Lost inside of you Part 28b

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Title: Lost inside of you Part 28b/?
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 unexpected family things and random bunny distractions, but it is extra long to make up for the delay! Too long - in 2 parts!

 

Chapter 28b

They kept up a conversation all the way to the estate agents, Ianto reminded of the last time they’d done this and the interesting time he’d had in the greengrocer’s – a very stern, “...don’t even think leaving Jack under no illusions that now would not be an appropriate time to repeat that experience..!    

In a matter of minutes, Ianto had signed the contracts and received two further sets of keys and a bulky file of relevant paperwork. The charming bungalow with its glorious garden going right down onto the beach...was now his...” It’s done, cariad...we have a new home...” he sent loving caresses to Jack’s mind, the older man responding with a series of wanton images as he considered the best way to christen each room! The conversation continued in this vein all the way back to the hub and Ianto’s breath was a series of tiny gasps by the time he stood on the invisible lift waiting for Jack to activate it...

“Yan...”

“Yes, Jack...”

“You hard..?”

“Jack!” shivers shooting down his spine as his Captain breathed hot breath on the sensitive skin behind his ear and pressed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck... “...yes, Jack...”

“...so am I...I’m waiting down here for you...you need to be ready for me...” Jack growled in the young man’s head as he grazed his teeth at that spot on Ianto’s neck, where neck met shoulder, drawing an audible moan of pleasure from the Welshman’s gently parted lips...

“You need to strip for me...I’m watching you on the CCTV...I want you...” Jack purred into head.

Ianto felt the desire ripple through him as he placed the file by his feet and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, sliding the tiny plastic discs through the buttonholes deliberately as he felt the stone slab shift beneath him...

“Good, keep going...” Jack’s voice filling his head was laden with want and he felt the ghost of his hands on his hips, the heat building in his groin...

Ianto slid the jacket off his shoulders, folding it neatly and placing it on top of the file, followed by the waistcoat. His hands moved to his throat where he loosened his tie, tugging the strip of red silk from his collar and dropping it over the side so it fluttered down into the hub... He smirked as Jack’s breath hitched and he moaned softly in their shared mind space... Ianto’s fingers moved to his shirt buttons, moving sensually from button to button, slowly exposing his chest with its covering of soft downy hair....

In his head he could hear Jack panting, “...you coming out here Jack..? I’m halfway now...you can watch for real...” Jack’s answering growl sent wild spikes of desire raging through them both and he undid the final buttons swiftly, tugging the shirt tails out from his trousers so it hung free. Jack was now waiting at the bottom of the lift, his chest and feet bare, trousers undone with his braces dangling down by his side...

Their eyes met and they drowned in the intensity of raw emotion as Ianto got closer... He removed his coffee bean cufflinks and tucked them safely in his pocket, toed off his shoes and socks before moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, finally undoing the button and sliding his zip down as the slab reached the ground and he was dragged off the lift into his Captain’s arms to be kissed hard and passionately... They pressed their bodies together, grinding their hips as feral want raged through them and they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths as hands raked through hair and over heated skin, leaving trails of red scratchmarks.. .

“Now...need you now...” Jack pulled his Welshman over to the sofa and they fell back onto it, pushing trousers and underwear down to pool around their ankles before kicking out of them, as they thrust against each other. It was fast, wild and passionate and left them panting in a tangle of sweaty limbs...

They slumped back on the sofa as they regained control of their pounding heats and trembling bodies. Jack cupped Ianto’s face and captured his lips tenderly, relishing the feel of the sensual mouth under his. Ianto’s hands moved to stroke softly through his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the sheer bliss of the moment. When the chill began to press against their skin they cuddled in together and dragged the old blanket from the back of the sofa around them, content and comfortable...as they drifted into peaceful slumber...

Ianto woke first, his feet were outside of the blanket and frozen. He glanced down at Jack’s head nestled into the crook of his shoulder and smiled gently. Jack didn’t need to sleep like most people, but when he did sleep, often after some wild loving, he looked so peaceful and carefree – the pressure of centuries of responsibility temporarily lifted – a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth...that mouth that Ianto loved to kiss and be kissed by...

“Help yourself...” sleepy murmurs curved the corners up a little more as the Welshman took advantage of the offer and pressed their lips together gently, minds caressing each other as they entwined their fingers, stroking softly...no need for words...simply emotion...

Breaking apart long sweet minutes later, they headed for the shower and washed each other tenderly, sharing light loving kisses which continued as they dried and dressed. By now it was just after eight. Ianto went to the kitchen to fix them some soup and toast which they ate with enjoyment before Jack returned to his interrupted paperwork and Ianto fed the residents, sitting on the floor to roll grapes along the floor for His Nids, chuckling as the tiny dragon chased and pounced on them before nibbling on them in a most endearing way.

Rising from the floor and brushing himself down, Ianto made some fresh coffee and took it into the office where he filed away Jack’s completed reports. By eleven thirty, despite the coffee, Ianto was yawning. Sending his Welshman down to bed, Jack locked up and slid down the ladder to find the young man already fast asleep. He grinned and shed his clothes quickly, sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around his partner’s warm body. He smiled softly as Ianto shifted closer, murmuring “Jack” in his sleep. He pressed a light kiss to his hair and closed his eyes...

The rift alarm woke them in the early hours of the morning, not that Jack had actually been asleep, more in a relaxed state somewhere between being conscious and not! He swung out of bed and reached for his trousers and t-shirt, tugging them on and clambering up the ladder before Ianto had even tumbled out of the bunk. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the Welshman dressed himself carefully and climbed up to join his Captain at Lois’ workstation...

“Lifeform readings - office block downtown...” in response to Ianto’s unasked question. “I can go by myself...”

Ianto reached out and grabbed hold of Jack’s braces, using them to tug the older man in close, brushing their lips together lightly, before handing over the shirt that he’d picked up on his way up the ladder. Jack grinned and pulled the blue cotton on, buttoning it swiftly before shrugging into his braces. He turned round to find Ianto holding his coat out, smoothing it over his shoulders as always, the movements familiar and intimate. Checking their guns automatically as they headed for the SUV, they climbed in and Jack fired the engine. The streets were empty and it was not long before they were pulling up outside a very familiar looking office block...

Ianto’s mind flew back to the last time they’d been here... Captain John Hart, remind me again why I hate the bastard... had supposedly lost several bomb canisters and Torchwood were looking for them before they exploded and caused untold damage across the city. Jack and Ianto had come to this office block to investigate...

 

 Relations were strained between the two, Jack having just returned from his time with the Doctor... Ianto had found himself with nothing to say when he and Jack were paired up to search the office block for John’s canisters... Jack was trying to be light hearted...trying to lift the oppressive atmosphere but he was having none of it and maybe he was being a little too morose but it was all in the name of self preservation...how many times could one person’s heart be smashed into pieces and put back together again..? He couldn’t take the chance again...no, really...you can’t, he’ll destroy you again...

 

“...how are you, Ianto..?” Jack had taken him by surprise.

 

”...all the better for having you back, sir...” he’d blurted out, quashing the thousand and one other things he wanted to say for fear of sounding like a petulant teenage girl, I’m broken Jack...seeing you, having you so close... I want to rip my clothes off and make love to you...I need you...I want to punch you...hurt you for leaving me...you just left me...you destroyed me...kissed me and built me up only to smash me into a million pieces...hold me Jack...fuck, I don’t know what I want...fuck...

 

Jack had continued to astound him...”...can we,drop the ‘sir’...I was thinking, while I was away, that maybe...when this is all over...”

 

Ianto’s eyebrows arched. Jack was floundering...awkward...uncertain... This was most definitely not the Captain Jack Harkness of old... He quite liked this new insecure aspect...

 

“...dinner...movie..?”

 

“Are you asking me out on a date?” incredulous, needing clarification and possibly a tiny bit of ‘don’t make this too easy’ for him...

 

“...interested?” Jack sounded...hopeful? Jack... Ianto’s resolve had wavered briefly...ok, admit it – his willpower had crumbled on contact and he’d mumbled about office fetishes, buying himself time to get his thoughts in order...a question suddenly occurring to him...

 

“...why...why are we helping him?” why don’t we just shoot the bastard and be done with it?

 

“He’s a reminder of my past and I want him gone...” This was more the old Jack...in control, assertive... “...by the way...is that a yes?” Jack was tentative again, unsure...

 

“Yes...” so much for not going there again...Ianto sighed, replaying the conversation in his head and deciding that he could no more resist Jack Harkness than he could stop the sun rising...both were forces of nature that should be wondered at, appreciated for their beauty and most importantly, enjoyed at every opportunity...besides, Jack had never taken him on a date before...this was new...he’d dared to hope just a little...

 

Of course, Captain Hart wasn’t going to even give them this snippet of time together... With Jack searching the roof, Ianto had been going through the drawers, bins, plant pots...systematically, efficiently...when the elevator doors had pinged open...

 

Cautiously, with gun levelled ahead of him, Ianto had gone to investigate, only to have John Hart press a gun...one of the team’s guns no less...whose gun, what had he done with its owner..? before relieving Ianto of his own and waving the young man into the elevator. Ianto had obeyed, furious with himself for being caught... When he’d resisted, demanded to know what Hart was doing...why he was doing it, the Time Agent had stroked Ianto’s face with his gun, the action laden with both sexual curiosity and obvious menace, finally pressing the muzzle to the centre of the young man’s forehead, telling him in no uncertain terms that he’d kill him if he returned... Livid, Ianto had no choice but to leave...Jack...have to warn Jack...

 

Jack’s phone had just rung until the answer-phone kicked in. No point in leaving a message – it was too late for that Jack... Throwing himself into the SUV Ianto had headed off to find what John had done to the others...

 

Jack had reached for Ianto’s hand when Hart had appeared in the memory, sensing the barely contained fury against the wayward Time Agent... He’d shared Ianto’s fear and anger when the Welshman had been assaulted with the gun, bringing their joined hands up to his lips to kiss them lightly before stroking his thumb reassuringly over the young man’s fingers...

 

“You know the rest...” Hart had been ruthless...he’d kissed Gwen with paralysing lip gloss, gun-whipped Tosh and shot Owen...

 

“I’m so sorry, Yan, you should’ve told me what he’d done to you...I would’ve dealt with him...” Jack whispered, squeezing their hands briefly...

 

“Would you...really..? How was I to know? You’d been gone for months, then you come back without a word of explanation...real explanation and we’re supposed to just carry on where we left off... Back then, I had no idea what to think...I did what I felt was best at the time...”

 

Ianto felt Jack’s shame and sorrow and reached out to reassure him...this was all water under the bridge...ancient history...”no malice here...”

 

Jack’s relief swamped his head, light kisses peppering his face and neck. Ianto grinned briefly, “...what happened to you..? I know he killed you...but what did he do..?”

 

Jack grimaced, “...rear of the year..!” John Hart couldn’t help but note that his ex-partner still looked amazing...he still wanted him, both in his bed and in his life to share adventures like they used to... seeing him so domestic...so tamed with eye-candy for a bed fellow made him wildly jealous...he wanted to hurt them...make them all pay...

 

Jack swung round, the canister in his hand. He baited the Time Agent, looking for the real reason he’d come here... what do you want John...I don’t trust you... Hart had implored him, in his own brusque way, to return to travelling with him, furious when Jack had turned him down, not even a brief moment of contemplation – a straight and emphatic NO! I’ve got Ianto...I came back for him...if he’ll have me... That had earned him a severe punishment, especially when he’d thrown the capsule over his shoulder. Hart had shoved Jack off the roof to fall fifteen floors to the ground, landing over a bench seat, his back broken...dead...

 

Hart had taken Jack’s wrist strap and continued with his plans...

 

Ianto reached across to pull his Captain into his arms and kiss him tenderly...if I ever see John Hart again I’ll... he didn’t have the words to express just what he’d like to do to the ex-Time Agent... however as it was unlikely they’d ever run across him again...but if we ever do... Ianto growled menacingly, leaving the threat hanging...

 

They sat a moment or two longer, arms wrapped around each other, filing the memories away, another layer of understanding between them... Jack kissed the tip of Ianto’s nose and released him, climbing out of the car and heading towards the building. Ianto followed, hoping this visit would be less traumatic than the last...

 

They made their way up to the fifth floor, Ianto checking the hand-held scanner, nodding confirmation... ”two separate signals...moving about randomly...” They drew their guns and approached the double doors, hearing sounds of movement and crashing furniture from within. Jack motioned for Ianto to cover him as he pushed a door open and went in... They made their way cautiously along one side of the huge open-plan room. There were obvious signs of disturbance – plant pots were smashed on the floor, bins overturned and chairs on their side...

 

Sounds of movement drew their attention to a large screen diagonally opposite their current position, they began moving towards it in the well-practiced leap-frog pattern, another plant pot hit the floor followed by scuffling and high pitched giggling... “...what the... “  They reached the screen and moved round it, guns aimed forwards, immediately lowering them once they’d seen the identity of the intruders...

 

“What are you doing in here?” Jack demanded, the two Graske stopping their game with the waste paper bin

 

“Graske adventure day out...”

 

Ianto raised his eyebrows as he holstered his gun, “...you can’t play in here, this is a place of work, not an adventure playground...” he shook his head ruefully, remembering Jack’s suggestions their previous visit...you’re still not photocopying your butt! he sent as sternly as he could manage, although his lips twitched amusedly... The Graske pouted and shook their court-jester heads, “Graske stay...play...”

 

Jack pulled out his weevil spray. “Either you leave or I’ll put you to sleep and you’ll wake up in a cell with a weevil...”

 

The Graske looked furious, and made a run for it, dodging round the desks, turning yet more chairs and bins over in their wake. Ianto muttered a stream of expressive Welsh and stuck his hand in his coat pocket, pulling out his own can of spray. A game of tag ensued and the office rapidly resembled a bomb site, files, paper, plant pots all littering the floor as the mischievous creatures managed to evade them for a good fifteen minutes. They finally cornered them near what appeared to be a broom cupboard... The Graske exchanged looks and vanished with a crack and a brief flash of light...transmat beam...

 

Ianto swore a bit more and wiped his hand over his forehead. It was three o’clock in the morning, he was hot and out of breath and he’d been playing chase with a pair of alien pixies... he checked the scanner – no sign of them, they really had gone. He planted his hands on his hips and looked round at the mess. “We’re going to be here ‘till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear this lot up...” he grumbled, a sudden yawn taking him by surprise.

 

“Jack..?” as he suddenly realised Jack was nowhere to be seen, “...you ok, cariad?” he sent anxiously

 

“Yeah...” Jack appeared from a doorway at the end of the room. He had a couple of cans in his hand and a huge grin on his face. “We’re not going to clear up, we’re going to add the finishing touches to the mindless vandalism plaguing our modern society..!” He handed a can to Ianto who read “Silly String” with a puzzled look on his face.

 

Jack laughed and shook his can, spraying it up into the air in a wide arc, the Welshman suddenly catching on. He shook his own can and walked up and down the rows of desks, spraying the string over filing trays and desks.

 

Five minutes later, both cans empty, the whole office looked like it’d staged a wild party. Jack draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder, “ok, let’s go...you can sort the CCTV when we get back, if they’ve even got it switched on this time! They headed out to the elevators and pressed the button. The first one to arrive was the same one that Ianto had been threatened in...he hung back, reluctant to admit that he didn’t want to go in this particular lift.

 

Guessing the reason correctly, Jack met him at the door and wrapped him into a hug, crushing their lips together, the Welshman’s startled gasp lost as Jack devoured his mouth, his tongue pressing for entry, before sweeping possessively around the moist interior. Ianto sighed happily and melted into the embrace, not noticing he’d been steered into the elevator and was now pressed up against the far wall. He arched his body against Jack’s as the older man slid a hand down to brush the hot swelling in Ianto’s trousers, a loud moan escaping his lips as they broke briefly for air...

 

Thrusting his hips against Jack’s Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion. Jack’s hands moved to undo the young man’s belt and button, sliding the zip of his trousers down before shoving trousers and boxers down to his knees. Pulling away from those soft and responsive lips, now pink and swollen from his kisses, Jack trailed his way down Ianto’s neck, across his throat, moving lower to tease his nipples...

 

Ianto’s eyes were closed, his head thrust back against the wall, his lips parted as he let out soft pants that rapidly became loud moans as he was engulfed in the warmth of Jack’s mouth, sending wild rambling thoughts to his Captain’s head as waves of pleasure washed over him... Jack grinned as he felt the young man’s climax approaching, sliding a finger round to brush the entrance to his body, teasing it lightly...he sucked harder, humming as Ianto exploded with a hoarse cry JackJackJack, delicious shudders rippling through his body which were echoed in Jack’s own.

 

Releasing him, he slid back up Ianto’s body and reclaimed his soft mouth, the young man tasting himself on Jack’s tongue as the two danced pleasurably. They pulled apart to replenish their oxygen supply, Jack taking a moment to tug Ianto’s trousers back up and refasten them, pressing the button for the ground floor, before capturing those wonderfully sensual lips once more.

 

The elevator doors pinged open as they reached their destination. Ianto’s only response was to tighten his hold and kiss harder, Jack wasn’t complaining - Ianto was one hell of a good kisser, as he lost himself in the glorious sensations of knee-melting kisses... Some considerable time later, they staggered out to the SUV and Jack drove them back to the hub with reckless disregard for the speed limits... Without the need for words, they entwined hands and headed straight for the bunker where they removed each other’s clothes swiftly and efficiently before sliding under the covers to continue their endless kisses until sleep claimed them...    

Chapter 29: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19091.html