zazajb | Twos and Blues...9/?

Title: Twos and Blues: 9/?
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, although you might recognise some of my favourite scenes!
Summary: Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words: this chapter 4250

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 9/?

Chapter 9

Jack moaned and reclaimed Ianto’s lips, pouring a multitude of different emotions into the kiss to leave the Welshman a trembling heap when they broke off for air. Cupping his face, Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes “...are you sure? Really sure?”

“Yes...I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life...please Jack...I’m yours...”

Pressing hot wet kisses all over Ianto’s face, Jack slid his hands under the heavy coat to pull him in closer, delighting in the smoothness of his skin against the roughness of the wool... He ran his fingers down his spine to cup his buttocks, grinding their hips together, wanton moans lost against each other’s mouths, their kiss wild and messy...

“I want you so much...” Jack’s growl against his ear had Ianto panting with desire and he pressed closer still.

“Take me now...please...I want to feel you...wan...” He froze as a volley of knocking on the shop door downstairs slammed into the party. “What the..?” he groaned and buried his head in Jack’s neck. “Who the fuck is banging on my door at...” he squinted at the clock, “...twenty to seven on a Sunday morning?”

“Ianto...you up yet?” a deep baritone floated up from outside.

“I was well on my way!” Ianto muttered as Jack kissed his nose, “you’d better go find out what he wants!” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows as Ianto gave him a rueful smile and wriggled out of his arms, buttoning the coat up as he headed towards the stairs. Jack reached for his jeans and pulled them on, not bothering to do them up, and followed him, stopping at the bottom of the stairs out of sight.

Ianto had reached the door and was unlocking it, “Ted..?”

Deep Welsh vowels mingled with Ianto’s softer tones resonated back “Morning Ianto, sorry to disturb you so early, Nerys knew you wanted these for your staff so she did them yesterday and last night...you know we’re off to Spain this morning...well, in half an hour actually...she wanted you to have them before we went...” he held out a large bag.

Ianto took it, feeling his face colouring as Ted scrutinised his unconventional attire, “Thanks...please thank Nerys for me and we’ll have a good catch up when you get back...”

“I like the coat...1940s...unusual dressing gown...but it must be nice and warm...” Ted leant against the doorframe and eyed Ianto’s face curiously as the blush deepened.

“I was just about to get into the shower...” he spluttered, thankful that the loose fit covered his very obvious reaction to the images that flew through his mind about the owner of said coat.

Ted reached out and patted his shoulder, “I won’t keep you...have a good day – I heard you yesterday on the radio at work...we’ll come in for a coffee when we get back...you get back to your shower...”

Ianto smiled weakly, “thanks again, Ted, you have a great holiday...”

Nodding, Ted walked back towards his car. Ianto waved briefly and dropped the bag on the counter on his way to the stairs, his mouth gaping at the erotic sight of Jack leaning on the wall; bare feet, bare chest, jeans on, fly open...it was a picture that sent fresh heat surging to his groin and he threw himself into Jack’s open arms as their mouths crashed together, the kiss hungry and possessive...

They came up for air long, pleasurable minutes later, panting hard, as Jack’s hands finished unbuttoning the coat, entwined one hand with the Welshman’s and led him back up the stairs...

They’d almost reached the top when energetic tapping on the back door broke into the sexually charged atmosphere. “Now what?” Ianto pulled his hand from Jack’s and thudded back down the stairs, his frustration evident, to open the back door.

“Ianto! Rhi tells me you’re taking it up the arse!”

“Chance’d be a fine thing!” Ianto muttered darkly under his breath, thinking about their twice-aborted attempts to take that final step, as Johnny smacked him on the back and breezed in, followed by the rest of the family and another teenager Ianto recognised as Mica’s best mate, Lauren.

Rhi looked at her brother’s state of undress as he hugged the coat around him. “Not again!” she laughed and rolled her eyes. “Where is he?”

Ianto shrugged, “probably running for the hills with all this,” he bit his lip, wondering...what if Jack couldn’t take his family...Johnny was an acquired taste...fuckfuckfuck...

“You okay?” Rhi looked concerned as the colour drained from Ianto’s face, his mind supplying reason after reason for Jack to make some excuse and leave...

A familiar figure weaved through the mass of chattering bodies in the kitchen to drape an arm around his shoulders and press a light kiss to his temple “he’s good...we’re good...” the message evident as he met the Welshman’s eyes. Jack turned to Rhi, “...sorry, I was in the bathroom, Yanno was going to make some coffee...” he winked at her and she thought again how bloody lucky her little brother was!

Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly, “I’ll sort the breakfast bits out and introduce myself, you go get ready...”

Ianto’s butterflies, which had gone into panic mode, now turned somersaults until they were dizzy as the Welshman hugged Jack tight and kissed him soundly, oblivious to the admiring stares from his family, releasing him somewhat breathless before hurrying upstairs to dress, his heart singing with mixed joy and relief. He washed rapidly and dressed in his @Yanno uniform, heading back down to the others still buttoning up his waistcoat...

He found everyone in the shop listening intently to one of Jack’s fire stories, one he recognised from the other day with Tosh and Owen. The aroma of fresh baking drifted in from the kitchen so he moved towards the coffee machine to start the drinks for their breakfast. Jack finished the tale to squeals of laughter from the ladies, a snort from David and a ‘that’s bloody brilliant!” from Johnny, as he moved to join Ianto by the machine.

“You okay sweetheart?” Jack pressed in close, concern evident in his voice.

Leaning into the warmth of his Captain’s body, Ianto paused in his bean grinding to flash a brief grin at the other man, moving one hand to brush his thumb over Jack’s lips. “I’m fine...really!” he insisted in response to the raised eyebrow, “...though I can attest to being very horny and sexually frustrated and you can write your own jobs list today...I think you know what your final task will be....” He turned to arch his rapidly responding arousal against Jack’s thigh.

“You know I’m going to be hot for you all day...” Jack’s voice dropped an octave as he growled into the Welshman’s ear before moving away and vanishing into the kitchen. Ianto took a deep breath to slow his pounding heart beat and concentrated on making the coffee, calling Mica and Lauren over to help sort out mugs and plates.

Jack and Rhi brought the various pastries through to the two tables Johnny had pushed together and they all sat down to share a riotous, good humoured family breakfast. Johnny and David were going on to the Sunday morning football, Rhi was staying to help again and Lauren was swiftly drafted on to the staff.

As they sat back to finish their drinks – New York blend all round, apart from a hot chocolate for David, Ianto suddenly remembered the delivery that Ted had brought earlier...terrible-timing earlier he mused... He retrieved it from under the counter and moved to the table nearest the gathering to unpack it. Next he handed embroidered @Yanno polo shirts to Rhi, another one for Mica, Lauren and a surprised Jack who immediately stood up, tugged his black A&F t-shirt off and pulled his new top on.

Ianto, Rhi and the girls had stopped and simply stared, enjoying the view as Jack’s naked torso made a brief appearance, the two teenagers giggling before grabbing their shirts and vanishing to change up in the flat. Rhi grinned and took hers into the kitchen to put on. David and Johnny began gathering the plates and empty mugs and took them through to the kitchen leaving Jack and Ianto alone for a moment.

Jack stroked a finger over the logo on his top, his face thoughtful. Ianto watched him anxiously, wondering if he’d assumed too much...Jones, if you’ve blown it...he cursed inwardly, you should’ve checked first...he might not want a stupid staff t-shirt...shitshitshit... He jumped as Jack’s fingers entwined with his own and were tugged towards Jack’s lips where a gentle kiss was pressed to his knuckles.

“Thank you...” Jack’s voice was soft...sincere... “I was just thinking about how much this name has changed my life...” he moved their joined hands back to the logo, “how you’ve changed my life...” He smiled, that just-for-Ianto little smile that the Welshman had come to recognise as his own, “and I’d really like a written jobs list...I want to know that it’s in my pocket all day...knowing that later...”

Ianto shivered as hot fingers of want spread out from his stomach and rampaged happily through his body, coming to rest just south of his belt. He leant closer to Jack, their lips just millimetres apart when the girls bounded back into the room, chattering happily. Ianto sighed and straightened up – it was their day for interruptions he thought ruefully, making a mental note to turn the phones off and lock all the doors later! Nothing was going to distract him tonight...

He moved back to the counter and turned the radio on, checking the time...fifteen minutes ‘till opening. He left Jack moving the tables back before making sure all the condiments were fully stocked and the shop was ready, nodded approvingly as Mica showed Lauren how to work the till and where all the stocks were and went through to the kitchen to get the various cakes, biscuits and giant cookies for the counter and to check Rhiannon was okay. She was just saying goodbye to her husband and son who thanked Ianto for breakfast and promised to spread the word at the football club!

After checking his sister was happy to repeat her role from the previous day, Ianto returned to the shop, quickly scribbled out a jobs list, handing it over with moments to spare before Jack opened the door to their first customers of the day, among them Rhys Williams from the fire station. He ginned at Jack affably, “morning Captain...a very fetching look...Tea boy got you working?”

Jack chuckled, suddenly realising that Ianto would have to get used to being called that as it was bound to be his nickname once he joined the brigade... “I volunteered – coffee’s great and some great perks..!” he patted the logo and thought of the order sheet in his pocket... They chatted amiably as Rhys waited in the queue. Jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Digging it out he saw it was a message from Gwen. Morning Captain, thought we might get the station down to @Yanno for breakfast if you’re not busy? TB, Gwen x

“Message from Gwen...” he showed it to the other man, noticing the dreamy look that came over his face. He replied quickly, saying it aloud so Rhys could hear. Already here, so’s Rhys... Capt J

“I wonder how many others she’s asked?” Rhys wondered out loud.

“Quite a few came yesterday, Tosh and Owen, Pete, Nick...I think they like each other those two, Spook brought his entire family in – mum, dad, gran, two sisters, the lot! and Pup came in with his missus...”

“No John yet?”

“No...but no surprise there! Oh!” Jack’s phone buzzed. On my way, mine’s a chocolate truffle if they’ve got it! G x

Rhys grinned, “I’ll order it when I get mine...see you in a bit!” he grinned as Jack moved back towards the counter, winking at Ianto as he passed and their eyes met briefly.

After checking that Rhi was happy in the kitchen Jack returned to the main shop. With Lauren now on table clearing and front-of-house stock duties, he had time to appreciate his Welshman’s expertise as he watched him at work on his craft. Long, slim fingers mixed beans with an elegance and economy of movement to create a perfect blend every time...his expression one of concentration until a smile curved the corners of that soft and sensual mouth – that mouth he loved to kiss until his lips were pink and swollen - when the creation was handed over... Jack gazed, committed those images to memory and fell in love all over again...

“Jack..Jack...Captain!”

“Eh? Sorry..!” Jack came out of his daydreams with a jump.

Ianto grinned at him “Could you get me some more mugs please...I’m running low...”

Grinning back, Jack vanished into the kitchen, just as Gwen came through the shop door. Her eyes roamed the tables, spotting Rhys she went over to join him. “Where’s Ja...the Captain?” she asked in response to his greeting.

Raising his eyebrows a little at her abruptness he waved her to a chair, “gone out back I think,” he shrugged. “I’ve got your chocolate truffle blend and I’ve ordered us the breakfast special, they’ll bring it over in a minute – just waiting for something to come out of the oven she said...”

Gwen nodded, her head still swivelling to scan the shop every few seconds as she gave half attention to Rhys’ conversation. “...he’s a good lad, that Ianto...dry sense of humour and he likes rugby...said he’d love to come to a game with us...” He broke off as Jack reappeared with two plates, each with a croissant, pain au chocolat and three cinammon twists on it and placed them in front of his fire service colleagues. “Sorry about the delay – had to wait for the cinnamon sticks – they’re really popular today!”

Gwen’s mouth fell open as she took in his staff shirt. “You’re working here?” her voice an incredulous squawk.

Jack shook his head, grinning, “Nah, just helping out...coffee’s good and the perks are amazing!” he winked as he caught Rhys’ eye, knowing that the other man had long since worked it out. “Yanno says he’s coming to a game sometime? That might be the one that gets me there too – ten years of trying and all you needed was a coffee boy...or should I say tea boy! Think that name’s going to stick don’t you?” He chuckled and moved away to clear the table in one of the booths leaving Gwen dumbstruck.

Rhys chuckled and nudged her “close your mouth Gwen!” he pushed her plate towards her, “these look good...” he took a bite “...mmmnnn!” He rolled his eyes as the Welshwoman continued to gape, this time at Ianto. He leant towards her “stop staring and eat your breakfast! It’s not that surprising – they’re both good looking blokes...be happy for them, give me some attention and I might take you out for dinner tonight!”

Gwen spluttered, “you mean he’s..? with Ianto..?”There was a pause as the rest of Rhys’ words caught up with her brain, “and you want to take me to dinner?”

Shaking his head, Rhys pointed towards her plate, “dinner might be better seeing as how your breakfast is going cold!” They looked at each other and burst out laughing, Gwen now attacking her croissant with vigour. When Jack wandered back fifteen minutes later they were deep in discussion over their favourite films. He replaced their coffee mugs with fresh ones and cleared their table before strolling back to lean on the counter to watch as Ianto worked his magic.

Lauren was on the till while Mica took a break and the whole place was filled with the sounds of happy chattering and the clink of china...It wasn’t the manic rush of the previous day, but it was busy, the computers were both in use and Ianto shone at the helm. Jack drifted back off into his daydreams... He rejoined reality when Gavin gave him a friendly shove, grinning at the soppy expression on his friend’s face. Introductions followed, Ianto shook hands with Gav - Jack’s Executive Assistant and long time friend from Torchwood Engineering - and his partner Stu and sorted them out with a New York blend and bagel breakfast each. Jack grabbed a mug of the @Yanno signature blend and a couple of Welsh cakes and joined them for a chat.

“You are totally smitten!”Gav teased after Jack had raved about how well the opening had gone and the outside radio broadcast and the fact the coffee house had made the Penarth Times and then finished by gazing dreamily towards the counter to add “and he looks good in a suit!”

A rare blush coloured the Captain’s cheeks as he nodded “Yeah, I am...I don’t know what it is that he does to me, but he does it...”

Gav slung an arm around Jack’s shoulders “We’re happy for you, hon...that smile’s been gone too long...” They chatted some more until Gav and Stu left, followed by a beaming Gwen and Rhys. Jack cleared the table and took the dirty mugs and plates out to the kitchen where he relieved Rhi so she could have a break. The time passed swiftly and it was two o’clock before they knew it. Ianto thanked his final customers, handing them their take-away Mocha blends and adding the final slice of chocolate cake as a bonus before showing them out and locking up behind them. He flipped the sign to closed and leant against the door, a relieved grin on his face.

“Day two...we made it – and we had customers! Some even came back from yesterday..!” He moved back into the shop and gazed around, that wonderful little smile of incredulity as if he still couldn’t quite believe it was all real! Seeing him, Jack wanted to drag him upstairs there and then... He took a deep breath in to slow his rapidly rising pulse – they still had work to do!

“Okay troops, let’s get @Yanno spic and span and then we can all enjoy the rest of the afternoon...” Ianto smiled indulgently as Jack took charge of the tidy-up, leaving him free to count the takings and sort out the wages, filling in the payslips and his big business ledger at the same time – another job done...

Mica and Lauren accepted their wages happily, Rhi protested, insisting that she was only helping out.

“You have to take it, you’re wearing the uniform – that means you’re staff, which means you get paid!”

Ianto pressed the envelope back into her hand, knowing that she was going to give in as she countered weakly “But what about Jack, you’re not making him take wages...”

“Jack gets paid in other ways...” he blushed as the list in Jack’s pocket flashed into his head and he felt his trousers tighten.

Rhi groaned “Okay, just don’t tell me any more!” she glanced around at the spotless kitchen. “Is there anything we’ve forgotten girls?” Two heads shook. Rhi picked up her bag and hugged her brother tight before releasing him and dragging Jack in for a hug too. “You look after him!” she said softly.

“I promise!” he met her gaze steadfastly and she caught her breath at the depth of emotion in his blue grey eyes. Not for the first time she realised Ianto was one lucky man. Releasing Jack she herded Mica and Lauren out to shouts of “bye unca Yanno, bye unca Jack!”

The door closed behind them and silence reigned. Jack reached out to fold Ianto into his arms and kiss him senseless, a single swipe of his tongue granting him access to the Welshman’s mouth which he explored with possessive intent as Ianto melted against him, tangling his hands into his Captain’s hair as passions rose.

They surfaced for air, contented soft smiles as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, arms wrapped tightly around waists.

“You fancy some fresh air?” Jack dropped a light kiss to the end of Ianto’s button nose. “We can take a picnic with us – I know just the place...”

“Sounds perfect – I could do with a walk, but I need to get out of these clothes first...” He chuckled as Jack’s face lit up and he could practically name the different possibilities running through the other man’s mind!

“You go and change while I sort the picnic – if I come up there with you we won’t be going anywhere beyond the bedroom!” Jack admitted with a grin. “Then I’ll change my top while you make us a flask...” He cupped a hand around the young man’s face and brushed his thumb gently over Ianto’s cheek, “don’t be too long gorgeous, or I might use it as an excuse to come and find you!” He leant in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the Welshman’s lips before steering him towards the stairs and smacking him lightly on his charcoal wool-blend clad behind.

Ianto waggled his arse as he skipped lightly up the stairs, knowing Jack was watching, admiring the view. He stopped at the top and spun round, reaching for his belt buckle and made a show of undoing it, then the button and reached for the zip.

“Ianto Jones if you don’t stop there I won’t be responsible for what happens next!” as Ianto fled out of sight, laughing.

Jack pressed hard against the hot swelling in his trousers with the heel of his hand, resisting the urge to charge up the stairs, drag Ianto into his arms and tumble on to the bed...later... he told himself sternly, pulling out his jobs list to gaze at Ianto’s neat writing. Taking a deep breath in, he let it out slowly and tucked the order sheet back into his pocket, moving into the kitchen to grab a few things suitable for a picnic.

He was packing it into a take-away brown paper carrier bag when Ianto returned, looking so drop-dead gorgeous in his bum-hugging black jeans, tight white t-shirt and casual black jacket that Jack just stood and stared. Ianto twinkled playfully at him and danced out of reach of the Captain’s outstretched arms, “your turn to change...I’ll make us a flask...”

Jack gazed longingly at his back view as he disappeared into the shop before plodding heavily up to the flat to swap his staff polo shirt for the A&F logo t-shirt of earlier and grab his coat off the hanger. He paused, seeing something sticking out from the coat pocket. It was another order sheet so hot for you Jack staring at him from the page. His mouth went dry and his entire blood supply charged south as he shoved his arms into the heavy wool and thundered down the stairs, grabbed a smiling Ianto by the lapels of his jacket and hauled him in to kiss him into oblivion, his tongue plundering the Welshman’s mouth as they writhed and arched against each other.

“If we’re going out, we need to go now...” Jack panted against Ianto’s ear, his voice thick with desire. “If we stay here, I’m going to make love to you – right here, right now, on the floor...” he tipped the young man’s chin up to gaze into his eyes, wild passion reflected in twin pools of blue, and his voice softened, “and I don’t want your first time to be like that...”

Ianto pressed their lips together tenderly in a chaste kiss, wriggled out their fierce embrace and entwined their fingers, leading the way to the back door. He scooped up the bag with their picnic and flask in and opened the door, glancing back at Jack who nodded and squeezed his fingers, knowing that this was the right decision...

Closing the door behind him Jack waited for Ianto to lock it, bemused when the Welshman put down the bag and held out his hand for the car keys. His mouth fell open when Ianto selected a key from the bunch and secured the kitchen door, handing them back with a smile ”you’ve got the door code already so I‘ve just added the back door, one for the shop door and one for the top of the stairs...now you can come and go when you want...or need...”

“I love you Ianto Jones...” Jack’s voice was laden with emotion.

“I know!” the look between them said it all as they climbed into the SUV and strapped themselves in before Jack pulled away from the kerb...

tbc