All the time we have 7/8 + epilogue

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Title: All the time we have
Author: zazajb

Beta: The absolutely wonderful: badly_knitted 

Artwork by: the amazing penny_sieve 
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M

Warnings: mentions of character death end s2 and day 4 CoE
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – possible all s1-3 TW, plus radio 4 play The Dead Line: set between TW s2 & s3, directly after Radio 4 play The Dead Line
Summary: Following Ianto’s speech to Jack in The Dead Line, Jack tries to show Ianto he’ll never be just a blip in time

Word count: 23100

Written for TW Big Bang Round 2

A/N Not done anything quite like this before and I have to say I loved every minute! I have to say a huge thank you to my wonderful beta badly_knitted who shared the highs and sent me cookies and hugs when I was doubting my sanity [that’s a lorry-load of cookies and even more hugs!] Thank you *hugs close* Also special thanks to the amazingly talented penny_sieve who took my words and gave them life with her awesome artwork – thank you so much *raises a glass to you*

A/N 2 Hope you enjoy...xxx

 

 

All the time we have 7/8 + epilogue

Chapter 7

The sun had begun its gentle climb into the sky when they made their way off the roof and back to the hub, heading straight to the shower to warm their chilled bones. Emerging warm and glowing, Ianto reached into the wardrobe to pull out the spare suit he kept there, laying it out on the bed whilst he selected a tie. He sighed softly.

“What’s up?” a naked Jack slid his arms round the young man’s waist and nuzzled into his damp hair.

“That weevil ruined my favourite red tie yesterday...” Ianto huffed, “I really liked that one...”

“We’ll buy you a new one...today...” he nibbled lightly on Ianto’s neck, causing a cascade of delicious shivers to run down the Welshman’s spine... “In fact...hang on...” releasing his hold and turning round to dig his mobile out of his trousers pocket from their place of abandonment on the floor. He tapped out a quick message and pressed ‘send’ before dropping the phone on the bed.

“Right, I’ve just given Gwen the day off so we can have the whole day together without any female... um... distractions..! We’re going out for breakfast, then shopping, then...no idea after that! Make it up as we go along!” He picked up Ianto’s suit and hung it back in the wardrobe. “Wear those jeans and that Blue Gilly-thing t-shirt again...please?”

“The same t-shirt as earlier? It’ll be dirty now...”

Jack tugged the young man back into his arms and mumbled into his shoulder, “I want to put that t-shirt in the time capsule so everything will smell of you when I open it...so you need to wear it...” he kissed his neck softly, a whispered “...please...” melting away any protest Ianto had been planning.

He moved his head to capture his Captain’s lips, his fingers sliding through his hair, knowing how much Jack loved him to do that...the kiss sweet and tender as he lost himself in the knee-melting sensations of Jack’s mouth warm and responsive against his...

They pulled apart to draw breath, smiling softly into each other’s eyes, Ianto stepping back regretfully to reach for his underwear and jeans. He would willingly stay and kiss Jack all day...and all night...but that wouldn’t get them breakfast and he was hungry!

Once they were dressed, Ianto pulled his battered denim jacket out of the wardrobe and followed Jack up the ladder. They took the scenic route out on the invisible lift because Jack wanted to recreate the CCTV clip they’d watched, Ianto melting quite happily into his arms to be completely and thoroughly kissed until his head spun and his knees were weak... Releasing him, Jack entwined their fingers and tugged him off the slab towards their favourite breakfast and coffee bar.

They chose warm brioche and a cinnamon roast coffee, laughing as they fed each other, taking random pictures on their phones, a smiling waitress taking several of the two of them... It was relaxed and intimate and Ianto found himself falling in love with his Captain all over again...he’d never been so open...so untroubled...so...

He jumped as Jack planted a kiss on his nose, “...you’re thinking too much, Mr Jones, I can tell when you furrow your brow and you get that far-away look in those big blue eyes...what’re you thinking about?”

“You..!”

“Oh! That’s ok then!” he grinned. “Drink up...we’ve got shopping to do!”

Ianto quickly finished his coffee and took Jack’s outstretched hand, grinning inanely as the older man carefully entwined their fingers before tugging him towards the door. They strolled around the shops, peering into windows and shoving each other good naturedly. They stopped outside Sartoriani.

“I love this place...it’s one of the few places I know where I can really spoil you...” Jack leant in for a soft kiss.

“We’re here to replace a tie...a red silk tie...no Pretty Woman scenes today...ok?” Ianto grinned as Jack pouted. “Ok, two ties – one to wear and one to play with...” He chuckled as Jack’s pout vanished to be replaced with a knowing smile and he was dragged into the shop.

They were greeted by Mr Ellis, the owner and master tailor. Ianto headed for the display of ties whilst Jack wandered around casually until he saw that Ianto was immersed in his mission, numerous different shades of red draped over his arm... Jack sought out Mr Ellis and a swift conversation resulted in six new shirts in the Swiss cotton Ianto favoured being piled up on the table, colours ranging from the cobalt blue of Ianto’s eyes to a deep purple that Jack just had to see Ianto in... Adding a new white dress shirt for himself – it was high time he took Ianto out for a fancy dinner at St David’s - Jack handed over his credit card and waited for his Welshman to complete his choice.

It was another ten minutes before Ianto joined Jack at the desk, three shades of red still over his arm, “this one definitely, and one of these two...” he gazed absently at the pile of shirts, his eyebrows rising as Jack gathered all three ties and handed them to Mr Ellis for scanning, “we’ll take these as well, please...”

“Jack..?” he rolled his eyes.

His Captain grinned, “...saw these and couldn’t resist...” he held the purple one up against the young man’s body, nodding his approval at his own choice, gorgeous...just gorgeous...I’m going to enjoy taking that off him... He took the ties back from Mr Ellis and slipped them into his pocket, smiling as he received his card and receipt.

“I’ll have these sent to the Tourist Office in the morning as requested...” Mr Ellis said, smiling at the two men in front of him. It was obvious the older man enjoyed the pleasure from surprising his companion and it was gratifying to know his fine tailoring was so appreciated...and worn so well... He shook hands with them both as they left, the young man’s eyes sparkling delightedly...

Outside the shop, Jack pulled the ties from his pocket and studied them. He held up a deep red one. “This’ll look wonderful with that purple shirt...” he murmured as he cupped Ianto’s face and captured those wonderfully soft lips, relishing the feel of them under his own. He pulled the young man closer, breaking away from the kiss to just hold him tightly.

Ianto smiled happily, his face buried in Jack’s hair...these times together were rare and precious and he treasured every moment...

“Right...what’s next?” Jack released him and reached for his hand again as they walked back towards the main shopping centre.

“I need a birthday card for Mica, my niece...” Ianto tugged Jack into a huge card shop. Jack amused himself with an endless array of ‘rude’ cards while Ianto went off to find the age section. He selected one and walked to the till to pay, standing in line behind an elderly lady whilst the shop assistant explained how a ‘record-your-own-message’ card worked to a young couple at the front of the queue. Ianto peered round the pensioner’s white, set curls to see what the card looked like. His face lit up, Jack wasn’t the only one who could spring a surprise. He left the queue and went in search of said card. He grinned happily as he paid for the two items, his mind drifting as he pondered on his message...

He pocketed his change and went in search of Jack who was still chuckling his way through the ‘funny’ section.

“Done?” he asked as Ianto slid a hand under his coat to squeeze his arse cheekily.

“Mnn...” Ianto nodded, holding up the paper bag with his purchases in.

Jack glanced at his watch. “Nearly eleven...coffee time...C’mon...”

Ianto shook his head, amused. He loved seeing Jack so carefree...so normal... He dismissed the word immediately – Jack was many things and that wasn’t one of them! His heart swelled as a rush of emotion shot through him I love him...I’ll always love him... Ok, that solved the problem of what message to record in his card...

Jack stopped outside the bakers. “You get the coffee, I’ll get the pastries...meet back in ten, ok?”

Ianto dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his trusty stopwatch, grinning as he pressed the button on the top, “...that’s ten minutes and counting...” he said throatily, knowing that Jack was recalling exactly the same memory, the huge smile that spread across his Captain’s face confirming that fact.     

 Ianto spun on his heel and headed for the coffee shop, rubbing his thumb absently over the surface of the metal casing as his mind replayed those first forays into the many things one could do with a stopwatch and a bit of imagination...

They were both back in under ten minutes!

“This way...” Jack strode ahead, his coat billowing behind him. They found a bench down by the side of the duck pond and sat down. Jack dug into his carrier bag and handed Ianto a large sticky apple Danish before pulling out a second one for himself and then taking his coffee from the cardboard carry tray on the seat between them. The sound of mumbled appreciation of the sweet and sticky pastries floated on the air as they savoured the taste.

Ianto sighed happily, “...mmnn, that was lovely...did you pick up any napkins?”

“No, sorry...forgot!”

“Sticky fingers...” Ianto wiggled his fingers in the air, a startled gasp escaping his lips as Jack grabbed his hand and proceeded to suck his fingers clean one by one, becoming more and more provocative as each successive finger was released with a loud ‘pop’. By the time Jack was on the little finger of his second hand Ianto was wriggling on the seat, his body very attentive and craving far more than was decent in a public park in daylight!

He glanced at Jack’s face, then down at other parts, noting a similar reaction. He slid his finger out of the warmth of Jack’s mouth and pressed their lips together, pulling his Captain into a tight embrace as he kissed him hard. Jack’s arms slid around his Welshman’s neck as their tongues duelled for supremacy and shivers of desire ran through their bodies... 

They pulled apart when they ran out of air, hair dishevelled, faces flushed... Ianto straightened his t-shirt with trembling hands and breathed in deeply in an attempt to regain some control over his wayward body. Panting equally hard, Jack snapped a quick picture on his phone...Ianto looked edible and if they weren’t currently in the middle of the park...

With due deference to their surroundings, they sat and got their breath back before Jack delved into his carrier bag to bring out a loaf of bread, setting it on the bench. He leant down to untie his laces and slipped off his boots and socks, rolling his trousers up to his knees. Ianto watched these proceedings with his mouth slightly open, not daring to ask what inane act was to follow...well, that was until his shoes and socks were also removed and his trousers received the same treatment as Jack’s.

Tugging the Welshman to his feet, Jack opened the loaf and pulled out a dozen slices, handing half to the young man before stepping into the pond and wading out, the ducks scattering until he started breaking up the bread and throwing it all around him. Soon he was surrounded by ducks and a couple of elegant, but fierce-looking swans. “Come on...this is fun...bring the rest of the bread...”

Ianto grinned. Why the hell not! He stepped into the water gingerly. It was cold, but not that cold, although he didn’t want to even think about what he might be treading on..! The ducks paddled furiously out of his way, returning when he began throwing his bread. His face relaxed and he laughed with abandon when Jack broke a slice into small pieces and dropped it onto the swans’ backs, the ducks bravely darting in to peck the bread from the creatures’ backs before swimming away madly...

Seeing Ianto so free from worry or responsibility made Jack’s heart sing...he was doing this...putting that smile on his lover’s face...his lover...partner...yea...I want that...the couple thing...

Jack snuck his phone out of his pocket and took some more pictures, grabbing Ianto to him to take one of them nose-to-nose and then lips pressed together... They ran out of bread and waded back to the path, jumping up and down on the grass to both warm and dry their feet before collapsing in a giggling heap behind the bench.

“You’re mad, d’you know that?” Ianto gasped breathlessly, helpless with laughter.

“...yeah...about you...” Jack whispered as he gazed into his eyes and grabbed him, crushing their mouths together, his hands reaching to tug the t-shirt out from the young man’s jeans, needing to touch skin-to-skin...

Ianto melted into the embrace, kissing back hungrily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest and his stomach performing a series of back flips that would score straight tens in the Olympics! He shuddered as Jack’s hands roamed over his skin, bursts of fire erupting from every touch which all migrated straight to his groin. He moaned softly and pulled away... “Hub...now...” he rasped, reaching for his shoes and socks and scrabbling hurriedly at his still rolled-up trousers.

Jack did likewise before standing and holding out his hand. Ianto grabbed it and they walked purposefully towards the park gates, fingers entwining, stroking, squeezing...promises of sensual touches to come...

As soon as they were stood on the invisible lift ,which Jack activated with his wrist strap, they reached for each other, kissing hard and passionately as hands groped at clothing and they were partially undressed by the time the lift came to a stop. Staggering to Jack’s office they threw themselves down the ladder, shedding their clothes as they went to fall naked onto the bunk, each writhing against the other as desire raged through them. It was hard and fast and left them in a panting and tangled heap as their bodies trembled through the bliss of their release.

Jack lifted the covers and urged Ianto under them, reaching first for the Blue Gillespie t-shirt which the Welshman pulled over his head, before they snuggled up together, arms entwined, kissing softly until they drifted into a sated sleep...

Chapter 8 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/23212.html