Twos and Blues...7/?

Title: Twos and Blues: 7/?
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 4300

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! 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...

A/N2 I spent some considerable time[!!!] visualising various parts of this chapter – hope it works...and this is dedicated to codename_sherry ‘cos she’s awesome and I love that she’s making Welsh cakes!

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 7/?

Chapter 7

Ianto hesitated briefly at the top of the stairs before leading Jack into the living room, a fleeting grin lighting his face as he noted the hero coat back on its hanger on the bookcase... He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, the Captain’s arms immediately sliding around his waist to tug him in close. Ianto sighed happily and leant against him, the welcome warmth and immediate stirring below his waistline shoving aside the flicker of anxiety that had surfaced the closer he got to the top of the stairs.

Jack moved one hand to tip his chin up, “Look at me...just here...my eyes, nothing else...”

Ianto grinned, “so now you’re Patrick Swayze?”

“Great film, Dirty Dancing..!”

“So, what - that makes me...baby?”

“She was cute...you’re cute! Oh and who’s giving the lesson?”

A tiny smile curved the corners of Ianto’s mouth, a smile that reminded Jack of just how much he loved to kiss those soft and sensual lips and he moved suddenly to crush their mouths together, the Welshman’s mouth opening to Jack’s probing tongue as they kissed hard and with mounting passion for long pleasurable minutes, breaking apart panting.

“Who says you’re doing anything yet?” Ianto gasped breathlessly as he moved his hand up from the small of his Captain’s back so he could read the order page over Jack’s shoulder. “Just need to check everything’s as it should be...” He suppressed a chuckle as Jack’s face took on an expression of intense concentration mingled with throbbing desire.

“Okay then, napkins in holders around the room..?”

“Done, and spare ones in the end cupboard under the counter for easy access...”

“Good! Menus in holders on the tables...”

“Yes, and on the wall and outside the front door!” Jack interrupted before he could finish, causing a throaty chuckle to fall from the Welshman’s lips; a chuckle that sent wild pulses of desire to the older man’s trousers...

“Someone’s impatient!” Ianto grinned as Jack twisted and grabbed the order list from him.

“Yes! Milk and sugar in trays on either side, loyalty cards and stamp in till, float in till, tables wiped down, cups by the water fountain, feedback surveys on tables, mugs, plates and cutlery all ready...” he took a deep breath as he rattled it off, “it’s all done, everything! Now can I give you Blowjob lesson #1/?”

Ianto didn’t answer, reclaimed the order sheet and crumpled it in his hand, dropping it to the floor as he led Jack to the bedroom. Once through the door he slid his arms around Jack’s neck and kissed him, slowly at first, soft sensual swipes of tongue that grew progressively more territorial until they were duelling hotly, twin arousals straining against the confines of their trousers as they arched against each other.

“Show me...teach me...let me give you as much pleasure as you gave me...” he breathed against Jack’s ear when they broke apart, “I want to taste you...” he pulled back to lock eyes briefly with the older man before their lips crashed together and hands raked urgently at clothing until they were both panting and naked... “I’m yours, Jack...tell me what to do...” the throaty whisper accompanied by the tentative touch of the Welshman’s hands splaying over the warm, smooth skin of his chest sending waves of feral want raging through Jack’s body .

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his pounding heartbeat, wanting to take this slowly to ensure there was as much pleasure in giving as there was in receiving. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ianto down next to him.

“Give me your hand...trust me?” he said softly as the Welshman looked perplexed. Ianto nodded, offering his hand. “Okay, close your eyes...now feel...” he kissed the inside of the young man’s wrist lightly, soft presses of lips to pale skin as he felt his pulse beating strongly against his mouth, followed by a firm lick that started at his wrist and extended several inches up the inside of his arm...

Ianto shuddered deliciously at the touch, his remaining senses heightened from the lack of sight, a low moan falling from between softly parted, pink, kiss swollen lips...

Jack finished with another series of light kisses on the now highly sensitised skin, adding a light grazing of teeth. Ianto almost leapt off the bed...

Jack grinned and released his hand, “you can open your eyes now!” he whispered as the Welshman’s cobalt baby blues fluttered open and widened as they gazed at the older man.

“Wow, that was...” he shook his head, no words immediately available to express the sensations.

“Right, now you try...” he pressed his lips to Ianto’s gently, brushing his thumb over his cheek, the kiss conveying a tenderness that said clearly you don’t have to do this...

Ianto took Jack’s hand “Close your eyes...feel...” the Welsh vowels travelling straight to Jack’s already highly charged groin. He gasped when Ianto’s mouth brushed softly over his wrist, tiny kisses that made his skin tingle and his heartbeat increase...and he was powerless to stop the needy ”Yanno...” that escaped when the young man’s tongue dragged a strip from wrist to part way up his arm and then kissed and nibbled his way back down again before releasing his hand.  

Jack gulped as his body quivered with want and he fought the urge to flatten the Welshman into the bed, snog his face off and eat him whole...”Fuck Yanno...you’re so hot..!”

A fierce blush coloured Ianto’s cheeks as Jack took his hand again, “...eyes closed...” This time he sucked the top of his little finger, swirling his tongue around and over the tip, adding the occasional light nip of teeth, before slowly pulling the finger deeper into his mouth, sucking harder and building up a rhythm. Grazing with his teeth as he increased the pressure with his tongue, he drew in a quick breath and hummed around the digit in his mouth...

Ianto let out a deep moan and thrust his head back, the sound dying away to a needy whimper when his finger was released... He opened his eyes to find Jack’s lust-darkened blue grey depths devouring him hungrily. “That was so fucking erotic...I want you Jack...need you...”

Jack offered his hand...”this first...trust me...” He closed his eyes, arching his back as Ianto’s warm breath tickled the tip of his finger. By the time the Welshman had sucked his finger in as far as the knuckle, Jack was moaning loudly, the sounds deep and guttural, sending them both perilously close to the edge.

Ianto released Jack’s finger and moved on to the floor, nudging his Captain’s knees apart to slide into the gap between them. One hand linked with the older man’s and he smiled briefly before dipping his head. Jack let out a strangled gasp of pleasure as Ianto kissed nipped and licked his way from one end to the other, before Jack was surrounded in the warm moist cavern of the Welshman’s willing mouth and he proceeded to put every one of the lessons learned to good use...

Jack’s other hand tangled in Ianto’s hair, his eyes closed, head thrust back as he felt his climax building rapidly. He tugged sharply on the young man’s hair, “so close...” he rasped, “stop if you want...you don’t have to...aaagghhhh...fuckfuckfuck...so good...Yanno...oh...YannoYannoYanno...” as Ianto’s tongue swirled and he hummed, Jack exploding in his mouth as the older man saw stars and waves of exquisite pleasure rolled through him.

Ianto released him, gasping, as he was hauled to his feet and dragged onto the bed, Jack’s mouth devouring his as he was kissed senseless and Jack’s hand made short work of the Welshman’s own hot arousal. They lay, spent and panting, in a sated, boneless heap on the quilt.

Sleepily, Jack urged Ianto under the covers, mopping them quickly with tissues from the box on the bedside cabinet, before wrapping himself tightly around Ianto’s back as they drifted off to sleep.

The shrill bleeping dragged them from pleasant dreams. Jack was half out the bed and groping for his trousers in the dark before Ianto had barely moved, the Welshman struggling to sit up as he reached for the bedside light. He blinked in surprise as Jack muttered and kicked his trousers back off – raised eyebrows to see he’d been going commando under his jeans – before his Captain slid back into bed.

“It’s five past six...I booked off at six remember?” He leant across to kiss him softly, “you know, you’re gonna have to get up faster than that once you’ve joined...too slow and I’ll go without you!” he ginned and pressed closer, limbs entwining as they sank back onto the pillows...

Ianto was melting into the embrace as Jack’s tongue swept his mouth possessively, delicious shivers of desire waking all parts of his body when they were interrupted by the alarm clock and the energetic sound of The Monkees! Jack shifted momentarily to bash a hand vaguely in the clock’s direction, managing to hit the snooze button without breaking his hold – or their increasingly hot and steamy kiss! Eventually, oxygen requirements made them surface, highly aroused, if somewhat breathless...

“Morning!” Jack pressed a light kiss to the end of the Welshman’s button nose and slid his hands lower, exploring his warm smooth skin until he reached his target. Ianto pressed against his hand briefly before regretfully shaking his head and moving away.

“We need to get up...”

“I’d say we already are!” Jack smirked and reached for him, his face falling as Ianto failed to return to his arms.

“Can’t...oooohh!” he gasped as Jack scooted across the bed and let his fingers dance up the outside of the young man’s thigh. He bit his lip to stop a moan as those fingers moved to a more central location... “Jack..!” he grabbed his hand and held it, “Rhi and Mica’ll be here at seven...I can’t have her catch us again – I’d never live it down!” He sighed as Jack squeezed his hand and moved away, a sudden grin lighting his face as he headed to the bathroom, “of course I do need to have a shower... “ He looked at the other man through his eyelashes, “you could help make sure I’m clean enough to face my public..?”

 Jack flung the bedclothes aside and chased him into the bathroom, folding his Welshman into his arms as the shower warmed, before pressing up close in the tiny cubicle where they ensured all hot steamy attentions were washed away with plenty of bubbles and they emerged clean and glowing, if slightly weak at the knees.

Ianto dressed in his @Yanno uniform, grinning happily as Jack’s still naked body reacted with obvious approval to the sight and he made sure he bent over slowly to lace his shoes up.

“Any more displays like that Ianto Jones and even if the Queen was coming, she’d have to get in line...” Jack growled as he strode across the room to haul the young man into his arms and kiss him hard, grinding against him until Ianto was as aroused as his Captain. Grinning, Jack released him and stepped back to admire his handiwork; lightly flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair and gloriously pink, kiss swollen lips. He looked wanton and totally edible!

Moving to his overnight bag, Jack pulled out his clothes; tighty whitey trunks that accentuated the firm lines of his buttocks and had Ianto squirming in his trousers, smart black slacks and an Abercrombie and Fitch maroon t-shirt with a giant coffee cup on it. “Thought this would ‘kind of’ match your colour scheme?”

Still breathless, Ianto just nodded, watching as Jack tucked his t-shirt in and did up his belt. He held his hand out and they made their way downstairs to the shop. Flicking the radio on, Jack led him into the middle of the shop floor and pulled him close, slow-dancing to the immortal sounds of Glen Miller, tipping his face up to kiss him softly. He pulled away and rubbed their noses together as the song ended. “This is your day today, Yanno...it’s going to be a huge success, I know it is...”

Ianto fought back tears at the conviction in Jack’s voice and buried his face into his Captain’s neck, immersing himself in that unique and intoxicating scent...how could his life have changed so much in such a short time..? Jack...it was meeting this amazing man that had suddenly put the rainbow in the sky, polished the stars at night and generally given the world a sparkle and vibrancy that hadn’t been there before... “Thank you...” he stifled a sob, “...for everything...” The tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Hey...” Jack kissed the tears away and hugged him tight. “Now, work to do!” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “I need a new list..!” the accompanying seductive suck of his little finger bringing a throaty roar of laughter from the Welshman.

“That’s better!” Jack laughed as he pulled his finger from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ “Right, seriously...what do you want me to do?”

  Still chuckling, Ianto grabbed the order pad and wrote a list as Jack peered over his shoulder. “That should do for now...” he grinned as Jack read it out loud, arching his eyebrow at the accompanying leer as he reached the end of the list. “So, looking forward to the end of the day already?”

“Who says it has to be the end...I’m sure I can entice you to take a coffee break...” Jack murmured as he nipped the Welshman’s earlobe and moved away to switch on the computers.

Ianto shuddered as Jack’s warm breath teased the sensitive flesh of his neck and headed towards the counter to sort out his different blends.

Each was soon absorbed in their tasks. Ianto was at work on his coffee machine and Jack was methodically working his way down his list, setting out croissants, pain au chocolat and cinnamon twists on trays ready for the ovens. The Welsh cakes and bagels were set out; cookies, shortbread, giant cakes and muffins were all under huge glass domes and Jack was singing quietly to himself when Mica and Rhi arrived, both chuckling at the sight of him in his Hands Off the Chef! Apron when he swung round to greet them.

“Morning!” Rhi glanced towards the shop as Mica accepted a kiss on the cheek from Jack before heading through to join Ianto, “how is he?”

“Nervous, muttering unintelligible Welsh under his breath...passionate!” Jack grinned as Rhiannon rolled her eyes in a very Ianto-like manner.

“That’s quite enough information thank you! I’ve still not recovered from my first encounter!”

The timer on the small oven pinged and Jack moved swiftly to load the contents of the tray on to a large serving plate. “Coming?” he nodded towards the shop, “staff breakfast before we open...sociable start to the day, plus it fills the shop with the smell of baking and fresh coffee..!”

“You look...comfortable here...domesticated...” Rhi noted as they headed through the door.

“I told you the other day – I can’t explain it...I know it’s only been days, but it’s like I’ve waiting all my life for him...and he does have his own particular ways of making me work..!” Jack winked as they joined Ianto and Mica, sliding the order list safely into his pocket.

“Mum, Jack, go sit down, we’ll bring the coffee and plates over.” Mica was loading a tray with the familiar blue and white striped mugs and some plates as Ianto moved to join them in the booth. He slid in beside Jack and leant across him to give his sister a hug, Jack snatching a quick kiss on his way back.

Ianto smiled and leant against the reassuring warmth of his body as they slid their fingers through each other’s to link hands which then rested on the table. Rhi watched the interaction; despite his apprehension at the imminent opening of the shop, she’d never seen Ianto so relaxed...whatever it was he had with Jack was obviously good. The image of the last time she’d seen them – indeed, the only time she’d seen them together – flashed through her mind and she grinned – there was no doubting they had chemistry!

Jack raised his mug “To Ianto and @Yanno...” They all clunked mugs and took a sip. “A new one?” he inhaled the aroma and took another sip, his eyes fixed on the Welshman’s expression – a mixture of barely contained excitement and trepidation. “It’s good...really good – slightly nutty, slightly sweet...”

“It’s the @Yanno special signature blend...I made it myself...it’s...” his voice dropped to a whisper so Jack had to lean closer to hear him “I made a blend of your favourite flavours... I mean, you thought of the name and...” The rest was lost as Jack’s mouth crashed against his in a brief but hotly passionate kiss and he was breathless and pink-cheeked when he was released, the blush deepening as he looked up to see his niece and sister gaping open-mouthed at them. 

 

“I told you they were hot, mum!” Mica said in an awed voice. She gazed at Ianto, “can you do that again, Unca?”

Rhiannon fixed her daughter with a stern glare, the teenager giggling, but sliding out of the booth as she began to clear the plates and mugs. Rhi smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen, “Don’t let her get too cheeky...she’s a good kid but she needs reminding of the boundaries sometimes!” She stood up, “okay, what can I do to help?”

Ianto’s face paled as he glanced at his watch, uncharacteristic panic rising...”um, wash up? I don’t know...put the stuff in the oven...we might not have anyone...” he turned to Jack, “what if we don’t have anyone?” his eyes widening as he considered all the ramifications...

“Here...thought this might help calm those last minute nerves...” he dug in his pocket and pulled out Ianto’s stopwatch. Checking his own timepiece he held the battered silver case out “...it’s set for ten minutes...you just need to...”

“God, I love you Jack!” Ianto folded his hand over the Captain’s as he pressed the button on the top to start the countdown. Their eyes met as each replayed his words.

Jack cupped his face and brushed his thumbs over the young man’s cheeks before pressing their lips together in a tender kiss, “I love you too...my Yanno...” Ianto was walking on air as Jack gently propelled him to his station behind the counter before heading to do the final checks as the final minutes to opening ticked away.

Rhi joined her daughter in the kitchen, “somehow I don’t think anything’s going to spoil your Unca’s day today...” she grinned, “I’ll take over in here, you get out to the till...good luck!”

Jack gave a sneaky glance towards his Welshman and pulled his phone out, calling up a pre-written message and pressing ‘send’ before shoving his phone quickly back in his pocket as Ianto looked across at him and smiled...a smile that melted Jack’s heart and made him want to vault the counter and snog his face off!

“We all ready?” Ianto checked his stopwatch, jumping when the radio announcer faded the current track and he heard his name “We’re outside the newest Coffee House in Penarth, @Yanno, and we’re just starting the countdown to opening...are we ready?” There was an answering cheer from a large crowd, “ten...nine...eight...”

“Jack? What’s going on?”

“Sounds like we’ve got lots of thirsty people out there...” Jack grinned “you ready, babe?” He opened the blinds so they could see the mass of people outside.

“...three....two...one...and open!” the radio announcer cheered and Ianto had no time to respond before Jack opened the door and a mass of people poured through it, including some familiar faces... Tosh and Owen took their place in the queue, waving cheerfully.  

Jack guided the radio crew to a booth and took their order, weaving through the crowds to the counter to hand the order in. He swapped a few words with the couple at the head of the queue whilst Ianto filled their orders  – they were from his road so Jason had done a good job – they took their drinks and moved along to Mica to pay and hand in their voucher from the flyer – buy one, get one free, opting to spend the money they’d saved on a giant slice of coffee and walnut cake to share. The first sale was away...

Ianto made a point of brushing their fingers together as he handed over the drinks for the radio crew and added a plate of Welsh Cakes. The look in his eyes said it all, love blazing from those crystal blue depths and it made Jack’s heart pound to think of wrapping this beautiful Welshman, naked and undone, into his arms...

“...anything else Jack?”

“Eh? Oh, no! Thanks!” Ianto’s hand on his dragged him back to the immediate present. He grinned and carried the tray back to the booth where the presenter inhaled the aroma, sipped and...told the listeners that if they wanted good coffee, then the place to get it was @Yanno...the signature blend is quite simply out of this world!

Orders rolled in thick and fast, eat in and take-away, loyalty cards were snapped up and the computers proved very popular... Tosh and Owen had the Breakfast special and went into raptures over the New York blend, the other firefighters appearing at different times during the morning until there was a brief lull around eleven fifty and Ianto was able to stick his head round the kitchen door to check Rhi was okay. She waved thumbs up from the dishwasher she was unloading and carried on.

Jack had run around doing ‘front-of-house’ chatting to the customers, encouraging them to fill in the surveys, refilled the various holders with napkins, milk and sugar, kept Ianto stocked up with clean mugs and plates and cleared tables. One thing was evident – Ianto was going to need more staff if even half of today’s customers came back for more!

Mica was having a long drink of iced water. She grinned at her uncle and fanned her face “what d’you think Unca? @Yanno is flying!”

Ianto spiked the large take-away order he’d just completed as the customers left the shop and looked around. Jack was clearing the table in one of the booths, there were several smaller tables and two of the breakfast bar stools in use, both computers were occupied...it looked and felt like a real shop now! He grinned back at Mica, “Thanks, Imp, yep, I think you’re right – we’re definitely flying! You want to grab a quick break now?”

Mica nodded and headed out to the kitchen. Ianto leant against the counter and watched Jack as he stacked plates and mugs efficiently onto the tray and wiped the table down. Feeling the intensity of Ianto’s gaze on him, he glanced up and winked, the smile sending a surge of heat to Ianto’s trousers and he bit down on his bottom lip as he thought ahead to the coming night and Jack’s new tasks list...

The rest of the day flew by and four o’clock was upon them before they realised it. Thanking the final customers and turning the door sign to ‘closed’ Ianto pulled the blinds down and moved to the centre of the room, calling Jack from the kitchen where he’d taken the latest tray full of dirty mugs and plates out to the dishwasher.

He held his arms out and sighed happily when they were filled with a warm, if a little damp and sweaty, Captain. “Thank you, Jack...I don’t know what you did, but it was amazing...”

“All I did was make a call to my mate at the local radio station and suggest he might like to do an outside broadcast...” he smiled, “it’s you that’s amazing...” he said softly. They gazed at each other, drowning in the intensity of emotions swirling in twin pools of blue, before lips met in a gentle kiss and the world around them faded away. ..

When Mica came back with a tray of clean mugs, they were locked in a tight embrace, hands tangled in hair and around waists, oblivious to anything but each other. Giggling, she called her mum.

Rhi smiled fondly, scribbled a brief note on an order pad and stuck it on top of the till as she dragged a faintly protesting Mica away. They closed the kitchen door quietly and headed for home...

When Jack and Ianto surfaced some time later they realised they were alone, grinning when they found her note. “Oh, that reminds me!” Jack dug in his pocket and pulled out his latest list.

Ianto folded his hand over the note and his Captain’s fingers. “I’m yours Jack...completely...” The older man smiled and led him towards the stairs...

tbc