Twos and Blues...18/?

[zazajb]

 

Title: Twos and Blues: 18/? 
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 4600

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. Been a nightmare week with lots of late nights and an open evening, hence the lack of posting. Hope this was worth waiting for and hopefully another one midweek... xxx

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

Twos and Blues 18/?

 

Chapter 18

Tosh dropped lightly into the chair in the watch room and pulled up the station’s log sheet, swiftly completing the shout details and was about to go and check the crew names from the little wooden balls when the door opened and Ianto came in from the appliance bay.

She smiled warmly and sat back down again. “Hi Ianto, you want to do me a favour? Can you jot the names down from the board in the entrance...thanks! Then I’ll show you what we do with them on the computer...” She handed him paper and a pen. The Welshman smiled and took them, disappearing through the door...

He was back a minute later, accompanied by Nick and an excitable golden cocker spaniel who weaved in and out of their legs in an attempt to trip them up.

“Myfanwy!” Tosh’s face broke into a huge smile as she fussed the little dog who rolled over onto her back, tail wagging madly. Nick sat down and grinned a hello at them both.

“She’s adorable! How old is she?” Ianto rubbed Myfanwy’s tummy as she investigated this new person with enthusiasm.

“Almost two...she’s absolutely mad and she loves a fuss!” He chuckled and looked across at Tosh. “What we got?”

“Controlled burning that’s got away from them...the wind’s a problem as it’s driving it towards the hea...” she broke off as the sirens sounded and the station lights came on, the old dot pin matrix printer spluttered into life and their bleepers shrilled in tandem.

“Make up – looks like it’s really running away! Myfanwy...stay!” Nick jumped up and shot out to the kit bay to get suited up.

“When we’ve gone, can you press the button on the panel to the side of the bay doors...that’ll close them so the station’s secure...” Tosh smiled and grabbed the Unimog’s keys from the hook before ripping the top copy of the dispatch instructions from the printer and following Nick through to get her kit. Moments later the gleaming appliance was pulling away, blue lights flashing...

Ianto watched it disappear up the road before pressing the button to close the doors as Tosh’d asked. He returned to the watch room, grinning at the sight of Myfanwy curled up obediently under the desk; she was obviously well used to the instruction! He dropped into the chair Tosh had vacated and scrolled through the logs she’d completed earlier. It all looked pretty straightforward and Jack had explained the basics, so he filled in the boxes where prompted to update them with the latest turnout, added the details to the handwritten log and sat back to  watch the updates on the various different shouts across the county, grinning as a wet nose nudged against his hand...

“Just you and me eh girl?” Myfanwy’s tail wagged cheerfully as he stroked her silky ears. The pair of them settled down to wait for the return of the crews...

Ianto had just refilled her water bowl when the printer spat out the stop message. He tore off the top copy and added the details to the screen, before indulging in a fun game of ‘tug-of-war’ with the rag toy Myfanwy dropped in his lap, until the two appliances returned half an hour later. Ianto stayed out of the way until both wagons had been hosed off, knowing any appearance outside would result in an early bath for ‘the new probie’ and he was rather keen to remain dry!

Jack strode into the watch room, his helmet and jacket under his arm. He pressed a quick kiss to Ianto’s forehead, before picking up the phone to talk to control and was soon discussing the famer’s failure to delay his controlled burning because of the strength and direction of the wind...

Ianto pointed towards the appliance bay, miming wiping down the appliance. Jack grinned and nodded, turning his attention back to the phone. Grabbing a leather polishing cloth from the box just outside the watch room door, Ianto joined the crews restoring the two fire engines back to their former pristine condition – no matter how cold, wet or tired the firefighters were, the appliances must be gleaming before they could be dismissed... Myfanwy ran around them all, tail wagging happily, joining in the general madness in delight!

They were finishing the windscreens and bumpers when Jack rejoined them. He raised his voice above the good natured chattering, “when you’ve got out of your fire kit, can I see everyone upstairs for a couple of minutes please... Thanks!” He nodded and went through to the kit bay to hang up his kit before heading up the stairs to await his crew’s arrival. Ianto joined him a minute or two later, glancing out of the large window that looked out over the appliances below. There was an uninterrupted view of the top of one five Papa one...

Jack followed his glance and laughed, dragging him in for a brief but passionate kiss, releasing him as the sound of voices approached up the stairs. The others trooped in and either flopped into chairs or leant against the wall.

Owen quirked an eyebrow in the Captain’s direction, receiving a nod and a grin in reply, before the medic stepped out to face the assembled crews.

“Trainee firefighter Jones, front and centre” he barked, the sound of his name causing Ianto to jump in surprise. The Welshman glanced at Jack with a puzzled expression, getting a grin and silent mouthed “go on then!” in response. Still bemused, he stepped forward to stand to attention in front of the Watch Commander. Owen chuckled, “...at ease, tea boy!”

He moved to the bar and lifted the shutter. On the counter was a coffee machine. It was one of the latest models – much simpler than the one from @Yanno of course – but a good one with a hotplate at the side for maintaining the temperature of the coffee jug. “Welcome to Penarth fire station, Ianto, and in your honour...and for our coffee drinking pleasure...the Captain got us this... I think we’d all like to see how it works?”

Ianto grinned at the resounding cheer that echoed around the room. He saluted Owen and turned to salute Jack “Thank you, sir... permission to continue?” Jack hid the sudden rush of desire as those delectable Welsh tones rolling around the word sir hit him directly below the waist, gasping a throaty “yes, carry on...” as he saluted back.

“Not so fast, tea boy!” Owen dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a very familiar tie. “Captain, would you like to explain to the probie here, that ties go around his neck, not draped over the ladder on our first away...”

Cheeks reddening furiously, Ianto had the rare pleasure of watching Jack blush scarlet as he spluttered and took the proffered tie from his second-in-command who was grinning wickedly. “Oh, and for anyone who hasn’t seen it in a while, the station copy of Backdraft is in the DVD cabinet...” Owen broke off, laughing helplessly as the crew whooped and wolf-whistled. Jack shook his head, grinning as he hauled the Welshman in for a steamy kiss, the tie dangling from his fingers as he wrapped the young man tightly in his arms...

Releasing him amid cries of “put him down Harkness!” from Owen and “bloody hell, that’s hot!” from Tosh and Gwen, Jack chuckled breathlessly and called the gathering back to order.

“Okay troops...hands off by the way! He’s mine!” He winked at Ianto, who looked edible with his lightly flushed cheeks, sparkling blue eyes and dishevelled hair, as the Welshman moved over to examine the coffee machine, his tie now hanging loosely around his neck.

“So, serious stuff now kids! I’m sorry to have to tell you that John Hart has been suspended after an incident here yesterday and an altercation with a police officer later in the evening. I’ll let you know more as and when I can, but for now that’s all I can tell you...” He shrugged apologetically. “If any of you see Spook or Pete please tell them, but I’ll phone them myself as soon as I get the chance...” He swung round, “so, how’s that coffee coming on over there?”

Ianto turned briefly and smiled, that gentle little smile that curved the corners of his soft, sensual mouth and made Jack want to crush his own lips to Ianto’s and kiss him into oblivion. “...almost done...how many do I need to make?”

 “Kids! Hands up for coffee please! All hands went up apart from Harris who glanced at his watch and swore profusely, suddenly realising he was late to pick his wife up from her sister’s. He shot from the room, shouting a goodbye as he pounded down the stairs.

Looking around, Ianto saw Jack in deep conversation with Owen and Tosh. Not wanting to disturb them, he tapped Gwen on the shoulder “Can you tell me where the mugs are...and milk and sugar for those who want it, please...”

Gwen smiled, her wide gap-toothed smile faltering a little as she said quickly “I didn’t tell anyone...y’know...the tie...” her cheeks colouring... She led them into the kitchen and opened a cupboard on the far wall, pulling out a selection of mugs and avoiding his gaze.

“I know...believe me, Owen would’ve said a lot more if you had!” Ianto grabbed a tray and stuck the milk and sugar on it alongside the mugs.

Giggling, Gwen nudged him “actually it was really hot...I thought I might suggest it to Rhys...”

Ianto arched an eyebrow, grinning, before nudging her back, “go for it!” Laughing, they returned to the lecture room where Ianto poured the coffee and everyone gathered round...

Forty minutes later the station was silent once more and Jack and Ianto were headed back to @Yanno... “Can I cook for you...make up a bit for all the things me and Hart have put you through the last day or so?” Jack’s hand strayed to Ianto’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“You don’t have anything to make up for, cariad...” Ianto slid his fingers in between Jack’s.

“Even so, I really want to cook for you...my place?”

“I need to do some baking for tomorrow first, but yes, that’d be good...”

Jack squeezed their joined hands. “How about I drop you off at your place so you can sort out your baking, then I’ll go back to mine and start dinner...I can come and get you in an hour or so?”

Nodding his approval, Ianto smiled “perfect! Shall I pack a few bits? Are we staying at yours tonight..?”

Jack’s grip on Ianto’s hand tightened “um...I er...took the liberty of getting a supply of your favourite brands and I...” he chuckled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, “...rummaged through your underwear and t-shirts so you’ve got a few things at my place...” He paused, glancing across worriedly at the Welshman who’d said nothing, “Yanno...is that okay? Damn, have I fucked it up? I have, haven’t I? Shit..!” He smacked the steering wheel as they pulled up in the yard at @Yanno.

Ianto leant across and turned the engine off “shut up, Jack, and kiss me!” he growled, fisting his hands in the Captain’s hair as their mouths met in a kiss full of desire and raw need, teeth clashing, passion bruising lips... They broke apart, gasping for air. “Did you take the silk ones, Jack? You really have to experience the feel of cool silk on hot skin...” Ianto’s breathless whisper against his ear almost had the older man exploding in his trousers there and then.

He groaned loudly “No! ...wear them for me? Please...” Jack shivered with delicious anticipation as the Welshman nodded and fixed him with a penetrating stare full of wild promise.

Pressing a light kiss to Jack’s lips, Ianto wriggled regretfully out of his arms and climbed out of the SUV. “Come get me in an hour and a half?” he winked and slid his hands slowly down his body “I’ll be waiting for you...”  

Jack squirmed in his seat and started the engine, turning lust-darkened blue grey eyes to gaze longingly after the Welshman as he strode towards the back door and vanished inside. Taking a deep breath in as he pressed against the hot swelling with the heel of his hand, Jack engaged drive and headed home...

Ianto had made it inside the door before he adjusted his own trousers, willing his bloody supply to redistribute itself more evenly for the time being – he had work to do first! After washing his hands and dragging on the Don’t mess with the chef! apron that Jack liked to wear, he set to work. Cookies went into the oven, a perfect batch of Welsh cakes and a giant, triple layer chocolate cake were soon in progress.

While the cookies and Welsh cakes were cooling, the chocolate sponge was in the oven and the shortbread dough was chilling in the fridge alongside the white chocolate and milk chocolate cream fillings for the cake, he shot upstairs for a quick shower, exerting extreme willpower by ignoring the hot throbbing between his legs as images of a wet, naked Captain pressed up against him rolled through his head...later...

He dressed carefully, slipping into the red silk boxers that he’d paid an outrageous fortune for because he liked the colour and the sensual feel of the fluid fabric against his skin. Jack would love them... Turning his mind firmly away from the wild thoughts that were re-igniting the fires below waist level, he did up the button fly of his chosen jeans. The soft charcoal fabric hugged the contours of his arse and, topped with a deep purple casual shirt, he knew he looked good...he felt good...no-one had ever made him feel like he did when he was with Jack... The buttons strained against the sudden pressure and he grinned at his complete inability to keep his thoughts away from one Captain Jack Harkness for longer than thirty seconds!

A quick drop of HIM moisturiser - his favourite skincare range - a brush of his teeth and he was ready. He padded lightly back down the stairs to the shop, just in time to hear the oven timer ping for the chocolate cake. It was done to perfection so he set it out on wire racks to cool, covering the three giant sponges with clean muslin cloths. The cookies were stacked in tins and the Welsh cakes packed into stay-fresh re-sealable bags. He added the sponge tins to the rest of his washing up and turned the dishwasher on.

Glancing at his watch, he tugged the stopwatch out of his pocket and set the timer; Jack had seven and a half minutes... Ianto leant against the doorframe to wait...

Back at Marine Parade, Jack’s preparations had followed a similar pattern; salmon-en-croute, French beans and minted new potatoes, homemade strawberry and champagne fruit fool replacing the bakery items; snug-fitting blue chinos and a blue and white striped shirt his choice of clothing... Allowing himself fifteen minutes to get back to Ianto’s he found he was much too early, so he sat at the end of the road and lost himself in enjoyable daydreams about the evening ahead... 

Jack turned into the yard with two minutes to go, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Ianto leaning against the open kitchen door looking totally drop dead gorgeous... He slammed on the brakes, flung the door open and leapt out, leaving the engine running, to throw himself at the Welshman and crush their mouths together.... Ianto kissed back hungrily, their hands roaming possessively over each other’s bodies as they each lost themselves in the other.

Coming up for air many enjoyable minutes later, Jack cupped his hands lovingly around Ianto’s face “You. Look. Amazing. Yanno...my Yanno...”

“You don’t look half bad yourself!” Ianto’s hands tightened around his Captain’s waist. “Are we going now?” He nipped lightly at Jack’s earlobe “...I really want to go now, cariad...” the Welshman’s hot breath against his neck sending Jack’s entire blood supply southwards. He reached in through the open door to grab Ianto’s keys from the worktop, closed and locked the door before linking their hands tightly to lead the young man to the SUV.

As they clicked their seatbelts into place, their eyes met, wild desire smouldering in twin pairs of blue. Jack put the car into reverse and backed out on to the road. Neither spoke during the short journey, climbing out and entwining their hands once more as they went into the house. The second the door closed they were in each other’s arms, kissing desperately...wildly...hot, wet, open mouthed kisses as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths until oxygen depletion demanded they surface.

Panting heavily, they rested their foreheads together as they slumped against the wall. ”Dinner’s ready...” Jack’s voice was thick with desire, “...we eat, then dessert...”

Ianto grinned weakly, his head spinning from the intensity of their kisses. Arms still wrapped around each other they made their way slowly to the kitchen, snatching quick kisses every few steps... Jack released him once they’d made it to the kitchen, instructing the Welshman to open the wine and sort out cutlery as Jack dished up. Despite the rampant fingers of desire roaming his body, Ianto’s tummy rumbled at the sight of the delicious dinner going on the plate and they ate with obvious enjoyment, both using just a fork as they linked their other hands across the table.

Conversation was muted and revolved mainly around favourite films. Jack chuckled when Ianto’s eyes lit up as he learned that the Doc loved the James Bond films... Sean Connery was the mutual winner of their ’who’s your favourite Bond?’ discussion, although both agreed that Daniel Craig in those trunks, coming out of the sea was worth the cost of a cinema ticket on its own!

They took their dessert glasses and coffee into the sitting room. Jack turned on the huge TV and slid his chosen DVD into the machine before joining Ianto on the sofa. The opening bars of the James Bond theme filled the room as they sat back at opposite ends of the sofa with their feet up, legs entwined...

Jack took a huge spoonful of his dessert, sucking it suggestively off the spoon, grinning at the immediate and very obvious reaction in Ianto’s jeans. The Welshman retaliated with a tiny spoonful, his tongue flicking from between pink, kiss swollen lips to lick lightly at the whipped cream and strawberries... He smirked as Jack moaned loudly and a matching bulge appeared in his trousers.

By unspoken, mutual agreement, they ate the rest of their dessert concentrating on Goldfinger, both eager to prolong the evening with the tantalising promise of the night yet to come...

Ianto put his empty mug back on the coffee table and sighed contentedly, sliding down a little lower as Jack’s thumbs massaged the ball of his foot with just the right amount of pressure. His eyes rolled in his head when Jack moved up to the arch and Ianto’s entire body tingled with pleasure, a low moan dropping from his lips...

On screen, Bond was rolling in the hay with Pussy Galore...

Jack’s fingers continued their magic touch, massaging the Welshman’s heel, then his ankle and as far up his calf as Jack could reach before he was thwarted by tight-fitting denim. The Captain chuckled softly at the needy whimper as he stopped his ministrations and Ianto’s toes curled in displeasure, only to relax again as Jack repeated the process on his other foot: peeling his sock off slowly before tracing one finger lightly from heel to toe... Ianto shuddered with anticipation and closed his eyes, rapturous sounds falling from softly parted lips...

On screen, Goldfinger’s plans for world domination continued...unnoticed by their audience of two...

By the time Jack had reached the restriction of denim on this second leg, Ianto was in seventh heaven, breathing slow and deep, eyes closed, head arched back and his entire body tingling deliciously from Jack’s talented touch.

Smiling at the sight of his gorgeous Welshman so completely undone at his hands, Jack felt a rush of love sweep through him, a feeling so intense it scared the shit out of him and left him quivering...what he does to me...I can’t - won’t – live without him... This was followed by a tidal wave of red hot desire and he moved swiftly, scrambling up Ianto’s body to lie on top of him.

Ianto’s arms wrapped around him, pressing him closer still and their lips met in a searing kiss – no words needed, they both knew...both felt it...as tongues mapped the contours of each other’s mouths and passions grew... Kiss followed kiss, hands raked over bodies and fumbled with shirt buttons, finally dragging them off and flinging them away, each relishing the feel of bare flesh as they ground their hips together...

Ianto tore his lips from Jack’s momentarily, “make love to me Jack...I want to feel you...want you to fill me...” the words low and intense... Jack’s answering moan was muffled against the Welshman’s skin as he kissed his way down the side of his neck, nipping and sucking hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder, knowing that he would leave a mark...his mark...

He rolled off to kneel on the floor, the sudden loss of warmth causing a whimper of complaint from the young man beneath him, a whimper that died away as Jack’s hands moved to unbutton his fly and he lifted his hips off the sofa to allow the Captain to drag the denim from his legs which was then flung aside. Jack took in the glorious view of the rich, red silk against Ianto’s pale skin, the damp patch growing as he gazed...

Ianto’s eyelids fluttered open and he arched his hips invitingly, crystal blue eyes locking on Jack’s, pleading... Jack rubbed his face against the silk, mouthing his young lover’s hot arousal through the fabric, loving the wanton noises that fell from the Welshman’s lips as his fingers curled in his Captain’s hair. The noises turned into a strangled moan as Jack pulled the boxers down just far enough and engulfed him in his mouth...

Ianto’s synapses went into meltdown as he was surrounded by the moist warmth of Jack’s mouth, tongue and a light scraping of teeth sending him perilously near the edge within moments and he tugged sharply on the other man’s hair... Jack paused, without releasing him, nodding minutely to acknowledge the mumbled “too soon...” and he slowed, taking his time to lick and kiss, exploring Ianto’s body with his lips and tongue until the young man was muttering strings of unintelligible Welsh and they were both coated in a light sheen of sweat... He blew softly on the tip, watching as Ianto’s entire body shuddered, before Jack’s mouth closed over him once more and he hummed, teeth and tongue working rapidly until Ianto exploded in his mouth with a hoarse cry, nerve endings on fire as his climax ripped through him...

Jack released him once his shudders had died away, moving to crush their mouths together, the Welshman tasting himself on Jack’s tongue. His hands groped at the Captain’s trousers, fumbling with the button and zip, knowing from the dampness of the fabric that, once again, he’d gone commando and this excited him, Ianto’s body twitching back into life... Tugging the chino’s down as far as he could reach from his prone position, he pulled back from their frantic kiss “off!” the command bringing a smile to the older man’s lips at the emphatic tone.

“Bossy...I like bossy...” he breathed against the Welshman’s ear as he scrambled out of his trousers and tore off his socks, before sliding his thumbs into the waistband of Ianto’s boxers to drag them down his legs, marvelling at the young man’s impressive recovery time... He moved away, the intention to gather supplies, halting as Ianto reached out towards him, “Jack...just you...” He spun round and took a step back to the sofa, his eyes questioning... Ianto’s crystal blue eyes blazed with love and he nodded, repeating softly “just you, cariad...”

Jack flung himself into the Welshman’s outstretched arms, the brief memory of that conversation flitting through his brain as he’d explained the medical and the various tests required as part of the Brigade health and fitness assessment... The flicker of memory raced away as their bodies melted against each other and hands roamed freely, kisses were deep and intense, tongues dancing sensuously then tangling wildly...

Sliding three fingers into Ianto’s mouth, Jack gazed deep into the young man’s eyes as he sucked on them...  “Love me, Jack...I need you...” as the Captain traced his fingers backwards towards the entrance to his lover’s body, stroking softly over the responsive skin... Both hitched a breath as he slipped a fingertip inside...

Their lips met in an intense kiss as they lost themselves in the heady scents and sounds of love and  passion... Jack prepared him carefully before finally pushing in slowly until they were joined as one and he made love to him tenderly....reverently...hands entwined, eyes locked on each other’s as they met thrust for thrust, edging ever closer to the bliss of release...

It was like nothing either had experienced before and they flew off the precipice to soar like eagles in free flight as their bodies shuddered repeatedly with exquisite pleasure and they kissed tenderly, relishing their closeness and the tingling afterglow as they came down from their orgasmic high...

Jack brushed his thumb lovingly over Ianto’s cheek as they slumped together against the cushions “I love you, Ianto Jones...now and for always...”

Ianto’s soft smile was all the response he needed, before pressing their lips together, the Welshman’s “love you too, cariad...” swallowed by their gentle kiss...

Breaking apart, Jack grabbed the nearest item of clothing, his shirt, and cleaned them up before taking Ianto’s hand and leading him up to bed. Sleep came quickly, wrapped in each other’s arms...

On screen, the credits rolled...

tbc