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Title: Lost inside of you: Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17l, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – the Sea Queen comes home [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 6800
Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
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A/N This is for sassysailorgirl – another long time wait...hope you like it sweetheart...
A/N 1 Too big for single post, so in 2 parts - hyper-linked at the end of Pt 1
Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Part 1
Ianto pulled into their driveway and turned the engine off. I’m home, cariad... He smiled softly at the gentle warmth of his Captain’s mind nestled within his own and the declarations of love that flooded his head as he slid out of the car and opened the front door.
Walking into the living room his smile widened as he took in the panoramic views of the beach and the way the sun danced off the sea...this was something they’d never tire of as he shared the images with Jack who was still at the hub ploughing through his backlog of reports...
Entering their bedroom, he changed out of his suit and pulled on his battered old jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt and his Casmir Effect hoody before going into the kitchen. Pausing to start the coffee machine and lay out a tray of mugs, he headed down the garden to see how the work was progressing on the jetty. From where he stood, Ianto could see that they’d made tremendous progress since his last visit two days ago – the jetty itself was up and the protective ‘boat house’ for want of a better word was almost complete. He noted the particular workers and returned to pour their coffee, leaving one mug empty...no Joe today... He smiled, wondering if that meant Joe’s wife had had their baby...
Adding the biscuit tin to the laden tray, he made his way back down the garden and out of the gate towards the four men who turned to greet him enthusiastically. One by one, they claimed a mug and a couple of chocolate Hobnobs from the tin while Mike, the Foreman, ran through the progress they’d made since his last visit. “I think we’ll probably have it finished by tomorrow...” he said, “and I have to say it’s been a pleasure...a bit different from extensions and conservatories...and fantastic plans...”
Ianto grinned, thoughts of gentle blue eyes and a wind-swept mop of sandy hair flitting through his head. “Scott’ll be pleased to hear that...oh, any news on Joe’s baby?”
“Dana had their little boy yesterday...Gareth David...mum and baby both doing well...”
“Fantastic news, pass on our congratulations...” Ianto turned at the sound of excited barking and sank to his knees as two spaniels and an exuberant Jack Russell flung themselves on him, tails wagging madly. Captain Jack immediately began digging, showering him in sand...
Shaking his head, chuckling, Ianto hauled himself to his feet and waved as Scott appeared from his garden gate. Nodding at Mike, he went to meet the softly spoken architect and the two men hugged affectionately. “How’re you doing? The jetty’s looking good...” Scott released him and they wound their arms round each other as they headed back to the shore so Scott could have a closer look at his creation....
“Mike was just praising your plans...” Ianto told his friend, “and it should all be finished tomorrow so we can bring the SeaQueen home. If you and John are going to be around for a few days we could go out in her and once you know the controls, you can take her out on your own...a little love on the ocean wave.?!” He chuckled at the gentle blush and the twinkle in the other man’s eyes, feeling Jack laughing – and leering, knowing their own plans to christen both the boat and the boathouse at the earliest opportunity – back at the Hub as he followed the conversation...
Scott had a brief chat with Mike as Ianto collected the mugs and stacked them on the tray, before they headed back up the beach towards their houses, resuming their previous conversation as they went, the dogs streaking ahead of them.
“John’s home for about a week while they block the stage moves and he sorts out pictures and stories for his tour, then he’s back to the London house for another week of rehearsals and then he’s off all over the country for a month, starting in Oxford...I know he asked you and Jack to the Cardiff performance...”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world – I can’t wait to see all that energy up on stage and I want to hear him sing live – we bought all his cds...” His mind replayed watching Jack in his skin-tight white jersey boxers dancing round the hub as he bellowed out ‘Oh what a night’ when he thought he was alone – after putting his shields up so Ianto couldn’t see him...Ianto’d had a wonderful time teasing his Captain for days!
Scott grinned, “John’ll be pleased and he’ll probably personalise them all with suggestive messages for you!” He rolled his eyes and a soft smile lit up his face as he thought of his larger-than-life partner.
They’d reached the midway point between their two gates now. Ianto shifted his grip on the tray so he could bend down to pat the dogs, his mind momentarily distracted by a gentle rift activity, gotta go, love you... suddenly streaming into his head as he fussed an enthusiastic Harris. He straightened up and steadied the tray. “You got time for a coffee?” he smiled fondly into the other man’s eyes, thinking not for the first time about how much the gentle mannerisms and steadfast loyalty of this man reminded him of Tosh...their lovely and wonderful Tosh...
“Yeah, that’d be nice! I’ll just stick the dogs inside and then I’ll be round...”
They parted and headed for their respective gardens. Once back in his kitchen, Ianto began sorting out the beans for the New York blend that Scott liked best, dumping the workman’s mugs into the dishwasher and was flicking through the post when Scott tapped on the glass doors. He waved him in and poured the coffee. “Biscuit to go with it?”
“Nah, I bought these instead...” Scott chuckled as Ianto’s eyes widened at the three giant wedges of fresh cream chocolate brownie in the thin cardboard box he pulled from behind his back. “I know how you both like these so I got a couple extra...”
Ianto grinned, about to share the thought with his Captain before he remembered he was out on a rift alert...he filed the thought away for later, leading the way into the living room where they put their mugs and plates down on the coffee table and dropped onto the soft leather sofas. They chatted freely and enjoyably about Scott’s work, the dogs, John’s parents – who were due to arrive the following week – before moving on to John’s upcoming tour.
“I don’t go to them all...always the first one, the last one and obviously, the Cardiff one...I also love going to the Royal Albert Hall – it’s such an amazing building...just alive with history and fantastic architecture...” Scott’s blue eyes danced as he enthused about the majesty of the building, before he broke off, laughing, “sorry! I get a bit carried away sometimes..!
Anyway, I’ll go to that one as well and maybe one or two others, depending on work, where he happens to be on my days off and whether or not he’s close enough to one of the houses to come home for the night... Once he’s on the road it’s a mad mad few weeks with most of the travelling done overnight so they have this huge tour bus...quite fun and the sleeping compartments are surprisingly comfortable with a bit of imagination!” he twinkled at the Welshman who spluttered into his coffee at the sudden images in his head – Jack was back and enjoying every bit of the conversation!
Ianto nodded as Scott leant across to make sure he was okay, sending get back to work messages to his Captain before putting his shields up one point – just enough to not distract Jack, without shutting him out completely...a happy compromise they’d discovered over the past few months...
Reassured that Ianto wasn’t choking to death, Scott continued his tale, concluding with a hilarious account of himself and John frantically attempting to get dressed again as Jenny ‘fabulous’ – one of John’s dancers – showed her parents around the bus, gradually getting closer and closer as they were both still butt naked! Jenny had fortunately spied a bare foot bumping against the curtain and had moved to the other end of the sleeping quarters to show them where she slept. “We abandoned any thoughts of dressing after that and went back to snogging – much more fun!” Scott laughed with abandon as Ianto clutched his sides that were aching with his laughing so much.
“Now you see why it’s like living with a tornado! John has a way of lighting up the world and everything we do...you get to see a bit of that on his tour – he does a mix of songs and stories and photos... Last night he hooked out one of him in his Spiderman costume..!” he nodded at Ianto’s raised eyebrows, “yeah, he has his own Spiderman costume, Superman pyjamas and a wardrobe full of Captain America t-shirts...he adores super-heroes...give him time and he’ll get himself a shirt with Jack on it in that hero coat!!!”
Ianto chuckled, sharing that single thought with his partner, shaking his head amusedly as Jack preened in his office.
“I’m dreading what he’s going to say to go with the picture...he always tells stories of playing with his nieces and nephews – well he’s got such an active inner child himself! – but he likes to drop in comments for the grown-ups as well...it’s bound to be something about us tangling in Spidey’s little web or some other innuendo...but he loves it...” Scott paused to glance at Ianto, “You remember what I said that morning on the beach when I thought you were going to freeze your pretty little arse off?”
Ianto nodded, that conversation held deep meaning for him as it had been the realisation that he loved Jack enough to risk losing everything for the one chance it might bring him back... “I remember...every word...”
“I think you’ll see what I meant when I said I fall in love with him all over again when I see him on stage...he’s just so alive...”
They stared at each other, each aware of a deep and unspoken understanding of the other’s thoughts and feelings regarding their dynamic partners...
Ianto grinned and leant back, “so...tell me about the chaps, hot-pants and pink cowboy hat...” he chuckled and nodded as Scott blushed endearingly, “yep, we bought the last tour DVD as well...Rhinestone Cowboy..!”
The rest of the afternoon flew by, another coffee and much laughter later, Scott dragged himself reluctantly off the sofa. “I’d better go, I promised John I’d cook tonight - I haven’t seen him since Tuesday and I want everything to be just right for him...” he arched an eyebrow, “...so ignore any screams you might hear later!” He tugged Ianto into a warm hug, “thanks for this afternoon...been really good to spend time together...”
Scott released him and they walked back through to the garden for a final look at the jetty – the roof was now on and it looked finished, although Ianto knew there was still work to be done on the inside of the boat house...
Scott headed for the gate, waving as he vanished from sight.
Grinning contentedly, Ianto went back inside, stacked the dishwasher, prepared some chicken for their dinner, dealt with the few bills that had come in the post and was busy sorting out fresh bedding when two warm arms wrapped themselves around him and he turned into the embrace to be kissed senseless before his Captain took him to heaven, one passion-laden kiss at a time...
Dinner was very late that evening...
The next two days were a blur of weevils, harmless space junk, a Graske running amok in the pick-n-mix sweet section of Wellworths – fortunately at night so the only witness was the night security guard - a rift returner who needed transporting and settling into Flat Holm, a mindless attack of graffiti on the Tourist Office and a proud moment that brought a tear to their eyes and a lump to their throats when His Nids took his first flight – not far – as an exasperated Peter chased him out of autopsy for the third time that day and after hopping the bottom steps, he suddenly spread his wings and sailed to the top, but definitely a moment for Ianto’s journal as they all cheered and spun each other round...
Now it was late afternoon and they were all wilting, in serious need of a caffeine fix, Ianto thought as he came up from the cells after settling in their latest new guest. He glanced across to where Jack was talking to Gwen and Lois. Once in the kitchen he began sorting out the beans for a refreshing Columbian blend...
You going to help me make the coffee?
Ianto smiled as moments later his Captain crashed through the kitchen door and they fell into each other’s arms, weariness fleeing in the face of passion and need... Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as his lips were captured in a fiery kiss and Jack did that thing with his tongue...it made his every nerve ending tingle and he floated on a wave of euphoria, lips warm and inviting, hands threading lovingly through hair as the world faded away – it was just them...right here...right now...
They staggered backwards until they met the wall, Jack pressing his Welshman back against it as he ground their hips together, the red hot desire that coursed through them drawing a growl of want from the Captain as they broke off for much needed oxygen...
Ianto took advantage of the brief moment to spin them round, slamming Jack into the wall as he crushed their lips together and plundered his Captain’s mouth, passion building rapidly. Jack’s moans of pleasure were swallowed up as Ianto’s tongue took control and explored every inch of his mouth possessively, the young man’s hands moving so one caressed Jack’s face and the other tangled in his hair... Time stood still as they lost themselves in the embrace, Jack’s arms closing tightly around the perfect blue pinstripe-clad warm body, arching his back as his groin reacted to the heady sensations of being kissed to within an inch of his life...
They broke apart, breathing heavily and rested their foreheads together as their rapid heartbeats slowed and they relished the stolen moments. The last forty-eight hours had been brutal, with many of the alerts coming during the night and they’d resisted calling the team in, instead, charging from one side of Cardiff to the other as the rift spat out one thing after another...
“I needed that...” Jack breathed against Ianto’s ear, the almost touch of his lips sending trails of goose bumps down the Welshman’s spine and a fresh surge of heat to his groin. He groaned softly as Jack thrust his hips forward and twin arousals strained at the restrictive confines of their trousers. .. I want you...now... Jack’s thoughts swept enticingly across Ianto’s brain as his tired body screamed yesyesyes and it was with deep reluctance that he slid out of his partner’s arms and moved back to the coffee machine to pour the coffee for the troops, sending a gentle sorry as the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and nestled his chin into the Welshman’s shoulder...
After adding milk and sugar to those who needed it, Ianto reached into the cupboard to pull out a couple of boxes of Tunnock’s teacakes, chuckling at Jack’s sigh of appreciation as he added another box of the plain chocolate ones his Captain was particularly fond of, his smile softening at the heart-felt I love you so much...that washed over him, sending a delicious warmth that cascaded down from his head to his toes.
I know! Now you have to let me go so I can take these downstairs...
Ianto turned his head and their lips brushed lightly before Jack released him and opened the door, almost stumbling over His Nids as the tiny dragon pressed against his legs. Jack grinned and scooped him into his arms, rubbing the creature’s tummy so he purred loudly. Moving across the upper landing, Jack stopped just outside his office and watched fondly as Ianto dished out the drinks and sweet snacks.
Lois beamed as the Welshman handed her the ‘World’s Number 1 PA’ mug they’d given her for her last birthday – the mug had been filled with champagne truffles and an all-expenses-paid five star long weekend break at the Hilton with a West End show thrown in...their way of showing their appreciation for everything this amazing young woman had done. “Thanks, Ianto...ooh, teacakes..!” as she took two and set them down by the side of her workstation.
Gwen nodded and mouthed a silent “thank you” as she listened to Andy on the other end of the phone as the Welshman then disappeared down into autopsy where Peter was elbow deep in some weird crustacean that had been one of the many ‘rift gifts’ of the past two days.
“Thanks Ianto, one of each, please?” he said cheerfully as his ‘Hospital property – do not remove’ mug was placed on the dresser next to Owen’s battered old Gremlin’s alarm clock that had been rescued from the rubble – the clock didn’t work any more, but it was a treasured reminder of the acerbic medic... Ianto nodded and added one milk and one plain chocolate teacake to the shelf before heading back up the stairs and then up to his Captain who was still watching him with that smile on his face – the smile that told Ianto he was loved beyond his wildest dreams, that what he and Jack had was rare and precious and was worth every second of the pain and suffering and loss they had endured...
Now he intended to spend every day of his vastly extended life by his Captain’s side – be it chasing weevils, wading through slimy marshlands after some intermittent rift signal, stood on a lofty rooftop as they watched the sun come up over the city they protected, or writhing together in the wild highs of passion... He blushed as Jack’s thoughts focused on a variety of different ways of achieving those highs and his hand was grabbed as soon as he was within reach, the older man taking the tray from him before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss and he melted against the man he loved with all his heart...
Glancing up, Gwen smiled as she watched them, tapping out a brief message on her keyboard to both Lois and Peter before sending another to Jack and Ianto. When they came up for air and Jack reluctantly returned to work, he found Gwen’s email effectively kicking him and Ianto out of the hub for the next thirty six hours for some well-deserved down time... Yan...time to bring the SeaQueen home...
Ianto grinned happily as he slid into the Audi’s driving seat, following Jack’s progress in his head as he strode through the lower level passageways to where their speedboat, SeaQueen, was currently moored – well technically it was SeaQueen II as the first had been sacrificed in an explosive encounter with a giant alien jellyfish... I’ll meet you at the jetty... he sent as he pulled out of the underground car park, the current song on the CD player bringing a chuckle to his lips as he got another flash of Jack dancing with abandon in his underwear...
Jack was waiting for him in the boat house when he finally made it through the traffic and the roadworks and hurried down the garden onto the beach, pausing only to grab the bottle of champagne from the fridge and a couple of plastic tumblers. He scampered along the jetty and ducked into the low shelter, grabbing Jack’s offered hand for balance as he stepped down into the boat where he was wrapped into a passionate embrace and their lips met in a frantic kiss, the desire and feral want from earlier springing back to the surface...
Ianto moaned as Jack’s tongue swept the contours of his mouth, exploring with possessive intent before returning to tangle sensuously with his own, their hands groping at each other’s clothing as they scrabbled to reach the warm flesh below...
The boat rocked gently on the swell as Ianto’s eager hands pushed his Captain’s coat from his shoulders, then slid off his braces and began unbuttoning the blue cotton, pushing it off, before he tugged Jack’s t-shirt from his trousers and pulled it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor of the boat... Those hands ran over the smooth lines of Jack’s shoulders and across his chest, fingers spread to reach as much of his lover’s skin as possible. His fingers paused to tease Jack’s nipples, feeling them harden under the touch... Their eyes locked on each other, love blazing from twin pools of blue, the feelings intensified by their entwined thoughts and shared sensation...
Ianto’s hands slid down past Jack’s waist to fumble with the buckle on his belt, then the button...pausing briefly to brush against his Captain’s hot arousal before sliding the zip down... He sank to his knees to remove the older man’s boots, then socks, finally sliding his trousers and underwear down to leave him naked. He gazed up at him and smiled...a mix of love, passion and desire and as he drowned in the intensity of his beloved Welshman’s gaze, Jack knew that he would never love anyone as much as he loved this amazing young man...
Kissing his way back up Jack’s body, Ianto crushed their mouths together in a head-spinning, spine-tingling kiss as Jack’s hands scrabbled at his Welshman’s clothes, dragging them off him with desire fuelled urgency and they kissed and moaned, hot pulses of feral want raging through them...kiss following delicious kiss until their lungs began to burn and their lips were pink and swollen...
Ianto took a shaky breath in, attempting to slow the rapid pounding of his heart, to regain some feeling of control over his limbs after the knee-melting encounter with his Captain’s lips...he could never get enough of Jack’s kisses – they were like nectar and fire and dynamite all rolled into one and he wanted to drown himself in the spellbinding aroma that was just Jack...to be possessed...taken...it was intoxicating ...exhilarating...
Jack...I need you...now...
His moan was lost against his Captain’s mouth as Jack’s hands slid down his hot flesh and one closed around him while the other danced backwards, brushing the entrance to his body as Jack set up a slow rhythm, designed to tantalise without bringing release. Ianto arched into the touch, his body trembling as Jack tore his lips away and latched onto his neck, grazing his teeth over the soft skin, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, where he worried the tender flesh and sucked it into his mouth to leave a bruise, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body echoed in his own.
He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body in front of him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire reached fever pitch, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.
Jack...please...
Ianto whimpered as Jack’s hands and lips were removed from his skin, suddenly bereft as his body cried out for their return... Jack brushed their lips together, the softest of touches that sent shudders through the young man, before he was turned round to lean over the wheel as Jack reached for the lube he’d thoughtfully placed on the instrument panel. The boat rocked as the swell increased beneath them and Ianto grabbed the wheel, moaning softly as a cool finger slid into him. He pressed back against it, a gasp escaping his lips as Jack’s finger found that magic spot
More...please Jack...I need you...
Jack pressed gentle kisses down the Welshman’s back as he added a second finger and then a third, Ianto’s moans rising in volume as he turned his head to meet Jack in a messy open mouthed kiss that swallowed up the sigh of satisfaction as the fingers were removed and Jack slid into him until they were joined as one in mind and body. They broke their kiss as Jack began to move, Ianto meeting his every thrust as he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
Their movements became more frantic as they spiralled towards the bliss of release, tendrils of pleasure building resolutely in intensity, sweeping through them as every nerve ending tingled with electricity...so close...Jack, touch me...I want to feel your hands and lips on me...
Ianto’s orgasm cascaded through him and he cried out as Jack wrapped a hand around him and pumped firmly, at the same time as he sucked hard on the soft skin at the back of his neck, the exquisite shudders of pleasure that flooded his Captain’s mind and the clenching of his muscles sending the older man spiralling into oblivion with him and they floated amongst the stars. They slumped together against the instrument panel, sweat slicked skin cooling rapidly as they came down from their orgasmic high...
Jack pressed gentle kisses against Ianto’s back, before turning him round to capture his lips tenderly as he flooded his head with total love and devotion, the Welshman melting into the embrace as they lost themselves in the moment. They broke apart as the boat lurched sideways and they stumbled, grinning from opposite sides of the hull. Ianto shivered, goose bumps peppering his flesh and he reached for his clothes...
Not yet... Jack smiled, that same smile as earlier in the hub, and picked up his coat, holding it open for the young man to slip into as he smoothed the heavy fabric over his shoulders just like Ianto did so often for him, steering him gently towards the rear seat where he pushed him down and kissed him tenderly...
Jack reached into a locker and tugged out a soft fleece blanket which he draped around his own shoulders and then undid the mooring ties to cast off. He fired the motor and eased the sleek black craft out of the boat house and out towards the open sea. When they were about half a mile from the shore, he cut the engine and let down the anchor, moving to the rear of the boat where his Welshman sat smiling. He’d retrieved the champagne and tumblers from the tangle of their clothes and handed the bottle to his Captain who popped the cork and poured them each a glass.
They touched their tumblers together to toast their boat, the new jetty and the simple joy of being alive and together...no words necessary, just pure emotion as each felt the other in their head... Jack leant back and opened his arms, Ianto snuggling into them as they settled down contentedly to enjoy the feel of the boat moving with the swell of the waves as they shared the rhythmic beating of their hearts and the warmth of their embrace, kissing sweetly as they watched the sun dip slowly below the horizon.
It was dark and the sky was full of twinkling stars when they finally tied the boat up in her new home and pulled their clothes back on for the short trek up the beach to their house. Once inside they went straight to the shower where Ianto showed his Captain just how much he’d enjoyed the christening of the SeaQueen, with gentle touches, hot tongue-tangling, toe-curling kisses and plenty of bubbles... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other before they slid under the quilt and wrapped their arms around each other, kissing softly until they drifted into sated sleep.
