Twos and Blues...17/?

[zazajb]

Title: Twos and Blues: 17/? 
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.

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 17/?

 

Chapter 17

They surfaced long pleasurable minutes later, panting softly, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath, both relishing the simple pleasure of togetherness.

“Jack...”

“Mmmmm?”

“What happened this morning? Did you see...him?”  He bit his lip as the Captain’s body tensed, “I need to understand Jack...get it straight in my head...”

Sighing heavily, Jack released him and moved towards the stairs. “I wanted this afternoon to be just about you...your pleasure...”

“I know, cariad, and I’m sorry, but I need to know...need to understand why...what I’ve done to make him hate me so much... “

“We’re going to need coffee – lots of coffee!” Jack attempted a smile, failed miserably and headed upstairs, leaving Ianto stood staring after him. He prepared two signature blends and walked slowly up the stairs to find Jack sat in the dining area with his head in his hands. Putting the mugs down on the table, Ianto squeezed his shoulders reassuringly.

“It won’t stop me loving you...no matter what you tell me...” his intense whisper dragging a strangled sob from his Captain, the sound sending icy trails of fear through the Welshman. He sat down heavily and reached out tentatively, relieved when Jack responded by linking their hands together. He gazed into Ianto’s eyes briefly before focusing his attention on their hands as he began...

“I first met John about seventeen years ago. Our worlds collided, quite literally, when he drove into the back of me at the traffic lights. We exchanged insurance details and that was that! Well, apart from the fact that he was waiting for me at the end of the road that night when I was walking home. He planted himself in my path, told me he’d crashed into me deliberately so he could meet me, then he shoved me hard up against the wall and kissed me...it was mad and wild and dangerous and went against every single thing I’d ever believed in; yet he had this...this attraction about him...” he shrugged, risking a quick glance at Ianto whose eyes were filled with unshed tears as he too fixed his gaze on their joined hands.

“I don’t know what it was about him. Rose and the Doc were horrified but they didn’t interfere – they always said it was my life...maybe it was the sense of danger... He’d want to do the most outrageous things, take the most ridiculous risks...then there were the clubs, the bars...to him, rules were there to be broken...and I was spellbound by him... I experienced more in two weeks with him than I’d done in years of normal living. It was exciting...liberating...exhilarating; but the shine quickly wore off and every time I’d try to loosen the ties, he’d just hold on tighter and it became suffocating...” Ianto’s grip tightened on his hand and he gave the ghost of a smile...

“Every time I’d break it off, he’d do something beyond insane and I’d have to come to the rescue – he was into drink, drugs, wild sex...he made attempts on his own life numerous times after I’d resisted all his emotional blackmail and I’d get a call from the hospital saying he’d slashed his wrists or taken an overdose... It was draining me – my business was suffering, the station was suffering – if it hadn’t been for Owen I think the station would’ve fallen apart – John and I were rowing constantly, physical fights at times...he was out of control and I had no idea how to stop him...or how to break free.

In the end Owen said that if I didn’t stand up to him, he’d have to relieve me of command as I was no longer able to do my job – and he was right, I hadn’t been in charge there for months... So, I arranged to meet him...he chose the roof garden at one of the blocks of flats – converted old houses is more accurate, I suppose. I told him, he cried and begged and pleaded...I stood my ground...no matter what he said or did. He came towards me and I assumed he was going to try and hug me as he’d done so many times before... Instead he gave me a violent shove and pushed me off the roof...”

“Oh cariad...” Jack met Ianto’s eyes, deep blue pools reflecting the horror he was feeling, despite the fact he’d heard this from Pete so he was forewarned. However, the haunted look on Jack’s face was nothing he could’ve prepared for and he just wanted to gather him into his arms and hold him tightly, but he resisted, knowing Jack had to get this out...

“It was ‘bin’ day so the alley was full of rubbish bags from the flats, all piled into a giant heap, and I landed in them, no injuries apart from a few bruises and the shock of my life.” His voice dropped to a whisper “I can still see him...staring over the edge of the roof, surprise evident on his face, he was surprised to see me alive...” he shuddered as he recalled the expression on Hart’s face...

“I had no choice after that. I filed a report with the brigade – Owen wanted me to add criminal charges as well but I figured I’d done enough damage to the station’s reputation already - and he was suspended immediately. The psyche evaluation showed he was dangerously unstable and he was put into rehab...multiple rehabs – drink, drugs, sex...then there was the attempted murder...he was gone over six months and I gradually put my life back together... He came back on probation and most people were impressed that he’d managed to turn it around – oh he still played hardball but it was controlled...

Since then, he’s tried so many times to get us back together, but I think deep down he knows it’ll never happen, and in his own way he’s loyal...” He leant closer across the edge of the table and reached out with his free hand – a hand that trembled uncertainly. Ianto leant into the touch, reciprocating by sliding his hand around the older man’s neck to pull him in for a soft kiss, light brushes of lips that reassured and comforted... 

“I don’t know how he knew we were together but obviously he saw or heard something, and that just served to underline how I was never going back to him – I’ve been single since we split...that’s a very long time, so I guess he always felt there was hope...” The Captain’s eyes filled with tears, “I was waiting for you all that time...my soulmate...my love...”

Ianto crushed their lips together and they kissed hungrily, hands tangling in hair until they pulled apart to recharge their oxygen supply. Panting softly, they assumed their previous position of linked hands resting on the table, shuffling their chairs closer so thighs and knees touched...

“What happened this morning?” Ianto’s voice was pitched low, neutral, hiding the multitude of conflicting emotions that ran through him.

Jack grimaced, the encounter replaying through his head...

“Captain...sorry to drag you down here again so soon...” Sergeant Stone flicked through his custody sheets. “He was loud and abusive when he was brought in, hollered most of the night – mostly for you – slept it off eventually and now he’s just sat there. He’ll be seen by the magistrate later this morning and we’re expecting to remand him in custody. He broke the young PC’s nose and fractured his cheekbone – that coupled with the caution he accepted just two days ago...” he shrugged as if to say they never learn...

“I can get him into an interview room if you want to see him – you’ll need a chaperone of course, charges having been served...”

Jack nodded “thank you, I won’t need long, then I can file my report with brigade HQ...” Stone nodded backand pressed a buzzer on the side of his workstation, instructing the PC who appeared to bring Hart to interview room three and stay with them until the Captain had finished his interview. He indicated towards the interview suites. Jack smiled grimly and went to wait.

Entering the tiny room he suddenly realised that he was nervous, the feeling sitting uncomfortably alongside the burning fury he felt for the unprovoked attack on his young lover. This brought back far too many bad memories... He drove his hands in his pockets, absently pulling out the tape measure from that morning, the sight of it bringing a welcome moment of lightness to his thoughts. He grinned and ran the battered tape through his fingers, jumping when footsteps sounded at the door. The tape dropped from his grasp and he bent to pick it up.

“Rear of the year 1994...still looking good!” Hart’s drawl sent shivers down his spine, coupled with the immediate desire to inflict vast amounts of pain... Jack took a slow breath and turned round, pointing to the chair in front of him.

“Sit”

Hart scowled at the neutral tone and remained standing, attempting to provoke an emotional reaction.

“Sit!” Jack repeated as the PC took a step closer. Hart slumped reluctantly into the chair and the PC retreated to the door.

Jack stared impassively at the man in front of him “Why, John? Why’d you do it?”

Hart shrugged “....you used to have better taste...”

“Doesn’t look like it from here” Jack’s tone was bitter

The movement took him by surprise as Hart suddenly lunged across the table and dragged the Captain in for a kiss, biting down roughly on his lip hard enough to draw blood. Jack shoved him away and wiped his mouth with his hand, not even attempting to hide the disgust he felt as the sensation of John’s mouth on his made his skin crawl...

Hart sat straighter, leaning forward as he implored desperately “what I want is for you to come to your senses...come back to me Jack – you and me in the old routine...we’d be amazing...”

“I can’t” Jack stated flatly

“Why not? What the hell is there to keep you from me? Come on...the glitter of the clubs...all those bars we used to rule...the mischief we could make...” he sat back, confident in his appeal.

Jack looked at him thoughtfully ”you know, you never really mastered that temptation spiel...”

“It’s not a spiel...it’s a fact...”

Jack sighed “Move on, John. Here I am in a new life and you’re still churning out the same old tunes... Sorry, but they don’t play as well as they used to...you need to grow up...you’re a joke...”

John’s eyes narrowed “It’s you I’m laughing at...” his fist crashing on Jack’s face took them all by surprise as he lunged across for the second time. Jack rocked on his chair, narrowly missing the edge of the table, as the PC hastened from the doorway and slammed Hart on to the floor, cuffing his hands behind his back roughly. As he was dragged from the room Hart looked back at Jack sadly, “you know- Rehab? It didn’t really work...”

Jack rubbed his chin where John had hit him and followed slowly. He could hear John protesting loudly as he was hustled back into his cell. Sergeant Stone raised an eyebrow “interesting interview?” he asked mildly.

Jack shrugged “nothing too unexpected but I had hoped he’d show some sign of remorse... Seems he hasn’t learnt a thing... “

“You want to press charges?” Stone indicated the desk panel “it’s all on tape...”

Jack shook his head “we’ve got too much back history – it’d complicate things so...”

Stone nodded his understanding “I had to ask...you were assaulted on police property...”

Jack grinned “assaulted? Nah – he barely got me!” Stone chuckled and offered his hand which Jack shook before leaving the building. Once he was sat back in the SUV he dialled HQ , tapping in the Deputy Divisional Commander’s extension when prompted by the soothing voice of the operator’s voice recording.

“Tony...Jack Harkness...”

“Captain Jack! I’m just reading the missive you sent through...sounds like you’re having an exciting time down there at the moment...”

“Oh yeah! Never a dull moment by the seaside – it’s all going on in Penarth!”

Tony chortled before resuming a serious tone and they discussed both the report and the interview that Jack’d just had at the police station, although he was not going to make that one official... “you know our history, Tony...this’d just rake it all back up again and Ianto’s got more than enough to deal with already...”

“I’ll get the suspension order rubber stamped by the boss and we’ll hold fire until the outcome of the police action. He’ll need to see Welfare as soon as possible too, but leave that with me to organise... You know Ianto is entitled to see Welfare as well, if he wants to...it’s there if...” he left the offer in the air, knowing that Jack would pass it on as he saw fit. A few pleasantries later, they hung up and Jack sent an update text to Ianto, stroking his finger softly over his name on the screen. Sliding his phone back into his coat pocket, he started the engine and headed back to Penarth...

Jack took a deep breath as he concluded his tale, his fingers tightening his hold of the Welshman’s hand. Ianto traced his free hand gently over the bruise on the side of Jack’s face. “Look at me, cariad...”

Slowly raising his eyes until they fixed on Ianto’s, Jack gasped at the intensity of emotion swirling in those crystal blue depths. “I love you, Jack Harkness...you’re my best friend and my soulmate, and even if we’d never met, I think I’d still miss you...I’m yours...” the hushed whisper brought fresh tears to Jack’s eyes and he blinked them away, a wicked grin lighting up his face as Ianto leant closer, his breath warm against his Captain’s ear “now let’s get out of here and do something...a bit wild...show me how to live...I want to taste it...”

Jack’s trousers tightened as his blood supply fled south of his belt and he crushed their mouths together, tongues tangling deliciously, hands raking over clothes to tug shirts from waistbands so they could seek out the warm flesh below... They kissed frantically, teeth clashing, passion bruising lips, until oxygen depletion demanded they come up for air.

Panting hard, Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him up from the table. “C’mon...” he grinned “let’s go be outrageous...” They bounded down the stairs and out to the SUV, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the bonnet for a body zinging snog that left him dizzy with desire, hot arousal straining at the seams...

“Buckle up baby..!”

“Where a...”

“Just wait and see...” Jack winked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, sliding one hand onto Ianto’s thigh to squeeze it lightly,  then moving slowly back, his fingers dancing tantalisingly closer to the bulge in the young man’s trousers before he whipped his hand back to the steering wheel, chuckling at the needy whimper that dropped from his Welshman’s lips... “patience...”

“Just drive Harkness!” Ianto growled “before I throw myself at you and rip your clothes off!”

They grinned at each other and Jack put his foot down, turning into the deserted fire station a minute later. Ianto looked at him, puzzled when his Captain drove round to the back of the yard and parked out of sight of the casual eye...

“Ja...” He was silenced by Jack’s mouth on his as he was hauled in for a passionate kiss that left him breathless and burning with desire, every nerve ending tingling with delicious anticipation and he followed wordlessly as Jack led them round to the main door and swiped his keys over the door entry. Once inside he led them swiftly through the kit bay, both unconsciously blocking out the unwelcome images that flashed into their heads, before stopping in front of the gleaming one five Papa one ...

Wrapping the Welshman into his arms he kissed him hard, soft moans lost against each other’s mouths as Ianto melted into the embrace, kissing back with equal passion until they broke apart breathing heavily. “You ever see Backdraft?” Jack whispered throatily against Ianto’s ear, the almost touch sending spikes of desire shooting through him...

Eyes widening at the sudden realisation of Jack’s plans, Ianto looked at him...”you mean...? I mean, have you ever..?” A delighted smile curved the corners of his mouth up as Jack shook his head.

“Nope...I always wanted to though...” he tugged the young man round to the back of the appliance and pointed to the moulded rungs to the side of the pump fittings. “After you gorgeous...” he pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before stepping back to allow Ianto to climb the ladder. “Be right there with you...” he darted back in to the kit bay and grabbed his tunic from his peg, shrugging into it before climbing swiftly up to join Ianto who was perched carefully on the side of the ladder as he peered over the edge.

Jack moved with the ease and confidence of a man well used to clambering around on the most unusual of surfaces, holding his hand out to pull Ianto upright before wrapping his arms protectively around his waist from behind him. “It’s a whole different view from up here...this is my kingdom, these are my mistresses!” He chuckled as Ianto pressed back against him, wriggling his hips, “you like the view Mr Jones?”

Ianto turned in the embrace so he was facing his Captain, sliding his arms up around his neck so Jack’s fire tunic flapped around them both. “That one wasn’t bad, but I like this one better...” the hoarse intensity of his voice sending shivers of desire down Jack’s spine and he tightened his hold as he captured the young man’s lips to kiss him tenderly. Ianto moved one hand to tangle into Jack’s hair as their kiss deepened, tongues sweeping mouths with possessive intent as they ground their hips together and delicious fingers of red hot want spread through them.

“Need you Jack...”

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart, you’re going to have me...” the breathless exchange drew soft smiles to their lips as eyes smouldered with wild passion. Jack stepped back and took his tunic off, laying it on top of the ladder before folding his Welshman back into his arms and they sank down onto their makeshift blanket. Hands unbuttoned shirts and waistcoats and groped at t-shirt, tugging them off and dropping them in a heap higher up the ladder, pressing closer, each relishing the feel of skin to skin as their kisses intensified...hot, wet and open mouthed...and the world around them faded away...

Gwen swiped her keycard across the door panel and pushed the door open. It was nice to have the station to herself and she was determined to prove to Pete that she was a good firefighter, that she had...what did he call it? ...the right spirit and selflessness to make a worthy contribution... That was why she’d claimed her flexi-time owed at work to spend a couple of hours on the computer upstairs in the lecture room going over the training modules for her next assessment... She sat down and logged on, fishing her ipod out of her bag for some music to study to...

As she clicked on the start button, a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she glanced out of the big window that looked down over the appliance bay... A huge grin spread over her face as she watched the Captain and Ianto half undressed on the top of the first away, kissing passionately as their hands roved over each other’s skin...She giggled; they were so hot and as their hands strayed to belts and zips she felt her cheeks redden yet she was transfixed and powerless to look away, aware of a growing warmth in her belly...

Ianto moaned as Jack’s fingers slid inside his jersey trunks and closed around him, arching into the touch as the Captain’s hand began moving rhythmically... His moans intensified as Jack’s mouth nibbled down the side of his neck, biting down at the juncture of neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise, the twin sensations of pain and pleasure driving him closer to the edge... Thrusting his head back as Jack lapped in the hollow of his throat, Ianto’s desire-glazed eyes roamed aimlessly over the ceiling and along the wall as his body edged ever closer to the bliss of release...

It took a moment for him to realise that his gaze had locked on to that of Gwen’s and he blinked, his excitement ebbing away to be replaced with a mix of horror and embarrassment. He froze, hissing urgently “Jack...Jack! Gwen’s watching us...from the window upstairs...”

“What?” Jack twisted his head and added his gaze to that of Ianto’s. Gwen’s fierce blush could clearly be seen and she darted back out of sight when Jack grinned and waved. ‘Let’s give her something to watch...” he murmured into Ianto’s ear, nipping lightly on his earlobe...

“But...”

“We’re being wild remember..!” Jack licked and kissed the lovebite he’d left moments earlier and Ianto shuddered with pleasure as his body remembered its previous state of desire with enthusiasm and he sank back into his Captain’s embrace, closing his eyes as the wave of euphoria resumed its course, building relentlessly as Jack’s hand moved harder and faster...

Gwen had considered running from the station but when Jack had waved and neither of them had appeared to chase her away she sat back at the computer and stuck her earphones in her ears, turning the sound up loud as she tried to concentrate on the screen. It was quite erotic, knowing what they were doing just out of her line of sight and she wondered where Rhys was...later...

 Ianto had undone Jack’s trousers to find he’d gone commando, the discovery turning him on in a way he’d never thought possible and they gave themselves completely to the sensation of mutual pleasure, kissing frantically as they exploded, hot and sticky, over each other’s hands and their bodies tingled deliciously with the intensity of their release... They slumped back on to the tunic-padded ladder, Jack pulling the younger man on top of him, as their breathing slowed and they welcomed the warmth of the afterglow...

They lay still for long moments, enjoying the closeness and the lingering effects of their orgasms, until reluctantly, Ianto stirred as he remembered Gwen. Turning his head he looked up but there was no sign of her at the window. He pulled his hand from Jack’s trousers and delved in his pocket for his hanky with his other hand, cleaning them both up as best he could. They shoved the soiled hanky in Jack’s tunic pocket, zipped each other up and resettled back on the ladder, kissing softly and chuckling quietly at the absurdness of their location... Ianto ticked off another first...life with Jack was certainly an experience! He reached up to brush his fingers lovingly over his Captain’s face, capturing his lips tenderly as they melted against each other...

Without warning the station sirens sounded, the lights came on and Jack’s bleeper trilled somewhere behind them... Scrabbling to stand up and pull the rest of their clothes back on without knocking each other off the roof, they grinned, Jack helping Ianto to the ladder to slide down it just as the first of the crews came racing into the station...

“I did promise you Backdraft!” Jack pressed a swift hard kiss to Ianto’s mouth as he shot through the kit bay to hit his name on the board before dressing in the rest of his kit.

Ianto stood in the doorway to the shower room corridor and buttoned up his waistcoat, winking at Gwen when she came through from the watch room, hit the button to open the big bay doors and climbed up on to the appliance. She coloured lightly but grinned back. Moments later Jack, Owen, Pup, Rhys and Gareth all piled on the wagon and it took off, twos and blues in full song as it vanished down the road, Ianto’s tie fluttering from the back of the ladder...

tbc