Twos and Blues...8/?

Title: Twos and Blues: 8/? 
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 3150

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 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 8/?

Chapter 8

Once through the bedroom door they reached for each other, mouths meeting in a hot messy kiss that screamed need and passion, Ianto’s butterflies once more redefining the laws of gravity as they swooped and soared into the stratosphere.

Shaking hands dropped the order sheet on the bedside table and they fell onto the bed, limbs entwined as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths and desire burned on their skin. “What is it that you do to me?” Jack gasped when they broke off to recharge their lungs, his hands tangled one in the Welshman’s hair, the other curled around the back of his neck, keeping him close as they shared warm breath.

“Same thing you do to me...” Ianto breathed against his ear, sending delicious shivers down his spine. He shifted slightly to reach for the order sheet, scanning it swiftly, “you finished your list again...so that means you have to help my mouth discover your body...” He gazed into Jack’s eyes, “I want to know every inch of you...to taste you...feel your skin under my lips...” the hoarse intensity of his whisper had Jack instantly straining within the confines of his trousers, arching upwards as the Welshman rolled them over so he was straddling his Captain. “Tell me what you like, Jack...teach me...let me give you pleasure like you gave me...”

He leant forward to kiss him slowly, deep sensual sweeps of his mouth before tongue sought tongue and they slow danced as simmering desire grew. When they came up for air, Ianto’s lips brushed against the older man’s cheeks, eyelids and trailed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck, lingering at the sensitive spot behind his ear as Jack shuddered and moaned softly. He sucked the skin into his mouth, nipping and worrying it until he was certain he’d left a bruise, before soothing it with his tongue and moving down to kiss his way across Jack’s throat and up the other side of his neck, pausing to suck on his earlobe before returning to his mouth to kiss him into oblivion.

As Jack panted softly, Ianto moved backwards to get at his apron ties, the movement rubbing their hips together and delicious sparks of fire shot through them. “Lift!” the command obeyed instantly as Ianto tugged the apron off and flung it away to land on the floor. Jack’s blue grey eyes fixed on the Welshman’s lust-blown crystal blue ones, silently pleading for more as his t-shirt was pulled out of his jeans and up and over his head to join the apron on the floor.

Ianto took a moment to gaze at Jack’s naked torso before tentative hands made contact with his soft smooth skin, trailing them over his shoulders and down his biceps, feeling the hard muscles contract under his touch, before continuing down to his wrists, linking their fingers to bring Jack’s hands up above his head as he captured his lips once more in a sweet kiss full of promise...

Breaking away from his mouth, Ianto released Jack’s hands and pressed his palms to his Captain’s chest, exploring the warm flesh, fingers spread to cover as much skin as possible, as they ran lightly over the contours of his ribs and down his side before returning to tease his nipples as they hardened under his touch.

Jack felt Ianto trembling as the Welshman bent his head to press his lips to the base of his throat, warm breath tickled his skin and the touch sent hot bursts of desire charging through his veins, congregating hopefully in the front of his trousers. Shuffling back further on to the older man’s thighs, Ianto looked up through his eyelashes, Jack smiling encouragingly and moving one hand to thread through Ianto’s hair, a gasp escaping his lips as the young man’s tongue swirled round a nipple, his confidence building as he sucked on it, grazing with his teeth as Jack arched off the bed moaning loudly...

Ianto’s hands continued to explore as his tongue licked a trail over to the other nipple, giving it the same generous treatment until Jack was writhing under him, wanting more, breathless pants interspersed with YannoYannoYanno as a mantra, his breath hitching as Ianto moved lower, his tongue dipping into Jack’s belly button before the trail of kisses halted at the top of jeans. Scooting back up his body, Ianto’s mouth crashed against his Captain’s and they kissed hotly, tongues swirling frantically as senses soared.

Jack’s belt resisted briefly as the Welshman’s fingers scrabbled at the buckle, then the button and finally the zip succumbed to his attention and he pulled his mouth away, climbing off the other man who whimpered as the heat of his body moved away. Ianto grinned and undid the laces on both his and Jack’s shoes, sliding them off and kicking them away before socks were dumped unceremoniously on top of the heap. He sank to his knees and sucked Jack’s left big toe into his mouth, the action taking the older man by surprise and he jerked up into a sitting position, his mouth falling open at the simply fucking erotic sight of those pouting pink lips wrapped around his toe... Ianto’s teeth grazed over the pad and Jack couldn’t stop the low moan that fell from his between his lips as the image of that mouth wrapped around another part of his anatomy charged into his head sending fresh heat surging to his groin and he sank back against the pillows...

Ianto worked his way methodically over Jack’s left foot, then moved on to his right before climbing back onto the bed to hook his hands into the waistband of the Captain’s jeans and then drag them off, slowly, watching the shudders that shook the older man’s body as the air hit his warm flesh. The jeans were added to the discarded clothing pile on the floor, leaving Jack almost naked.

Moving back to Jack’s squirming body, Ianto proceeded to lay a trail of warm wet kisses over his shins, then his knees and finally up the outside of his thighs. Jack was in a state of whimpering super-charged arousal by the time the Welshman’s mouth nudged the hot hard swelling through his now damp, tight white trunks. Nibbling though the fabric Ianto cast a swift look up to see Jack’s eyes closed, head arched back against the pillows, hips thrust forward in anticipation and he grinned to himself he’d done this...his hands...his mouth...

The thoughts died away as he finally tugged the trunks down and flung them aside, his lips closing over their final destination and he gave himself completely to Jack’s pleasure, faithfully remembering everything that the other man had taught him until Jack was left a gasping, sated heap, tingling from head to toe as his climax ripped through him and he saw stars...

Melting into Jack’s open arms, Ianto sighed happily as they kissed tenderly, his tongue chasing the lingering taste of Jack into his own mouth and his Captain held him tightly...possessively...and he was powerless to stop the huge grin lighting up his face as he snuggled in closer.

They lay in contented silence, fingers entwining and soft brushes of lips as Ianto felt himself drifting off, a sharp squeeze of his hand pulling him back from the brink of sleep. Jack smiled at him as he blinked drowsily “We should get you out of those clothes if you’re going to sleep...” he tugged lightly on Ianto’s tie, “I must be slipping – you’re still fully dressed!”

The Welshman chuckled, “nothing on the list that mentioned undressing me...” He pressed their lips together softly, “you want to improvise?” an eyebrow arched invitingly and Jack felt his body responding instantly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Share a shower..?” Ianto laughed as Jack leapt off the bed and dragged him bodily into the bathroom. As the water warmed, Jack undressed him slowly, folding each item of clothing carefully before wrapping a naked Welshman into his arms to kiss him passionately, tongues duelling hotly as blood supplies fled south and they ground their hips together, wild desire building...

Sliding under the steaming spray they resumed their frantic kisses, hands roaming freely over wet skin, finally breaking apart to draw breath, panting hard. Ianto reached for the shower gel, puzzled when Jack shook his head, the reason suddenly obvious when his Captain sank to his knees, grasped Ianto’s hips and his mouth closed over him. Ianto gasped, arching his neck back, low moans of pleasure falling from his lips as Jack went to work with tongue and teeth, driving the Welshman to the edge as waves of bliss rolled through him.

He was on the verge of explosion when Jack’s fingers trailed backwards to brush the entrance to his body and a new spike of pleasure merged with the incredible sensations already driving him into freefall and he cried out Jack’s name as the older man slid up his body to crush their lips together and they kissed pleasurably as the water cascaded down on them.

“Jack, that wa...” his breathless words were cut off by the insistent shrill bleeping from the alerter as it vibrated its way along the shelf.

“Bugger! Is it after six?” Jack grabbed at his watch with a wet hand and peered at it, “okay, gotta go sweetheart...” he planted a hasty kiss on Ianto’s lips and left the bathroom at a run, towelling rapidly as he went. The outer door banged shut shortly after leaving Ianto alone in the shower, weak at the knees and more certain than ever that he wanted more of this amazing man who’d been part of his life for less than a week...

He washed quickly, shampooed his hair and turned the water off. Wrapping the towel around him he padded back to the bedroom to find Jack’s towel on the floor and his jeans and trainers gone, his socks were still there and so was his t-shirt - on the floor almost under the bed. Pondering the question - had Jack gone out bare chested, he discovered that his Newport Uni t-shirt had gone from on top of the laundry basket – that solved that particular mystery...

Dressing in jeans, and, after a brief internal struggle which reason lost, Jack’s maroon t-shirt and apron, he went back down to the shop and through to the kitchen where he sorted out what he needed to make for the following day. He was well into a large batch of Welsh cakes when his phone rang. Digging it out of his pocket his heart leapt at the caller ID, “Jack!”

“Hi gorgeous!” The Captain’s voice was muted, obviously he was trying to keep the call from being overheard. “I’m in Cardiff on standby – they’ve got a furniture warehouse going up, looks like it’s going to be a long one... Make sure you have something to eat and I’ll see you later....don’t wait up – this could take...” he broke off as a loud siren sounded in the background “that’s us going to the fireground, sorry, gotta go again! Love you, Yanno...” and then he was gone before Ianto had a chance to reply.

He gazed at his phone as a delicious warmth spread through him, “love you too, Jack...” he whispered to the empty air before sliding his phone back into his pocket. With renewed energy he managed another perfect batch of Welsh cakes, some orange shortbread and made himself a toasted cheese sandwich and a @Yanno blend coffee while his giant chocolate cake was cooking. After counting the takings and doing the necessary paperwork, he did his washing up and restocked the cups and plates from the clean ones in the dishwasher while the sponge was cooling, finally adding the cream filling and crushed chocolate topping a few minutes to eleven.

He’d heard nothing more from Jack so assumed he was still out fighting the fire...or maybe he’d decided to go home as it was late. His stomach sank horribly as he considered the thought that he might wake up alone...how had Jack done this to him in such a short time? Pull yourself together Jones! He grinned wryly as his head was flooded with images of Jack’s smile, that expression in his eyes as he moved in for a steamy kiss, the most recent encounter with him writhing as Ianto’s tongue teased him mercilessly...

He was well and truly smitten and there was nothing he could do about it he concluded, as his jeans became uncomfortably tight and he bit his lip hard in an effort to distract himself. Knowing that sleep was still far off he grabbed his recipe book and flicked through it before throwing himself into a baking frenzy.

As he lifted the cinnamon thins and almond fingers onto cooling trays he finally felt the tiredness creeping over him. Throwing his washing up into the dishwasher he checked everything was locked up and headed back up to his flat. A quick wash and teeth clean later he was stood in front of Jack’s coat. He resisted for a split second before sliding it off the hanger and taking it through to the bedroom. With Jack’s scent surrounding him he was asleep in minutes.

Jack rubbed his eyes wearily as he bid farewell to his equally tired crew and they made their way to their respective cars. As he pulled out of the station he considered going home – two fifteen in the morning was not really a time to be disturbing Ianto... His resolve crumbled as he thought about waking up alone and moments later he was tapping the entry code into the outer door. He let himself in quietly and went into the kitchen for a glass of water, a fond smile lifting the tired lines on his face at the note, the flask and the pile of sandwiches. Despite the lateness of the hour his stomach rumbled appreciatively and he sank into a chair as he devoured them hungrily. Two cups of his favourite hazelnut blend later he was yawning - even the caffeine wouldn’t keep him awake now...

It was close on three o’clock when he finally made it into the bedroom and the sight brought a huge grin to his face. Ianto was half under the covers, his arms were wrapped tightly around Jack’s coat as his face rested against the rough fabric and a gentle smile parted his soft and sensual lips. Moving closer, Jack surveyed the sleeping man – he looked so young and innocent in sleep and Jack fought an overwhelming urge to crush his mouth down on those perfect pink lips and kiss him to the stars and back. Instead he dug his phone out of his pocket and captured the image for posterity.

Shedding his clothes swiftly on to the floor next to the bed – middle-of-the-night fire calls making rapid dressing a priority – he slid in next to the Welshman and pressed in close. Ianto stirred and turned over towards him - without releasing his hold on the coat causing Jack to smother a chuckle as he was met with a face full of heavy wool. He tugged it gently from the young man’s grasp, Ianto’s eyes opening sleepily.

“Jack?”

“Hey sweetheart, you don’t need the coat now...you got the real thing back!” he pressed a kiss to the end of the young man’s button nose before folding his coat into a soft heap on the floor. Turning back he held out an arm as Ianto moved to snuggle in tightly. “Now back to sleep...”

“Jack?” he mumbled, blinking drowsily

“Yeah?”

“Love you...” the Welshman’s eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep leaving Jack with a huge smile on his face before he followed him into much needed slumber.

The alarm clock went off far too soon for their liking, a well-aimed hand swiftly dispensing with Michael Jackson as Jack hit the snooze button and rolled back over, without opening his eyes, to spoon around Ianto’s warm back as one arm draped possessively around the young man’s waist.

Ianto sighed happily and wriggled closer, the action awakening certain parts of Jack even if the rest of him was still asleep! They lay contentedly, half awake, warm and cosy in their own little haven away from the rest of the world...a haven that was invaded once more as nine minutes later the alarm went back off. They left it this time, the beautiful sound of Eva Cassidy much gentler on their ears than Thriller had been earlier!

Ianto turned over to face his Captain, hands gently cupping faces as lips pressed together lightly, “morning beautiful!”

Ianto blushed endearingly, “men aren’t beautiful...” he muttered, running his fingers through sleep-tousled hair.    

“They are from where I’m laying...and don’t you have a confession to make?”

“...confession?” Ianto looked confused.

“How long have you had this coat fetish?”

The pink cheeks turned scarlet as Jack dragged his coat up on to the bed, “I...um...five days...” he gazed into Jack’s eyes seeing nothing but warmth and desire swirling in those blue grey pools, “since the day I first saw you...”

Jack gulped and leant closer to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss, “I want you in it...now” his voice pitched low as his eyes blazed with love and desire.

Ianto climbed out of bed and pulled on the heavy coat. Jack’s eyes raked up and down hungrily, the paleness of the Welshman’s naked body contrasting with the dark fabric to send wild pulses of desire raging through him. He held his arms open as Ianto threw himself into them, their lips meeting in a frantic kiss, tongues twisting and probing with desperate need to possess.

Pulling his mouth away, Ianto buried his face in the other man’s neck as he breathed into his ear, “make love to me, Jack...”

tbc