Lost inside of You Part 11/? Sequel to No place to hide

Title: Lost inside of you Part 11/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10]
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...
Masterlist 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 wise_n_witty 

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Still stuck in Florida – once I’m home I’m gonna be drowning in all the coursework I should be marking right now so posting will be a bit...um...erratic!

 

Lost inside of You Part 11/?

Jack woke early the next morning feeling refreshed from a deep and dreamless sleep. He considered getting up and checking on the Hub, but he was warm and cosy and had an armful of gorgeous Welshman snuggled into him...he lay still and listened to Ianto’s rhythmic breathing, his mind running over the events of the previous day...

He shuddered as he replayed the memory of Stephen, his mind objecting violently to the still-raw images, projecting his grief before he could check it so it burst in on Ianto’s sleeping consciousness and he awoke with a jolt. Jack’s arms tightened instinctively around him and his mind reached out to soothe him back to sleep, streaming gentle “I love you’s” until the young man’s eyelids fluttered and he drifted back to peaceful slumber, a smile curving the corners of his sensual mouth as he wriggled in even closer to his Captain’s reassuringly warm body.

Very carefully, Jack bolstered his shields and forced himself to examine the memory. It hurt, but he could process it now and he felt a rush of overwhelming love and gratitude for the man in his arms as he saw anew the tenacity with which his lover had fought for him as he’d battled the first of the many demons in Jack’s head.  

It would be tough, and there would be many challenges ahead, but for the first time since Ianto had died in his arms [he quashed that particular memory swiftly – not ready to face it, and most definitely not without Ianto and the Doctor beside him] he realised that he could, and would, be able to deal with the terrors that swirled unchecked in the abyss of his dark space.

Bolstered by this revelation he managed to finish processing the horrific images with something almost resembling acceptance, whilst acknowledging truthfully that he would never accept what he’d done, but in time he would forgive himself.

Letting out a deep breath, he retreated from that part of his mind and turned his thoughts to more pleasurable memories...his body responding instantly to the slow motion replay of their ice-cream session so it prodded Ianto in the back and his Welshman squirmed against it in his sleep, sending delightful tendrils of desire through Jack’s veins.

 He hugged the young man closer and breathed in the scent that was uniquely Ianto, pressing his lips lightly to the back of his neck, nuzzling against the soft hairs contentedly. Ianto mumbled incoherently and turned over to face him, his eyes still bleary, half closed, “What’s the time?” he repeated.

“Um, four thirty...”

“In the morning..?” Ianto’s eyebrows shot up. “Unless man-eating aliens are invading this very second, is there a good reason why you’ve woken me up so damned early?”

“Didn’t mean to wake you...” Jack kissed him lightly, apologetic.

Ianto grinned briefly, “your little re-creation of last night into my head and this...” he reached a hand down to the rock hard arousal “jabbing me in the back...”

“Oh..! ...thought it was just in my head...” His eyes lit up in realisation and he stretched out a hand, his fingers closing around his prize, as he leant closer to claim those perfect lips with his own, feeling the hot bursts of desire surging through them both.

Ianto melted into the kiss, surrendering his mind to the sensual seduction playing out in his head, their tongues dancing enticingly. Jack stroked him gently, the touch tender and loving rather than heated and wanton, matching the tone of his thoughts. This wasn’t a playful or heady need or even the pure bliss of Nirvana – this was something different again – each touch carried a gentleness and almost a reverence as if caressing something fragile and precious...

Ianto’s arms snaked round Jack’s neck as they surfaced long enough to draw breath before sinking back into kisses that floated endlessly on the breeze, kisses that told Ianto without a shadow of a doubt that at that moment he was the only thing in the universe that mattered, he was loved and cherished completely...and when Jack worshipped his body, kissing every inch of him with a tenderness that radiated through every fibre of his being, he flew with the angels...

Jack made love to him slowly, sweetly, his eyes never leaving Ianto’s, pouring every emotion into each feather-light touch of heated skin, each gentle thrust, until they climaxed together, tears streaming down both their faces and they held each other close, entwined in every possible way as their sobs subsided and their lips met, kissing softly until sleep reclaimed them as the sun rose in the early morning sky.

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At Cardiff’s Central Police Station, PC Andy wrote up his seventeenth report of the seemingly endless night-shift he was unfortunate enough to be stuck on. “Bloody paperwork,” he muttered under his breath, flicking the keyboard as he re-read what he’d typed. Another punch-up in the street, more smashed windows, bad tempered revellers with too much booze in their systems to know when they’d crossed the line...he hit the ‘save’ button and signed out of the system.

He headed to the canteen - he’d earned some ‘refs’...  He wondered, briefly, as he sipped the canteen’s poor excuse for coffee, what ‘spooky do’s’ Gwen and the rest of Torchwood were dealing with at the moment  – had to be more exciting than ruddy domestics... He shrugged and sank his teeth into his apple doughnut...

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Jack gently untangled himself from Ianto’s embrace, and slid out of bed, stretching luxuriously. He wandered across the room to gaze out of the window across the bay. It was just after 8:00am – he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so much – obviously Ianto must be wearing him out!

“Says who!” Welsh tones drawled in his head. He chuckled and turned back from the window, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching down to draw the young man into his arms. He kissed him gently, his gaze taking in the sleep-mussed hair and little-boy-lost look that Ianto always wore when he first awoke. Pulling back from those soft and sensual lips, he rubbed their noses together and grinned at him.

“You fancy a quick shower and then we take breakfast into the Hub? I promised Gwen we’d look in today and the Doctor’s not coming ‘till noon..?”

“Quick shower? You! – not gonna happen!” Ianto sent a few choice shower possibilities into Jack’s mind, including one of Jack showering alone which was dismissed with a derisive snort, while he gave the others serious consideration...

Ianto chuckled and slid out of bed himself, catching Jack’s hand and tugging him towards the bathroom... Twenty minutes of innovative bubbles later, they emerged, clean and freshly glowing and headed for the elevator, Ianto half hoping they’d bump into their ‘audience’ as he was feeling buoyant today and more than happy to show the world how he felt! As it turned out, they met no-one, but he did get a steamy snog as they descended from the top floor, pressed up against the back wall as his mouth was devoured by his Captain.

Ianto grinned happily as they strolled round the bay toward the Hub, swinging their joined hands as they walked, radiating contentment. He didn’t even protest when Jack bought half the entire stock of different pastries arguing they wouldn’t be wasted as everyone liked them way too much to be happy with just one, simply sending him an amused smile and a light shake of his head.

“We’ll take the scenic route today...” Jack tugged Ianto onto the slab, activating it from his wrist-strap, before sliding an arm round the Welshman’s waist to pull him in close as the invisible lift began descending. Ianto beamed as Myfanwy screeched a greeting as they sailed past and three sets of eyes turned upwards from the main workspace, smiles spreading across their faces as they caught sight of the bulging paper bags in Ianto’s hand.

Lois took her jacket off as they stepped down from the slab “I was just going out for coffee and breakfast...perfect timing!” She pecked Ianto fondly on the cheek as she went to her work station. Jack pouted as Ianto smirked at him “...if you’ve got it..!” he sent, “seems I have..!” He brushed suggestively against the older man as he took his coat and headed to the kitchen to get the coffee on, avoiding Jack’s outstretched hands with a chuckle.

They took their coffee and pastries into the boardroom and made themselves comfortable. Jack took a huge bite from an apple Danish and moaned appreciatively, “s’nice!” he mumbled with his mouth full. Lois and Gwen giggled at the reproving look on Ianto’s face, the Welshman breaking into a grin when he realised the reason for their hilarity.

“He’s such a pig sometimes!” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Can’t help it if I worked up an appetite this morning...” Jack sent, along with the slow motion replays, grinning widely as Ianto blushed and nibbled daintily at his own pastry whilst Jack continued to bombard his mind with lewd comments and erotic images. It took a stern glare and a vivid picture of Jack’s mug next to a pot of decaf before peace was restored in their heads...

Sitting back in his chair with his feet up on the table and nursing his coffee, Jack listened as his team ran through the updates. Weevil sightings were increasing, they’d retconned a group of Japanese tourists who’d encountered a Hoix in the bus station and there was still nothing to indicate what had come through the rift but they were still looking...Gwen concluded her report.

Lois commented on an increase in chatter on the police wavelengths “they’re saying there’s been a 40% increase in domestic violence, assault, violent robbery and general public affray over the past week – all in the Splott area and just west of it – basically the lower economic groups...they’re putting it down to the rising unemployment - three major employers just went under – and the recession...but...”

“...hmmn, your instincts tell you otherwise..?” Jack folded his hands together and steepled his index fingers, tapping them thoughtfully against his lips. “Go with your instincts...check it out...be subtle...” he nodded, satisfied for the moment, turning to Peter for the final report.

“Not much from me – still working on the new weevil spray formula, slow progress, but coming on, those centipede things seem to be sentient, but other than discovering they have a fondness for Edam cheese [don’t ask!] I’m not getting very far, so also ongoing...” he grimaced, aware of a lack of progress. Jack nodded again, accepting the gesture for what it was.

He swung his feet off the table and reached for a chocolat-au-pain, bringing it up towards his mouth...

“Where are you sneaking off to?” he sent to Ianto who was halfway out of the door.

“Coffee pot – refills...and chocolate – preferably dark!” adding an image of Myfawny.

Jack smiled, recalling the capture of their pet dinosaur and the way they’d ended up rolling around on the floor of that filthy old warehouse. “I already thought you were absolutely gorgeous back then...”

Ianto’s mind shot him back to that first encounter with Jack’s 51^st century pheromones and the shared thrill of planning the capture...and then the surprising bolt of sexual energy as he’d caught the Captain in his arms, the shared delighted laughter after their frantic rolling out of the way of the unconscious creature, then...Jack’s eyes widened at the revelation...

Ianto felt his blush as he replayed the feelings of raw, primal desire he’d felt gazing down into Jack’s eyes, the instant arousal in his groin and the fierce battle he’d had not to crush his lips against that inviting mouth and shove his tongue down his throat...he really wanted to, he was going to...”I should go” he heard himself saying as his mind shrieked at him, want, need, hot, throbbing, don’t walk away.. Jack’s comment about his suit had him choking back a sob, sexual frustration raging through his body – his perfectly straight body...

Back home he’d wanked off hard and fast in the shower, surprising himself with the ferocity of his climax, the image of Jack’s eyes boring into his making him groan as he imagined it was Jack’s hands on him, Jack’s mouth pressed against his, Jack filling him...his body shuddered violently from his second release in ten minutes and he slid down the wall to slump on the floor of the shower cubicle, his legs too weak to support his weight. He stayed in the shower until the water ran cold and he was shivering...confusion, attraction, lust and repulsion – wildly conflicting emotions battering his head.

He’d tumbled into bed, a picture of Lisa clutched in his hand, a picture of Jack imprinted indelibly on his mind...and so the game had begun...

Jack’s mouth opened and closed without a sound coming out, his mind buzzing with the rawness of the sensations from Ianto’s memories. He moved towards him and reached out a hand, before realising he still had a pastry in it, gazing at it in surprise and tossing it back towards the table, not bothering to see if it made it or not. He grabbed Ianto to him and tugged the surprised Welshman to the floor, rolling them over until they had re-created that moment. Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes and tilted his chin up slightly, just as he’d done before only this time there was no laughing, no unconscious pteranodon crashed on the floor beside them...

Ianto’s memories replayed on fast forward in both their minds until they reached that moment...Ianto crushed his lips to Jack’s, biting his bottom lip as he demanded entry to his mouth and thrust his tongue possessively inside where it marked its territory fiercely. His arms moved to encircle his Captain, one tangled in his hair, the other in the small of his back, pressing his body down, grinding his hips against the man below him...raw want coursing through him and echoing in his lover’s body.

A low moan escaped Jack’s mouth as he thrust back at this wildly passionate Ianto, one hand on his hip, pressing his body closer, the other possessively cradling his face and neck as their kiss became more heated and they writhed on the floor.

Gwen, Lois and Peter had all leapt to their feet at the initial action and now stood open-mouthed at the sight before them, not sure if they should be watching at all...they were quite used to the pair kissing, snogging even and they’d caught them naked on more than one occasion, but this was way steamier than anything any of them had witnessed before...only it was kinda hard to tear their eyes away...

Panting hard the two men broke apart for air...and remembered where they were..! Ianto rolled off Jack and stood up, offering his hand to pull his lover up from the floor. They glanced at each other, silent messages exchanged and...”ok, coffee refill...” Ianto made a hasty exit without looking at his colleagues, brushing his clothes down as he went.

Jack looked at the table, discerned his discarded pastry had indeed made the trip safely and reclaimed it, taking a large bite before looking round at the others, who still stood with their mouths open.

“Bit of role play therapy...” he said, swallowing his mouthful. “Homework, if you like...from the Doctor...seize the moment and all that...” He took another bite and chewed contentedly, before sitting back in his chair.

The others gazed at him, then at each other and then at Ianto who reappeared with the coffee pot, cream and sugar on a tray. He’d straightened his clothing but his face was still flushed, his lips swollen and his hair was dishevelled - he looked wildly happy thought Gwen and she grinned at him, “well that was bloody hot!” she said fanning herself and they all burst out laughing, another memory for the Torchwood book of ‘firsts’!

They spent another hour at the Hub, Jack reluctantly signing off a few reports and trawling through some other highly tedious tasks he hated and had not yet managed to offload onto Ianto [mark that as work-in-progress!]. Ianto cleaned the kitchen, fussed and fed dark chocolate to Myfanwy, checked on all the other inmates and made some more coffee for the team for the rest of the day, finally ending up in Jack’s office where he was tugged onto his lap to be thoroughly and enjoyably kissed for distracting the older man from his work.

Leaving two bags of uneaten pastries, a full coffee pot and a selection of takeaway menus in the kitchen for the team, they said their goodbyes and left through the tourist office, strolling around the bay back to the hotel, enjoying the warm sunshine on their backs.

It was 11:30 when they arrived back at St David’s and they stopped off in the ‘Lite Bite’ bar to order a selection of sandwiches and fruit to be sent up to their suite, assuming the Doctor would not have had lunch. Jack had managed four different varieties of Danish and was easily dragged out of the bar and into the elevator where he folded his lover into his arms and peppered his face and neck with loving kisses, smiling at the little shivers of delight that ran through him.

The Doctor and room service arrived together. Ianto was sorting out the coffee machine while Jack was sprawled out on the sofa flicking through the channels on the TV, muttering about the rubbish that was supposed to pass for entertainment...

He leapt up and hugged the Doctor, then twirled him round for good measure, finally planting a chaste kiss on his lips...grinning at the Timelord as he rolled his eyes.

“Someone’s in a good mood today,” he said, chuckling. “Good night again I take it...?”

“Oh yea..!” they sighed in unison, swapping best bits in their heads.

Ianto handed out UNIT mugs and took the Doctor’s coat, hanging it up neatly before picking up his own coffee and joining Jack on the sofa. Two pairs of eyes fixed themselves on the Doctor, waiting for instruction. He grinned at them. “If you’re not in a hurry for lunch, I thought I’d keep my promise to show you some of Gallifrey first, then I’ve got some more suggestions for your mind training..?”

 Two heads nodded in agreement, they linked hands and followed the Doctor into his mind space, the now familiar awe-inspiring sense of all there was and all there ever could be welcoming them to the expanse of dark velvet sky that sparkled with bright clusters of unknown star systems and far-spun galaxies.

“If you looked from space you’d see an orange-yellow planet ...it was called the ‘Shining World of the Seven Systems’ and it was beautiful...”

Chapter 12: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/5233.html