Twos and Blues...4/?

[zazajb]

Title: Twos and Blues: 4/?
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 4100

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! Thank you for your patience while LJ was out of commission – future 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...

 

Twos and Blues 4/?

Chapter 4

Jack pulled back gently from their marathon kiss so they could recharge their oxygen supply, lips barely a breath apart as they panted softly. Moving slightly he lay back so Ianto could get comfortable, the Welshman pressed in close, his head resting on Jack’s shoulder, legs entangled and one hand stroking the side of his face.

“You okay?” Jack whispered as he felt the young man’s body still trembling.

“Yep...more than okay...” he shifted closer and closed his eyes, the warmth of Jack’s body and the rhythmic beat of his heart pumping lulling him into a delicious state of drowsiness. “I never knew kisses could be so...so...intoxicating...” He felt fantastic and free, like walking on air and complete somehow, like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life. They were still fully clothed and hadn’t even attempted to address the hot arousals swelling furiously in their trousers...

Jack reached for his hand and entwined their fingers. “Kisses are only the start...there’s so much pleasure I can give you...share with you...” He squeezed their joined fingers reassuringly as he felt Ianto tense, “but not yet...tonight is about kisses and holding...” He craned his neck to press his lips tenderly to Ianto’s.

“Jack..?”

“Yanno...”

“Would you...I mean...do you think...would you...stay..?”

“Sshh, sleep now...”

“Jack...” Ianto mumbled sleepily, “Thank you...”

“No...thank you...” Jack whispered once Ianto’s breathing had slowed to quiet even breaths indicating that he was asleep, “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life...my Yanno...” Bringing their joined hands up to his lips he pressed a light kiss to Ianto’s knuckles before closing his own eyes to join the Welshman in peaceful slumber.

Ianto’s radio alarm clock announced the arrival of a new day with the delightful Kylie declaring ‘I can’t get you out of my head...” Reaching out a hand to slap the snooze button he encountered resistance in the form of a warm body pressed up against his own, an arm curled around his waist keeping him close... He blinked groggily, turning over to see Jack’s blue grey eyes just opening...

“Morning, gorgeous!” Jack leant in for a kiss. Ianto met his lips happily, grinning into the kiss as his butterflies got an early morning work out. “What?” Jack smiled as they parted softly.

“I thought it was all a dream...but you’re real and you’re actually here...in my bed...with me..!” the smile that curved the corners of his mouth set Jack’s heart pounding and the urge to capture those lips was overwhelming.

Cupping Ianto’s face with one hand as he pulled him in closer, he chuckled, “Technically, we’re on your bed...” as he claimed his mouth and Ianto melted against him, their tongues tangling deliciously as the kiss deepened.

A familiar shrill bleeping forced them apart, Jack leaping off the bed, somewhat breathless from their steamy snog, as he shoved his feet into his shoes – the only thing they’d removed the previous night – and leant down to plant a swift chaste kiss on Ianto’s lips. “Sorry...really sorry...blasted electronic haemorrhoid – bloody thing’s got no sense of timing! I’ll come back after...promise!”

Ianto flopped back on the bed as the downstairs door banged shut. A huge grin spread across his face as he thought back to the previous evening...Jack had kissed him...spent the night..! Tracing the outline of his lips with his finger – lips that still tingled from the heat of Jack’s kisses – he replayed every touch, every kiss, his body responding eagerly to the images in his head and his other hand strayed lower to press against the growing bulge in his trousers. He shuddered at the sensation before dragging his hand away and swung his feet over the side of the bed, biting his bottom lip as he caught sight of his crumpled attire in the mirror – the last time he’d slept in his clothes he’d been 20 and so drunk he’d passed out on the kitchen floor of Lisa’s best mate’s brother!

With a spring in his step he went into the bathroom where he turned the water on to warm before sliding into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He was wrapping a towel around his waist after an invigorating shower when he heard the tap on the flat door and Jack’s voice calling.

“Yanno, you there? Okay to come in..?”

Grabbing a towel for his hair, he hurried out, “Yeah, come up... That was quick!” He rubbed the towel over his wet hair as Jack came back into the room, the Captain’s eyes widening as he was greeted by the sight of a damp, almost naked Welshman. His gaze took in the soft downy hair on his chest that had his fingers itching to run through it, watching as a stray drop of water ran down his neck, trickled its way through the hair and down his stomach to soak into the towel around his waist. Jack gulped as his blood supply rushed south to gather hopefully in his trousers.

“Alarms at the rest home on Hazel Road – someone burnt the toast again – happens a lot! Owen went with six, I wasn’t needed, stop came in pretty quickly...” his voice trailed away as Ianto arched his neck to dry his throat and chest. “Fuck Yanno, have you got any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he growled, his eyes meeting the Welshman’s who read the desire burning deep within those blue grey pools. “You keep that up and I’m not sure I’ll be responsible for my actions..!”

Blushing wildly, Ianto stuttered “I...er...” the sight of Jack’s obvious arousal sending sparks of want down his own body. Throwing caution, and inhibition, to the wind, he opened his arms, staggering as Jack flung himself into them and crushed their mouths together, his hands running hungrily over the young man’s bare flesh. Ianto’s moans were lost against Jack’s lips as he was kissed into oblivion, his hands developing a will of their own to tug Jack’s shirt and t-shirt from his trousers before sliding nervous fingers underneath to trail over his warm skin below.

They moved slowly backwards until Ianto’s legs hit the sofa and they crashed down on to it as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths and passions rose. With supreme effort, Jack broke their frantic kiss, moving his hands to frame Ianto’s face. “I want you, Ianto Jones...God how I want you...but this is too soon and I want it to be right – for both of us...not just me...” He groaned, “If you knew what you do to me...and having you here, in my arms, practically naked...” He buried his face in the young man’s neck, breathing in that unique scent that was just Ianto...

“Jack...” Ianto’s voice was low, Welsh vowels sending fresh heat to the Captain’s groin. “I’m so hard...so hot...feels so incredible...never felt like this before...” he arched his back as Jack shifted slightly and their hips ground together, drawing grunts of pleasure from two sets of soft, pink, kiss swollen lips...

“I don’t want to take advantage...you’re too special...don’t want to blow it...” Jack’s voice was muffled against Ianto’s neck, drawing back as the young man began to shake, “Yanno...what’s wrong?” concern flooding his eyes, changing to confusion as he realised the young man was shuddering with suppressed laughter.

“You said blow it? You know what was on my mind right then..?” Ianto pressed their lips together softly. “You’re an amazing man Jack Harkness...and I know we need to go slow – hell, ‘till three days ago I was completely straight! So you do things to me too...things I never knew existed, you’ve given me the kiss of life, Jack...and I feel so alive...”

Cobalt blue pools gazed into blue grey depths and a smile spread over Jack’s face as he captured his Welshman’s lips to kiss him tenderly, deeper meaning mingling with passion to leave them gasping when they came up for air. Gently untangling himself from Ianto’s legs, Jack gave him a gentle push. “Go put some clothes on before I ravish you!” He smiled as the young man scrambled up, inadvertently flashing his bare arse as he grabbed at the towel to stop it falling.

Jack slumped back on the sofa and took a deep breath in an attempt to regain control of his wayward body. This man did things to him he’d not felt before...not even with John and they’d been together for five years...ancient history now...

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he dug it out, the message bringing a grin to his face. He pressed #3 on speed dial, “Morning Gav...yeah, that’s actually good news – yeah, had an eventful night...” knowing that Gavin, his executive assistant, and close friend, would assume he meant a fire, “...so as they’ve cancelled I’m gonna take the day off, make it a long weekend. I’ll see you Tuesday... oh, if you’re around tomorrow, there’s a new coffee place opening on Windsor Road, up by Windsor Place, @Yanno...if you wanna give it the once over...I’m told the owner’s a hottie!” He laughed, “yeah, thought you might! Okay, love to Stu, thanks Gav..bye...”

Hanging up, he looked up to see Ianto, now dressed in black jeans and grey Newport University t-shirt, watching him with a quizzical look on his face. “Thought I could make myself useful...if that’s okay with you? You know...sparrow rescue services...put out any fires when you burn your Welsh cakes...kiss any burnt fingers better...that kind of thing...”

“Breakfast and coffee first, then you can tell me more about the fire service – and yourself – while we work...deal?”

“Deal!” they grinned at each other. Jack looked down at his crumpled uniform. I need to go home and change, I’ve already had John commenting on the fact that I obviously didn’t go home last night...”

“John Hart? He was the one in the watch room with Doctor Owen last night? I wasn’t sure what to make of him – something about the way he looked at me...predatory...and he held on a bit longer than necessary for a handshake...”

“He was sizing you up...as competition...” Jack took a deep breath, this was coming out sooner than he’d wanted, but he needed Ianto to know.

“Competition for what?”

“Me...or, for working out if he’d have a chance at you himself...”

“He’s...”

“He’s my ex...oh, it’s ancient history now, we were together for five years back in the late nineties and it wasn’t a friendly parting...he went wild and ended up in rehab – drink, drugs, sex...you name it, he did it! But he’s over all that now...”

“Is he over you?”

“Mostly!”

“Explain...I need to know if I’m going to be facing an obsessive ex-boyfriend who’ll try and make trouble – don’t want bricks through my windows...”

“He’s fine, really. He knows that we’re never gong back to how we were, but that doesn’t stop him trying every now and again...it’s always no! And he’s a good firefighter...he knows that any more trouble and he’d be out...”

Ianto nodded and went back into his bedroom, returning with a pair of jeans and a comic con 2008 t-shirt. “These any good? Save you going home if you don’t want to...”

“Perfect...thanks!”

“Right, I’ll get breakfast on the go while you change...oh, and Jack...he’s no competition...got that?” Winking, the Welshman spun on his heel and vanished into the kitchen.

Changing rapidly, Jack joined Ianto in the kitchen, taking the coffee and plates to the dining area down the low step at the end of the room as Ianto piled the warm croissants up on the breadboard alongside the strawberry and apricot French conserve. He carried it to the table and dropped into a chair next to Jack. Planting a swift kiss on his lips, he reached for a croissant and tore it in half. “Okay, dig in...now, tell me more... “

“There’s nothing to tell,” Jack took a croissant and opened the apricot jam, “we had a wonderful two weeks of wild passion and adventure that took us five years to end!”

“I meant about the fire service!”

“Oh!” Jack looked sheepish, “okay, this morning we had AFAs – that’s automatic fire alarms, they’re wired into the main electric supply and can’t be turned off, that means if someone burns the toast then they’ll go off. It happens quite a lot, but you can’t ignore it – because the first time you do, it’ll be a real fire and any delay could be the difference between life and death... Now some properties have PDAs, pre-determined attendance, that means that there’s a minimum number of pumps, or appliances and control vehicles that will attend any call to that particular building, even if it’s a false alarm...for example, the hospital’s PDA is three plus the HP...the...”

“Hydraulic platform...I remember you pointing that one out in my cabinet the other day...”

“Good memory! Yeah, so if someone burns the toast at the hospital, they’ll get both of ours, plus one pump and the HP from the whole time at Cardiff... Most of the time we get there to find it’s a false alarm and can send the Cardiff crews back before they’ve even arrived, but one day it might be for real and with all those people inside who’ll need our help, not to mention actually tackling the fire or whatever the incident is, it’s reassuring to know that we already have extra help on the way even if we make up – call for more appliances and personnel...”

“Makes sense...and what’s ‘the stop’? You said it came in quickly this morning...”

“The stop is the message that tells control – and anyone else listening – that the incident is under control and no more pumps or personnel are needed. It doesn’t necessarily mean the fire’s out totally – on a heath fire the crews can be there for several hours after the stop, just damping down and making sure that it won’t reignite. The stop helps control to assess where all the appliances are around the county and make sure that everyone’s got cover – especially important when there’s a big shout...

We had a twenty pump one a while back and there was a pump from Caerphily in on standby while we were in the thick of the action...”

“Was that the Carpet Barn one? I saw that on the news.”

“Yeah, that was it, it was a nasty one as it wasn’t just the carpets – there’s the lino and other plastic flooring, all the packaging materials, the building itself and all those chemicals combine to give off some really shitty acrid black smoke – lethal if inhaled in any quantity – our uniforms stank for weeks afterwards! You’ve got all this to look forward to...”

Jack grinned and reached across to brush a crumb from the Welshman’s bottom lip, hitching his breath as his finger was suddenly sucked into Ianto’s mouth and held captive with his teeth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that had the Captain squirming on his chair.

“Yanno..!” he growled warningly, “it won’t take much for me to throw you over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carry you off to my lair...okay, it’d have to be your lair – but same end result!”

Ianto released the suction on Jack’s finger and it slid from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, the sound sending fresh spikes of desire through them. Standing abruptly, he picked up the plates and empty mugs and carried them back to the sink. After filling the bowl with soapy water he flung a tea towel at the other man, who caught it, chuckling. “No sparrows today then?”

“Nope, just wet dishes!”

Washing up done, they made their way down to the shop where Jack was swiftly set to work unpacking the huge box from the printers while Ianto threw himself into a mass Welsh cake production session, trying to remember all Mica’s tips to replicate the success of yesterday.

Once he was surrounded with his ingredients, Ianto was able to concentrate on Jack, watching as the Captain methodically stacked up the menus and order pads. “Tell me about Jack Harkness...” he said as Jack looked up, feeling the other man’s eyes on him.

“Hero firefighter or self-made man with own successful engineering firm?”

“Neither – tell me about the man behind the coat...the coat that I’ve still got hanging up on my bookcase, by the way!”

“Yeah, it looks good there!” Despite the grin, Jack’s eyes saddened and he looked away. “My dad was in the RAF – it’s his coat – and when he’d done his time he set up his own training school teaching flight engineering to private business and Government on private contracts. It was a novel venture and it took off, no pun intended, in a big way. Me and Gray, my little brother, never got to see him as he travelled around the country and then Europe... Mum started going with him on his business trips more and more – we were left with the nanny. She was lovely – Rose, her name was – she was fun and she would tell us stories about the stars and spaceships and we’d play at being great adventurers...

One Christmas Dad was giving an after-dinner talk to a gathering of politicians, mum went with him as it was a big hotel and...there was a fire and they died...I was eleven, Gray was six. We were put into care on Christmas Eve. Rose wanted to look after us, but they wouldn’t let her – she was unmarried and only twenty one...” He leant against the worktop, eyes gazing into the distance, remembering.

Ianto’s eyes filled with tears as he pictured the two lost children.

“She came to visit us in the Children’s home on Christmas Day, with her boyfriend, John Smith. He was a doctor and they were going to get married so they could adopt us. We were at the home for six weeks and then they moved us to Wales – miles away from everything we’d ever known, but at least we still had each other, until they split us up to put us in foster care. Gray was put with a family in Gwent and I was sent to Cardigan. They said we’d see each other every other weekend but it never happened...”

Unshed tears welled in Jack’s eyes and he blinked them away, staring fiercely at the menu in his hands without seeing it. “Gradually, the phone calls stopped too. I didn’t take that well...” he glanced up and shrugged, “I was angry, grieving and no-one bothered to explain what was going on...so I became the kid from hell – I used to get into fights at school, I bunked lessons, stayed out late, got drunk...I was a nightmare...” he grimaced, “hard to imagine isn’t it – me misbehaving!”

The look of vulnerability tore at Ianto’s heart as Jack dropped his gaze once more and resumed his intense scrutiny of the menu as Ianto abandoned his ingredients to pull it gently from his hand before wrapping him into a hug, breathing a sigh of relief as Jack sank into the embrace as he continued.

“Anyway, they were so patient with me until they told me one Sunday that Gray’s foster family had adopted him and emigrated to America. I lost it big time, smashed up my room, took my dad’s coat, my mum’s photo and legged it. In reality, I had nowhere to go so I ended up back at the house in my foster dad’s shed – he loved pottering around in his shed so I thought it would be a good idea to burn it down...” he bit back a sob and buried his face into the Welshman’s neck.

“Only...once... once it was alight it reminded me of how mum and dad died so I ran back up the garden and hammered on the door until somebody let me in – it was a neighbour as everyone as out looking for me. They called the fire brigade because it was really going well by now, and then the police to say I was safe...

The firemen came, put the blaze out and everyone went to bed. The next day the Station Commander, or Station Officer as they were called back then, came to see me. He took me down to the burnt out shed and explained how dangerous what I’d done was. He wasn’t mad, just wanted to try and understand me. He took me under his wing and started teaching me about the fire service and all sorts of other stuff – Cardigan was a retained station...and I started turning my life around. Six months later Rose and the Doc found me having finally got permission to adopt me and I moved back here. I kept in touch with station officer Newman until his death...he as a wonderful man and I try to live up to his memory...” his voice broke and he clung tighter to the other man, his tears seeping into the collar of his t-shirt.

Ianto threaded a hand gently through Jack’s hair while the other tugged him closer still as he whispered words of comfort in a mixture of English and Welsh.

Jack shuffled them sideways so he could grab a sheet of kitchen roll to wipe his eyes without loosening his hold on his armful of gorgeous Welshman. His voice muffled and a little unsteady, he continued, “Rose and the Doc were wonderful parents and encouraged me in every way – I carried on my work with the youth service that I’d started with the Cardigan Fire Service, and I took courses in engineering... that’s what gave me the confidence to start my own company when I was just twenty two...

The Doc retired from NASA and he and Rose now live in Norway so he can carry on his research into global warming. We talk on the phone and email of course, but I don’t get to see them that often... They still look for Gray whenever they go to the States, but I’ve accepted now that I’m unlikely to ever see him again – we had a private investigator looking for several years without success...I’ll never forget him...”

He pulled back and gazed at Ianto with somewhat watery eyes. “Still want to know me, now you’ve heard the mixed up, disaster story of my youth?”

“More than ever...” Ianto’s own eyes filled with tears, “you’re an inspiration Jack, and I want to know you completely...I don’t care how short a time it’s been, I want you...all of you...” his voice low and hoarse sent shivers through his Captain.

Trembling hands cupped faces as their lips met, the kiss slow and sensual at first, building in intensity until tongues were duelling hotly and frantic hands had tugged t-shirts from jeans and were wandering hungrily over warm flesh below. Jack gasped as they broke apart momentarily to draw breath, taking the opportunity to spin them round and press Ianto up against the wall as their mouths crashed together once more, the kiss wild and messy as passions rose and they lost themselves to mounting desire, hands reaching for belts, buttons and zips...

“Ianto, you in h...oh my God! Ianto!” Jack and Ianto pulled apart to blink dazedly at Rhiannon, faces flushed, hair wildly dishevelled, lips pink and kiss swollen, hands down each other’s trousers...

“Hi Rhi..!

TBC