Lost inside of you Part 27/? Sequel to No place to hide

[zazajb]

Title: Lost inside of you Part 27/?
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

A/N A bit later than planned due to TW BB entry and other random bunny distractions!
Thanks to wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

 

Chapter 27

 

Fifteen minutes later they broke apart panting, lips pink and kiss-swollen, hands had raked over clothing so shirts hung open, belts undone, trousers were unbuttoned...but the cap had remained on Ianto’s head... “I want you...so much...” Jack’s thoughts growled across Ianto’s mind, heavy with desire...

 

“I know, cariad...but we have guests...” he gasped as Jack reversed their positions, slamming him into the wall as he devoured his mouth, thrusting his body against the hot hardness in the young man’s trousers. Ianto’s moans were lost as Jack’s tongue flicked over all those extra sensitive spots and his hands moved to tangle in the older man’s hair, his willpower failing...

 

“females with cameras warning” pressed gently against both minds as the Doctor sent a friendly heads-up. They pulled apart and grinned, sending a swift thanks...

 

“Give them something to look at?” Jack suggested, his hands moving to his partner’s zip.

 

“Nah...not tonight...wanna save it just for us...we haven’t taken pictures in a while...” he smirked as he felt the desire ignite afresh in Jack’s body and quickly buttoned their trousers and fastened their belts, “...no harm in leaving the shirts undone though...” turning as they heard smothered giggling, the girls attempting to sneak up on them...

 

By the time the ladies had crept, well, that was no doubt their intention, but too much wine had made them as soft footed as elephants in tap shoes, down the winding staircase the coffee was poured and the two men were stood facing the would-be paparazzi, Ianto in front with Jack just behind him, his chin resting on his Welshman’s shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, both men’s eyes twinkling mischievously...

 

“Oh bollocks!” Donna was expressive in her disappointment.

 

“Sorry girls, you missed it!” Ianto smiled his cat-that-got-the-cream little smile.

 

“Yeah, it was magnificent..!” Jack leered over his shoulder, before moving round to crush their lips together, Ianto’s hands moving of their own volition to frame his Captain’s face as his world swam in a golden glow and he was swept away in a knee-melting life-force laden kiss that had him floating on the stars, every nerve ending erupting with spontaneous explosions...and he was lost in blissful oblivion.

 

He blinked, dazed, as Jack pulled away, grinning at him, “...sorry, couldn’t resist...the girls were so disappointed they thought they’d missed the show...” Jack looked anything but sorry, but Ianto was way too dithery to care! He leant on his Captain, his knees still too weak to support him...as he glanced at the shrieking and giggling posse of females who were excitedly swapping their phones looking at the pictures they’d managed to take...

 

“Hey!” his voice was somewhat breathless and they turned to grin manically at him. “I want copies of all those...” he smiled fondly at them, “...please! Now, shall we take this coffee up before it gets cold...” He released his hold on Jack, dropping a light kiss to his lips, and turned to pick up the tray with the coffee and two different boxes of after-dinner mints, heading carefully up the stairs – he’d never admit it, but he was still a little unsure of his legs after that fucking amazing kiss!

 

As he handed the mugs round, his phone buzzed repeatedly in his pocket and he grinned. They’d have some fun with those later...

 

The group of friends sat, drinking coffee, nibbling mints, laughing and joking well into the night and a new day had begun when they were finally alone again after arranging to meet at the hub at ten to see the Doctor and Donna off on their travels.

 

Jack flung himself on the bed and propped himself up on his elbow. “Great night...”

 

“Yeah, great generally and it had some very memorable moments...”

 

“...so, Mr Jones...how tired are you..?” streaming various different scenarios into his head.

 

Ianto grinned as he flicked through them, hovering over two before rejecting them all and moving to button up his shirt that still hung open, tucking it in and readjusting his cap to the proper angle. “How ‘bout we do something new...” knowing he’d had just enough fine wine to chase away any inhibitions...and he’d always wanted to do this...

 

Jack watched him...waiting...sensing the young man was deciding if he was going to go through with whatever he’d planned...

 

“Jack – you do exactly what I say...ok? Exactly..!”

 

Jack sat up and saluted smartly, “Yessir!”

 

“Good, now sit back on the bed, lean against the headboard...no, more in the middle so you’ve got pillows either side...yeah...now enjoy...” as he began swaying his hips, stroking his hands down his own body, fingers outstretched...in his mind he re-enacted Jamie-Lee Curtis’ dance from True Lies, gyrating his hips harder...the movements raunchier as he immersed himself in the scene in his head, sliding his index finger into his mouth and sucking on it as he looked through his eyelashes at his stunned Captain...the ‘fuck, that’s so hot..!’ messages slamming into his brain leaving him in no doubt that Jack was enjoying...

 

He ran his hands over the bulge in his trousers, pressing down with the heel of his hand so a moan escaped his lips, running his tongue over the plump pink flesh as he moved his hands to slowly unbutton his shirt, swaying sensually to the music in his head as he tugged the cotton out from his trousers before sliding the garment off his shoulders and pressing it to his chest...

 

He ran the black cotton lower, rubbing it over his groin, then dropped it to the floor as he turned round to give Jack a back view as he continue to gyrate, his hands cupping the cheeks of his rear as he danced. He turned and moved closer to the bed, beckoning Jack forward with a finger, thrusting his hips towards him...

 

Jack scrambled eagerly towards him, his mouth open as he practically drooled at the lust-inciting sight before him... Ianto’s hands slid to his belt, unbuckling it deliberately as his eyes locked on those of his Captain’s, desire blazing in those blue grey pools. He offered the buckle of the belt to the older man who grasped the simple fastening tightly as the Welshman shifted his weight against it and sashayed the strip of leather out of the loops, dancing out of range of Jack’s reaching hands...

 

Adrenaline, wild desire and alcohol coursing through his system, Ianto was thoroughly enjoying himself now, his hands moving to the button of his trousers, slowing his movements as he inched the zip down slowly, sending a single word command “strip!” to the older man, watching as his clothes were shed wildly at lightning speed, his arousal evident. “...now back where you were...pay attention...” his breath coming in short bursts now...

 

Groping in his pocket, Ianto pulled out a tube of lube and squeezed some into his hand before tossing it to Jack who caught it and waited for instructions. Toeing out of his shoes and socks, Ianto shook his trousers and boxers down and swayed out of them, turning again to show himself sliding a finger into his body preparing himself, pushing back and adding a second, gasping as his fingertips brushed that magic spot...

 

”..now, Jack...” as his Captain followed the order and his eyes lit up as the Welshman climbed on the bed and swiftly lowered himself down, drawing gasps from them both as joined minds and combined heightened senses drove them towards the edge at breakneck speed... They crushed their mouths together, tongues duelling frantically, hands raking roughly over heated skin...pleasure building inexorably towards that one moment and they exploded together in waves of ecstasy, each crying out the other’s name before slumping together as they trembled in a post-orgasmic glow...

 

Jack captured Ianto’s lips gently, kissing him tenderly, his hands reaching to finally tug the cap off his head and thread his hands lovingly through the young man’s hair. “That was just amazing..!”

 

Ianto grinned breathlessly, “...oh yeah..! as he urged his Captain under the quilt and wrapped his arms around him, kissing lazily, swapping gentle words of love as they drifted into contented sleep.

 

They slept late the next morning. It had just turned nine o’clock when Ianto rolled over and gazed sleepily at the clock, sitting up with a jolt as his fogged brain took in the time. He leant down and kissed Jack on the forehead, then his nose and finally his lips as there was no movement, jumping when two arms grabbed him and dragged him down for a morning snog, the bedclothes tangling around them as they wrestled for superiority, Ianto losing out in the battle when Jack resorted to tickling tactics to ensure victory. Finally pinned down on his back, his Captain sat astride him, he was able to point out the time...

 

They bolted out of bed and crammed into the shower where they still found time to explore familiar territory with plenty of bubbles and some impressive imagination, emerging glowing and satisfied to pull on jeans and t-shirts before racing down to grab a croissant from the breakfast bar on the way to the basement car park. Jack’s energetic driving over the short distance meant they arrived at the hub in double-quick time - and before the Doctor, although the team were already there and Ianto shot into the kitchen to get the coffee on.

 

He was filling the mugs when the Doctor and Donna arrived so he added a mug of tea for the Timelord and a cappuccino for Donna, taking the tray carefully down to the main hub where everyone was talking animatedly, hugs being shared with abandon... “A toast..!” Jack declared loudly once they all had a drink in their hands, “...safe journeys, plenty of adventure and lots and lots of running! And don’t forget your way home...here...” They clunked mugs and drank deeply, making their way downstairs to Ianto’s room and the TARDIS.

 

The Doctor shook hands with Peter, hugged the girls, scratched ‘his nids’ behind the ears from his resting place in Gwen’s arms and finally wrapped Jack in a tight embrace, planting a chaste kiss on his lips, “...I’m always here...” he sent, tapping his temple before releasing him and turning to nod at Donna who immediately threw herself into Jack’s arms, wrapping her legs around him as she squeezed him tight. With Jack duly distracted, the Timelord grabbed Ianto and pushed him through the door of the TARDIS who greeted him like an old friend before they faded out of the room, leaving Torchwood far behind...

 

Ianto spun round - once he’d picked himself up from the floor -  his hands on his hips, his mouth opened to ask “...what the...” when he felt Jack’s panicked mind reaching for him...and he knew why the Doctor had whisked him away...a final test of their connection, across time and space... “I’m here, cariad...don’t be cross...I’m coming back...” feeling a multitude of emotions from his Captain – anger, relief, panic... guilt because now he knew what it felt like to be left behind not knowing...

 

Jack’s fears soothed, Ianto turned to grin at the Doctor. “This is brilliant...she’s brilliant, feeling the TARDIS pressing softly against his mind alongside the Timelord’s own familiar sense of all there was and all there ever could be... There was a bump and he staggered, clutching hold of the centre console for support.

 

The Timelord looked at him. “You want to see what’s out there..?”

 

“We’re on another world? Really..?” His face lit up and he nodded vigorously, “...where...when are we? I never thought I’d ever say that?”

 

The Doctor grinned and ran to open the door, stepping through... Ianto followed and took his first steps on another world. They were on a vast expanse of sand with dunes and patches of scrubland as far as the eye could see...a familiar building structure in the distance...he’d seen this in Jack’s head...

 

“Jack...”

 

“You ok sweetheart..?”

 

“I’m on your planet...I’m standing on the Boeshane Peninsular...” he felt the Doctor’s mind against his, “...you’re also in the fifty-first century...”

 

“Jack..?”

 

“Still here...”

 

“I’m in the fifty-first century... Jack..?”

 

“Yeah...”

 

“Love you...”

 

“Love you too...timeless and eternal...”  Jack felt a warmth in his belly that had nothing to do with the hot coffee - he was in the hub, in Cardiff sharing loving thoughts with his partner many light years and centuries away and he knew he would be coming back...coming home for him...he smiled softly before turning his attention back to his team...

 

The Doctor nodded to himself, following the exchanges discretely. They were most definitely fated, these two. He’d taken some more readings of the young man’s chronon levels on the trip out, Jack’s kiss the previous evening had added another thirty-odd years...he hoped they’d get to spend this extended time together...but you never knew with Torchwood...

 

He turned and reached for Ianto’s hand, “C’mon...let’s explore a bit...”

 

Back in the TARDIS, Ianto was going over the last few hours in his head, sharing the experience with Jack...he’d seen how Jack’s people lived, wandered around a market and bought a set of panpipes that had been whittled from the native reeds by a young boy, who’d played them for him, the beautiful haunting sound captivating the Welshman and bringing tears to his eyes. This was just... The Doctor had shown him where Jack lived...would live – when he was born, pointing out his dad and very pregnant mum as they’d mingled with the crowds...

 

“Doctor...”

 

“Mr Jones!”

 

“This is...is...”

 

“I know, Ianto...I know! But now you want to go home...”

 

“Yes, please...”

 

The Timelord grinned “...race you back to the TARDIS!” as he set off at a sprint. “...you can’t travel with the Doctor and not do any running!”

 

Ianto’s face lit up and he set off in pursuit ... They arrived together, panting hard, manic grins on their faces. “That was fun, but it’s not nearly as impressive without the coat...I need a long coat...” Ianto concluded thoughtfully...

 

“One coat in the family is quite enough..!” Jack streamed several sessions with Ianto naked other than Jack’s own greatcoat into his head... The Welshman highlighted one and sent them back...

 

The Doctor was at the controls, running round pumping levers and twisting handles. He grabbed Ianto’s hand. “Here, keep that steady...right off we go...”

 

The grating sound of the engines filled the air as he felt the powerful presence of the TARDIS in his head...asking... He accepted immediately and hung on tightly...

 

They arrived and the Doctor opened the doors, Ianto gasping as the sight took his breath away. “The Medusa Cascade...the most spectacular sight in the Galaxy...”

 

They gazed until Ianto had had his fill, sending a heartfelt thank you to the TARDIS consciousness for bringing him here and then prepared himself for the journey home. He knew that while he’d been away hours, with the wonders of time travel it would barely be minutes and despite everything he’d seen, it was enough for his brain to be just a tiny bit phased!

 

Moments later they were back in the hub. Ianto stood with his back to the door and tugged the Doctor in for a hug, kissing him warmly. “Thank you...for everything...” he released him as the Timelord reached a hand to stroke his cheek softly. “Jack’s a very lucky man...”

 

“Too right I am! Now, can I have my Welshman back..?” not without a hint of jealousy, Jack’s comments bounced into their minds and they grinned at each other, Ianto turning and wrenching the door open to be enveloped in his Captain’s arms and kissed thoroughly.

 

“Put him down, Jack! He’s only been gone...” Peter checked his watch, “...six and a half minutes..!”

 

“Too long!” Jack grinned, releasing his hold a little but keeping a firm grip on his hand...

 

Donna hugged Ianto and kissed him on each cheek. “Did you have fun? It’s always fun with the Doctor...” she frowned, “...unless we’re getting shot at, or running from great big potato heads, or giant wasps, or wrestling with sentient killer plants or...what I mean is...it’s always fun travelling with the Doctor! See you again soon...” she hugged him again, whispering in his ear, “...bloody hot pictures by the way..!” laughing at the blush that rocketed across his face as she stepped back and headed into the TARDIS.

 

Jack stood to attention and saluted, his usual farewell to his Doctor...his friend... the Timelord returning the sentiment in a less than military manner. The door closed and the familiar grating sound echoed around the room as the ship vanished.

 

“Right then..!” Ianto tugged on Jack’s hand. “I need a coffee and something to eat – I’m famished – doesn’t he ever stop to eat? He led them back up to the main hub and vanished into the kitchen, reappearing with a slice of cold pizza that he tore into with gusto.

 

“Ok, what are we all doing today?” Jack scooped the tiny dragon up from the floor and rubbed his chin, chuckling as he purred throatily.

 

“Lois and I are going out to the Lampeter Estate in Splott with Andy to do some house-to-house enquiries under the guise of a new Neighbourhood Watch scheme. Lois was able to” Gwen tapped some commands into her computer, “...narrow it down a bit to the far end  – we’ve got approximately one third of the whole estate to cover. It might give us nothing...but then, that’s what we’ve got at the moment...” She pointed out the area on the map, tapping again to bring up the overlay of the reported incidents from their meeting...

 

Jack nodded. “Be careful...what about the headaches? Have we got any protection from them?”

 

Peter grimaced. “I think I’ve managed to give them a block against whatever’s causing them – but without actually knowing what’s causing them it’s all very much guess work! I’ll give them a shot to dampen their pain receptors so the neurotransmitters will be too sluggish to relay the pain messages...well, that’s the theory...” he shrugged. “We won’t know until they go in there...”

 

“Ok...but keep them monitored at all times...”

 

“Of course...I’ve also given them both an emergency top-up pen in case anything gets through and threatens their ability to act rationally...”

 

“Good...let me know what happens... Yan and I are checking out of the hotel today and going back to the flat. We’ve also got several things to sort out before we’re back here full-time tomorrow, but we’ll be contactable by mobile...” he paused, exchanging swift thoughts with Ianto, “...no, we’ll take comms with us as well – I want to know the minute you think there’s any danger...ok?” He looked searchingly at his team who nodded.

 

“Right, we’ll be off once Yan’s made you some fresh coffee and I’ve checked in with the PM...” he headed for his office, sending a quiet “...good call on the comms – think you’re right...” he smiled, “I’ll call dear old Gord and then we’ll go find that estate agent to see that bungalow...” as he dropped into his chair and hit eight on his speed dial...

 

Twenty minutes later they were heading into the city centre to get the details and keys for the empty bungalow that Lois and Ianto had seen the previous day. The meeting was short and they arranged to meet the estate agent at the property in Sully at two o’clock, giving them plenty of time to head back to the hotel to pack their bags and take everything back to the flat.

 

Slotting Ianto’s car into a space on the lower level of the car park they headed for the elevator, Jack folding his Welshman into his arms to kiss him passionately, knowing how much he enjoyed his snogs in the lift... They met no-one and were breathless by the time they reached the top floor, staggering to the open door of their suite still kissing and nipping as desire grew, falling on to the sofa completely oblivious to the presence of Lola, their chambermaid, despite them stepping around the hoover on the way in.

 

Lola grinned and shook her dreadlocks. These were her favourite clients and she’d really miss them...for now they seemed busy so she’d come back later, sneaking a quick glance as she wheeled the vacuum away and closed the door quietly behind her. Jack and Ianto kissed on, totally unaware of anything but the feel of each other’s lips and the raging fire of desire that demanded to be put out...

 

Sinking to the floor, his shaking legs completely unable to support their combined weight any longer, Jack panted and brushed a stray lock of hair from Ianto’s sweat-soaked brow, kissing him softly as he felt his body trembling in his arms. “You ok..?”

 

“Yeah...” he gazed into Jack’s eyes, drowning in the love that radiated out of the blue grey depths, “...yeah...God...yeah..!” breathless from their exertions and the unbelievable positions they’d found themselves in... He cupped his Captain’s face, capturing his lips to kiss him slowly...luxuriously, minds entwined as one...I love this man so much...before leading him to the bathroom for a final shower in their honeymoon suite...it looked like they’d have to pack after their appointment...

 

Clean, dry and rather tired from their energetic love making, they pulled up outside the bungalow just before two. The estate agent, Jacqui, shook hands and led the way up the path. The front garden was laid simply with lawn and a few flower beds and shrubs. The whole area was quiet and had a peaceful air...a haven from the craziness of aliens and all things Torchwood thought Ianto... Jack smiled and took his hand, following Jacqui into the entrance hall.

 

She led them through the different rooms, pointing out the various features...the selling points...the walls were white or cream, giving a light airy feel and the impression of vast space without being too big... The kitchen was large, modern and came with all appliances built in – a housewife’s dream enthused Jacqui, before blushing as she remembered these particular potential buyers didn’t actually fall into that bracket... They grinned at her and she shrugged ruefully, concluding rather lamely...”well...it’s a very nice kitchen.

 

She led them outside and Ianto felt Jack’s gasp as he saw the view for the first time...the sun sparkled on the Bristol Channel, the garden leading down onto the beach... He squeezed Ianto’s hand as he shared the Welshman’s thoughts...likelikelike?

 

Jack stopped on the terrace that overlooked the beach. He released Ianto’s hand and reached out towards Jacqui, touching her lightly on the arm before nodding. She smiled at him and turned to Ianto, stretching her hand out. Ianto was a little surprised, but ever the gentleman and reached out with his own, only to have her place the keys into it.

 

She inclined her head at him, “congratulations Mr Jones...I hope you’ll both be very happy here...” She walked briskly back through the garden and down the path along the side of the bungalow, smiling to herself, “...who says men aren’t romantic...” she thought, “...this sure beats a bunch of flowers...” She flipped the ‘For Sale’ sign over to read ‘Sold’ before sliding back into her car and heading back to her office to complete the formalities. If only all sales could be this easy..!

 

Ianto stood gaping at Jack, his eyes wide, mouth and brain making vain attempts to form some sort of coherent language...and failing...

 

“I bought it...this morning after I spoke to the PM, well his secretary actually as he’s off on some foreign state visit...anyway, I had some time left while you were making the coffee so...” he stopped abruptly, aware that he was rambling, feeling the tidal wave of emotions crashing through the young man he loved so very much. “I bought it for you...my wedding present...” Ianto was still making goldfish movements with his mouth, his thoughts tumbling wildly... “Yan...is it ok..?”

 

Still incapable of speech, Ianto threw himself bodily into Jack’s arms and smothered his face in kisses until Jack laughed delightedly and held him close, burying his face into the young man’s neck. He pulled back and claimed his lips, softly and tenderly, as they lost themselves in each other...

 

Breaking apart many long sweet minutes later they linked hands and wandered down to the end of the garden and sat on the bench looking out over the beach, Jack sliding his arm around Ianto’s shoulders as the Welshman leant against him, his feelings of happiness more than he’d ever known existed... They sat and watched the sea as the afternoon drew on...   

 

Chapter 28  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/17039.html