Twos and Blues...2/?

[zazajb]

Tttle: Twos and Blues: 2/?
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 2550

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!

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 was going to post this on Friday but as schnuffie  asked so nicely...love those little smileys! Oh, more tomorrow night if I can finish it! Ok, scratch that as LJ was not able to co-operate... This now and ch 3 when I’m back from Harry Potter!

Twos and Blues 2/?

Chapter 2

How long he’d been sat on the floor Ianto didn’t know, only that his bum had long since gone numb and turning his phone over and over absently in his hand didn’t make it ring or magically conjure up a text message... He’d listened for sirens...two tones Jack said they were called, but heard nothing. He frowned, he still didn’t even know where the fire station was...

Precisely seven minutes later he was upstairs, laptop loading and a mug of coffee on the table beside him with Jack’s coat around his shoulders... It was girly, bordering on the obsessive but he didn’t care...it bought the man closer, surrounding him with Jack’s intoxicating scent as he typed Penarth fire station into Google...

He read swiftly and was soon immersed in the history of South Wales Fire and Rescue Service, drinking in the information hungrily as he clicked on link after link. Mica shouting up the stairs made him jump and he realised he’d lost over an hour and a half whist he’d been engrossed. He grinned to himself as he hung Jack’s coat back on the hanger and buried his face in the heavy wood for a few seconds before going downstairs to join his niece.

“Hi boss-man! Where’s your hunky fireman today then? Mum said the sign men came today...are we cooking?” she fired off in rapid succession before he’d even had a chance to open his mouth.

“Firstly, his name is Jack, and he’s not my hunky fireman...although he is hunky, I’ll give you that one! He was here a bit earlier but had to go on a shout...a fire call” he amended as Mica looked puzzled, “he was going to have some lunch but...” he paused realising he was explaining in way too much detail and changed the subject abruptly. “Come and see what the sign writers have done...it’s brilliant!” He led the way from the kitchen into the main shop space, enjoying the delight on her face as she took in the changes.

“I love the name unca...loveitloveitloveit and it looks like a proper shop now – a real coffee shop!”

“Thanks!” Ianto rolled his eyes at the brutal honesty of modern youth. “It’s really coming together now, the computers come tomorrow and then it’s all stations go for Saturday’s grand opening...” He grinned, “Right, you up for a batch of Welsh cakes? I still can’t get them quite right...”

“You burnt them again didn’t you?” Mica shook her head, “Jack won’t want burnt cakes so you’re gonna have to get it right! Come on, I’ll get the stuff out but you’re doing the work!” She strode purposefully back into the kitchen.

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” Ianto smiled to himself as he followed her, Mica was so like her mum! He pondered her comment about Jack, deciding to ignore it for the moment as technically there was nothing to comment on, although if that wretched bleeper hadn’t gone off...he caught his breath as he replayed the events from earlier and his body showed instant signs of interest... Quashing the steamy thoughts that were flowing eagerly through his brain and congregating in his groin, he tied his apron on and began mixing the batter under Mica’s watchful eye.

Whatever it was she’d made him do, it worked because they came out perfectly and they were just about to toast their success with a coffee for Ianto and a frothy hot chocolate for Mica when a soft tapping at the front door grabbed their attention. Ianto’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the huge grin light up Jack’s face as he hurried to unlock it.

“Can’t stop, but wanted to say sorry for running out on you earlier...” Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I couldn’t even text you as I’ve left my phone at the fire station and didn’t realise ‘till I got back to work, then went straight into another meeting ...” he paused, still holding on to the Welshman’s hand. “So, it’s drill night at the station tonight and I wondered if you’d like to come and look around, meet the crew...a chance to ask all those questions and see if you think you’d like to join us...I’d very much like you to join...”

“What time?” Ianto’s voice came out as a hushed whisper, distracted by the gentle stroking of his hand by Jack’s thumb. He leant closer and ran his tongue over his lips as the now familiar and glorious scent flooded his senses.

“Drill starts at 18:30 till 21:00, it’s the half yearly equipment checks tonight so how about just after eight? We’ll have finished most of them by then and you can meet everyone...hi Mica!” he added as she bounced up to join them.

“Unca thinks you’re hunky!” she said, giggling as Jack pressed a kiss to her cheek and Ianto flushed scarlet, tugging at his hand as Jack held it tighter to stop him pulling away.

“Mica!” he spluttered as Jack chuckled throatily and the sound sent his blood supply southwards.

“Well you do!” she grinned at the Captain, “do you want to try the latest batch of Welsh cakes? He didn’t burn them this time and they’re actually pretty good!”

“Can I have them to go? I’m running late...” He smiled as she nodded and skipped away. As soon as she was out of earshot he leant forward to whisper in the Welshman’s ear “I love it when you blush, Yanno...you’re so gorgeous..!” deepening the hue on Ianto’s cheeks still further as the warmth of Jack’s breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine and his trousers protested at the assault on their stitching...

Jack squeezed Ianto’s hand and released it as Mica rejoined them with a bulging paper bag. “Love the signage – great choice of name by the way...” he winked at Mica, taking the bag from her. “Thanks, I’ll enjoy these...so see you again soon...?” he looked pointedly at the young man who nodded minutely and smiled, the sight of those delicious lips reminding Jack just how close he’d come to tasting them earlier and he suppressed a low moan at the pulsing hot response below his waistline. “Right, gotta go...” he gave them a salute and turned to leave.

“What about your coat?” Ianto called after him.

“You keep it for me...that way I’ll have to come back!” he waved as he jumped into the SUV and sped away, leaving Ianto grinnng and Mica giggling.

“I like him!” she nudged Ianto, “...and you do too...don’t you?”

“I...er... Let’s get you home young lady, I’ve got something to show your mum...”

Mica fixed him with an intense stare that made Ianto feel like he was six years old again and explaining to Rhi, four years his senior, how he’d managed to break her favourite doll, “...and don’t think that changing the subject lets you off the hook! I know you like him, it’s obvious he likes you...” she shook her head, “...men! No, worse – grown ups!”

“I...um...” Ianto floundered, nodding mutely and then blushing as she continued mercilessly

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to say anything to mum? Your secret is safe with me...but I want to know what it’s like when you kiss him, k..!” She giggled and picked his keys up from the worktop, tossing them at him as he gaped at her.

Mica skipped out the back door and was waiting by the car, texting furiously on her phone by the time Ianto’d locked up and regained control of his faculties. He was quite pleased that she was distracted as he reversed the Audi out on to the road and headed for Mica’s home. As they turned into her street she finished her latest text and shoved the phone back into her bag.

“Unca Yanno, would it be okay if I didn’t come tomorrow after school? Lauren’s mums are going out and they’ve said she can have a sleepover... I’ll still be at the shop for seven on Saturday...”

Ianto smiled fondly at her “...of course it’s okay! You have a good time... He turned the engine off and slid out, going to the boot to haul out a large bag as Mica ran to open the front door.

Rhi looked at him quizzically as he put the bag down to give her a hug. “Is that what you told me about earlier?”

“Yep, I’ll just go put it on, and get the imp to put hers on too – she hasn’t seen it yet...Mica...staff meeting in the bathroom!” he shouted at her retreating back as she vanished up the stairs.

“I’ll make some tea...” Rhi chuckled as Ianto thudded up the stairs.

Five minutes later her brother and daughter sauntered back into the living room. Mica had her black school trousers on, a burgundy polo shirt with @Yanno embroidered on in gold, a cream apron with burgundy embroidery and her hair tied back with burgundy and cream ribbon. She twirled happily for her mother.

Ianto grinned as Rhi applauded.

“You like?” Ianto turned slowly, his charcoal grey three piece suit clinging to his body in all the right places, burgundy shirt and striped burgundy and gold tie completing the ensemble. He slipped the jacket off, “I won’t wear this but I do rather like it!”

As he turned back to the front, Rhi noticed the same gold embroidered logo on the waistcoat. “C’m here...” she choked as she hauled them in for a tight hug, “you both look fantastic and I’m so proud of you!” They wriggled free as she dried her eyes.

“See ya, unca!” Mica grabbed her mug and danced out of the room, heading back up the stairs, adding “got homework to do before dinner!” before her mother could ask.

“She’s a lively one, she is – knows it all already!” Rhi sank into her armchair.

“She’s been great company since I’ve been back and she’s worked so hard at the shop, oh, I made these today...” he handed over a bag of Welsh cakes, grinning as Rhi inspected them, tore one in half and took a tentative bite.

“Mmnn, nice...very nice! I think you’ve finally got it! Mam’d be proud...” A brief silence fell as they remembered their mum.

Ianto finished his tea and stood up. “Okay, gotta go sis, still lots of things to do...”

“Stay and have some dinner at least? I’ve not seen you all week...”

Shaking his head, Ianto picked up his suit jacket and the bag with his jeans and rugby shirt in, “Sorry, I really do have masses to do”...and a Fire Station to visit... he added in his head. “Say hi to Johnny and David for me...” he tugged Rhi in for a quick hug, shouted “bye Mica!” up the stairs, knowing she wouldn’t hear him as she’d have her music blaring in her ears, but old habits ...

“See you Saturday..?” he asked as he headed out to his car.

“I wouldn’t miss it...oh, and I love the new name...”

“Yeah, me too...Jack’s idea...” as he slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key.

“Jack? Who’s Jack?”

Ianto waved out of the window as he pulled away, “bye..!”

“Who’s Jack?” she repeated as he vanished into the distance.

In his car, Ianto was cursing his big mouth, shit, why’d he have to mention Jack? He knew Rhi wouldn’t rest until she’d found out who he was and why he’d had a say in the naming of the shop, which was why he’d pretended not to hear her as he drove away. His phone buzzed in his pocked and he grimaced, two minutes down the road and she was already on his case! It buzzed a second time and he turned the music up, blanking his mind to that particular problem as his thoughts drifted to a pair of sparkling blue grey eyes and a dazzling grin, a happy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he pondered his visit to the Fire Station...

Back at the shop, he gazed around the room, it really did look like a proper shop now! He grinned and bounded up the stairs to his flat, rejected everything in the freezer for dinner, settling on a bowl of cornflakes and some toast instead – hopefully that’d keep those butterflies under control.... He glanced at his watch as he dried his few dishes, just gone seven. He had time to change and...oh what the hell! I’ll keep this on... Instead, he went back downstairs, bagged up the rest of the Welshcakes and the shortbread, then made a small flask of hazelnut coffee. He put them by the back door with his keys and had just a few minutes calming his nerves as he pressed his face into the rough fabric of that wonderful coat...

Taking a deep breath, he walked purposefully down the stairs, gathered up his wares and headed to his car. The butterflies started the minute he turned into the Fire Station and parked next to the SUV. To buy himself some time, he pulled out his phone, expecting to see two texts from his sister. A huge grin spread over his face as he opened the first one Hope you’re coming tonight! J

“Yup!” he said aloud as he opened the next one, a blush flooding his face as he read the second ...in more ways than one? Can’t wait to see you! J His mouth dropped open as the heat spread from his face to gather hopefully in his trousers and he almost dropped the phone when it buzzed in his hand...

You planning on getting out of that car or do I have to come and get you? I’ve got the tools for it! J

Ianto looked in his rear view mirror to see Jack stood behind his car, a delighted grin on his face as he clutched his phone. Opening the door he slid out of the driver’s seat and stood up as the butterflies began their full scale Red Arrows routine. He turned to face the Captain, willing his legs not to buckle as he walked towards him...

“Hi, Jack...”


Chapter 3 on LJ  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/43878.html

and on DW http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/2819.html?view=515&posted=1#cmt515