Lost inside of you Part 22 Sequel to No Place to hide

[zazajb]

Title: Lost inside of you Part 22/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No Place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who continues to inspire and encourage me – I owe her so much *hugs* 
A/N There's a teeny bit of Gwen-bashing...but only a little bit!
X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto
Thanks to the awesome wykling for the amazing banner *hugs*

 

Chapter 22

Jack woke to the sound of his phone beeping the message alert tone. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table - almost ten o’clock. He was warm and cosy, to say nothing of having an armful of sleeping Welshman...he snuggled in closer, resting his chin in the crook of the young man’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the unique scent that was Ianto. He sighed contentedly, focused on the moment and the simplicity of just the two of them cocooned under the soft down quilt...a world away from the reality of the frantic challenges and mortal peril of their daily routine...

He pressed a gentle kiss against the side of Ianto’s neck, smiling softly as the young man squirmed in his sleep, shuffling his hips backwards to press tighter into his Captain’s embrace...  Jack’s mind drifted back over the past week – ‘eventful’ didn’t exactly do it justice, but was close enough...he hugged the warm body of his lover protectively as the different scenes rolled through his mind and felt a rush of love and gratitude for the steadfast and unwavering loyalty of the man in his arms. The Doctor was right – he’d been magnificent, no other word for it he mused, burying his face in his hair...

His phone beeped again...another text message...he really should move...but... “Are you going to get that?” he jumped as Ianto turned in his embrace to face him, his sleepy gaze amused, “...or are you going to continue examining my magnificence..?”

Jack slid a hand down and groped the Welshman playfully. He arched an eyebrow, “...it’s got potential, but magnificence is going a bit far..!” he smirked as he felt the young man’s responses to the touch of his hand, “...although..!” His comments were cut off as his lips were claimed passionately, Ianto’s tongue demanding entry where it proceeded to map every inch of his mouth...

Their heartbeats racing, Ianto entwined their legs and rolled them over to finish on top of his Captain where he continued to kiss him hard, breaking off briefly to gasp for breath before plundering his mouth some more – it was wild, dominant and possessive...and had the promise of being truly magnificent..!

Ianto pulled away, panting, delicious tendrils of desire coursing through him, feeling the matching sensations echo in the older man. He grinned and rolled off him, sliding out of the bed and reaching for his clothes that were scattered around the room from their passionate session earlier...

 Jack spluttered indignantly and sat up, lust-blown eyes following the young man’s gorgeous naked body around the room...

“What’re you doing? Come back to bed..?” he patted the freshly vacated space beside him, pouting as Ianto turned to grin at him, shaking his head.

“Nope..! I’m hungry Jack and I want chips!”

“Chips..?”

“Yes, chips...you know, bits of potato, deep fried, smothered with lots of salt and vinegar...best enjoyed straight from the paper, using your fingers instead of those little forks...preferably shared with that one special person as you gaze out over the bay...so...I’m going for chips...” He raised his eyebrows as Jack’s brow furrowed, watching as he worked it out, finally grinning as he flung the bedclothes away and scrambled for his clothes...

They snogged enjoyably in the elevator, Ianto pressed up against the back wall...Jack seemed to have a ‘thing’ for elevators...several possibilities slid through his mind as their tongues danced... They broke apart as the lift came to a stop and sauntered across the lobby hand in hand, out into the cool night air and headed for the chip shop they frequented way too often for it to be healthy!

With a large chips and plenty of salt and vinegar...and some ketchup – Jack had pouted, knowing Ianto couldn’t resist him when he did the ‘huge puppy-dog eyes’, they headed back to the bay, leaning against the railings to gaze out over the water as they ate the deliciously greasy hot chips, feeding each other occasionally...relishing in the simplicity of the moment.

Ianto sighed happily, his stomach appeased and his fingers enjoying the warmth of Jack’s mouth as each digit was sucked clean...”I didn’t pick up any napkins...” being the prompt for the rather erotic and sensual feelings that were building inside him as Jack’s tongue swirled around his little finger, dragging his teeth lightly over the knuckle as he pulled the digit slowly from his mouth, right to the tip, before sucking it back in to repeat the process...

Ianto’s sighs became soft moans as the rest of his body responded eagerly, demanding to be included in the action...his trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight and he could tell by Jack’s smirk that he knew exactly what he was doing...

He sent a stream of wild and wanton images to his mind, his soft moans becoming desire-laden pants as they were returned with interest and Jack began kissing and nibbling his way over his wrist and up the inside of his arm, the pictures in his head working on a different part of his body... Ianto groaned loudly as Jack sucked the soft skin at the crook of his elbow into his mouth and bit down gently, the alternative image in his head making his body shudder with desire as he was engulfed in the moist warm heat...

He melted into his Captain’s arms as the older man tugged him close and claimed his mouth passionately, heady sensations of want and desire coursing through them both as they pressed their hips together, twin arousal straining against the constraints of fabric...

Pulling away, gasping, Jack grabbed the Welshman’s hand and dragged him back towards the hotel, running like their lives depended on it... Safely ensconced in the elevator, Ianto grabbed Jack’s other hand and backed him against the wall, his arms pressing their hands above their heads, as he proceeded to devour his mouth with a hot, messy kiss, feeling their passions rising rapidly as they thrust against each other...

The doors pinged open and they came up for air, lips just millimetres apart, neither wanting to move... Their eyes met, twin sets of blue blazing with wantwantwant... “...move...now!” Neither really sure where the command came from, but both moved as one, crashing through the door of their suite to the floor where they tore each other’s clothes off and explored numerous ways to indulge the wanton desire that had been sizzling all evening, finally exploding together in ultimate bliss, their sweat-soaked bodies trembling in the afterglow...

Jack pulled Ianto back into his arms from his stretched out position on the floor and kissed him tenderly, stroking his wildly dishevelled hair and relishing in the feel of his kiss-swollen lips under his own... He sighed contentedly as they broke apart, clambering to his feet and tugging the Welshman with him before leading him to the shower where they explored more ways to have fun with a scrunchie and lots of bubbles...

Finally, clean and sated, they sank back onto the bed, side by side, feet on the floor, bodies stretched out, hands clasped in the middle.

“...ok...was that magnificent enough?”

“Oh yeah...” the young man sighed happily as his body tingled deliciously all over. He felt completely and utterly loved...and safe and secure...and everything that went with it...he felt he could take on the world right now...

“You’re such a girl sometimes...” Jack squeezed his hand, teasing.

“Your girl...”

“Yeah...mine...all mine...” he leant across and kissed his Welshman softly, tenderly, sending love you forever messages into his head.

“Now who’s a girl..!”

“Yeah, but it’s true...” He kissed him again before they lay back in companionable silence, neither wanting to break the mood...

Jack’s phone beeped again, the sound muffled under the pile of hastily discarded clothing... He sat up. “Suppose I’d better check it out...” grudgingly, knowing he’d have to move from his current position...

“You check your phone, I’ll get us a drink...”

“Can I have the hazelnut coffee..?”

“Coffee...at this time of night?” the familiar arched eyebrow quirked in Jack’s direction.

He grinned and turned on those puppy-dog eyes...

“Ok...hazelnut blend it is..!”

Jack was bent down, scrabbling amongst the tangle of clothing, his naked arse pointed enticingly in Ianto’s direction, who stopped sorting out the coffee beans and enjoyed the view...

Having located his phone from his pocket Jack checked his messages, still bent over knowing Ianto was watching him intently... He chuckled, pressing open on the picture attachment before breaking into delighted laughter and resuming an upright position, striding over to join the young man in the tiny kitchen area. “They’re from Donna...look...!”

There were three pictures of the Doctor and little Mollie, the first one showed the Timelord bouncing her on his knee, both grinning happily, the next two were just so cute! The Doctor was stretched out on the red leather sofa, Mollie was laid against his chest and shoulder, both sound asleep, their mouths slightly open...

Jack and Ianto grinned at each other, the same thought running through their heads... Jack’s phone beeped again. They checked the message together...seems Donna had the same idea... Jack tapped out a reply, “Great idea – we’ll sort it tomorrow! JxIx” he pressed ‘send’ as they chuckled.

The coffee was ready, Ianto handed Jack his mug and peered over his shoulder. “There’s a message from Gwen...looks like it came in earlier...when we were...busy!” He planted a soft kiss on Jack’s ear and turned to pick up his own mug as Jack opened the message.

“She wants to know if we can call into the hub tomorrow, nothing too urgent...” He glanced at the Welshman who nodded, sipping his drink. “We’ll take breakfast with us like the other day...”

They linked hands and wandered back through to the bedroom before sliding under the covers, where, despite the infusion of caffeine at such a late hour, they were soon snuggled into each other, sleeping peacefully.  

Night turned gradually into day...the Doctor’s last day...as the sun rose above the horizon, dressing the city in glorious shimmers of red and pink and gold...

Ianto woke to 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 sleepy ones meeting the sparkling blue grey of Jack’s as he lay propped up on one elbow watching the reactions of his gorgeously drowsy 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, far more awake than his brain! 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, waking, 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, 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 bodies totally in tune...not the pure emotion of Nirvana, something more grounded...tangible...

Ianto curled into his Captain’s embrace, his body tingling pleasurably from head to toe... He closed his eyes. “What time is it?”

Jack’s head lifted off the pillow as he glanced at the clock, “...almost six...”

Ianto’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes flew open. “Almost six!” incredulously... ”...that means it was only five o’clock when you woke me up...that’s like the middle of the night..! Just how long have you been awake?”

Jack looked sheepish. “...about three...I like watching you sleep...” he paused, “...actually I was thinking about Gwen...”

Ianto couldn’t help it – the green-eyed monster burst from the cupboard where it’d been in storage and jumped all over him... He frowned. “Let me get this straight: you woke up at three, spent two hours thinking about Gwen, then woke me for sex..?”

Jack spluttered, “...no! No that’s not right...well, that’s what happened, but not the reason...God, Yan you can be so infuriating sometimes...you’re really acting like a girl now..!”

The Welshman dragged himself out of his Captain’s arms and rolled off the bed, folding his arms as he glared down at his partner. “Ok, so how do you explain all those Jack and Gwen cosy little moments, huh? And her wedding..?” his mind stomped across Jack’s as he slammed the memories into it...

First there was that time she’d kissed Jack, after he’d saved her from the alien sex gas...ok it was before they were really involved, and granted he’d been the receiver and not the giver and he hadn’t responded...only after that Gwen had been all huge doe eyes and drippy expressions as she looked at Jack, barely bothering to disguise the feelings she had for the dynamic  Captain...numerous images of classic examples flew across his mind space... we’ve done Abaddon already so I won’t presume to bore you with that one again...” he scowled, remembering how she’d monopolised Jack’s body...

“The cosy tete-a-tete in the cells, the day you came back...the day you asked me on a date...was that because you’d found out she was officially unavailable..? I’m second choice...better than nothing..?

He sounded bitter...and petulant...he knew it, but he was in too deep now...the stopper was out of the bottle! The hurt washed over him and he choked back a sob before continuing...

Then there was that time with the space whale...I nearly get shot in the head – thank God his trigger jammed – but it’s all about Gwen bloody Cooper refusing to retcon her boyfriend...her angry “ I wouldn’t know any different...” to your anguished“..but I would...” He bit his lip...hard...as his heart shattered anew reliving those three little words...

Finally her wedding... Ianto could appreciate it had been a difficult day for her – waking up hugely pregnant with an alien baby was a little unsettling...an alien baby with an anxious killing machine of a mother in hot pursuit ready to rip said baby from your body added more than a little stress, granted...and yes, dashing hero Captain Jack had saved the day with his big gun...but...

Ianto stood at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixed on the gently swaying couple. They fitted together perfectly, their eyes fixed on each other...he bent his head forward towards her, she spoke, softly no doubt, as he moved closer to hear her and the grip on her hand tightened as he smiled tenderly at her...

“Look at them...” Gwen’s bridesmaids were stood beside him, watching the couple, although they were not adverse to flicking interested glances in the Welshman’s direction... “...you’d think he was the groom, not poor bloody Rhys...” she dropped her voice conspiratorially, “...remember she said she was cheating on him with someone at work...”

“ooh, you think that was him? But that was over months ago...”

“...yeah, right...does it look over to you..? You saw her face when he came charging in shouting ‘stop the wedding...’

Emboldened by the liquid fury that was coursing through his veins, Ianto walked purposefully up to the slow-dancing couple, intending to bark in Jack’s ear that everyone thought he was acting inappropriately and it was upsetting the groom... Rhys had been stood on the other side of the dance floor...his eyes fixed on the pair of them too...he’d looked beaten before carefully composing his face to show an amused smile...no doubt through gritted teeth...Jack bloody Harkness...

However, when it seemed obvious to him that they assumed he wanted to cut in, he wondered what it would be like to dance with Jack...the look on Gwen’s face alone was worth it...and then the reality of being in Jack’s arms in front of everyone...actually it scared the shit out of him if he was honest...he didn’t like being noticed... Then Jack had tugged him closer and he’d breathed in that intoxicating aroma that was just Jack and everyone else had faded away...it was just him...and Jack and those impossible daydreams that this could ever possibly work...

But he was dancing with him now...and that’s all that mattered...

“Well then..!” Ianto planted his hands on his hips as he looked expectantly at his Captain.

Jack sighed heavily, knowing he couldn’t put it off any longer...and he wasn’t sure Ianto would like everything he was about to hear... “First things first...” he grabbed the young man’s left hand and twisted the ring on his finger, “...this means something...means everything, ok, you have to stop doubting that I love you... I. Love. You...” he punctuated each word with a press of his lips to Ianto’s wedding ring. “You’re most certainly not second best or second choice...you are my one and only for as long as we have together...which I hope is as long as the Doctor’s predicted...if I could spend my entire lifetime with you, I would...ok..?

Now, I’m not going to grace every one of your images with an explanation, but I won’t deny that in the beginning she did have me wondering...imagining what it would be like...and yes, I was attracted to her...but it wasn’t necessarily like you imagine it is...I need her...no, Ianto, wait...let me finish...”  he squeezed the hand he still held as the Welshman growled unhappily... “I need Gwen because she grounds me in this time, this place...that’s what attracted me – she’s feisty, committed and above all she has a life resembling normality when she’s away from here...I need that...she reminds me why we do this...

I know you can do all that too, but whilst I care deeply for her, love her even – and the rest of the team as well – I don’t love her like I love you...sometimes it scares me to think what I’d do if I lost you...well, actually you know...we’ve been there...but if someone hurt you...I’d kill them without a second thought and that’s frightening... So I need Gwen to keep me from doing those things...to keep my head here and now...”

He took a deep breath, fixing his eyes firmly on Ianto’s still suspicious blue depths...”That talk...ok, encounter, in the cells the day I came back...yes, I was shocked to find she was engaged, but I was scared too...scared she’d leave me and want a normal life...marriage, kids, helping out at playgroup, making jam...or whatever it is that they do these days...I didn’t want to lose her...and there was a minute flicker of regret...but it was that I wasn’t there when it happened...her life had moved on and I’d not been a part of it, but it made me even more determined to do things properly with you...so you have Gwen Cooper to thank for finally giving me the kick up the backside to try and do the whole proper ‘dating’ thing...to do it right...

Now, bear all that in mind for your next episode – the space whale. By now, Gwen is a part of me that I need...without her I am less of the man you’ve come to know ...know better than anyone else and I mean anyone else...ever...if she’d gone then there would’ve been a hole in this place...” He tugged Ianto down onto the bed beside him and clasped his other hand, holding them tight...

“You need to see this...” Ianto nodded and followed him into his mind space. He was dancing with Gwen, gazing at her fondly, his lovely Gwen happily married after a complete nightmare day – a typical Torchwood-does-weddings kind of day with aliens, terror and big guns...but that was the beauty of these people...they didn’t give up...and Gwen had shone like a radiant star as she’d battled through adversity, refusing to let anything stop her from marrying the man she loved...and he adored her for that...

“Will you miss me while I’m gone?”

“...always...” I need you Gwen Williams, you keep me grounded, in this time, in this place

“What will you do?”

“The usual: pizza, Ianto, save the world a couple of times...” Ianto laughing as I feed him pizza, Ianto warm in my arms as I kiss him hard, Ianto beside me anywhere I go...I wonder if we could ever do this...dance at our wedding...would he have me..? is this time enlightened enough...I don’t want to scare him...he’s so private...but I’ll take whatever he can give me...fuck, when did this get to be...love...”

He’s dancing with me...my Ianto...maybe there is hope after all..?

Ianto opened his mouth, but nothing came out...he didn’t know how to say...or even what to say...but he finally got it, finally understood what it was about Gwen that held Jack captive and it was ok, he’d had a glimpse into Jack’s perception of the rather annoying, bossy Welshwoman and although it would take a while he really thought he could begin to appreciate her as an ally...rather than competition! His eyes widened at the realisation...he didn’t have to be so cross with her all the time...

Jack folded him into his arms and kissed him hard, flooding his head with loving thoughts and gentle amusement...”you really are a girl sometimes..!”

Ianto’s response, when translated from the rather expressive Welsh, would have been too rude to print...  Jack grinned and pulled him up from the bed, leading him to the shower where he took full advantage of the confined space to try some innovative new moves that left the young man gasping...

Chapter 23 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/11301.html