Twos and Blues...11/?
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zazajbTitle: Twos and Blues: 11/?
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 3700
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... SWFRS = South Wales Fire and Rescue Service
A/N2 I had intended to post this on Saturday, but a full scale family invasion [fun, games and bbqs over 2 days...] prevented me from finishing – and then when I did get the time, the chapter ran away with me, so you have 11 and 12 here...
Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!
Twos and Blues 11/?
Chapter 11
Darkness had fallen when Ianto blinked his eyes sleepily, opening them fully to see Jack gazing at him with a gentle smile on his face.
“Hey gorgeous...welcome back!” Jack leant down for a soft and tender kiss, “how d’you feel?”
A huge grin spread across the Welshman’s face as he replayed their lovemaking in his head, “...complete...perfect...no, beyond perfect...” he stretched luxuriously, wincing slightly,”...if a little sore...a good sore!” he added hastily as Jack sat up, his face showing instant worry.
He tugged his Captain back down for a long, slow kiss, tongues swirling first in one mouth then the other until they ran out of air and broke apart gently, lips barely a breath apart as they panted softly.
Ianto cupped Jack’s cheek, brushing his thumb over that handsome face, “I feel loved...totally and utterly...like nothing I’ve ever felt before...and it’s all you, Jack...” he pressed their mouths together, the kiss sweet and tender as they held each other tightly...
Breaking apart, long pleasurable minutes later, Ianto rolled them over until he was stretched out on top, Jack’s arms immediately moving to stroke lightly over his back and shoulders as they gazed into each other’s eyes. A contented smile played on Jack’s lips as he drank in the sight of Ianto’s pale skin, almost glowing with an ethereal quality in the reflected light from the moon outside, the crystal blue of his eyes, cute button nose and those perfect pink lips, still swollen from their kisses...he gazed and loved...
His fingers moved to run through the short hairs at the back of his Welshman’s neck, one hand pulling his face down to capture his mouth, soft kisses that screamed a depth of emotion neither could put into words as they each lost themselves in the other, the feeling of skin pressed to skin heightening senses...passions rising and time stood still...
Numerous kisses and caresses later they surfaced. Ianto rested his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I could stay here forever...warm, cosy...” he mumbled against his neck, “but I need to do some baking for tomorrow and we need to eat something...” he giggled as Jack’s teeth nipped at his ear, the older man craning his head so he could get at the soft lobe. “Something apart from each other!” Lifting his head he rubbed their noses together, “although I have to say you’re incredibly tasty...” he ground their hips together, hot sparks of desire shooting through them as interest swelled.
Jack’s fierce moan was lost as he was kissed soundly, the Welshman’s tongue sweeping his mouth possessively before he pulled away and rolled off, flinging the duvet to one side and padding towards the door. “Yanno...come back to bed...” Jack’s needy whimper drew a teasing smile as he shook his bare backside before vanishing into the bathroom. There was the sound of the shower being turned on to warm.
Ianto poked his head back round the door, “sorry Jack, I really must do some work or there’ll be nothing to serve my customers in the morning! I do need to be clean though, before I can start cooking...” he arched an eyebrow “...hygiene rules and all that...” chuckling as the quilt was hurled away and Jack chased him into the steam-filled cubicle where he pressed him up against the Perspex and kissed him into oblivion, firm hands sliding rhythmically over damp flesh to their mutual satisfaction and they emerged clean and glowing.
Dry and dressed, they made their way down to the shop. Ianto made coffee while Jack collected the feedback cards from the two boxes on opposite walls and they went through to the kitchen. Jack watched avidly as Ianto dived into cupboards and dragged out ingredients, spooning flour and sugar into a huge mixing bowl without a second’s thought... His attention was drawn to the young man’s hands, long slim fingers opening bags and beating eggs with an economy of movement that was almost mesmerising, his mind supplying visions of different movements that had an instant effect on his trousers and he forced his attention reluctantly back to the feedback cards...
Sorting them into a neat pile he scanned some of the comments, reading out a few: all were complimentary, lots of praise for the quality of the coffee and the variety on offer. Some were telephone numbers and a couple of requests for the ‘personal service’ of coffee in bed! Jack chucked as Ianto blushed, moving to cup his Welshman’s face and kiss him tenderly, “I think it’s safe to say @Yanno and its proprietor are a hit! You want to keep these?” he waved the collection of phone numbers under Ianto’s nose, “Hey sexy coffee man - please call me and I’ll rate your coffee personally. Lindy...call me! XXX ...or there’s this one: I want your coffee beans in my grinder. Let’s make coffee together. Rachael J”
Ianto shook his head, grinning, “I’m saving my personal bean grinding for a certain handsome Captain – you might know him...he’s got an amazing...”
“Smile? Arse? Body?” Jack preened in anticipation.
“...coat...1940s, wool – the real deal! I love that coat..!” Ianto stifled a snort of laughter at the indignant look on Jack’s face “...although I suppose his naked body might look good in it...and his ar...” the rest was lost as Jack’s lips crashed on his and he moaned softly as Jack’s tongue plundered his mouth with possessive intent, pressing his body against Ianto’s rapidly responding nether regions... The wooden spoon clattered to the floor as the Welshman gave in and snaked his arms around Jack’s neck, one hand tangling in his hair as they staggered sideways to end up against the back door...
Ianto gasped as they came up for air and Jack’s attention shifted to his neck, arching his head back as his Captain’s lips kissed their way down his throat and back up the other side of his neck, pausing first to nibble at the juncture of his shoulder... As his legs turned to jelly and the rest of his body pleaded to get naked under the tantalising lightest of touches of Jack’s fingers running up and down his clothing, it took immense will power to wriggle out of the embrace and fix his smirking Captain with an attempt at a fierce glare... “Stop it!” the glare failed and he grinned soppily as Jack leant forward, hot breath against his ear as he growled playfully
“So, he’s got a nice coat, huh?”
“Okay, yeah - and a drop dead gorgeous smile, cute arse and an amazing body...” blue lights danced in Ianto’s eyes as they fixed on Jack’s face.
“I thought he might..!” a full scale demonstration of the drop dead gorgeous smile lit up the older man’s face as he nodded his satisfaction and bent over to retrieve the spoon from the floor, placing it into the sink. Chuckling quietly, he dropped a swift kiss on the Welshman’s lips and backed away to sit on the worktop opposite the preparation area so he could watch the young man at work, sipping his coffee contentedly.
As the giant Victoria sandwich cake began to take shape, Ianto returned his attention to Jack. “So, you were telling me about Tosh and Owen...and Owen’s playpen!” He tipped the mix into the tins and slid them into the oven, setting the timer for the required time, before moving on to his next recipe. “...you want to be useful cariad?” he asked over his shoulder.
“When you call me that, with those wonderful Welsh vowels, I’ll do anything!”
“I’ll remember that!” Ianto grinned and placed a small chopping board, a glass bowl and a huge catering tub of glace cherries on a clear space next to him in the preparation area. “You fancy chopping some cherries in half?”
“Just for you...” Jack grinned back and slid off the worktop, washing his hands before setting to his task. “So where was I? Oh, yeah, Tosh climbed in, determined to get her doll back. Owen pulled her hair, she snatched his teddy, he demanded it back...they had a bit of a tussle and for a while it looked quite serious. Eventually they fell about laughing, so much so that Tosh had tears streaming down her cheeks and she slipped and banged her head on the bars. Owen kissed it better, they stared at each other like it was the first time they’d met and that was it – wild lip-lock and they’ve been together ever since. She’s really good for him and I love them both dearly...”
He glanced sideways through his eyelashes. Ianto was now beating egg into a creamed butter and sugar mix with an expression of complete concentration on his face...he looked absolutely beautiful... Catching his breath, Jack continued his cherry chopping and his run-down of the crew. “Tosh’ll be a brilliant Auntie for you – you can tell her anything, ask her anything and she’ll do whatever she can to help...although she nags me to death about my paperwork!”
He grinned as Ianto nudged him, pressing their shoulders and thighs together as they worked side by side, “I love the playpen bit! So what were you in this nursery theme?”
“I was driving the station wagon pulling the trailer as Rhys – he usually drives – was away on a stag weekend , but I was dressed as a toy soldier – black trousers, red tunic, big shiny brass buttons and a bearskin helmet...I even had a proper little moustache...” he paused thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side “I looked pretty hot..!”
Ianto rolled his eyes, “always so modest!”
“Well, if you’ve got it..!” he leant in closer to whisper in the other man’s ear, the words drawing a soft pink to Ianto’s cheeks. Chuckling throatily, Jack returned to his task, popping the last cherry into his mouth a few minutes later. “Done!”
Ianto pressed a swift kiss to his lips, “thank you...right, tip them in the mix” as the cherries joined the sultanas, raisins, cranberries and chopped dried apricots and were stirred in slowly. A generous splash of Tia Maria was added, followed by three tablespoons of golden syrup and it was done. “You want to test it?” Ianto held out a teaspoon, laughing as Jack ignored the proffered utensil and tugged the tablespoon from the Welshman’s other hand...
“This is better!” as he dug into the mix and transferred a heaped spoon to his mouth, chewing slowly. “Mmmnnn..!” the spoon was licked clean and Ianto swiftly snatched it away before it could approach the bowl again, trying to get the images of Jack’s incredibly pink tongue flicking over the back of the spoon, out of his head as his mind replaced stainless steel cutlery with certain areas of his body and he squirmed.
“Is that approval?”
“Hmm, I might need another spoonful to be sure...” Jack grinned at the amused expression on Ianto’s face, “okay, kidding...why does uncooked cake mix taste so good?”
He gasped as Ianto hauled him in for a searing kiss, his tongue plundering the Captain’s mouth as it chased the flavour of the cake mix, every contour explored thoroughly until he released him, somewhat breathless... “No idea! But you’re right, it does taste good!” Winking at him, he reached for his lined tins – two large fish kettles – and divided the mix between them.
“Why’re you using them? Aren’t they for fish...I’ve cooked a whole salmon in my one at home?”
“Yes, traditionally, they’re for fish. But they’re just the right size for a really good solid slice of rich fruit cake and it makes a nice long loaf-like cake so it’s easy to slice and store...” He removed the sponges as the timer pinged and lowered the temperature, resetting the timer for the new recipe. Closing the oven door he straightened up and reached for an order pad. Writing quickly, he tore it off and handed it silently to the other man. Jack read it and pulled him in for a brief hug, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“See you in ten, then...” he chuckled, clicking an imaginary stopwatch.
“Yep! Ten minutes and counting!” Ianto grinned, mirroring his actions before propelling him gently out of the door. As Jack’s footsteps pounded up the stairs, his usual two at a time, Ianto turned his attention to the clearing up, rapidly filling the dishwasher and putting away his unused ingredients. He covered the still-warm sponges with clean muslin cloths and left them to finish cooling. One final wipe down of the surfaces and he was done. Turning the light out, he headed up the stairs as the delicious smell of omelettes floated down to meet him.
Jack was just dishing up when he joined him in the upstairs kitchen, the table was laid and two glasses of orange juice already poured. Ianto’s tummy rumbled appreciatively at the sight of the giant Spanish omelette and hunks of crusty bread. Putting the pan back on the cooker top, Jack reached for the stopwatch on the counter top and clicked it off “perfect timing!” he declared, picking the plates up and stepping down into the dining area. They tucked into their food hungrily.
“So, who’s next on the station run down?” Ianto slipped his shoe off and rubbed his foot up and down the side of Jack’s leg as they sat opposite each other.
“Okay, Rhys...although if you keep doing that, I might have to skip to the next thing on my list!” as Ianto’s foot brushed higher, now stroking his thigh... He sighed as the foot was removed, the lingering warmth of the touch stirring his body into action, the promise of things to come sending his blood supply directly to his trousers. Looking into Ianto’s eyes, those teasing blue pools sparkling back at him, he caught his breath at the depth of emotion radiating from them, that tiny smile curving the corners of his soft and sensual mouth...what you do to me Ianto Jones...
He took a long slow breath in, “so, Rhys... He’s coming up on ten years with SWFRS and is a staunch fan of Welsh rugby – as you’ve already seen. He’s been trying to get me to go to a match for almost as long! It’s become a long-standing joke now, although I could be persuaded... He’s a great bloke, practical and reliable – knowing he’s on the crew when we’re going to a big incident is always reassuring – he’s loyal to the core and he’s got a firefighter’s warped sense of humour – you’ll find that we have a sense of the macabre...we need it sometimes when things are bad, some of the stuff we see, do...it’s rough and black humour is just our way of getting through it... Anyway, that’s for another time...
Rhys is a delivery driver for Harwood’s which means he knows this area inside out, backwards and upside down – so if there’s a short cut or a road closure we need to get around, Rhys is the man to do it. He’s also got a pretty good voice if you can get him tipsy enough to sing – karaoke night is never dull! He’s single, although I did see the hint of something starting with Gwen when they were in for breakfast earlier...we’ll see, I think he’s liked her for a while...”
“Gwen...she’s the one who was working with Tosh when I came to look around? I rather got the impression that she was quite taken with you... The way she looked at you with those big doe eyes...”
Shrugging, Jack reached across the table to stroke the back of Ianto’s hand softly, “she can look all she wants, I only have eyes for my gorgeous Welshman...my Yanno...” his voice dropped to a husky whisper “who really does look adorable when he blushes..!” as the pink hue deepened on Ianto’s cheeks. He squeezed the young man’s hand as he slid their fingers together. “Now, is it time for dessert?”
His heart pounding wildly in his chest, Ianto nodded. Plates and glasses were gathered in record time and dumped in a sink full of hot water on their way to the bedroom where Jack pulled his order sheet out and handed it the Welshman. Ianto crumpled it in his hand as his arms slid around his Captain’s waist, “take me to heaven, cariad...make love to me...” melting into the embrace as their lips met and they tumbled on to the bed...
Jack woke long before the alarm went off and gazed at the man sleeping in his arms, he looked so young and innocent in sleep, his mouth curved in a tiny smile as he dreamt. Pressing the lightest of kisses to his forehead, he snuggled in closer and breathed in the unique scent that was Ianto as images from their lovemaking filled his head. Their connection had moved beyond physical bodies, Ianto was a part of him now, every sigh, every kiss, every needy whimper as he’d pushed in so slowly...every brush of flesh on heated flesh, every thrust and arch of their bodies entwining them deeper and he had a momentary flicker of panic – how had this gorgeous Welshman got under his skin so quickly, so deeply...and now he never wanted to be without him...
Ianto stirred, mumbling as he pressed closer, the movement sending instant shivers through Jack’s body and his arms tightened instinctively. A contented sigh escaped those perfect lips followed by a breathy “Jack...” as the young man settled, his head now on Jack’s shoulder, one arm draped possessively over his Captain’s stomach. Jack smiled and closed his eyes, dozing, sung and warm in their perfect haven; until the soulful strains of Ella Fitzgerald announced the start of the day.
“Morning sweetheart...” Jack brushed their lips together softly as Ianto’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled into the kiss.
“Jack...” he stretched and sighed happily.
“How’d you feel this morning?” there was a definite anxious edge to Jack’s question, the worry dissipating at the huge grin that lit up the young man’s face as he pressed for a kiss.
“Fantastic...alive...so alive...and warm and tingly...” he flung the quilt back and grabbed Jack’s hand, “come on...work to do...shower first...then coffee...” he stopped suddenly. “It’s Monday!”
Jack was half out of bed, laughing at the Welshman’s enthusiasm. “Yes...Monday...comes after Sunday and before Tue...” Ianto’s lips crashing on his stopped his wise-cracks in the most delicious way as they kissed passionately, Ianto’s hands sliding down his body to settle on Jack’s hips, pressing him in closer...
“Wow, what was that for?” Jack panted when they came up for air, “not that I’m complaining...” as he nuzzled into the Welshman’s neck.
“Because...don’t you have to go to work..?” his face fell at the thought.
“Why...would you miss me?”
“Yep!” the emphatic response bringing a grin to the older man’s face.
“Well you’re in luck then! Remember when I was talking to Gav on the phone? I said I was all yours ‘till Tuesday...so looks like you’re stuck with me a bit longer...” he cupped Ianto’s face and kissed him softly before leading him into the bathroom where they washed each other in between tender kisses under the steaming spray.
They were finishing their second coffee when Rhi arrived after dropping Mica off at school. Ianto had finished assembling his Victoria sandwich and had sliced up one of his fruit cakes which had cooked to perfection on the timer and cooled in the oven overnight. The two men were composing an advert for a full-time assistant as Rhi joined them. After hugging his sister, he made her a cappuccino and they went about their tasks.
After filling up the napkins and checking all stocks Jack leant against the counter to watch the Welshman at work on his coffee machine. “What?” Ianto tilted his head to one side inquisitively as he felt Jack’s gaze on him.
“Nothing...just watching...” he smiled, “I like watching you work...” He moved closer, reaching for an order pad. “Any instructions for today?”
Ianto turned scarlet.
“Yanno?”
“Just one...” taking the pad he wrote with a hand that shook, tearing it off and pressing it into the other man’s hand without meeting his eyes...
Jack read it, “yes...oh God, yes..!” He slid his arms around the young man, capturing his lips in a sweet and tender kiss, breaking apart to find Rhi watching them with a fond smile on her face.
“It’s nice to see you so happy...” she grinned, “kitchen’s ready...”
“I’ve got an advert ready to get us some more help, so you can choose your hours – whatever you want to do is good...” as Jack moved to stand behind him, looping his arms around his waist and nestling his chin into the crook of the young man’s shoulder. “Jack’s back at work tomorrow so we’ll be on our own and I think – I hope – it’ll be too much for just the two of us!” He smiled as Jack’s lips brushed his neck. “We ready?”
Chapter 12 here http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/48784.html
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Date: 2011-09-03 02:53 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying
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