ianto looked at Christine “Tea or coffee?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

“What?” Owen was taken aback

“No...you can’t kill it...”

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

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

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

“No...I won’t let you kill it...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwen moved aside, letting go of the young woman’s hand, “she was so brave...” she remarked, “seems strange to think of her having all those fears and yet she was willing to give her life for this alien...”

Now!” Ianto ordered as the final strand withdrew from Christine’s flesh. Jack moved quickly as everyone else stepped back and the pulsing alien, now about four inches in diameter, was lifted to the waiting chest of the Blowfish where it settled instantly, fine feelers shooting out to attach itself firmly...

As Owen and Tosh now worked to filter the mercury from Christine’s blood, Jack, Gwen and Ianto carried the Blowfish up the stairs to the waiting trolley and hurried to the SUV, their destination the park where the rift window still shimmered. If they were lucky, they’d get there in time to send the Iyssis back to its mother...

When they returned to the hub an hour later, Owen was sat with his patient who was sleeping peacefully and Tosh was finishing her adjustments to Christine’s ipod. She smiled as Jack approached her workstation. “She’s now been on an intense course at the Harper-Sato institute for extreme anxiety disorders and has various empowering tracks to remind her she is no longer afraid of open spaces, social gatherings, snakes or sharks...”

“What about spiders?” Jack frowned, “you missed off spiders...”

“We’re all afraid of something, Jack...so I left her the spiders...”

She blushed prettily as Jack pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. “You, Toshiko Sato, are brilliant!”

 Releasing her, he headed to his office where Ianto was hanging up his coat . He drew the young man into his arms and held him close, breathing in the reassuring scent that was just  Ianto. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of his Welshman’s neck.

Sinking into the embrace, Ianto sighed happily as Jack then captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss that deepened as their tongues danced pleasurably and hands stroked through hair...

Breaking apart gently as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, Jack closed his eyes...now he told himself sternly. “Tosh says we’re all afraid of something...” Ianto said nothing, wondering where this was headed. “I know that I’m afraid of losing you...you know I love you...” the words were out before Jack realised and he caught his breath.

Ianto’s smile lit up the room and his eyes sparkled “I love you too, Jack, and I’m not going anywhere...” as he crushed their mouths together in a passionate kiss that had them panting when they eventually came up for air, smiling into each other’s eyes as gentle hands caressed faces and time stood still...

“Oi, put the tea boy down...I need my taxi driver before the retcon wears off..!” Owen’s shout broke into their moment and they grinned at each other.

“Okay, I lied...” Ianto rolled his eyes, “I’m taking a little trip to Barry in my car...you knew I moonlight as a cab driver, right?”

Jack chuckled, “by the time you come back, it’ll be just you and me and I’m going to show you just how much I love you...” He released him reluctantly and watched as the young man helped Owen with their guest. “Bye Christine...” he whispered to the air.

Christine blinked and shook her head, wondering where she was. She looked at her surroundings and realised she was in a car...a taxi...as she didn’t recognise the back of the head of the young man driving...

She met his eyes as he glanced in the rear view mirror. “That’s good timing Miss,” he said in soft Welsh tones, “we’re just coming up to your road now. You nodded off as we left the station...it must have been a very tiring course...”

She frowned...course? Oh, yeah, she was coming home from London...God she was so tired... She stumbled to her front door and lifted her hand to acknowledge the tiny salute the taxi driver gave her before he drove away...

The following afternoon, five people watched from the shadows under the trees as the young woman stood in the middle of the park with her arms spread wide, laughing happily as she spun herself around...free and completely unafraid...

“Job done...let’s go home...” Jack held his hand out to Ianto and they led the team back towards the SUV...

End

 
 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Sit down, shut up and hang on!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: A visiting spaceship causes the team a few minor problems... Words 4950

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the longliveianto bingo prompt: Piloting a spaceship


X-posted Longliveianto, Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]
A huge thank you to the talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack for the wonderful banner and icon *hugs*


 

Sit down, shut up and hang on!

Ianto shifted Ammeline onto his hip and reached down to pick up her Dagga, the now rather battered Welsh Dragon soft toy she’d had since she was a baby, a gift from Tosh and Owen. He placed it in his daughter’s outstretched hand and she beamed happily at him, her startling blue eyes, so like his own, lighting up as she hugged the beloved plushie.

Breakfast’s ready...you coming down? Jack’s thoughts caressed his mind softly.

Yep, on our way...

Jack was dishing up the family’s favourite Saturday breakfast of pancakes as they joined him and Brychan, who was busily setting the table. Setting the pan back on the cooker, Jack leant in to press a light kiss on the end of his daughter’s cute button nose. She giggled and batted him away with her Dagga as he moved to capture his Welshman’s soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss that was never supposed to develop...but he just couldn’t kiss him without it building into a full blown tongue twirling event...

Ammerline watched fascinated, her blonde head tilted as she surveyed them from her ringside seat in Ianto’s arms. Brychan looked up from the table, making retching noises as he placed the final fork in place. “Oi, Dad, put Tad down...breakfast is getting cold!” sounding eerily like a certain acerbic medic...

Chuckling, Jack released a breathless and flushed Ianto, who turned to roll his eyes at their son, “you, young man are spending way too much time with Uncle Owen! You’re even starting to talk just like him!”

Brychan grinned and reached across for the maple syrup to go on his pancakes. Ianto’s heart melted as the six year old miniature version of Jack shook his unruly hair out of his eyes...each of their children were precious gifts and he adored them completely.

He set Ammerline down in her high chair and cut a pancake into pieces, adding strawberries and raspberries to her plate before putting it down in front of her with a beaker of juice. “Ta...tadda...” she smiled at him and began eating contentedly, her little fingers chasing the fruit pieces around the rim with a series of giggles.

With both children now focused on their breakfast, Ianto moved to the coffee machine to make himself and Jack a much needed caffeine infusion. Jack grabbed a pancake from the big plate and tore it in two, cramming one half in his mouth and feeding the other to Ianto a piece at a time. The Welshman grinned and opened his mouth obediently for each mouthful, finally sucking the older man’s fingers clean when they were presented after three pancakes had been shared in a similar fashion.

“Dad, that’s disgusting..!” Brychan frowned at them in an Owen-like manner as Jack stuck his tongue out at his son.

Laughing, Ianto smacked Jack lightly on the arm. “Don’t encourage him, he already sounds like a carbon copy of his Godfather...it’ll be like living with Owen on a permanent basis..!”

“Tad..?”

“Yes Bry...”

“Are we going to the library for story time again today?”

“Yep...that okay?”

“Yeah...” there was a pause before “...T-a-d..?

Ianto winced at the contemplative tone and braced himself for one of those impossible questions that only children can ask...and no-one can ever answer to their satisfaction. The last time this tone had surfaced he’d had the Devil’s own job trying to explain the how’s and why’s of human biology when Bry’s teacher had refused to believe him that Jack was pregnant, because “Dad’s a man and Miss Ellis says that men can’t have babies because they don’t have the right bits...but Dad is pregnant...I told her to came and see if she didn’t believe me...”

Jack, of course, heavily pregnant with their daughter had mumbled about feeling tired and sloped away to lie down, leaving Ianto to try and explain the impossible...and he still wasn’t sure he’d come out on the winning side! Inwardly groaning, he smiled, “...yes Bry..?”

“Is Dad Captain Coat? Y’know...in the stories?”

Jack preened and pushed his chest out as Ianto stifled a chuckle, keeping his face equally as serious as the six year old’s “Yes, Dad is Captain Coat...”

“So does that mean that you’re Coffee Man? Is that why you and Dad drink coffee all the time? Does it give you magic powers?” Brychan leant forward, his blue grey eyes wide, chin jutting out...so like Jack, Ianto mused fondly...

“Yes, that makes me Coffee Man...and...”

“Oh cool! My Dad and Tad are superheroes..! Can we go now? I’ve finished breakfast...”

Jack laughed at their son’s enthusiasm. “Go clean your teeth and find the books you need to take back...we’ll get Ammeline ready...”

“’K...thanks Dad...” he jumped off his chair and ran to the door, stopping as he opened it to look back, “...will you show me your magic powers later..?”

“Maybe...if you’re good...”

Ianto drained the last of his coffee and began gathering the plates as Jack lifted Ammeline out of her high chair after cleaning her face and fingers with a baby wipe. She snuggled against him, curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

A pounding of footsteps thudding down the stairs announced the return of Brychan as Ianto dropped the last of the cutlery into the dishwasher, added the cleaning tab and closed the door. Pressing the start button he glanced over to where Jack was encouraging Ammeline into her coat, Dagga clutched firmly in her fingers.

Jack felt his gaze and looked up, smiling softly. Love you he sent, the thought filling Ianto with a delicious warmth that started in his toes and swept through him. He caressed the feeling and sent it back.  Jack...what magic powers are you going to show Bry? You know he won’t forget...my memory and your penchant for science...he won’t be easily impressed...

Well, how about I show him that I can get his Tad hard just by looking at him..!

Ianto spluttered and opened his mouth to protest aloud, the images of their rather enjoyable shower that morning flooding his brain, sending his blood supply south in a surge of heat...

See...magic!

You’re incorrigible..!

You’re irresistible...and so cute when you blush..!

Brychan burst noisily back into the room. “Can we go now? I want to tell Euan about your super powers... ”

Don’t you dare, Jack! Ianto sent fiercely as Jack opened his mouth before closing it again without speaking and twinkled lovingly at his partner as the family made their way outside. Ammeline was strapped into her pushchair with Bry pushing her proudly as they headed towards the library. Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and they strolled behind their children, enjoying the early morning sunshine, the reassuring warmth of hand in hand and the gentle swirling of entwined thoughts...

Arriving at the library, Brychan abandoned his sister and rushed off to find his best friend, leaving Jack to see to Ammeline and stow the buggy under the stairs alongside a surprising number of others. Ianto slipped an arm around Jack’s waist and tugged him close to brush their lips together lightly I’ll go set up...see you inside when you’ve got your hero cape out! His lips curved into a smile as Jack’s hand slid behind the back of his neck to prolong the kiss and he leant into the touch briefly before pulling back, straightening his already perfect tie as he headed towards the children’s section through the arch at the back of the main building.

The librarian, Karen, greeted him warmly. “Your audience is much bigger this week, “ she smiled at him, “so we’ve had to move things around a bit...” as she led him to the story corner. Ianto gaped – there were at least thirty children already sat down on the floor, some on the giant cushions and on the bean bags and numerous parents...

Jack..! Captain Coat’s got a fan club!

You mean Captain Coat and Coffee Man...we’ll be there in a moment – just getting Ammie’s crayons...

 Ianto made his way to his chair amid a smattering of applause and a distinct increase in the volume of chattering and settled himself. He grinned at Brychan who was excitedly talking to Euan with much hand waving and head bobbing. Euan’s eyes widened and he gazed at Ianto in awe. Ianto winked and began.

“Good morning everyone. Are we ready to hear some more adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man..?” The deafening cheer made him chuckle, meeting Jack’s eyes as he sat down on the floor at the back with their daughter on his lap...

“Then I’ll begin...” The crowd fell silent and leant forward to listen...

The rift siren blared as the team sat around the conference table listening to Owen’s explanation of the respiratory system of the Vuxx that they’d found dead on the shoreline in Penarth the previous day. It was a relief to all when the alarm sounded as they were all in danger of falling asleep – Owen always got a bit carried away when they discovered a new species...

Tosh pulled her hand held scanner towards her and tapped the controls “It’s big, whatever it is...looks to be at the end of Cathedral Road...”

Jack stood up, “Tosh, you coordinate from here, the rest of you with me...”

Ianto was already waiting by the door with Jack’s coat, smoothing it over his shoulders in that familiar and intimate way. They piled into the SUV as Gwen’s phone rang...

“Andy? Yeah, we’re on our way there now...yes, it sounds like one of our ‘spooky do’s’ We’ll be there soon...” She hung up. “Strange reports of RTCs coming in...road traffic collisions...” she explained to Owen’s questioning look. “Seems cars are crashing into something in the road but no-one can see what it is...”

They hung on as Jack put his foot down.

When they arrived, there were seven cars in various states of crumpled, two ambulances and two police cars. Members of the public wandered around somewhat dazed and Andy greeted the team with obvious relief. “There’s something right across the road...blocking it...”

Jack took control. “Gwen, help Andy...get everyone back...you might want to give everyone a drink...” he nodded imperceptibly, “Owen, see if you can help the paramedics, Ianto with me...let’s see what we’re dealing with...”

His team set to work as Ianto followed him towards what seemed to be a perfectly clear road... “Tosh...what you got for me?” as the pretty tech genius sounded in his ear.

“It’s a ship, cloaked obviously, the system doesn’t recognise the signature so it’s a new one on us for now – maybe something in the archives...?” she paused, “Where exactly are you?”

“Cathedral Road, just before the junction with Coweridge Road East...”

“That hedge running alongside the road...quite high, about eight feet..? There’s a field behind it...two life signs...unknown energy patterns...”

Ianto pressed his comm. unit “thanks Tosh, on it...” He strode briskly towards the hedge and crouched down to peer through into the field. “Jack...you need to see this...”

Jack joined him and they gazed at the two squat, almost triangular shaped, orange tinged aliens as they staggered around the field, pausing to scoop something from the grass and shove it into cavernous mouths. As they watched, one of the aliens quivered and fell over, flailing briefly before becoming still. The other made a rumbling sound and continued on its unsteady exploration of the field.

“Shit!” Jack and Ianto cursed simultaneously in their heads, a momentary flash of humour at their synchronised thoughts, before Ianto began to push carefully through the hedge, mindful of his much loved charcoal grey suit and maroon shirt ensemble...

Jack pressed his comm. unit. Gwen, Owen...we got two aliens on the loose in the field behind the hedge. Gwen, I need you to retcon everyone here ASAP...I don’t care how you do it, but we need them asleep now... Owen, I need you down here with us – one of them has collapsed and the other doesn’t look too good...no idea what they are yet...”

Without waiting for a response, Jack began to follow Ianto’s path through the hedge, grinning at the enjoyable sight of the Welshman’s perfect wool-clad rear moving enticingly in front of him. He flashed the image and several suggestions for ‘hidden behind the hedgerow’ activities into the young man’s head, chuckling at the conflicting responses of Ianto’s head and his body parts!

Finally through to the other side they watched as the second alien gave a final wobble and fell to the ground. Muttered curses from behind them announced the arrival of the acerbic medic who scrambled up from his knees pulling twigs from his hair before gazing at the prone aliens.

“Okay, they dead or what?” he snarked, looking from Jack to Ianto.

“No idea..! We haven’t gone any closer yet – that one there...” Ianto pointed to the body farthest from them, “has only just gone down...”

Striding out, his Webley drawn and his coat billowing out behind him, Jack led the way,  “...okay, kids, let’s go see what we got...”

They slowed as they got closer, Jack waving Ianto round to approach it from the other side, stun gun poised. Owen jumped as the alien suddenly turned its head – it didn’t appear to have a neck and close up it really did look like a triangle on stumpy little legs – and made a deep gurgling sound, its double-lidded eyes blinking blearily at them before it slumped to one side, apparently unconscious.

He ran the scanner over it and stared at the readings, holding them out to Jack for double checking. “They’re drunk?”

“Yup..!” Owen indicated the dandelions still clutched in the creature’s three-fingered hand, “...and these would appear to be the culprits... Tosh?” he hit his comm. unit, “sending you the readings now...”

“Got them...yes, their internal physiology seems to be very similar to ours so I’m guessing where they come from must have a much denser gravitational field which would account for their appearance... Their blood alcohol readings are off the scale – they’re going to have some wonderful hangovers after this...”

“Tosh..?”

“Ianto..?”

“I think there’s something in the archives about a species encountered by TW1 who were caught digging up entire fields back in the seventies...I remember reading about the speculation over what it was they were after as it was just an ordinary field of grass with nothing but dandelions and weeds... As far as I can recall they never found out as they just blew the ship out of the sky...as was their way back then...”

Jack scowled, the reminder of how ruthless and short-sighted TW1 was, grating against the very core of his being...

Owen was now on his knees, feeling for a pulse, or the equivalent of one, on the alien’s arm. He looked round at Jack. “I think they’ve overdone it – I’m seeing clear signs of alcohol poisoning here...we need to get them back onto their ship...”

“Jack...” Gwen’s voice came over the comm. “everyone’s asleep here, apart from Andy who’s just moving a couple of the cars so it looks like they were ‘head-on’s’...”

“Okay, thanks Gwen...”

Wouldn’t it be simpler to move their ship into this field..? Ianto streamed into his Captain’s head, the ship’s cloaked, the hedge is high enough to shield us from the road...

Good call... “Gwen, have Andy go stand by the Road Closed sign to turn back any other traffic, you get yourself over here with Owen and Ianto and I’ll try and move the ship... Tosh, any signs of screening or defences on that ship..?”

“Nothing I can see, Jack...I’m going to have a look down in the archives for that file now...”

“Gwen...” Ianto touched his comm. “In the back of the SUV is a small axe...can you bring it with you and I’ll meet you at the gap we made earlier – wait ‘till I come to you or this ruddy hedge’ll ruin your leather jacket...

This hedge is going to get a haircut so we can at least get through it without it ripping our clothes off...

Nah, that’s my job..!

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed for the tiny gap in the hedge where he carefully made his way through to the other side. His eyes lit up at the sight of the axe and he proceeded to hack at the offending branches until there was a narrow, but clear, path through the dense foliage and brambles. Wiping the sweat off his brow with his handkerchief, he grinned at his colleagues... “There, all done!”

You enjoyed that..?

Oh yeah! Very satisfying...

Don’t forget I’m going to get you all sweaty later when the kids have gone to bed...gotta keep my superhero powers well oiled...

Ianto turned a snort of laughter into a cough as Gwen looked inquiringly at him “Pollen!” he said as he turned away to hide the grin that spread over his face.

Jack smirked in his head and followed him to the marker they’d left to indicate the position of the cloaked ship. Jack felt his way carefully along the contours of the ship until his hand vanished into nothingness... Looks like we found the door...ready?

On your coat-tails..!

Jack’s answering grin was lost as he stepped through into the force-field, reaching out to take his Welshman by the hand as they were swallowed up and vanished from sight. The saucer shape spaceship was exactly the design of every childhood comic and Hollywood B movie, the obligatory ramp up to the open doorway completing the picture.

Ianto scanned the area, no other life signs...looks like it’s a crew of two...

“Jack, you need to hurry, they’re getting worse...” Owen’s urgent message stirred them from their light-hearted mood and they hurried up the gangplank into the craft, looking around them with interest. It was a simple design with what looked like a control panel with two seats on one side and two bunks on the other. A purple cross symbol, the universal symbol for ‘hospital’ on the locker at the side, marked another bunk as a med-bed.

“Owen..? Looks like there’s a medical bay on board...”

“Good! Bloody hurry up and get that thing shifted over here...out!” Owen was brusque and impatient...not a good sign for the condition of their patients.

Okay, let’s fly this thing...

Yep...

Jack surveyed the controls, running his hands over several levers and dials that looked promising...nothing...

Ianto watched as his Captain got progressively more irritated with his own lack of progress.

Yan, can you see anything that looks like it might make this heap of junk leave the ground...or turn on...or do something other that sit here doing sod all...

“Any time yesterday..!” Owen rasped acerbically in their ears...

“There aren’t any obvious controls...” Ianto kept his voice low and controlled, knowing that the two men were liable to explode with frustration any moment and he’d be in the firing line from both sides, “it might be a while until we figure it out. Can you and Gwen get them through the gap in the hedge and into the ship...at least you could use the med-bed while we work on moving this thing... It’s not ideal but...” his voice trailed away, leaving the other man to work out it was that or nothing for the time being!

“On our way...keep working at it...” Owen shut off his comm. unit and Ianto heaved a sigh of relief that the immediate danger of exploding medic had been avoided...for now! He turned back to survey the panel of unintelligible dials and switches, watching what Jack was doing before he began to mirror his movements on the other side of the panel.

Owen and Gwen were just heaving the first alien up the ramp when the craft gave an almighty shudder and pulsated into life, the jolt sending Owen stumbling into the doorway to smack his head hard against the bulkhead. Uttering a stream of words that turned the air blue, the dazed doctor glared in the general direction of the pseudo-pilots and moved back to help Gwen with the surprisingly heavy unconscious body of the alien and they heaved it painstakingly up onto the medical bunk where Owen immediately began rummaging in the locker for supplies.

Back at the control panel, Jack and Ianto were trying to work out what they’d done so they could repeat it. They ran their hands back over the array of dials and were rewarded with another violent shudder and this time the craft tilted up on Jack’s side, the sudden lurch sending both Ianto and Owen crashing to the floor to bang their heads against whatever hard surface was nearest.

“For fuck’s sake Jack, I thought you could pilot a spaceship..!” Owen rubbed numerous aching and damaged parts of his body. “We’re going to get the other one now, try not to kill this one while we’re gone!” He looked at Gwen who’d had a face full of alien belly when the ship had tilted, “...you okay?”

Too breathless to speak, Gwen just nodded and followed the grumpy medic back down the ramp to retrieve the other owner of the craft.

Ianto...you okay?

Bit shaken, but yeah I’m okay... What did we do?

No idea...let’s do it again and see if we can get it off the ground!

Ianto grinned Go for it!

They ran their hands over the panel once more and the craft pulsed into life with less violence than before. Ianto spread his fingers and the ship tilted again, this time lifting up on his side before crashing heavily to the ground again, shaking them roughly although they kept their feet.

A flash of something flew across the Welshman’s consciousness, remaining frustratingly out of reach as he groped in the darkest recesses of his mind to no avail.

What’s up?

There’s something about this...it was there...just for a second and now it’s gone... He screwed his face up in concentration in his efforts to find whatever it was before shaking his head regretfully, no, it’s gone...

They turned their attention back to the panel as Gwen and Owen staggered back into the craft with the second body and dumped him onto one of the sleeping bunks. “You two brain boxes figured out how to fly this thing yet? ‘Course you have, that’s why it’s still stuck on the ground!” Owen was at his sarcastic best with aches and pains all over his body...

Ianto’s face lit up with a beaming smile, rushing over to Owen to plant a wet kiss on his lips, surprising everyone else who looked at him like he’d gone mad and leaving a speechless Owen spluttering!

Ianto? Jack was confused and a teeny bit jealous – if there was something to celebrate it should he him on the receiving end of Ianto’s kisses...

Owen’s brilliant! He said ‘you two’ and that’s it – these aliens are D’eux – synchronous beings who do everything in pairs at the exact same time...remember in Golden Eye the keys had to be turned at exactly the same time to arm the weapon...that’s how we fly this thing...

Jack suddenly caught on –there was something to be said for having a partner who adored James Bond so he’d watched them all umpteen times and could actually understand the reference! “We have to do it together!” he said aloud, startling both Gwen and Owen, the latter scowling.

“We’ve got more things to worry about than who tea boy here kisses! Like getting this bucket off the ground and out of the road!”

“Owen, sit down, shut up and hold on! We know how to fly this thing...we have to synchronise our movements over the controls...” Ianto barked at the stunned man.

Nicely done! Ready..?

As I’ll ever be...together...three, two, one...now!

The spaceship shuddered and lifted slowly off the ground, the doorway vanishing as it began to move. Their thoughts linked, Jack and Ianto mirrored each other’s movements on the control panel. It wasn’t the smoothest of flights, but it was enough to get them over the hedge and into the field where they landed again with a bump, the door reappearing when they took their hands off the controls.

“Nice job boys...” Gwen was impressed.

“Not bad!” Owen conceded, still chaffing over Ianto’s kiss and his painful collisions with various parts of the ship. “Now we have to figure out how to stop these D’eux from dying of alcohol poisoning on us...

Jack grinned at Ianto as the same thought hit them both and they moved away from the pilots’ stations, linking hands and heading for the door. “We’ll be right back...”

Owen was talking to Tosh as they vanished down the ramp and they grinned at each other, hearing his voice rising as he attempted to get across his message that they’d all gone barmy.

I suppose we could’ve told him...

Yeah, but much more fun not to! You know I was jealous when you kissed him...

Um, yep, sorry, it was a spur of the moment thing...I was just so pleased to work it out!

Just you wait ‘till later...I’ll show you synchronised movements like you’ve never had before..!

Jack squeezed his hand and leered at him as Ianto blushed. They reached the SUV and opened the boot, Jack leaning in to retrieve the flask of coffee that Ianto had tucked in earlier when the rift alert had sounded. Ianto grabbed some packets of sugar from the side pocket and they closed the boot, lingering just long enough to share a soft and tender kiss before they once again entwined their hands and headed back to the ship.

Owen was mercifully quiet when they presented him with the flask and sugar and informed him that they were going take pictures and scans while he got the D’eux sobered up...

With Gwen helping Owen and Tosh directing Jack and Ianto as to the shots and readings she wanted all was peaceful, the background silence broken only by the low moans from the D’eux as they gradually sobered up with the help of generous helpings of Ianto’s coffee.

An hour later and both aliens were sober enough to explain that they were newly married and on their equivalent of a honeymoon. Their friends had told them they had to visit earth and to make sure they tried the dandelions as they were the best in the Milky Way but no-one had told them how potent they were...

After promising to be careful of how many ate, the D’eux were overcome with the bulging carrier bag of freshly picked dandelions that Jack presented to them. They bowed and gave thanks to Captain Coat for his generosity, to Coffee Man for his magic healing drink and then to the team for saving their spaceship, presenting Jack with a miniature model of the craft as a token of their gratitude. Farewells dispensed, the team retreated down the ramp for the final time, moving well away from the craft as it began to spin and lifted gracefully off the ground, gathering speed until it shot up into the sky and was instantly out of sight...

Ianto sat up slightly in his chair and looked out over his audience who were hung on his every word, the parents as well as the children, he was amused to note... “They went back to the Hub where Ianto made them all coffee and they had the Captain’s favourite chocolate brownie to go with it and that was the story of how Captain Coat and Coffee Man learnt how to pilot a spaceship so they and their team could save the day again...”

There was a thunderous round of applause during which Jack bombarded Ianto’s mind with their synchronised hand movements of later that evening and hand and hip even later still, drawing a deep blush over his partner’s face much to Jack’s wicked delight, chuckling loudly when Ianto streamed them back with a promise of a repeat performance...

Karen held her hands up for quiet before thanking Ianto once again and announcing a drawing competition for the children to create their pictures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man from today’s story. “The best ones will go on display an there’ll be book vouchers as prizes...so get drawing and bring your entries to next week’s story time when I hope Mr Harkness-Jones will be sharing more Superhero adventures with us...”

The floor gradually emptied as Jack and Ianto chatted to some of the other parents. Brychan bounced over with Euan in tow to ask if he could go to his friend’s house so they could do their pictures and stay for tea... As Ianto arranged with Euan’s mum, Jacqui that she would drop Bry back by 6:30, Jack was whispering to the two boys about some of the superhero powers that Captain Coat might have with much excitable laughter from all three!

It was lunchtime by the time they made it home, Ammeline so tired she was almost asleep in her highchair. Ianto tucked her up for her nap before Jack led him to their bedroom to remind him of the energetic delights of synchronous pairs until they fell asleep wound in each other’s arms...

 

The story of Captain Coat and Coffee Man continues in the next prompt...  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/39818.html

 

 
 


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Title: It’s written in the stars...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Words  2100

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, ijs, jantosparkle[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #13 - Theme: Fate/destiny; doff, dexterous, escalator ‘If you look closely you’ll be able to see a pattern’

A/N1 I think it’s safe to say the fluff bunnies are firmly in control at the moment!

 

It’s written in the stars

Jack wrapped his coat more closely around their naked bodies as Ianto lay back against him and they gazed up at the black velvet sky, the stars sparkling like diamonds...

“You know, if you look closely, you’ll be able to see a pattern...” Jack breathed against his Welshman’s ear.

“Constellations..?”

“Nah, I don’t mean constellations...look...” Jack slid his hand over Ianto’s, slipping his fingers into the gaps between the young man’s own and lifted their joined hands to point up at the sky. “Start at that big red one and join the dots...ready?”

Ianto turned his head to brush their lips together before settling back, “...ready..!”

Jack began tracing the letters, his heart thudding nervously in his chest – he’d planned so many different ways, so many times, how he was going to do this and each time he’d bottled it. Now, fresh from loving his gorgeous Welshman and snuggled together in the heavy warmth of his coat as they soaked up the fragrance of the warm night air, he knew that this was the right time...

He finished the first word and dotted the ‘i’, moving on to the next word...and the next...and the last. He felt Ianto tense as he added the question mark and dropped their joined hands back to their sides. He held his breath.

Ianto continued to stare up at the sky, his mouth moving silently, repeating the words... He scrambled up onto his knees and turned to face his Captain, a shy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he met the anxious gaze of the man he loved with every fibre of his being...

“Yes!” he said simply “yesyesyes...” as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and crushed their mouths together, passion, love and desire merging as they fell back against the heather...

The bleating from Jack’s wristband dragged them back to earth from a succession of heady kisses that had them floating amongst the stars above them. Lust blown eyes met and rueful smiles were exchanged as they tugged on their clothes and prepared to chase down whatever alien had decided to threaten their beloved city.

Ianto smoothed the heavy wool over his Captain’s shoulders, the familiar and intimate action bringing soft smiles to their faces before both men focused on the readings from the rift alert. “Shopping centre...several signals...” Jack held his hand out, grinning as Ianto took it, entwining their fingers, “ready..?”

“Yep...let’s go save the world one more time...”

They set off across the field towards the SUV at a brisk pace. Within minutes they were speeding towards the shopping centre, Jack’s enthusiastic driving leaving Ianto braced against the door frame as he checked the readings on the hand held scanner from the glove box. He groaned.

Jack glanced across anxiously “...what is it?”

“Graske”

“Shit!” he put his foot down and the car surged forward, “why do those pesky alien pixies like this place so much?”

They pulled up outside the shopping centre and Jack used their universal passkey to open the door. The first sight that met their eyes was the two security guards tied up and gagged in what looked like every reel of ribbon ever made. It was colourful, if rather uncomfortable, and Jack was tempted to snap a quick photo, chuckling at Ianto’s quiet “don’t you dare Jack!” How well the other man knew him!

Ianto tossed the scanner at his Captain “I’ll sort this out, you go find our visitors...”   

Moving to the security desk, Ianto’s dexterous fingers made quick work of the guard’s gags and set about sawing through the multitude of knots that held the two men captive to their chairs and each other. Finally free of their bonds they drank the water Ianto gave them gratefully whilst regaling him with the tale of their capture by an army of tiny creatures with ‘court jester’ heads and pointed teeth...

Ianto sympathised and soothed, pressing his comm. unit “Jack...seems like we have a party on our hands...”

“Yeah, I’m seeing multiple groups...better call the team in...”

Groping in his pocket for his phone, the Welshman smiled reassuringly at the two security guards as their eyes began to close. Moments later their quiet snores announced another retcon success. Ianto moved away from the desk and dumped the bag of shredded and tangled ribbon into a bin as he explained the call to a sleepy Tosh, knowing from the acerbic swearing beside her that he had one less phone call to make. Grinning he hung up and dialled Gwen, apologising to Rhys for the disturbance when he answered the phone.

“Team’s on their way in – Owen was at Tosh’s again...two Sleeping Beauty lookalikes at the front desk...where are you?”

“Upper level...there’s a large group in the Candy Box pick-n-mix at the far end and downstairs there’s another group in The Early Learning Centre – they all seem to be relatively well behaved considering what they are...the group I’ve been chasing are now in the Hair and Nail Palace and they’re wrecking it from what I can hear...I’m just going in...”

“Be careful...I’ll be there in a minute...I’ll get the others to go after the sweet and toy shop groups...”

“Good – and watch out, there’s still a few random signals scattered about...”

Setting off at a run Ianto disconnected from Jack and called the team, giving details of the groups and their locations. He was sprinting up the silent ‘down’ escalator, heading towards Jack’s location when a Graske jumped out at the top in front of him blocking his path, another high pitched giggle told him there was at least one other out of sight... Suddenly the escalator began moving, the jolt knocking him off balance to send him tumbling backwards, over and over... Reflex action curled him into a ball to protect his face from the sharp edges of the moving stairs until he crashed in a heap, smacking a glancing blow at the bottom that made him see stars – and these were most definitely not the pleasurable ones from earlier...

The Machiavellian pixies giggled loudly and bandy-legged themselves away to cause trouble elsewhere. Ianto groaned and lay where he was as he blinked dazedly. A battered arm dragged itself of its own volition to press his comm. unit. “Jack...” he croaked painfully, attempting to assess the damage to his limbs and accepting ruefully that his favourite Blue Gillespie hoodie was a write-off and his designer ripped jeans were now a tad more ripped...

“Ianto..? Where are you? These blasted Graske are...stop that...put it down...little shit..!” Several more choice expletives followed in a variety of languages and the sound of crashing china and the familiar grating high pitch giggle could be heard above Jack’s panting. “Ianto..?” this time, the concern was evident in the Captain’s voice, “what’s happened...are you okay? This lot have escaped out the back to Lord knows where...this place is trashed...” he sighed heavily, “Yan..?”

“I’m o...not permanently damaged...” he amended, “...they started the escalator and caught me off balance so I went down it backwards...no broken bones – just complete loss of dignity...no change there..!” he quipped heavily, pushing himself slowly to his feet and dabbing his handkerchief to the cut above his eye that was dripping blood irritatingly down his face.

“I’m coming down...” Jack could be heard thudding along the walkway above him, pounding down the still moving escalator to land in front of his precious Welshman. He tugged him into his arms and hugged him tightly, causing the young man to let out a howl of pain. Jack released him immediately. “Where does it hurt? Where’s Owen, he should be here by now...you could’ve died...“his panic was palpable, “I can’t lose you, Ianto...”

“I’ll live, Jack, I’m just a bit battered – certainly not ready to doff my hat to the Grim Reaper just yet a while...” he cupped the older man’s face and kissed him lightly, “...you’re stuck with me a bit longer...

Now mindful of his injuries, Jack folded Ianto back into his arms and kissed him hard, relief and passion colliding as tongues embraced and fingers threaded through hair... They were resting their foreheads together, panting softly when the team ran in to join them.

“Oi, put the bloody tea boy down...you’ve dragged me out of my bed...”

“Tosh’s bed I believe that was...” Ianto cut in mildly, moving regretfully out of the comforting warmth of Jack’s arms to the gasps of horror from the others as they took in his damaged appearance.

“Fuck! What happened to you..?” Owen was by his side in an instant, acerbic comments forgotten as he checked the Welshman over while Jack filled them in on the situation – basically what seemed like the entire Graske population was having a happy rampage through the shopping centre...

Ianto nodded or shook his head in response to the medic’s questions, submitting without protest to the butterfly sutures that were applied to the cut above his eye. They joined the others to find Jack grinning widely, his arm around Tosh’s shoulders as he dipped his head to kiss her gently on the cheek.

“Oi, that’s my girlfriend you’re handling...you’ve got your tea boy...” Owen blurted out loudly, causing a pretty blush to spread over Tosh’s face as all eyes turned towards her. “Oh, sorry Tosh!” Owen grinned apologetically and moved to her side.

Gwen giggled, “...we all know anyway...and your brilliant girlfriend has got us a way to get rid of these pesky Graske...tell him Tosh...”

“Ultra sonic soundwave...upsets the balance of their tri-horns...get ready to cover your ears, but be prepared to feel disorientated...” She turned the dial on the device in her hand and the air shook as sound waves powered outwards. Within moments hoards of Graske ran from shops in all directions to gather on the lower level before they vanished in a crack of light.

Tosh turned the device off and they shook their heads, grimacing as the sound continued to pound in their heads for several minutes. “What’re we doing about all the mess...we’ll be here till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear it up!”

Ianto put his hand on Jack’s arm, “I’ve got that covered...back in a couple of minutes...” he strode away towards the security desk.

Jack grinned, “Okay, thanks for tonight, now get yourselves home and don’t come in ‘till midday...I think we’re all going to sleep in after this...”

Owen glanced at Ianto’s retreating back “...will he be okay after his tumble down the stairs?”

“I promise to check him over thoroughly...”

“Head to toe?”

“Promise!”

“I don’t want to know!” Owen chuckled and held his hand out to Tosh who took it, smiling. Jack offered his arm to Gwen and they sauntered after Ianto, waiting by the door until he rejoined them, smiling broadly.

“I told them that when they woke they were to call the police immediately as they’d chased a gang of vandals from the centre, all wearing hoods or masks so nothing to identify them...and I’ve erased the CCTV footage...” He looked at Jack, “can we go now ‘cos I ache like hell!”

They headed to their respective cars. As Ianto slid gingerly into the passenger seat, Jack grinned at him. “I promised Owen I’d check you over...”

“You will?”

“Uh ha...head to toe...”

“No time like the present...”

Jack put his foot down and minutes later they were walking hand in hand back across the field...

Ianto slumped breathlessly against Jack’s sweat slicked body, the night air chasing trails of goose bumps over their skin. Urging his Welshman back into the cocooning warmth of the coat, Jack pressed gentle kisses to the side of the young man’s neck. “Right hand pocket...” he whispered, unable to stop the huge grin that spread over his face as Ianto’s hand delved into the pocket and pulled out the tiny velvet box...

The young man’s eyes widened as he opened it to reveal two simple matching platinum bands. Slipping the rings on to each other’s fingers they kissed tenderly. “Love you, Ianto Jones...”

“Love you too, Jack...always...it’s written in the stars...” As the night faded into day, two men snuggled into a 1940s greatcoat and planned their future...

End

 

 

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Title: My confession...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: Jack ponders his feelings... Words 2350

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

A/N Someone asked me for this some time ago and I can’t remember who! If it was you, let me know and I’ll change this! Anyway, I was going to do Josh Groban’s Illuminations until I listened to the words of this and they took my breath away... Muse identified! Step forward the lovely [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  Glad you liked it love *hugs* xxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OhI1EhAQWI

A/N 1 More Captain Coat and Coffee Man in the next couple of days plus a few others...a bit of sunshine and the bunnies are hopping!

My confession

Jack leant on the railings outside his office and watched Ianto as he delivered the mugs of coffee and plates of chocolate brownie to the team. He didn’t look as though he’d narrowly escaped an untimely death at the hands – or teeth – of a particularly vicious male weevil less than two hours ago... In fact, apart from the bruise on his temple and the long claw scrape that ran down the side of his neck and disappeared into the pristine collar of purple Swiss cotton, there were no outward signs at all.

Jack’s heart hammered in his chest and he caught his breath as he realised just how perilously close he’d come to losing his precious Welshman. This was followed by the earth shattering realisation of just how precious he really was...and not just to the team, but to him...I have been blind...

Suddenly it was hard to breathe as his stomach took a body blow, driving the air from his lungs as his head was filled with the memory of Ianto’s prone body on the grubby alley floor with blood spilling down to soak into his shirt... Blinking those images away, his heart skipped a beat as Ianto turned to glance up – no doubt feeling the intensity of his Captain’s gaze burning into the back of his head! The young man gave him a tiny smile, curving the corners of his mouth...that gorgeous mouth that Jack loved to kiss until their lips were pink and swollen and their heads were spinning...

As Ianto vanished down the steps to autopsy with Owen’s coffee, Jack closed his eyes, images of their lovemaking that morning racing through his mind, that look blazing from Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes as they met his own...the young man’s love given freely and without condition...and he knew without question that he’d been hiding from his own feelings for too long...unwilling...to see the true love you’re giving...

“I almost lost you today...” he whispered to the empty air, opening his eyes to find them brimming with unshed tears...I have ignored every blessing... He turned and went back into his office, slumping heavily into his chair, knowing that today could have been so different if he’d been just a minute later... A tear slid down his face as he sent a prayer and a promise heavenward...I’m on my knees, confessing...a promise that he would change...

“Ianto...” he breathed...he needed to tell him...that I feel myself surrender each time I see your face... to tell him how he felt...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace... It was a feeling he’d hidden from, eons worth of barriers he’d constructed to keep his emotions locked away, to protect himself from the inevitable grief when they left him alone once more, their bodies turning to dust as he lived on... Ianto was different, somehow this quiet, perfect pinstripe clad young Welshman had managed to melt away his defences...and I feel my heart is turning – falling into place...

He brushed the tear away as Ianto reappeared from autopsy and made his way towards the stairs up to his Captain’s office, two mugs left on his tray. Hurriedly pulling a file from the pile stacked up in his ‘IN’ tray, Jack attempted to look nonchalant and immersed in his work as Ianto tapped lightly on the open door and came in.

Jack glanced up from his report and smiled in greeting. “What..!” as the young man’s eyebrow quirked and a grin spread across his face as he placed mugs and plates on the desk.

“Working hard are we...sir?” those delicious Welsh vowels sent shivers of desire down his spine.

“Yes I am...all afternoon!”

Ianto’s bottom lip quivered with amusement in a way that had Jack squirming in his chair, needing to adjust his trousers to a more comfortable position...

“It’s usual, I assume to have the paper the right way up to ease the reading of such important reports...” a breathy chuckle escaped those soft and sensual lips as Jack realised he’d been caught out and he grinned ruefully.

“Okay, you got me! I’ve been ogling my archivist for most of the afternoon and trying to decide if it’s quiet enough to send everyone home early so I can ravish him...”

Ianto’s endearing blush and the delighted laugh as he threw his head back, exposing his pale throat decided Jack once and for all and he reached out to drag the Welshman bodily into his lap, sliding one hand around the back of his neck and curling the other one around his waist as he captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss...I can’t hide, now hear my confession...

Ianto’s gasp of surprise was lost as he sank into the embrace, winding his arms around Jack’s neck to thread his fingers lovingly through the older man’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion, losing himself in everything that was just Jack...Their tongues swirled joyously together before each explored every contour of the other’s mouth... They broke apart long enjoyable minutes later, somewhat breathless, faces flushed and hair dishevelled and rested foreheads together enjoying the closeness and the stolen moment...

Jack tipped Ianto’s chin up and brushed their lips together lightly before pulling back to gaze into the young man’s eyes and immersing himself in the warmth of the love that sparkled in those deep blue pools. He tried to remember a time when his first and last thoughts each day had been about something other than this wonderful man in his arms...and failed... Ianto gave him meaning...gave him respite from the heavy burden of responsibility...Ianto loved him despite the decisions he had to make...knew that what they did could mean pain and loss in order to protect humanity...

He saw again the empty shell he’d become before, when the barriers he’d put up left him so alone...I have been wrong about you – I thought I was strong without you... He’d been so intent on waiting for the Doctor...for so long nothing could move me...and so embroiled in the bitterness and anger at being left behind by the one man who could give him the answers he so desperately craved that he’d become a machine without a heart...a man without a soul...for so long nothing could change me...

His eyes filled with tears as he caressed the Welshman’s cheek, closing the gap to capture his lips tenderly...reverently as he poured his love into the kiss...the love he needed to voice...now I feel myself surrender...each time I see your face... His arms tightened around the young man as they kissed hungrily, delicious tendrils of want creeping through them as blood supplies fled southwards.

They came up for air, panting softly. “Why don’t you go and wait for me downstairs while I send the others home – we’ve all done enough for one day...” Jack’s breath, hot on his neck, made Ianto shiver with desire and he slid off his Captain’s lap to move across to the ladder leading down to Jack’s bunker. He paused on the second rung, gazing at the older man with lust blown eyes and Jack was rendered speechless once more as he absorbed just how perfect the young man was...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace...

“I won’t be long...” he managed to gasp, before pushing out of his chair to give his team their marching orders for the day. Glancing back as Ianto’s head disappeared from sight, he couldn’t stop the contented smile that lit up his face – after so long alone this felt so right...and I feel my heart is turning...falling into place...

Leaning over the railings he gave them the good news, watching as Gwen and Owen practically ran in their eagerness to escape before he changed his mind! Tosh was slower to leave, setting her computer to complete running her programme overnight. Eventually she gave him a quiet smile and wished him good night. Jack heaved a sigh of relief when the roller door clunked solidly behind her. Alone...finally...

Returning to his office he stood silently by the open hole in the floor...Ianto was just a few feet away... Jack realised he was trembling...this was it...he was going to tell him...I can’t hide it, now hear my confession...

He slid down the ladder to find Ianto laying on his tiny bunk, still fully clothed apart from his jacket and shoes, his hands linked behind his head. Pausing by the ladder as he fought to control the butterflies in his stomach, Jack was overcome by the rush of love as Ianto turned to smile at him...you are the air that I breathe...I can’t live without him – this city, this life...is nothing without him...you’re the ground beneath my feet... How could he have missed this for so long? When did I stop believing?

“Jack..?” Ianto sat up and swung his legs to the floor, concern evident on his face “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath in, Jack moved across to his bed and sank to his knees to edge into the gap between Ianto’s legs, one hand sliding around the young man’s waist, the other cupped his face. “Nothing’s wrong...I’m just thinking how beautiful you are...” he whispered as he captured those soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss and the butterflies went into full spin mode, rising high into the sky to  dance amongst the stars...

Ianto’s arms snaked around his Captain’s neck as he sank into the embrace and opened his mouth to allow Jack’s tongue to explore... He wondered, fleetingly, what it was about Jack’s kisses that had him floating three feet off the floor as he lost himself in the sensation of everything that was Jack...

They parted, softly, sharing warm breath with lips just millimetres apart, heartbeats racing as the air around them tingled with the heady scent of desire and the promise of what was to come. Jack’s hands moved to loosen the perfect knot of red silk at his Welshman’s throat, tugging it from his collar and dropping it to the floor before his trembling fingers fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt...’cause I feel myself surrender...

Ianto closed his eyes and arched his neck, a low moan escaping as Jack’s lips pressed feather-light kisses to his skin as his throat was exposed, “Jack...” he protested hoarsely as the older man pulled back to gaze at him...each time I see your face...

Capturing his lips once more, Jack’s hands returned to the buttons on his Welshman’s shirt and worked his way down until he was tugging the fabric out of his waistband. He pulled back from his mouth, lips now deliciously pink and kiss swollen, so he could remove Ianto’s coffee bean cufflinks, placing them carefully on the bedside table, before sliding the shirt from the young man’s shoulders and dropping it to the floor alongside his tie.

His breath hitched as he ran his hands over Ianto’s shoulders and down his chest, spreading his fingers as they trailed down through the soft downy hair, pausing to tease his nipples until they hardened under his touch...I am staggered by your beauty... Ianto’s head was thrust back, his eyes closed and his breath a series of tiny pants between gently parted lips...your unassuming grace...

Jack’s mouth followed the trail of his hands, soft kisses covering every inch of pale skin, tongue and teeth teasing those jutting nubs of flesh until the Welshman was mewling and squirming... One hand on his chest, Jack pushed Ianto back so he was laying on the bunk, the young man’s eyes fluttering open as passion and desire reflected in twin pools of blue...and I feel my heart falling into place...

Hands now attacked buckle, belt and zip, tugging trousers and underwear down as one, adding them to the pile on the floor. Finally socks were dropped on top of the heap to leave Jack’s eyes sweeping his lover’s naked body with very obvious appreciation...I can’t hide it...now hear my confession...

Ianto whimpered...”Jack...please...” arching his body off the bedclothes, a low moan of pleasure replacing his needy plea as he was engulfed in the moist warmth of his Captain’s mouth... Jack reached one hand up to link with his lover’s whilst the other trailed backwards to tease the entrance to his body, feeling the tender flesh quiver beneath his touch, as teeth and tongue sent Ianto’s senses spiralling...

“Jack...stop...I want you...wanna feel you...” Ianto gasped breathlessly, squeezing their joined hands tightly...

Releasing him, Jack quickly shed his own clothes, scattering them wildly, and returned to the bed to crush their mouths together, tongues dancing a passionate rumba as they writhed together in the tiny bunk. Jack reached for the lube and expertly flipped it open one handed, coating his fingers before sliding first one, then a second into Ianto’s willing body, the young man moaning when fingertips brushed that magic spot and a wave of pleasure washed over him, pushing him ever closer to the edge...

“Now Jack...need you now...” he pleaded against his Captain’s lips, sighing with satisfaction as fingers were removed and Jack pushed in slowly, relishing the hot tight feeling of Ianto’s body around him. Moving slowly, eyes locked together, Jack made love to him...tenderly...bodies trembling as if it was that first time all over again, until they exploded together in blissful release and floated on wave after wave of exquisite pleasure...

Brushing a lock of hair off his Welshman’s sweat soaked brow, Jack gazed into his eyes, drowning himself in the intensity of emotion blazing from those beautiful blue depths...I can’t hide it...

He smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of Ianto’s lips...now hear my confession...

I love you, Ianto Jones...” he kissed him softly, “always you...only you”...now hear my confession...”I love you...”

End

 

 


zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: And that’s how it all started...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2
Summary: A rift alert has all sorts of consequences... Words 3170

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] longliveianto bingo prompt: Bodyswap

Icon and gorgeous banner by the wonderfully talented [livejournal.com profile] ianto_love_jack  Thank you *hugs*


X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl 


 

And that’s how it all started...

Muttering in very expressive Welsh, Ianto dragged his highly aroused and indignant body from Jack’s bunk and grabbed his clothes from their various scattered locations around the room before climbing up to join his Captain at Gwen’s workstation. Jack grinned at the flushed cheeks and tousled hair as the young man peered at the screen.

“Just as we were getting started..!” he pressed a light kiss to his Welshman’s temple before turning his attention back to the rift alert that had interrupted what was promising to be a monumental evening.

“D’you recognise that pattern? It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before...” Ianto frowned and tapped industriously on the keyboard as he searched through their databases for anything remotely similar. “Nothing like it in our records...”

“So, a new contact...we’d better go in prepared...” Jack said, automatically reaching for his Webley to check it, as Ianto keyed in the code for the armoury to get a Glock pistol to accompany his preferred non-lethal stun gun. They filled their pockets with fresh cans of weevil spray and a syringe of swift acting strong sedative and headed for the underground car park. Two minutes later they were en route to the child’s playground in Barry where the signal appeared to be stable...

The roads were clear - which was just as well with Jack’s usual breakneck driving, Ianto thought, hanging on tightly to the door frame as Jack hurled the SUV around corners at unbelievable speeds. Slamming the brakes on, Jack brought them to a standstill and they both peered at the hand held scanner. The signal was unchanged and seemed to be hovering over the sandpit...

Shining their torches ahead of them, they made their way over the playing field towards the enclosed children’s play apparatus. There was nothing visible although the signal still held steady. Jack nodded as Ianto motioned that he’d approach the signal so Jack could circle around to come in behind it. His heart thudding so hard he swore it was audible, Ianto crept forward, checking the scanner every step. There was no change until he stepped into the sand pit.

In a flash of blue light that cracked like rifle shot, a four feet high, bi-ped dinosaur-like creature that resembled a Bambiraptor launched itself at the Welshman, wings flapping frantically as its talons ripped into the soft flesh of Ianto’s chest. There was no time even to cry out as the young man hit the floor. He dropped his torch and the scanner and struggled desperately to get the stun gun within reach of the creature’s flesh as Jack emptied his entire supply of bullets into the tough hide.

With a howl as the lead rounds buried themselves into its back, the creature released its prey and vanished in another crack of blue light, leaving the air tainted with a metallic tang...

Jack leapt towards his prone lover, fear and horror washing over him as he saw the extent of the injuries. He dragged his phone from his pocket and hit #2 on his speed dial, barely registering the fact it was Tosh’s sleepy voice that answered the medic’s phone. “Tell Owen; Ianto’s seriously hurt, children’s playground, Barry...get him here...” before dropping the phone to the floor and gathering the semi-conscious young man into his arms... “Ianto...stay with me...stay with me please...” his voice an anguished whisper as he shook his beloved Welshman urgently...

Ianto’s eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, pain clouding those normally sparkling blue depths, “I’m sorry Jack...it was too quick... I’m cold...so cold...that’s bad isn’t it..?” his voice trailed away and his eyes closed again, “Jack...” the whisper was barely audible and Jack had to bend closer to catch the words, his eyes filling with tears at the faint “I love you...I’ve always loved you...have to tell you...before it’s too late...”

Ianto...don’t....Ianto...stay with me....don’t leave me...” Dipping his head, Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s, reaching deep inside himself to share his life force as a golden glow flickered briefly and was gone... Jack’s head swam and he blinked, dazed and confused by the sudden pain in his chest and the fact he was now lying down gazing up at...at his own face...

“Jack..?” Ianto sounded similarly confused, but reassuringly alive. “It doesn’t hurt any more...” he opened his eyes and stared down wide-eyed at his body... “Jack...what’s happening..? Jack...” He shook his own body as its eyes slid closed and it went limp in his...ok...Jack’s...arms...

Jack...Jack...no no no no no...don’t you dare leave me Harkness...”

He sat there rocking the unresponsive body back and forth, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, his mind searching desperately for answers to impossible questions he had yet to formulate – somehow he and Jack had swapped bodies and now Jack was dead – or was he dead himself – his body was but...

He was spared further tortuous thought processes as his body tensed and drew in a huge gasp of air in a strangely familiar Jack-like way and his eyes opened again, meeting his relieved gaze from Jack’s blue grey pools. Words weren’t needed as Ianto-in-Jack’s-body crushed their mouths together in a passion and relief-laden kiss that had their heads spinning, tongues swirling until they were both light-headed and they broke apart, panting softly... and restored to their own bodies...

“What the..?” Ianto heard himself think...his synapses snapped to attention – wait! Heard himself think..? I think you’ll find that was my thought..!” Now that was most definitely Jack in his head! They stared at each other, eyes wide, mouths dropping open as they heard each other’s thoughts, so intent on the tumbling confusion whirling around they failed to hear the frantic arrival of Owen who shoved Jack bodily aside and grabbed the Welshman’s hand to check his pulse, the skin to skin contact sending a spark through both men as they blinked dizzily...

“What the fuck was that?” Owen’s emphatic curse sounded strangely muted coming out of Ianto’s mouth.

Ianto shook Owen’s head to try and shift the irritating buzzing as his thoughts grappled with the undeniable knowledge that they’d body-swapped and he still had Jack’s thoughts in his head...Jack’s rather distracting thoughts of hot kisses creeping their way down his pale neck, warm breath sending trails of goose bumps scurrying across his skin and a rush of blood to his...um...Owen’s groin...

Jack grinned wolfishly despite their bemused predicament and reached out to grab a handful of the medic’s sweatshirt, hauling him in to plant a steamy open mouthed kiss on unfamiliar lips knowing that the jolt of electricity and the instantly recognisable lightheaded sensation meant another body swap... Ianto gave in and snaked Owen’s arms around his Captain’s neck, his fingers threading lovingly through his hair as Jack continued to fill his head with provocative images, gentle moans lost against his mouth...

“Oi, put my body down – even if it is the tea boy inside! I need to know what’s going on here – you said he was seriously hurt and where’s all that blood come from? I need answers!” Ianto’s soft welsh vowels didn’t quite do the acerbic medic’s words justice, but they got the message and pulled apart, somewhat breathless, stepping away from each other to avoid any further skin contact.

“Will someone tell me what’s happening..?” Owen was getting irate now, hands tugging at Ianto’s perfectly tied red silk at his throat to pull it awry in a manner that made the Ianto, now back in Jack’s body, want to slap him or at least serve him decaf for a month!

“I think that the alien that attacked Ianto left more than torn flesh behind...it seems to be some form of electrical charge that’s activated by skin contact and is able to move consciousness from one body to another...trouble is we’ve never seen anything like it before so I have no idea how to stop it! Oh, and Ianto’s body died and came back when I was him...”

Ianto bit thoughtfully on Jack’s bottom lip “Maybe if we each touch the person who has our mind all at the same time or just all touch together..?”

Owen nodded Ianto’s head slowly, finally releasing his death-grip on the Welshman’s tie, much to the relief of its owner “...it could work and we don’t have any other fucking clues anyway! I’m game...” he held Ianto’s hand out towards his own body. Jack and Ianto looked at each other, shrugged and swapped why the hell not? messages in their heads as they reached out their host body hands...

The three sets of fingers touched and a loud crack of electricity accompanied with a vivid blue flash lit up the darkness, each man falling backwards as the intense power of the shock knocked them unconscious. Darkness closed in on them once again as they lay in the sand...

Ianto groaned and held his pounding head – it felt like he’d done ten rounds with Janet and several of her friends! Wincing at the demolition team hard at work on the inside of his skull, he struggled into a sitting position and looked down at his hands, relieved to find that they were indeed his hands – he was back in his own body. A heartfelt moan echoed in his head alongside the drilling and hammering and he turned to look at his Captain. Jack was still unconscious so the mind link was obviously still active and the quiet questioning Ianto..? confirmed his suspicions as moments later the prone figure moved painfully to sit up. They reached for each other...stop! Ianto sent, recalling the skin to skin transfer when Owen had tried to take his pulse...

Oh...yeah, right! Good call... How’s Owen?

They turned to see the medic’s eyes opening, the grimace on his face more than confirmed the presence of an equally painful headache. “Fuck! I’ve got the hangover from hell! What were we drinking?” Owen muttered a few more choice profanities under his breath as he, too, struggled to sit up. The three of them looked at each other warily.

“How are you feeling?” Owen stretched towards Ianto as the doctor in him reasserted itself, before swiftly withdrawing his hand as the Welshman jerked himself out of reach.

“Don’t touch me!” he growled, his hand automatically reaching to adjust his tie, frowning when he found it mangled out of its usual perfect shape.

Jack moved his head carefully from side to side in an attempt to ease the cramped muscles in his neck. “Right, we need to get back to the hub...find out what happened here and if it’s permanent... No-one touch each other...” he added rather unnecessarily as each man resumed the perpendicular and shoved their hands into their pockets before stumbling across the grass towards the two vehicles in the distance.

Owen slid into his car and nodded approvingly as Ianto got into the back seat of the SUV and Jack climbed into the driver’s seat. “Good! See you at the hub then, Tosh’s already there...” he blushed at their raised eyebrows and the grin that flashed across both faces. “Yeah, we’re...”

“We know, Owen..!” Jack chuckled despite the pain in his head, “Should I feel bad that I kissed you...and with tongue?”

“Just...just don’t go there!” Owen spluttered as Ianto grinned, his quiet chuckle echoing in Jack’s head. Slamming his car door so hard it made them all cringe, Owen set off at speed with the SUV following in his wake...

Tosh was waiting for them down in autopsy, scanners and monitors at the ready. She’d put non-conductive gloves on as a precaution and handed each man a pair as they greeted her.

Scanning each of their heads, Owen found slightly elevated levels of adrenalin and dopamine, but nothing unexpected for the kind of experiences they’d just been through and declared it safe for them to take their gloves off. He pointed at the table and looked at Ianto.

Now, tea boy!”

Ianto had been edging towards the stairs with the intention of making a swift escape to the kitchen, the need for caffeine growing stronger by the second.

“Do I have to?” he sent into Jack’s mind, realising with surprise that it felt totally natural to have access to the other man’s thoughts...

“You do!” Jack smiled softly, “we need...I need...to make sure that you’re okay...you did die out there, remember?” He streamed the golden kiss memory into the young man’s head, drawing a delicious flush over his cheek that didn’t go unnoticed by the medic.

“Okay, what’s going on – why’s tea boy glowing like a Belisha Beacon? What don’t I know?”

“You want the long list or the condensed version?” Ianto deadpanned as he slid reluctantly onto the table. Tosh stifled a giggle as Owen frowned and she moved to stand by his side so she could see the readings on the monitor.

“Ha-bloody-ha!” Owen snarked. “Now spill..!”

“I can hear Jack’s thoughts and he can hear mine...ever since my body died when Jack was in it...” the blush deepened as Jack streamed a rather energetic session with Ianto bent over his desk into his head...

“I don’t want to know the details, thank you” he glared at Jack, “and you, stop harassing my patient!”  He pointed to the stairs, “behave or leave!”

Jack grinned again and leant against the dresser. “I’ll behave...promise...” as the medic’s eyes narrowed at him before turning back to examine the readings on the scanner. “Oh fuck!” Owen’s jaw dropped and Tosh looked at Ianto with a stunned expression on her beautiful face...

Ianto sat up, “what’s wrong with me?” gripping Jack’s hand tightly as his Captain leapt to his side and the two men looked anxiously at their doctor.

Despite the inappropriateness of the moment Owen couldn’t resist...”you want the long list..! Sorry...okay, when you died, what did you feel?”

“Nothing...I wasn’t in my body...but watching it was just like Jack when he comes back...”

“Are you ready to be the immortal tea boy?” he nodded seriously and tugged the monitor closer, “see, these readings are Ianto’s I’ve just scanned...these are Jack’s from his last physical...the chronon levels are identical...”

Frantic thoughts tumbled back and forth between the two – joy at being together for eternity mingled with shock and horror at the implications for Ianto’s family and the team....so many questions...

Owen looked from one to the other and planted his hands on his hips . “Oi, share with us – we can’t hear what you’re thinking – us lesser mortals need to have it spoken out loud!”

They turned wide, somewhat damp, eyes towards him. Ianto’s mouth opened and closed again without any sound making it past his lips. Owen could sympathise with that, it was a big shock...

“How do we know if it’s permanent?” Jack voiced Ianto’s question for him.

Owen shrugged, “I could shoot him..? What?” he looked innocently at Tosh as she smacked his arm, “we’d know if it worked...”

“Thanks, Owen, but I think I’d rather not test it quite like that!” Ianto muttered dryly. He squeezed Jack’s hand. I’m fine cariad...I just need a little time to take it in... he sent in response to Jack’s anxious presence in his head. He jumped down off the table. “’I’m going to make a coffee...I know it’s three in the morning but I need one, so, if that’s okay with you..?” he glanced at Owen who nodded, before walking gracefully up the steps and disappearing from sight.

Jack gazed after him, resisting the urge to either follow or press his mind, knowing that his young lover needed time to absorb the events of the night. He jumped as Tosh laid a gentle hand on his arm. “He’ll be okay...he’s got you and he’s got us...”

“Yeah...I know...thanks... Now it’s late...well, early actually so why don’t you two get off home and I’ll see you later...midday? Oh, and can we hold off telling Gwen until Ianto’s ready to face her barrage of questions...I’ll give her the morning off as well and we’ll see you later...” He tugged them in for a joint hug, whispering a heartfelt “thank you” before releasing them and following them up to the main workspace. Moments later the roller door clunked shut behind them.

Jack tugged his phone out of his pocked and sent a swift message to Gwen, telling her it had been a busy night so they would be sleeping in, adding a brief ‘bring pastries!’ to his instructions to stay home till midday. As he pressed send, Ianto appeared from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.  He looked calmer and smiled softly in response to Jack’s gentle questioning thoughts...I’m fine Jack...really...

They met at the raggedy old sofa and Jack took his coffee mug with one hand before sliding the other around the Welshman’s neck as he pulled him in for a tender kiss, lips soft and responsive under his. They kissed sweetly, minds swirling together without conscious thought, each losing themselves in the other until they broke apart to recharge their oxygen supply. Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, catching his breath at the intensity of emotion that blazed within the cobalt blue depths...Love you too...he sent, pressing a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s cute button nose before they sank down onto the sofa and leant comfortably against each other as they drank their coffee...

Ianto looked down at the sea of faces who were following his every word with avid attention, his glance lingering on his Captain’s, smiling that just-for-Jack-smile at the man he loved so much, seeing him sat cross legged on the floor with a sound asleep two year old Ammeline curled up in his lap. Jack grinned back...yeah, she’s asleep...love how you took out all the saucy bits but kept them in for me... Ianto winked and continued his roving glance across his audience, finding another very familiar pair of blue grey eyes under a shock of dark hair and the wide grin of their six year old... He twinkled at him before spreading his arms out and declaring “...and that’s how it all started...”

The librarian walked over, joining in with the applause from the audience. “Now children, say thank you to Mr Harkness-Jones and he’s promised to come back to tell you some more stories about Captain Coat and Coffee-man next week...

End

A/N This is the first of my longliveIanto bingo card. All stories will be set in this verse and will follow the lives of Jack, Ianto and their children as well as the wonderful heroes: Captain Coat and Coffee-man

 Next prompt     http://zazajb.livejournal.com/39125.html

 

 


zazajb: (only  him)

Title: New season, new hope, new life...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, minor mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A spring morning and an interesting chat over breakfast...gentle fluff! Words 1730

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #12  - Theme: Spring; truncate, demonstrable, earth ‘It was a week before he could walk normally again’

 A/N 1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] wanda1969  a fellow hopeless romantic... *with love* xxx

New season, new hope, new life...

Jack drove his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath in, relishing the chill of the early morning air as he watched the sun rise over the city that he protected...his own tiny corner of this earth that he loved... A self indulgent smile lit up his face as he pictured all the reasons he adored this planet so much including the gorgeous Welshman currently sound asleep in his bed, thoroughly loved and sated...

He stood taller and gazed at the familiar landmarks as the pinks and golds of the sunrise kissed the rooftops and bathed the view in the promise a glorious spring day... He watched absently as the sun reflected off the water, reminding him of the dancing lights in Ianto’s crystal blue eyes...it was time... Turning abruptly, he made his way off the rooftop and back to the hub.

He slid quietly down the ladder and shed his clothes quickly, slipping in beside Ianto’s deliciously warm naked body, the Welshman snuggling in closer despite the cold hands and feet that wrapped around him as he mumbled drowsily, “weevil or rooftop?”

Brushing his lips softly against the young man’s neck Jack smiled – Ianto knew him so well! “...rooftop...glorious sunrise...”

“mmmnnn lovely, now go to sleep...” Ianto yawned and pressed back even closer as Jack entwined their fingers, smiling fondly as the younger man’s breathing evened out and he drifted back into peaceful slumber. Burying his face in Ianto’s hair, Jack closed his eyes and ran over his plans for the coming day, finally joining his Welshman in dreamland...

They woke again just before seven and shared soft kisses, fingers threading through sleep-tousled locks, content just to lie-in, snug and warm under the quilt. Eventually, pressure on their bladders forced them to stir from their cosy haven. Bodily needs dealt with, Ianto pulled on Jack’s shirt which was on top of the rapidly shed heap of clothing from the previous night and without bothering to button it up, headed barefoot to the kitchen to make them a coffee  - he loved this first blend of the day with just him and Jack; loved waking in his lover’s arms, kissing sweetly to welcome the new day... All in all, he concluded as he filled their mugs, he was content with his life...

Sliding down the ladder with practiced ease, the mugs balanced in one hand, Ianto made his way to the bathroom where Jack was waiting, the shower was running and the room was filling with steam. Taking his mug, Jack grinned and cupped one hand around the back of the Welshman’s neck, tugging him gently forward to capture his lips softly, the kiss tender and full of love. Ianto’s free hand settled in the small of the older man’s back and they lost themselves in the delicious sensation of slow and sensual kisses.

They pulled apart...gently, sharing warm breath, before taking gulps of their coffee, setting their mugs down and linking hands to squeeze into the shower cubicle where Jack kissed his young man tenderly, reverently, from head to toe, finally making love to him as the water cascaded down on them and Ianto floated on wave upon wave of pure pleasure... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other carefully.

Back in Jack’s bedroom, Ianto pulled a clean suit out of the wardrobe, surprised when Jack shook his head, “just us today, I gave the team the day off...rift predictor says nothing on the horizon for a few days so we’re going to grab a bit of down time while we can...it’s been a bit frantic lately and we’ve earned a rest...” he pressed their lips together lightly. “As soon as you’re dressed we’re going out for breakfast...”

It was a matter of minutes before they were both similarly attired in jeans and casual tops – Ianto’s a tight-fitting Blue Gillespie tee whilst Jack’s black Ed Hardy one had an impressive tiger’s head on it. They climbed up the ladder to find their jackets, Jack sliding into his coat that Ianto held out for him as usual, smoothing the fabric over his shoulders in their familiar and intimate routine.

They took the invisible lift, Ianto melting into his Captain’s arms to be kissed passionately as Jack’s tongue mapped his mouth with possessive intent and Ianto was moaning softly when they reached the Plas where he was released to step unsteadily off the stone, lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and seeing him so carefree and undone, Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

Linking their hands, they headed towards their favourite coffee bar. Deciding to sit outside in the gentle spring sunshine, Jack settled at a table and Ianto went inside to order their brioche and cinnamon blend coffee. Jack chatted to one of the regular waitresses as she cleared the table from the previous customer. When she moved away he opened the newspaper that had been left behind, turning straight to the crossword and was immersed in it when Ianto rejoined him with their mugs of coffee which he put down on the table before moving behind Jack to rest his chin on his Captain’s shoulder and slide his arms around him.

“They’ll bring the brioche out in a minute – there’s a fresh batch in the oven, almost ready... How’re you getting on?”

Jack held up the paper. “Not bad, stuck on two down – ‘to shorten by’, eight letters...cryptic clue ‘period clothes case precedes something eaten...any ideas?”

“...truncate...”

“huh?”

“period clothes case – trunk, something eaten – ate...truncate”

Jack filled in the letters, grinning, ”ok, how about nine across, ‘showing, visible’, twelve letters, starts with a d, ends in l-e...”

“what’s the cryptic clue?”

“Angels’ foe are within a dining piece...”

“...demonstrable...” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack frowned trying to follow the clue, “demons are the angels’ foe and if you put an ‘r’ in the middle of the word ‘table’ and fit it all together you get ‘demonstrable’” smiling as Jack filled in the letters triumphantly.

“How’d you know all this stuff..?”

“I know everything remember!” he pressed a soft kiss to the older man’s neck, releasing him as the waitress approached their table with their order – fresh brioche warm from the oven with some maple twists.

Jack immediately abandoned any further attempts to complete the crossword and concentrated on their breakfast. They ate contentedly, enjoying the sunshine and the simple normal-ness of the situation. Ianto glanced at the tubs of dancing tulips and daffodils arranged at intervals alongside the glass front of the shop. He chuckled. Jack followed his gaze and laughed, “...you thinking about Owen’s little brush with those alien tulips? He wasn’t impressed when we laughed at the attack on his gonads – poor sod! It was a week before he could walk normally again..!”

“At least we know it didn’t damage him permanently...Tosh looks good, pregnancy suits her... I hope they enjoy their long weekend away – I booked them into the Presidential Suite...” Ianto smiled fondly as Jack reached across the table to take the young Welshman’s hand, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles.

Looking up Ianto saw the waitress watching them intently. As she caught his eye she blushed and looked away and busied herself with clearing another table. “We’ve got an audience...” he murmured, “...she must think we’re hot!” he chuckled.

Jack squeezed his hand. “She’s waiting to see what you’ll say...” he gazed into Ianto’s beautiful blue eyes, the Welshman gasping at the depth of emotion blazing out of his Captain’s blue grey depths.

“Jac...” he broke off as Jack continued.

“Did you know that today is the first day of Spring? ‘course you do – you know everything!” he grinned nervously at the puzzled Welshman. “Back on Boshane, the first day of Spring was a National holiday...the new season symbolised new hope and new life...” He slipped from his chair and sank down onto one knee, still holding tightly on to Ianto’s hand.

“I love you Ianto Jones, just you...only you...would you share new hope and new life with me...will you...marry me?” His free hand delved into his coat pocket and bought out a small velvet box which he flipped open to reveal matching white gold bands.

Ianto gazed at his Captain, his mouth forming goldfish-like circles as he was rendered speechless. Neither noticed the other customers had fallen silent, all holding their breath to hear the young man’s answer...

With no words forthcoming from his stunned brain, Ianto flung himself into Jack’s arms and crushed their mouths together, kissing him with a passion that made the air surrounding them sizzle from the heat, hands cupping faces and tangling in hair until they broke off for air and Ianto found his voice “yesyesyesyesyesyes..!” as Jack slid the ring onto his finger and he did the same for Jack. Ianto jumped as the customers and waitresses clapped and cheered, along with a dozen or so passers by who’d stopped to watch the two men wrapped around each other on their knees.

Blushing profusely and grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Ianto got up from the floor and tugged Jack up with him, whispering in his ear as he leant down, “...take me to bed, Jack, make love to me...

Jack looked at the waitress, “...could we have the bill please?” he asked, knowing he was grinning inanely but unable to stop himself.

“Boss says it’s on the house...and congratualtions...”

“Thank you...” Both men smiled and wound their arms around each other’s waists as they left the coffee shop table and hurried back towards the hub. Once on the invisible lift they sank into a tight embrace as their lips met in a tender kiss. As the lift descended and he lost himself in Jack’s kisses, Ianto reflected that his life was now perfect...

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