Jul. 31st, 2011

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Title: Twos and Blues: 3/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 3400

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Now lj is back I will reply to all your lovely comments this weekend...

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

A/N 2 This is [hopefully] going to bring my LJ up to date. From here on updates will be posted to LJ and DW. chap 4 should be up later today. Chapters will be linked. Prologue here http://zazajb.livejournal.com/42896.html

 

Twos and Blues 3/?

Chapter 3

John Hart handed the file to his Watch Manager to get the Breathing Apparatus checks signed off. Owen took the file and scanned the figures. “John?”

“Hmnn?”

“This one’s a bit low...did you double check it? John?” Owen glanced out of the window to see what had grabbed John’s attention. Jack was stood behind a strange car, obviously waiting for the occupant to disembark. As they watched, the door opened and a young man climbed out.

“Who’s the eye candy?” John peered closer, taking in the stranger’s appearance – a three piece suit was not a common mode of attire at the station.

Owen shrugged “possible new probie...the Captain said he might drop in tonight...

“Oh, he’s pretty..!” there was no mistaking the leer in that tone.

“Give the kid a chance to meet everyone and settle in before you eat him alive!” Owen chuckled, John’s predatory nature was well known! “Although, you might want to steer clear altogether...looks like the Captain’s beat you to it!” noting his friend’s happy smile as the young, and undeniably handsome, young man approached their leader, his hand outstretched...

“Bugger!” John leant forward and watched the two shake hands, “hmm, possible...we’ll see...”

Owen gave him a good natured shove, “Right, now you’ve finished drooling over the new boy, can we get back to this?” He tapped the file and they resumed their discussion of the  levels...

Outside, Ianto approached Jack, his knees weak but functioning, his butterflies in mid-display but unable to hide his delight at seeing the dashing Captain in his uniform again. They both gasped at the electric tingle as they shook hands, Jack clasping his other hand over their joined ones to tug him in a little closer.

 “I’m so glad you came..!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, knowing the comment would draw a blush to the Welshman’s pale cheeks. “...and I love the suit, by the way...is there nothing you don’t look drop dead gorgeous in?”

Ianto’s blush intensified as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. There was no doubting the sincerity in those blue grey pools and he suddenly wished they weren’t in such a public place...

I’m glad I came too...” it came out as a hushed whisper, sending shivers of desire down the Captain’s spine and he held on a bit tighter to the other man’s hand.

“You ready to meet the troops? The only one who’s missing tonight is Gareth, he’s on annual leave...”

“Yep, oh, I’ve got a little something for you, hang on, I’ll just get it out of the car...”

Jack released his hand reluctantly but was treated to the wonderful view of the Welshman removing his jacket and then bending over to retrieve whatever it was from the front passenger seat. The fabric of his trousers stretched over the curve of his gorgeous backside and sent yet more fingers of flame charging to the front of his trousers and he had take a deep breath to maintain control. Any more of that and he’d have to go and deal with it in the shower room!

Ianto grinned as he turned around, several familiar paper bags and a squat stainless steel flask in his hands. He nudged the car door shut with his hip, the movement sending Jack’s entire blood supply rushing southwards... “This is for you...”

Taking the flask, their fingers brushed yet again and Jack resolved to visit the shower room at the earliest opportunity! “Coffee?”

“Yep, the hazelnut blend you like...”

“thanks...I’ll enjoy this...and Welsh cakes for the rest of them – you’re spoiling us!” Chuckling, Jack led the way into the station and their first port of call, the Watch Room.

“This is the Watch Room and probably the most important place after the appliances themselves. This is where the turnout instructions are printed out – note the antique dot pin matrix printer! The computer has replaced most paper records but we still like to keep a manual log of every shout even though it’s no longer a requirement...” he paused and glanced up to see Ianto drinking in every word.

“This room also houses the log books, manuals and other statutory requirements, station notices and training records...” Ianto nodded, gazing around with interest. “That’s the main bits in here, now for some introductions! This is Doctor Owen Harper, a snarkier, more sarcastic and grumpy pain-in-the-arse you’ll never meet, but he’s my second in command – official title ‘Watch Manager’ - and a good friend... Owen, this is Ianto Jones...”

“Great character reference there...thanks Jack!”

“Welcome...and it’s Captain ‘till 21:00 – note the stripes”

“Yeah, yeah..! Nice to meet you Ianto...” as he shook the Welshman’s hand, the grin suggesting that he wasn’t unhappy with Jack’s introduction!

The second man stood up from his chair in front of the computer and thrust out his hand “John Hart...” As they shook hands Ianto wasn’t sure what to make of this man – his grip was too tight and he held on just that little bit too long...an attempt at intimidation he wondered, noting that Hart’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Captain...some kind of history there?

He had no time to ponder that one as Jack propelled him into the appliance bay. This is our first away, one five Papa one Romeo, one five being our station number, papa being pump, one, the first away, romeo indicating it carries all the rescue equipment. Total crew capacity is six, although we can go with a minimum of four...and these two lovely ladies are Toshiko Sato, one of my Crew Managers – she’s a computer genius and is constantly on at me about my paperwork!”

The pretty Japanese woman smiled, blushing gently. “It’s Tosh, please...and welcome...I hope you decide to join us, Ianto...”

Ianto smiled back, “thank you, Tosh...the Captain’s doing a good job of persuading me so...” he turned to the second woman who gave him a wide gap-toothed grin...

“...and this is Gwen Cooper, Gwen’s the probie here at the moment, she’s been with us nine months...”

Ianto nodded, the intense look she gave Jack not lost on him. He quelled the sudden rush of...of...jealousy? Almost as if he knew what Ianto was thinking, Jack squeezed his arm briefly, “Okay so far?”

“Yep...nice to meet you, Tosh...Gwen...” Jack steered him towards the next group who were swarming over a different appliance.

“How come he gets to call him Captain already?” Gwen hissed as the two men moved away. “It was months before he invited me...”  

Tosh shrugged, “no idea...” her eyes noting the expression on the Captain’s face and the closeness as he pressed a hand in the small of the Welshman’s back. Time would tell...

The three men stopped work and stood up respectfully as they approached. “This is Rhys Williams, he’s one of my more experienced firefighters now...what is it, eight...nine years now?”

“Just under ten...and I still haven’t got him to a rugby match yet!” Rhys grinned, an open friendly grin that warmed Ianto to him instantly.

“I love rugby!” he said enthusiastically, as they shook hands.

“Then you’re definitely in!” Rhys laughed.

“Thank you, Rhys-the-rant!” Jack chuckled. “You wanna hear him when the Six Nations is on...or any form of England/Wales encounter – boy does he go on..!”

“Haha!”

Jack grinned good naturedly and introduced the other two, Harris and Andy...or should I say Pup and Spook!” They grinned as Jack explained the nicknames, “I had a little black spaniel called Harris when I was growing up...I adored that dog and he was the cutest pup you ever saw...and no, that doesn’t mean I think you’re cute – more likely it’s those dark eyes, floppy ears and wet nose that reminds me of him!”

Harris threw his head back and laughed, his teeth startlingly white against the deep brown of his skin. “Woof woof!”

Shaking his head, Jack leant against Ianto briefly, relishing the warmth of his body as he continued, “Andy thinks the station is haunted and won’t be left here on his own! Oh, and don’t get him started on the subject of aliens..!” The three resumed their work as Jack continued,

“Now this appliance is one five Papa nine. It’s a Denis Rapier Unimog –that means it’s an off-road, 4-wheel drive, all terrain vehicle and that monitor on the top can be remote controlled, it can also convert its water into foam...one day I’ll tell you about the first drill we had with the foam..let’s just say it didn’t go to plan!”

They moved out through the huge open back doors to another purpose built brick building. These two reprobates’ are Nick – he’s been in three years like Andy, and Pete, who’s done twelve years and is my other Crew Manager as well as Gwen’s Auntie

Auntie?

“All new firefighters are assigned a Crew Manager to look after them – help them through their initial weeks, their assessments and training and so on...any worries or problems, you tell your Auntie...I’ll ask Tosh to be yours when you join...”

“When? Not if?”

“No, definitely when!”

“Okay then...when!”      

“Good, glad that’s settled! Pete’s also our carnival co-ordinator – each year we have a float in the carnival and this is the guy who’ll harass you to death until you agree to be part of it! Joking aside, it’s something we always do because it’s a community thing and that’s very important to be involved in – we all live and work here so it’s one of the things that makes us a closer team than the whole-timers...but I never said that, okay!

Nodding at Nick and Pete, Jack led them back to the entrance. “That’s everyone except Gareth, as I said he’s on holiday so you’ll meet him next time. Area-wise, we cover about five square miles, including Penarth – obviously – Dinas Powys and Sully. We’ve got Llandough Hospital, several light industrial estates, the Marina and some petro-chemical sites on our patch, as well as farmers and rural areas, so it’s a bit of everything and about forty two thousand people! Obviously, you’ll learn more as we go along...”

He stepped back in through the main door and stopped in front of a strange wooden board. “This contraption is very old and still better than any new-fangled stuff on other stations. We have three watches, red, blue and green, each firefighter is assigned to a watch, each watch has a Crew Manager, then there’s Owen and myself... When the bells go and everyone comes in, they flick their name on the board and it releases a little wooden ball with a number on it in the colour of their watch...see..?”

He lifted a wooden flap to show all the numbered balls lined up ready. “That way we know precisely who’s on the appliance, Officer-in-charge and so on...it’s old fashioned, but it’s so simple and it works!”

“What happens if not everyone from each watch is available? “

“It doesn’t matter who gets on from whichever watch, as long as the pump gets out as quickly as possible, which is why you have to be able to get to the station in four minutes – being on Windsor Road you’re only going to take a couple of minutes...traffic permitting of course. If I’m at work, the Station Approach Industrial estate is about three minutes and from home is about the same... Drill nights are the only times we stick to individual watches and assigned crewing...” he grinned and nudged the Welshman with his shoulder, “Now you know what they mean when they talk about ‘dropping their balls’!”

They laughed as they moved into the kit bay. “This is obviously where your kit lives, everyone has their own peg, a locker and boot shelf. Your second kit lives in the drying room... The electronic board shows who’s booked on and when a shout comes in, it’ll display the details of the shout and the appliance required... I’ll go over booking on and off and how to do it once we’ve got you set up on the system...now all you have to do is say yes...”

Ianto grinned, “yes!

“So, drill next week and we’ll do all the formal paperwork, in the meantime, I’ll get you set up on the system – it means you’ll have to tell me all about yourself...in detail!” Jack steered Ianto back outside towards his car, the warmth of his hand on the young man’s back radiating through the silk back of his waistcoat and he was left feeling bereft when it was withdrawn.

They stood facing each other, silence falling as each realised the meeting was ending and neither wanted it to. Jack held out his hand, “Glad you came...and thanks again for the coffee – I’ll enjoy that once I’m home from this place...”

The now familiar tingle shot through them as Ianto shook his hand and it was with reluctance that they let go, the Welshman climbing into his car and reversing out. Jack watched him drive away before heading back into the station to oversee the rest of the drill session. He fielded a few questions about their potential new recruit, confirming that the young man was interested in joining them and would be coming back the following week.

After dismissing his crews at 21:00 he got stuck into his paperwork as the others gradually left, Owen and Tosh bidding him goodnight as they headed home together just after ten o’clock, left him alone. Remembering his coffee, he reached for the squat flask and poured, the aroma filling his senses and bringing a memory of another scent, one mingled with ginger and lime attached to the image of crystal blue eyes, a cute button nose and soft kissable lips... Paperwork first he told himself sternly as he sipped his coffee...

Sighing wearily, he slid the final report into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the internal mail tray ready for collection in the morning. He yawned and glanced at his watch, surprised to see it showing almost half eleven. No wonder he was tired, even with two cups of that awesome coffee.

He squirmed on the chair as he remembered the events of earlier that day...if that shout hadn’t come in..? Who knows what might have happened... It was no surprise then, that he found himself driving past...stopping outside Ianto’s shop to gaze up at his flat above. The curtains were drawn but there was a definite bright glow from within; Ianto was still up... He grabbed his phone...

Ianto was stretched out on the sofa, flicking idly through the channels, barely registering the offering from each one before moving on to the next. He had no interest in watching anything but was far too wired to sleep. The day’s events replayed over and over in his head...it had been an interesting day; rescuing a sparrow, creating a batch of perfect Welsh cakes, joining the retained fire service...oh and discovering he was gay...

He frowned, not gay, he amended, it wasn’t men, it was one man...Jack...just him...only him...and now he was so totally out of his depth... He gazed longingly at Jack’s coat, maybe he should go to bed and try to get some sleep – he could always take the coat with him like the night before... He jumped as his phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out quickly – no-one ever sent him texts this late so it had to be bad news...

Are you still up Yanno? J

Relief and warmth flooded his body. He tapped a swift reply Yep J I

I’ve got your flask to return...the coffee was awesome! J

A huge grin lit up the Welshman’s face as he replied Glad you enjoyed! Return anytime or take a refill... I

Anytime? Open the door then! J

He sat up and stared at his phone. He was dreaming – of course this was a dream...Jack was coming for coffee at...he squinted at the time on the tiny screen...five to midnight... Okay, if it was a dream then it wouldn’t matter if he let him in... Door entry code for flat 001908 come on up! I He blinked at the sounds of movement downstairs and leapt to his feet, his eyes fixed on the door, heart pounding wildly as the footsteps came closer...

Jack gripped the flask tighter as he pushed the door open and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he took in the sight of the young man who’d captivated him from the moment they’d met. Ianto still had his suit trousers and waistcoat on, but he’d undone the buttons of the waistcoat and the top three buttons of his shirt, a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair visible in the tiny triangle of flesh on show. His tie hung undone, swinging with the gentle sway of his body. He looked utterly beautiful...

Jack hesitated for a split second before striding across the room to wrap the young man into his arms, the flask dropping to the floor as he reached to cup his face with one hand, brushing his thumb lightly over his cheek.

Ianto melted into the embrace, drowning in the intoxicating aroma that was Jack, his knees shaking and the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy of chaotic flight.

“Yanno...my Yanno...” Jack whispered against his ear. “You’re trembling...”

Ianto let out a strangled whimper as he tightened his hold around the Captain, “I’ve never...I mean...I want to...it’s like I’m on the edge of a cliff...I’m scared Jack...

“Oh sweetheart, I won’t let you fall...” as he tipped the Welshman’s face up to brush their lips together, the lightest of touches that had Ianto shivering with delicious sensation from head to toe. His hands moved to tangle one in Jack’s hair whilst the other slid down to grab his hip and tug him closer as their mouths met again...tentatively...tiny butterfly touches, each relishing the feel of soft and sensual lips moving sweetly against their own.

Ianto’s low moan was lost as he sank into the kiss, his mouth opening as Jack’s tongue flickered lightly against his lips, sliding inside to slow dance with his own until they broke apart panting softly.

“You okay?” Jack’s breath warm against his skin.

“mmnnn..!” the only coherent sound Ianto was capable of producing, bringing a smile to the older man’s face, a smile that grew as the Welshman tugged him back in for a repeat performance, tentatively sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth where it explored with increasing confidence, mapping every contour possessively...

By the time they came up for air, Ianto was dizzy with desire, fireworks going off in his head, his lips pink and deliciously kiss swollen, his trousers straining at the seams and he wanted more...so much more...

Jack!” he gasped, every nerve ending tingling and his legs boneless, meaning he leant heavily against his Captain who hugged him closer, breathing in the scent that was Ianto... Their eyes met, passion and want raging in twin pools of blue. “Bedroom...” Ianto’s voice was thick with desire and he could barely get the word out...

Entwining their fingers, Ianto led them on shaking legs to the bedroom where they sank down onto the duvet as lips crashed together and they lost themselves in kiss after blissful kiss...

Chapter 4   http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/46457.html

  


zazajb: (john/gareth almost kiss)

Title: Twos and Blues: 4/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 4100

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Thank you for your patience while LJ was out of commission – future updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters...

 

Twos and Blues 4/?

Chapter 4

Jack pulled back gently from their marathon kiss so they could recharge their oxygen supply, lips barely a breath apart as they panted softly. Moving slightly he lay back so Ianto could get comfortable, the Welshman pressed in close, his head resting on Jack’s shoulder, legs entangled and one hand stroking the side of his face.

“You okay?” Jack whispered as he felt the young man’s body still trembling.

“Yep...more than okay...” he shifted closer and closed his eyes, the warmth of Jack’s body and the rhythmic beat of his heart pumping lulling him into a delicious state of drowsiness. “I never knew kisses could be so...so...intoxicating...” He felt fantastic and free, like walking on air and complete somehow, like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life. They were still fully clothed and hadn’t even attempted to address the hot arousals swelling furiously in their trousers...

Jack reached for his hand and entwined their fingers. “Kisses are only the start...there’s so much pleasure I can give you...share with you...” He squeezed their joined fingers reassuringly as he felt Ianto tense, “but not yet...tonight is about kisses and holding...” He craned his neck to press his lips tenderly to Ianto’s.

“Jack..?”

“Yanno...”

“Would you...I mean...do you think...would you...stay..?”

“Sshh, sleep now...”

“Jack...” Ianto mumbled sleepily, “Thank you...”

“No...thank you...” Jack whispered once Ianto’s breathing had slowed to quiet even breaths indicating that he was asleep, “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life...my Yanno...” Bringing their joined hands up to his lips he pressed a light kiss to Ianto’s knuckles before closing his own eyes to join the Welshman in peaceful slumber.

Ianto’s radio alarm clock announced the arrival of a new day with the delightful Kylie declaring ‘I can’t get you out of my head...” Reaching out a hand to slap the snooze button he encountered resistance in the form of a warm body pressed up against his own, an arm curled around his waist keeping him close... He blinked groggily, turning over to see Jack’s blue grey eyes just opening...

“Morning, gorgeous!” Jack leant in for a kiss. Ianto met his lips happily, grinning into the kiss as his butterflies got an early morning work out. “What?” Jack smiled as they parted softly.

“I thought it was all a dream...but you’re real and you’re actually here...in my bed...with me..!” the smile that curved the corners of his mouth set Jack’s heart pounding and the urge to capture those lips was overwhelming.

Cupping Ianto’s face with one hand as he pulled him in closer, he chuckled, “Technically, we’re on your bed...” as he claimed his mouth and Ianto melted against him, their tongues tangling deliciously as the kiss deepened.

A familiar shrill bleeping forced them apart, Jack leaping off the bed, somewhat breathless from their steamy snog, as he shoved his feet into his shoes – the only thing they’d removed the previous night – and leant down to plant a swift chaste kiss on Ianto’s lips. “Sorry...really sorry...blasted electronic haemorrhoid – bloody thing’s got no sense of timing! I’ll come back after...promise!”

Ianto flopped back on the bed as the downstairs door banged shut. A huge grin spread across his face as he thought back to the previous evening...Jack had kissed him...spent the night..! Tracing the outline of his lips with his finger – lips that still tingled from the heat of Jack’s kisses – he replayed every touch, every kiss, his body responding eagerly to the images in his head and his other hand strayed lower to press against the growing bulge in his trousers. He shuddered at the sensation before dragging his hand away and swung his feet over the side of the bed, biting his bottom lip as he caught sight of his crumpled attire in the mirror – the last time he’d slept in his clothes he’d been 20 and so drunk he’d passed out on the kitchen floor of Lisa’s best mate’s brother!

With a spring in his step he went into the bathroom where he turned the water on to warm before sliding into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He was wrapping a towel around his waist after an invigorating shower when he heard the tap on the flat door and Jack’s voice calling.

“Yanno, you there? Okay to come in..?”

Grabbing a towel for his hair, he hurried out, “Yeah, come up... That was quick!” He rubbed the towel over his wet hair as Jack came back into the room, the Captain’s eyes widening as he was greeted by the sight of a damp, almost naked Welshman. His gaze took in the soft downy hair on his chest that had his fingers itching to run through it, watching as a stray drop of water ran down his neck, trickled its way through the hair and down his stomach to soak into the towel around his waist. Jack gulped as his blood supply rushed south to gather hopefully in his trousers.

“Alarms at the rest home on Hazel Road – someone burnt the toast again – happens a lot! Owen went with six, I wasn’t needed, stop came in pretty quickly...” his voice trailed away as Ianto arched his neck to dry his throat and chest. “Fuck Yanno, have you got any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he growled, his eyes meeting the Welshman’s who read the desire burning deep within those blue grey pools. “You keep that up and I’m not sure I’ll be responsible for my actions..!”

Blushing wildly, Ianto stuttered “I...er...” the sight of Jack’s obvious arousal sending sparks of want down his own body. Throwing caution, and inhibition, to the wind, he opened his arms, staggering as Jack flung himself into them and crushed their mouths together, his hands running hungrily over the young man’s bare flesh. Ianto’s moans were lost against Jack’s lips as he was kissed into oblivion, his hands developing a will of their own to tug Jack’s shirt and t-shirt from his trousers before sliding nervous fingers underneath to trail over his warm skin below.

They moved slowly backwards until Ianto’s legs hit the sofa and they crashed down on to it as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths and passions rose. With supreme effort, Jack broke their frantic kiss, moving his hands to frame Ianto’s face. “I want you, Ianto Jones...God how I want you...but this is too soon and I want it to be right – for both of us...not just me...” He groaned, “If you knew what you do to me...and having you here, in my arms, practically naked...” He buried his face in the young man’s neck, breathing in that unique scent that was just Ianto...

“Jack...” Ianto’s voice was low, Welsh vowels sending fresh heat to the Captain’s groin. “I’m so hard...so hot...feels so incredible...never felt like this before...” he arched his back as Jack shifted slightly and their hips ground together, drawing grunts of pleasure from two sets of soft, pink, kiss swollen lips...

“I don’t want to take advantage...you’re too special...don’t want to blow it...” Jack’s voice was muffled against Ianto’s neck, drawing back as the young man began to shake, “Yanno...what’s wrong?” concern flooding his eyes, changing to confusion as he realised the young man was shuddering with suppressed laughter.

“You said blow it? You know what was on my mind right then..?” Ianto pressed their lips together softly. “You’re an amazing man Jack Harkness...and I know we need to go slow – hell, ‘till three days ago I was completely straight! So you do things to me too...things I never knew existed, you’ve given me the kiss of life, Jack...and I feel so alive...”

Cobalt blue pools gazed into blue grey depths and a smile spread over Jack’s face as he captured his Welshman’s lips to kiss him tenderly, deeper meaning mingling with passion to leave them gasping when they came up for air. Gently untangling himself from Ianto’s legs, Jack gave him a gentle push. “Go put some clothes on before I ravish you!” He smiled as the young man scrambled up, inadvertently flashing his bare arse as he grabbed at the towel to stop it falling.

Jack slumped back on the sofa and took a deep breath in an attempt to regain control of his wayward body. This man did things to him he’d not felt before...not even with John and they’d been together for five years...ancient history now...

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he dug it out, the message bringing a grin to his face. He pressed #3 on speed dial, “Morning Gav...yeah, that’s actually good news – yeah, had an eventful night...” knowing that Gavin, his executive assistant, and close friend, would assume he meant a fire, “...so as they’ve cancelled I’m gonna take the day off, make it a long weekend. I’ll see you Tuesday... oh, if you’re around tomorrow, there’s a new coffee place opening on Windsor Road, up by Windsor Place, @Yanno...if you wanna give it the once over...I’m told the owner’s a hottie!” He laughed, “yeah, thought you might! Okay, love to Stu, thanks Gav..bye...”

Hanging up, he looked up to see Ianto, now dressed in black jeans and grey Newport University t-shirt, watching him with a quizzical look on his face. “Thought I could make myself useful...if that’s okay with you? You know...sparrow rescue services...put out any fires when you burn your Welsh cakes...kiss any burnt fingers better...that kind of thing...”

“Breakfast and coffee first, then you can tell me more about the fire service – and yourself – while we work...deal?”

“Deal!” they grinned at each other. Jack looked down at his crumpled uniform. I need to go home and change, I’ve already had John commenting on the fact that I obviously didn’t go home last night...”

“John Hart? He was the one in the watch room with Doctor Owen last night? I wasn’t sure what to make of him – something about the way he looked at me...predatory...and he held on a bit longer than necessary for a handshake...”

“He was sizing you up...as competition...” Jack took a deep breath, this was coming out sooner than he’d wanted, but he needed Ianto to know.

“Competition for what?”

“Me...or, for working out if he’d have a chance at you himself...”

“He’s...”

“He’s my ex...oh, it’s ancient history now, we were together for five years back in the late nineties and it wasn’t a friendly parting...he went wild and ended up in rehab – drink, drugs, sex...you name it, he did it! But he’s over all that now...”

“Is he over you?”

“Mostly!”

“Explain...I need to know if I’m going to be facing an obsessive ex-boyfriend who’ll try and make trouble – don’t want bricks through my windows...”

“He’s fine, really. He knows that we’re never gong back to how we were, but that doesn’t stop him trying every now and again...it’s always no! And he’s a good firefighter...he knows that any more trouble and he’d be out...”

Ianto nodded and went back into his bedroom, returning with a pair of jeans and a comic con 2008 t-shirt. “These any good? Save you going home if you don’t want to...”

“Perfect...thanks!”

“Right, I’ll get breakfast on the go while you change...oh, and Jack...he’s no competition...got that?” Winking, the Welshman spun on his heel and vanished into the kitchen.

Changing rapidly, Jack joined Ianto in the kitchen, taking the coffee and plates to the dining area down the low step at the end of the room as Ianto piled the warm croissants up on the breadboard alongside the strawberry and apricot French conserve. He carried it to the table and dropped into a chair next to Jack. Planting a swift kiss on his lips, he reached for a croissant and tore it in half. “Okay, dig in...now, tell me more... “

“There’s nothing to tell,” Jack took a croissant and opened the apricot jam, “we had a wonderful two weeks of wild passion and adventure that took us five years to end!”

“I meant about the fire service!”

“Oh!” Jack looked sheepish, “okay, this morning we had AFAs – that’s automatic fire alarms, they’re wired into the main electric supply and can’t be turned off, that means if someone burns the toast then they’ll go off. It happens quite a lot, but you can’t ignore it – because the first time you do, it’ll be a real fire and any delay could be the difference between life and death... Now some properties have PDAs, pre-determined attendance, that means that there’s a minimum number of pumps, or appliances and control vehicles that will attend any call to that particular building, even if it’s a false alarm...for example, the hospital’s PDA is three plus the HP...the...”

“Hydraulic platform...I remember you pointing that one out in my cabinet the other day...”

“Good memory! Yeah, so if someone burns the toast at the hospital, they’ll get both of ours, plus one pump and the HP from the whole time at Cardiff... Most of the time we get there to find it’s a false alarm and can send the Cardiff crews back before they’ve even arrived, but one day it might be for real and with all those people inside who’ll need our help, not to mention actually tackling the fire or whatever the incident is, it’s reassuring to know that we already have extra help on the way even if we make up – call for more appliances and personnel...”

“Makes sense...and what’s ‘the stop’? You said it came in quickly this morning...”

“The stop is the message that tells control – and anyone else listening – that the incident is under control and no more pumps or personnel are needed. It doesn’t necessarily mean the fire’s out totally – on a heath fire the crews can be there for several hours after the stop, just damping down and making sure that it won’t reignite. The stop helps control to assess where all the appliances are around the county and make sure that everyone’s got cover – especially important when there’s a big shout...

We had a twenty pump one a while back and there was a pump from Caerphily in on standby while we were in the thick of the action...”

“Was that the Carpet Barn one? I saw that on the news.”

“Yeah, that was it, it was a nasty one as it wasn’t just the carpets – there’s the lino and other plastic flooring, all the packaging materials, the building itself and all those chemicals combine to give off some really shitty acrid black smoke – lethal if inhaled in any quantity – our uniforms stank for weeks afterwards! You’ve got all this to look forward to...”

Jack grinned and reached across to brush a crumb from the Welshman’s bottom lip, hitching his breath as his finger was suddenly sucked into Ianto’s mouth and held captive with his teeth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that had the Captain squirming on his chair.

“Yanno..!” he growled warningly, “it won’t take much for me to throw you over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carry you off to my lair...okay, it’d have to be your lair – but same end result!”

Ianto released the suction on Jack’s finger and it slid from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, the sound sending fresh spikes of desire through them. Standing abruptly, he picked up the plates and empty mugs and carried them back to the sink. After filling the bowl with soapy water he flung a tea towel at the other man, who caught it, chuckling. “No sparrows today then?”

“Nope, just wet dishes!”

Washing up done, they made their way down to the shop where Jack was swiftly set to work unpacking the huge box from the printers while Ianto threw himself into a mass Welsh cake production session, trying to remember all Mica’s tips to replicate the success of yesterday.

Once he was surrounded with his ingredients, Ianto was able to concentrate on Jack, watching as the Captain methodically stacked up the menus and order pads. “Tell me about Jack Harkness...” he said as Jack looked up, feeling the other man’s eyes on him.

“Hero firefighter or self-made man with own successful engineering firm?”

“Neither – tell me about the man behind the coat...the coat that I’ve still got hanging up on my bookcase, by the way!”

“Yeah, it looks good there!” Despite the grin, Jack’s eyes saddened and he looked away. “My dad was in the RAF – it’s his coat – and when he’d done his time he set up his own training school teaching flight engineering to private business and Government on private contracts. It was a novel venture and it took off, no pun intended, in a big way. Me and Gray, my little brother, never got to see him as he travelled around the country and then Europe... Mum started going with him on his business trips more and more – we were left with the nanny. She was lovely – Rose, her name was – she was fun and she would tell us stories about the stars and spaceships and we’d play at being great adventurers...

One Christmas Dad was giving an after-dinner talk to a gathering of politicians, mum went with him as it was a big hotel and...there was a fire and they died...I was eleven, Gray was six. We were put into care on Christmas Eve. Rose wanted to look after us, but they wouldn’t let her – she was unmarried and only twenty one...” He leant against the worktop, eyes gazing into the distance, remembering.

Ianto’s eyes filled with tears as he pictured the two lost children.

“She came to visit us in the Children’s home on Christmas Day, with her boyfriend, John Smith. He was a doctor and they were going to get married so they could adopt us. We were at the home for six weeks and then they moved us to Wales – miles away from everything we’d ever known, but at least we still had each other, until they split us up to put us in foster care. Gray was put with a family in Gwent and I was sent to Cardigan. They said we’d see each other every other weekend but it never happened...”

Unshed tears welled in Jack’s eyes and he blinked them away, staring fiercely at the menu in his hands without seeing it. “Gradually, the phone calls stopped too. I didn’t take that well...” he glanced up and shrugged, “I was angry, grieving and no-one bothered to explain what was going on...so I became the kid from hell – I used to get into fights at school, I bunked lessons, stayed out late, got drunk...I was a nightmare...” he grimaced, “hard to imagine isn’t it – me misbehaving!”

The look of vulnerability tore at Ianto’s heart as Jack dropped his gaze once more and resumed his intense scrutiny of the menu as Ianto abandoned his ingredients to pull it gently from his hand before wrapping him into a hug, breathing a sigh of relief as Jack sank into the embrace as he continued.

“Anyway, they were so patient with me until they told me one Sunday that Gray’s foster family had adopted him and emigrated to America. I lost it big time, smashed up my room, took my dad’s coat, my mum’s photo and legged it. In reality, I had nowhere to go so I ended up back at the house in my foster dad’s shed – he loved pottering around in his shed so I thought it would be a good idea to burn it down...” he bit back a sob and buried his face into the Welshman’s neck.

“Only...once... once it was alight it reminded me of how mum and dad died so I ran back up the garden and hammered on the door until somebody let me in – it was a neighbour as everyone as out looking for me. They called the fire brigade because it was really going well by now, and then the police to say I was safe...

The firemen came, put the blaze out and everyone went to bed. The next day the Station Commander, or Station Officer as they were called back then, came to see me. He took me down to the burnt out shed and explained how dangerous what I’d done was. He wasn’t mad, just wanted to try and understand me. He took me under his wing and started teaching me about the fire service and all sorts of other stuff – Cardigan was a retained station...and I started turning my life around. Six months later Rose and the Doc found me having finally got permission to adopt me and I moved back here. I kept in touch with station officer Newman until his death...he as a wonderful man and I try to live up to his memory...” his voice broke and he clung tighter to the other man, his tears seeping into the collar of his t-shirt.

Ianto threaded a hand gently through Jack’s hair while the other tugged him closer still as he whispered words of comfort in a mixture of English and Welsh.

Jack shuffled them sideways so he could grab a sheet of kitchen roll to wipe his eyes without loosening his hold on his armful of gorgeous Welshman. His voice muffled and a little unsteady, he continued, “Rose and the Doc were wonderful parents and encouraged me in every way – I carried on my work with the youth service that I’d started with the Cardigan Fire Service, and I took courses in engineering... that’s what gave me the confidence to start my own company when I was just twenty two...

The Doc retired from NASA and he and Rose now live in Norway so he can carry on his research into global warming. We talk on the phone and email of course, but I don’t get to see them that often... They still look for Gray whenever they go to the States, but I’ve accepted now that I’m unlikely to ever see him again – we had a private investigator looking for several years without success...I’ll never forget him...”

He pulled back and gazed at Ianto with somewhat watery eyes. “Still want to know me, now you’ve heard the mixed up, disaster story of my youth?”

“More than ever...” Ianto’s own eyes filled with tears, “you’re an inspiration Jack, and I want to know you completely...I don’t care how short a time it’s been, I want you...all of you...” his voice low and hoarse sent shivers through his Captain.

Trembling hands cupped faces as their lips met, the kiss slow and sensual at first, building in intensity until tongues were duelling hotly and frantic hands had tugged t-shirts from jeans and were wandering hungrily over warm flesh below. Jack gasped as they broke apart momentarily to draw breath, taking the opportunity to spin them round and press Ianto up against the wall as their mouths crashed together once more, the kiss wild and messy as passions rose and they lost themselves to mounting desire, hands reaching for belts, buttons and zips...

“Ianto, you in h...oh my God! Ianto!” Jack and Ianto pulled apart to blink dazedly at Rhiannon, faces flushed, hair wildly dishevelled, lips pink and kiss swollen, hands down each other’s trousers...

“Hi Rhi..!

TBC

 

 


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