Twos and Blues...15/?
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zazajbTitle: Twos and Blues: 15/?
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 4300
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 PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]
A/N2 So, back to school and my writing time is seriously curtailed. I will post once a week, and once my lesson planning gets back into a routine you might get an extra one midweek as well... I’m seething with the loss of my Ianto Big Bang – all I have left is the prologue and half of chapter one...was up to 18600 words...blasted computers, now have to do it all again. This was waaaaaay too long so cut into two chapters...
Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!
Twos and Blues 15/?
Chapter 15
“Surprise!” Jack beamed at him and held out the bottle of champagne. “Happy anniversary Yanno...my Yanno...” he tugged the young man into his arms to kiss him tenderly. “I’ve known you a whole week now and it fells like it’s been forever...” Ianto melted into the embrace as he was kissed to the cosmos and back, following on legs that felt like jelly as Jack linked their fingers to lead him upstairs where they sank down onto the bed, sharing gentle kisses that intensified rapidly until they were rolling over and over, limbs entangling, hands raking hungrily over heated skin as passions rose...
They lay entwined, bodies tingling as the afterglow radiated through them, hands stroking faces as lips brushed together softly, deliciously drowsy, snuggled under the quilt. Jack set his phone alarm for six o’clock so they’d have plenty of time to get ready for their date, then pulled the Welshman back into his arms as they settled back against the pillows...
They slept soundly until the alarm, waking and stretching luxuriously. Jack pressed a kiss to the end of Ianto’s button nose. “did you sleep well gorgeous?”
“mmmmnnn” Ianto murmured contentedly, snuggling closer to rest his head on Jack’s chest, the Captain chuckling as he held him tight, secure in their cosy haven. Eventually he kissed the top of the young man’s head and moved regretfully out of the embrace. “We need to get up if we’re going to keep our dinner reservation...” he gazed at his young Welshman: sleep-mussed hair, innocence radiating off the pillow. “We don’t have to go..?”
“We do!” Ianto’s smile sent a wave of fire coursing through the older man, “I’ve done enough cooking today!” He sat up and flung the quilt to one side... They washed and dressed, Jack’s breath caught in his throat as he checked out the view – Ianto looked amazing in black trousers that hugged his backside, a deep red silk shirt, a simple silver-buckled belt and his short black wool coat that hung open...
“Wow...you look...edible!” Ianto grinned, “you don’t look bad yourself!” his eyes taking in the black trousers, black and white striped shirt open at the neck and leather jacket...and his hair...spiked just a bit...
He smiled at Jack’s answering grin. “We ready?”
“Yep! Where we going?”
“Not far..!” as Jack pulled out into the traffic and headed towards Cathays. They swung into the car park and Jack turned the engine off, leaping out of the SUV and rushing round to open Ianto’s door for him, the action earning him a fond smile and a chuckle. He reached for the young man’s hand and entwined their fingers, squeezing gently, before tugging him towards the door of the restaurant.
Ianto looked around him with interest. The Armless Dragon had a quiet and intimate feel to it, the soft sounds of Ella Fitzgerald played in the background and the lighting was low, candles flickering on the tables adding to the cosy atmosphere. Jack glanced at him anxiously, relaxing when Ianto responded with a smile and a tightening of his hand.
“Captain..!” Ianto raised his eyebrows as Jack was swept into a huge hug by a black suited man, whose handsome face gave way to an ugly burn scar that swept from the side of his cheekbone down his neck and disappeared into his collar... “...you going to introduce me..?” the man asked as he released him and turned towards Ianto.
Jack grinned and draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulders, “Ianto this is Paul, Paul Ianto, my...partner...” Ianto’s heart leapt in a manner befitting a pubescent girl at the introduction, shaking Paul’s hand warmly.
Paul tugged lightly on the sleeve of Jack’s leather jacket, “where’s the coat tonight, huh? You always wear the big hero coat?” He turned to Ianto, “I love that coat...Jack saved me from a fire about three years ago, encouraged me to claim compensation and then helped me set up this place...he’s my hero...so...” he swung back to Jack, “my coat..?”
“...is safe at home... Tonight it’s just me and Ianto...no heroes...just us...”
Nodding, Paul led them through the room towards one of the secluded booths at the back. They slid into it opposite each other after handing Paul their jackets. He leant towards Ianto to whisper in a conspiratory fashion “...you’re the first person he’s ever brought here...always comes alone...I used to worry...but now...” he winked at them and bustled away.
Jack lifted the wine bottle that’d been ready waiting for them, “a faulty water heater in his flat exploded, he was on fire and trapped under the debris from the wall. The whole block was going and the Division Commander had just sounded the evacuation as it was unsafe – the building was about to collapse. Turnip, he’s retired now, and I were on our way out when we heard him...so it wasn’t just me, but I suppose mine is the face he remembers. I went in the ambulance with him, visited him in hospital...he talked about his dreams of running his own restaurant and it was a focus as he endured skin graft after skin graft...he was so brave – I’m not the hero, he is...”
The conviction in Jack’s voice and the sparkle of unshed tears underlined in Ianto’s head just how much he loved this man...
Leaning across the table, he hauled his Captain in for a brief but hotly passionate kiss, releasing him as Paul returned to their booth with a jug of iced water. Ianto blushed as the man grinned happily at him and patted Jack’s shoulder. “He’s good for you Jack...I can see that...now are you ready to order..?
They chose from the A Taste of Wales menu, sharing a starter platter of five small dishes of smoked Monmouthshire chicken with avocado and Carmarthen ham crisps, Pembrokeshire spider crab tart and sewin pancakes with dill yoghurt. For their main course Ianto chose sirloin of Welsh Black beef with gratin potatoes while Jack opted for Brecon lamb with rosemary, saffron potatoes and spring greens.
As Paul departed with a wink at their joined hands Ianto gazed into Jack’s eyes. “So, tell me some more about Paul...this place...” he brushed his thumb over Jack’s as he listened to his Captain enthusing about how the inspiration of fresh local ingredients and a hot, blue eyed architect with a cute arse had led them to Cathays...
The evening flew past in a haze of delicious food, good company and blissful surroundings and after some excellent coffee they each gave Paul a hug and ventured out into the chilly night air.
Jack opened the car door for Ianto, only to find himself pressed up against the side of the SUV as the Welshman’s lips sought his and they kissed sweetly, hands threading through hair and sliding down bodies to press ever closer...hot swellings straining against the restrictions of their trousers as the kiss deepened. They broke apart, briefly, to recharge their air supply, lips just millimetres apart, before sinking straight back into hot, open mouthed kisses as tongues explored excitedly and soft moans were lost against each other’s mouths...
“Take me home Jack...” Ianto’s eyes burned with desire as he gazed into Jack’s blue grey pools.
Jack drove them swiftly back to @Yanno where they staggered their way up the stairs, pausing every few steps for ever more frantic kisses until they fell through the bedroom door and onto the bed in a tangled heap, each helping the other to shed their clothes as quickly as possible. As Jack slid the warm red silk from his Welshman’s shoulders he reflected that this beautiful man was worth every scrap of his hassles with Hart...before he gave himself completely to everything that was Ianto and they floated amongst the stars...
Thursday dawned wet and windy and it was a real effort to drag themselves out of their warm bed and into the shower, although the combination of steaming water and tender kisses helped revitalise their bodies from lethargy, followed by a large mug of hazelnut coffee and a couple of croissants to really set them up for the day. Jack departed in a swirl of 1940s heavy wool after they shared a long lingering kiss, making Rhi giggle as he pressed a light brush of lips to her cheek when they passed in the kitchen – one on the way out, one on the way in.
Brother and sister both stood gazing after the SUV as it drove away. “You’ve got a good one there...” Rhi nudged Ianto and they looked at each other, grinning as Ianto pulled her into a spontaneous hug.
“Yep...he’s a good one!” he paused, “let’s get your coffee on...I need to tell you something...”
“You better not be pregnant!” she laughed, stopping abruptly, “and talking of pregnancy...Lisa had her baby...a boy...”
Ianto shrugged, “good luck to her...I’m happy for her...” he smiled at Rhi’s indignant expression, “no seriously, I am happy for her – she did me the biggest favour...I’d never have come here, started this place...never had met Jack...” a dreamy look flitted across his face as images of his handsome Captain rolled through his mind.
“Oi! Coffee!” Rhi gave him a gentle shove and they went through to the shop, laughing. A frothy cappuccino in her hand, Rhi fixed her brother with a penetrating stare. “Tell away...” she instructed as they clambered up on to a couple of breakfast bar stools.
“I’m joining the fire service...first night tonight...”
Whatever she was expecting, that wasn’t anywhere on her list and her mouth fell open in surprise before she gave him a fierce hug, knowing it had been his childhood dream to be a fireman. Thank you Jack...
They were discussing the implications for the manning of the shop when Sue arrived and the three of them finally thrashed out a workable plan as the ladies ate their breakfast. Ianto opened early again as his regulars huddled outside in the rain and the working day sped past. The weather definitely played a part in how busy they were, along with local events, such as the Thursday market which brought people out and he made a note to bake extra for future Thursdays as his supplies reduced rapidly and the coffee and walnut cake sold out before lunch.
It was after five o’clock before he sat down again, cupping his hands appreciatively around a mug of vanilla blend as his tired feet throbbed quietly. The ladies had departed at three fifteen and he’d thrown himself into a frenzy of baking – lemon drizzle cake squares and a massive triple chocolate cake, a fresh batch of Welsh cakes, flapjack bars, some raspberry and white chocolate giant cookies and some smaller chocolate button cookies for the toddler group he knew would be coming in the following day. He’d also put a shepherd’s pie into the oven upstairs so they could eat before drill...
Jack came through the door less than ten minutes later and they shared a tender kiss before making their way up to the flat, laughing as Jack insisted that he ‘test’ the button cookies. They headed in different directions once upstairs; Jack to the bathroom to wash and change for drill, Ianto to the kitchen to dish up the dinner. Ianto caught his breath when Jack reappeared in his uniform, his stomach suddenly reminded him it had hundreds of light winged creatures lurking within and they took off into full flight...
Catching the look on Ianto’s face, Jack smirked and stuck his chest out “like what you see Yanno?” As the Welshman turned a delightful shade of pink, Jack gathered him into his arms and kissed the tip of his nose. You’d better scoot into the bedroom then and see what I’ve left out for you...” he waggled his eyebrows playfully as the young man turned obediently and went into the bedroom, reappearing ten minutes later in the regulation black trousers, embroidered logo black t-shirt and shirt and brigade issue belt.
Jack’s jaw dropped and they stared at each other for long moments before falling into each other’s arms for a series of hot open-mouthed kisses as their dinner went cold on the table... Finally breaking apart when oxygen deprivation threatened, they rested their foreheads together and panted softly. “You look simply...no words..!” Jack’s warm breath on his ear sent wild tendrils of desire shooting through him as Ianto leant against his Captain.
“So, you like a tea boy in uniform?”the Welshman’s deep throaty chuckle almost had Jack begging that Ianto take him there and then... He quashed the feeling with considerable regret, knowing that they barely had enough time to eat their now lukewarm shepherd’s pie and get to the station in time to set up for drill.
“In uniform...and out of it - and later on I’ll show you just how much I like!” He pressed a final soft kiss to Ianto’s lips and sat down at the table. They ate their dinner and stacked the plates in the dishwasher before Ianto grabbed a red Wales logo sweatshirt which he pulled on over his uniform – he wasn’t supposed to wear one yet but Jack had been too keen to see him in it so he’d brought his spare one with him from home – and Jack grabbed his brigade jacket and his coat.
It was a couple of minutes before they were turning into the fire station, followed closely by Owen’s car, the acerbic medic and Tosh nodding a greeting as they all headed inside. Jack pulled out the application forms Ianto needed to fill in and left him sat at the desk in the watch room while the three of them went to set up the simulated car crash – Road Traffic Collision, or RTC – for the exercise later on.
Several others had arrived by the time Jack, Owen and Tosh returned and Jack was delighted to see his Welshman in deep conversation with Rhys and Spook about the merits of the current members of the Welsh rugby team, his crystal blue eyes dancing happily as the trio swapped banter... Jack’s gaze swung around the room...noting those present, those still to arrive, before finally coming to rest on John Hart.
John was leant against the wall, his eyes fixed on Ianto, a familiar hungry predatory look on his face. Cursing under his breath, Jack glanced at his watch as the final two members of the station came in through the door and threaded their way to the computer to sign in. It was almost six thirty so he shouted for order and they all made their way into the appliance bay to stand to attention as Jack called roll. After that he re-introduced Ianto and then explained the drill for the evening before handing over to Tosh who was to be in charge.
Jack stepped across to stand next to Ianto and began explaining the way the exercise would work. His tone, whilst warm and friendly, was utterly professional, separating their work and private lives into two distinct arenas as they’d already discussed earlier.
Jack pointed out Gareth whom Ianto hadn’t met previously “he’s a bar manager and a very talented singer – if you like the heavy rock blues kind of thing – maybe we’ll get a band going The Twos and Blues...” a brief grin scampered over the Captain’s face, before he continued with his briefing. “Nice bloke and he told me tonight when he arrived that he’s just got engaged to Gemma – he proposed last week in the Maldives and she said yes! She’s seen enough to know that when you marry a firefighter, you marry the station, the wagons and the rest of the crew as well!”
The crews were following Tosh outside to see the set up before she directed them to their roles and appliances. Jack nodded briefly and they followed, standing to one side so Ianto could watch everything that was going on...
Gwen found her attention drifting from Tosh’s instructions as she watched the two men. Despite what Rhys had told her about the relationship between the two she couldn’t detect any sign of intimate knowledge or familiarity and in a way she was impressed – it was all she could do to refrain from running her fingers through Rhys’ hair or pressing up close to him...
“Why are you staring at eye candy there?” Hart hissed into her ear
Gwen jumped, not realising she’d been so obvious. “Trying to see if they’re really shagging each other like Rhys says...I think he’s got it wrong...” she whispered back as they both gazed at the pair.
“Firefighter Cooper!” Gwen dragged her attention back to an incensed Tosh “please repeat my last instructions for those who may need them clarifying...”
Gwen’s mouth opened, but she knew there was nothing she could say as she hadn’t heard any of it.
“I’m waiting...”
Gwen looked at her boots in shame as Tosh, Pete and Jack all glared at her, Rhys looked disappointed and everyone else just looked. Gwen felt about three inches tall. “Sorry ma’m”
“So, for firefighter Cooper’s personal attention...” she repeated her instructions, detailed the crewing and turned control of the incident over to Rhys.
Ianto watched, transfixed as they scattered as their bleepers all sounded, the station lights came on and the station wailers sounded as well. The front doors were opened and the crews scrambled into their assigned appliances, twos and blues were turned on and the wagons pulled out of the station, turning left to travel a couple of hundred feet up to the roundabout, all the way around it and pull back into the station to stop on the drill yard where the two donated scrap cars were set out – Jack and Owen had driven the two vehicles at each other, deliberately crashing them so the scene was as realistic as it could be without being the real thing...
Rhys jumped down, quickly assessed the scene and began issuing orders in a clear and calm manner – it was exciting and compelling and Ianto watched with bated breath to see how the casualties - large human shaped stuffed dummies with postcard sized clear pouches on their chests which had either instructions or information on as to the nature of injury or type of casualty they were - would be rescued.
Hart followed all instructions to the letter, handling the cutting gear with skill and proficiency, knowing that Jack was watching him carefully. In return he spent some time trying to spot any sign of intimacy between the Captain and the new boy...eye candy... all to no avail as there was nothing to see...
The drill finished when all three casualties were successfully removed from the two stricken vehicles and transported to hospital [ put back in the shed!] and the ‘road’ cleared...both vehicles moved inside the cage at the far end of the drill yard where their scrap cars were kept.
The crews lined up and Rhys stood to attention in front of Tosh, who, in turn, stood to attention as Jack approached.
“An excellent drill Crew Manager Sato, firefighter Williams. Please dismiss your crews, return the appliances and regroup inside in fifteen minutes.
“Captain..!” both nodded imperceptibly and carried out the orders.
Jack and Tosh headed inside where they were joined by Owen in the watch room and a muted conversation began over the high points of the exercise and the contributions from the different crew members. Ianto didn’t want to intrude on this so wandered back out to the kit bay and had a good look around before peering into the drying room and studying the maps and notices on the wall in the main entrance.
“Yanno!” he turned at Jack’s call. “Coming back to join us..? This is one of the bits I really enjoy doing...” He grinned – a Jack grin rather than one from the Captain and Ianto’s expression softened, their own personas momentarily taking over. He smiled and followed Jack back through the watch room and into the appliance bay where the station crews were assembled. Hart’s eyes narrowed as he watched the two men enter and Jack spoke quietly to the young Welshman who nodded and stepped over to the side out of the way, but where he could watch what was going on.
“Firefighter Williams, front and centre...”
Rhys looked surprised, but obeyed instantly, standing tall and facing his Captain. “Exemplary drill tonight...” he paused, “...Crew Manager Williams” He held his hand out and Rhys shook it, the delighted grin on his face evident to see. “Congratulations, very well deserved. Watch Manager Harper will sort you out the markings for your kit...”
Rhys stepped back to his place, the rest of the crew chuckling as Jack grabbed his shirt and moved him bodily to stand with the other officers at the head of the line-up! “New rank, new place to stand!” Jack grinned at him and continued. “Firefighter Lloyd, step forward...”
Gareth took a pace to the front. “Congratulations on your engagement, I believe the drinks will be on you next station social night!”
Gareth grinned at the echoing of Jack’s words up and down the line. “Thank you Captain!” Jack nodded and Gareth stepped back. Jack checked his watch, it wasn’t quite nine o’clock but it was close enough...and no-one would leave the station in the next fifteen minutes so he called them all to attention and dismissed them, everyone immediately gathering round Rhys and Gareth to offer their congratulations...
Gradually the station emptied as the crew dispersed and went home. Gwen looked a little teary-eyed after a stern talking to from Pete, who, as her Auntie, felt her inadequacies on the drill ground earlier as a personal slight. Accordingly, she was well and truly berated and was glad to escape out of the door. A few minutes later, Pete, Rhys, Nick and Spook were outside practicing some hose drills for Nick’s and Spook’s final stage five assessment.
Jack watched them out of the window from the upstairs kitchen. He was impressed with both of these young men who had the makings of Crew Managers of the future and was quietly proud of the dedication shown by Pete and Rhys in helping the younger crew members to practice. He watched for a few more minutes before returning downstairs to the watch room, a pile of paperwork with his name on awaited... The brief frown was swiftly chased away by the recollection of the last drill night he’d stayed late to do his paperwork - @Yanno...had happened...what he does to me...
Ianto said goodnight to Tosh and Owen, having arranged for Tosh to join him for lunch the following day...
Behind the door leading to the downstairs shower rooms, Hart stood and listened, cold fury settling in his gut as he listened in to the brief conversation. This, coupled with the brief exchange between Jack and Owen earlier after the crews had been dismissed, was the proof he needed.... “Ianto’s application – I notice you’ve already signed it off!” Jack had grinned, “I know he’s going to be a good firefighter, not to mention how good he looks in the uniform – and he makes bloody good coffee! What more could the station need?”
Owen pulled out a uniform requisition form, delving a bit deeper into the drawer to retrieve a battered tape measure. He held both out to Jack. The older man chuckled and waved the tape measure away “I can tell you all his measurements now...” he raised his eyebrows suggestively “including several that are not on that form!”
Owen had laughed, turning his face away in mock horror ”oh, don’t even go there...Captain!” he tossed the rolled up tape measure at the other man.
Jack caught it with a smirk, “I’ll make sure we measure him thoroughly..!”
Owen shook his head “I’ll remember to disinfect it after then!”
Jack had taken the form, folded it and tucked it into his pocket, turning at the door to give a huge grin “Oh, and measuring tapes never lie!”
Hart ground his teeth as he replayed the scene in his head. This...kid...needed a lesson that would remind him just who owned Captain Jack Harkness... He listened intently, his sharp ears hearing the sounds of conversation fading into the distance as Tosh and Owen went to their car. Eye Candy was all alone now... He opened the door and stepped deliberately into Ianto’s personal space, backing the young man through the double doors and into the dimly lit kit bay...
“We need to have a little chat...” he said grimly as he clenched his fists...
tbc
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 09:54 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2011-09-17 08:20 pm (UTC)Love Jack and Ianto and Jack's house sounds lovely but I expect Hart is going to be a bad boy.
love
K
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Date: 2011-09-23 10:08 pm (UTC)another week done though so we're 4 weeks to New York!
*hugs*
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Date: 2012-09-24 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-25 06:07 pm (UTC)D xxx