Twos and Blues...19/?

[zazajb]

 

Title: Twos and Blues: 19/? 
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 3300

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. Yet another Parent’s evening this week... xxx

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

Twos and Blues 19/?

 

Chapter 19

 

Ianto woke before the alarm, opening his eyes to see Jack gazing down at him, a gentle smile playing on his lips; lips he wasted no time in pressing against the Welshman’s in a sweet and tender kiss. “Hey gorgeous!” he quipped as they broke apart and Ianto stretched luxuriously, before returning to his Captain’s embrace, snuggling in closer with a contented sigh.

Jack traced a finger around Ianto’s soft and sensual mouth “You’re so beautiful, Yanno...” he whispered softly, kissing away the Welshman’s protest. “I’ve never met anyone like you...and I’m just so lucky...” His words caught in his throat and his eyes sparkled with unshed tears as Ianto crushed their lips together in a searing kiss, rolling them over so he had his Captain pressed into the mattress...

Jack’s hands stroked down Ianto’s back, settling on his hips to tug him closer still, the Welshman resting on his elbows either side of Jack’s head as he peppered his face with feather-light kisses; the barely-there touch sending delicious tendrils of desire  racing through them both...

Alarm clocks, work and coffee shops were forgotten as they lost themselves in hot, wet kisses, hands roaming bare skin to caress and tantalise as passions grew... Jack pulled back, somewhat breathless from their steamy kiss, to gaze deep into Ianto’s cobalt blues eyes, “I want to feel you moving deep inside me...just you..please my Yanno...love me...” Ianto’s heart skipped a few beats as his hands spread possessively over his Captain’s body, rolling them once more to end up side by side.

Sliding several fingers into Jack’s mouth, he attacked the older man’s neck, nipping with his teeth and soothing with his tongue as Jack sucked hungrily on his fingers and feral want built rapidly from their bellies...

“Now...Yanno...please...” Jack mumbled around the Welshman’s fingers, moaning as first one then a second slid inside him, drawing a gasp as they hit that magic spot and a rush of pleasure rippled through him... Turning over, Jack arched back against Ianto as he inched in slowly...carefully...until the older man was whimpering needily, craning his neck to capture Ianto’s mouth in a messy, misaligned kiss as his hands clawed at the Welshman’s skin.

Ianto made love to him...slow, deliberate thrusts that took them ever closer to the edge until they burst into the cosmos on wave after wave of exquisite pleasure... Ianto slumped, sweaty and sated, panting hard, against Jack’s back, his other hand working his Captain through his explosive release until his shudders had stopped and they kissed sweetly, enjoying their closeness as they got their breath back.

Pressing soft kisses to Jack’s neck and shoulders, they lay still, remaining joined as long as possible, until the alarm went off and they relocated reluctantly to the bathroom where they washed each other gently under the shower... Finally, dry and dressed, they made their way downstairs for coffee and the start of another day.

They didn’t linger – a swift coffee and they were on their way back to @Yanno to prepare for the day and set up breakfast for Rhi, Mica and Lauren. Ianto put his giant chocolate cake together while Jack  sorted out the breakfast essentials and the shop was full of the delicious aroma of freshly baked croissants and cinnamon twists when the ladies arrived.

Coffees were made and they sat down to enjoy a good natured, banter-filled breakfast. Rhi helped Mica set up the kitchen while Lauren and Jack made sure everything was stocked out front, Ianto smiling at their efficient organisation so all he had to do was check that the till had a float in and all the books were done...

At ten to eight they were ready and Jack was opening the doors. The orders came thick and fast, but they were handled with ease and once Rhi was happy the girls could cope without her, she left them to it and joined the queue, ordering a luxury hot chocolate, which she drank with enjoyment whilst checking her emails on the computer.

Jack cleared tables, ferried orders back and forth and was generally useful, enjoying the brushes of hands and the delicious electric tingle they still got every time... In the quieter moments he stood in the archway between the kitchen and the shop, simply gazing his fill, watching as Ianto’s long slim fingers created perfect coffee after perfect coffee, every one an exquisite blend of precision and finesse, concentration etched on his face until that tiny smile when the finished art was handed over... Jack’s heart swelled with pride and he thanked again whatever fates had brought this amazing man into his life...

Rhi had long since left to go shopping, both girls had been relieved in turn by Jack to have their breaks and the lunchtime rush had given way to ‘afternoon tea’ when Ianto glanced up at his next customer with his customary welcoming smile...and the colour drained from his face...

Jack came out of the kitchen with a tray full of clean mugs from the dishwasher to find John Hart and Ianto staring at each other. The Welshman’s face was pale but his eyes were narrowed, steel and anger flashing from those clear blue depths...

Two more strides and Jack was by Ianto’s side, an arm flung reassuringly around his shoulders as he added his glare to the one already directed at the unwelcome visitor what the hell is he doing out of jail thudding through his head...

“I don’t want any trouble...” Hart spoke quietly...almost apologetically and if Jack hadn’t known him, this was almost convincing. He tugged Ianto closer, feeling the young man’s body trembling beside him, although he didn’t let it show.

“Get out of my shop...” Ianto’s Welsh tones rolled around the words, low and controlled. “You’re not – never will be – welcome here...”

Hart’s lips compressed to a thin line, a movement Jack instantly recognised as a sign Hart’s temper was about to explode. He attempted a tight smile.

“John, this isn’t a good idea...please leave...now...”

Scowling fiercely Hart slammed his clenched fists on the counter and leant forwards, his face just inches from Ianto’s “...he won’t stay with you, you know, Eye Candy...we shared something...something special...and he’ll be back...” the bitter snarl contorting his handsome chiselled features into something predatory...vicious and ugly...

Ianto stared back, refusing to be intimidated, drawing strength from Jack’s warmth pressed close against him. “Leave now...last time I’m asking...”

“I’ll have you, Jones...” the thinly veiled threat, unmistakable in its double meaning, had Jack’s fury almost erupting, held in check only to prevent a scene in Ianto’s shop, as the volatile firefighter turned his gaze towards his Captain. “You’ll be back to me, Jack...once you’ve finished grieving a second time...”

The words hit Jack like a body blow and he froze momentarily, the coiled tension startling Ianto with its intensity. His parting shot delivered, John spun on his heel and stalked out.

The entire exchange had taken less than two minutes, the customers following in the queue barely aware of their narrow escape from witnessing a full-scale physical punch-up...

Ianto forced a smile at the young couple next in the queue, taking their order and turning to sort out the beans, his hands shaking as his brain replayed the encounter in every detail.

“Sweetheart...you okay..?” Jack’s anguished whisper was curiously at odds with the haunted look in his eyes.

Nodding, Ianto forced a tiny smile “now’s not the time, cariad...later...” The irony struck him as he recalled the same word from the previous day – with totally different outcomes in mind, a wry grin crossing his face as a flash of red silk shot through his head. He leant forward to press a light kiss to Jack’s cheek as the other man hovered close by, wanting to sweep Ianto into his arms and hold him tightly but not quite knowing what to do with a shop full of customers...

“Closing time...yeah?” Jack nodded as Ianto’s words penetrated the tangled knots of his thoughts and the brief warmth of his lips stirred him into action. He stepped aside and began stacking the clean mugs onto the wire trays, Hart’s words burning through layers of emotions he’d long since buried...

Jack’s phone beeped in his pocket as he headed back to the kitchen, digging the mobile out as he went. The message wasn’t from Hart as he’d feared, but did explain why the man was roaming freely. Sergeant Stone’s message was brief and to the point; Hart had been seen by the Psyche team, been back in front of the magistrate and had been bailed, pending reports. The Fire Service Welfare had also been in contact.

Thumbing a swift message of thanks for the update – a courtesy Stone had not been required to give  – Jack jammed the phone back into his pocket and emptied the kitchen bin, almost running outside with the bulging black bin liner in his haste to get out into the air. He dumped the bag into the roller bin and slumped back against the wall, desperately fighting back the huge wracking sobs that Hart’s final words had unleashed, a swirling vortex of dark motions threatening to drag him back to a place he thought he’d left way behind in his distant past...

How long he was out there he didn’t know, suddenly hearing Mica’s voice calling him “Unca Jack...Unca Jack..?” He scrubbed at his eyes and took a deep breath, before tugging his phone out of his pocket and walked back into the kitchen, apparently finishing a fire service related call “...no...tell Simon, absolutely no problem to cover...we can have a crew standing by at your station or our own – whatever control prefers...” he pretended to listen, nodding as he forced a smile and a chuckle...”and don’t forget we want pictures of the stag do! Just let me know when and we’ll set it up..! Yeah, okay...bye!”

He glanced up to see Mica and Ianto both staring at him. He grinned crookedly “How we doing?”

“We’ve closed now, unca Jack...” Mica looked from Jack to Ianto. “I’ll go help Lauren tidy up the shop...”  Neither even noticed her go...

“Jack..? Where were you? I was so worried...I thought Hart might’ve come back and hurt you like before... I couldn’t bear to lose you...” Ianto’s tremulous whisper cut the tension like a knife, Jack’s tears finally spilling down his face and he threw himself at the Welshman as they clung to each other like drowning men to a life raft. Jack buried his face into Ianto’s neck and immersed himself in the reassuring scent that was just Ianto, the young man’s hands threading through his Captain’s hair as he whispered “I love you” over and over...

They remained like that for long minutes, heaving sobs shaking their bodies as relief washed over them. Finally, they broke apart and dried each other’s tears before their lips met in a soft kiss that grew rapidly into one of wild passion, borne of a need to prove to themselves that they were still alive, hands tugging shirts and staff polo tops from waistbands to slide underneath to the warm flesh below and the world around them faded away...

They were dragged back to the present with a jolt  by the girls’ giggling followed by Rhi’s resigned sigh as she came in through the back door to collect Mica and Lauren as they’d arranged earlier. “At least you’ve still got your trousers done up this time..!” She grinned, the smile vanishing as she took in the sight of the tear tracks on their pale faces and their red-rimmed eyes. “What’s happened?” she demanded, shooting a penetrating stare first at her daughter, then her brother and finally his lover.

Ianto shrugged “It’s nothing Rhi...”

She snorted disbelievingly “yeah, right, looks like it! Spill it...now”

The two men looked at each other, silent messages flitting back and forth. Wrapping his arms tighter around his beloved Welshman, Jack met Rhi’s gaze, “a jealous ex of mine came visiting today – he was uninvited, unpleasant and was told in no uncertain terms to get lost...he won’t be back...” he kissed the top of Ianto’s head, the young man’s face pressed into his Captain’s shoulder as he lost himself in the warmth of his embrace...

Rhi’s eyes narrowed as she digested the explanation, assessing the likely veracity...“he won’t cause trouble?” she paused, adding softly “you promised me Jack, you promised that you’d look after him...”

“I will...I am...John’s history...very old history...” he gave a tiny smile “I love Ianto, Rhi...I’d die before I let anyone hurt him...”

Rhi hesitated then smiled in return, nodding at the two teenagers who’d stood open mouthed at the exchange, “Come on girls...time to go...”

Mica and Lauren hurried towards the door, whispering “bye unca Yanno, unca Jack...” as they passed the two entwined figures.

Pausing, Rhi glanced back from the door, Jack and Ianto were once again lost in each other, kissing hotly, tongues duelling... She shook her head, smiled fondly and closed the door behind her.

In the kitchen, passions rose, the pair finally breaking for air when breathing became a necessity for the continuance of life. Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him upstairs where they tumbled onto the bed, lips locked once more as feral want and need raged through them...

Hand in hand they sauntered back down the stairs an hour or so later, hair damp from their shower, the possessive, imprinted branding of each other’s bodies hidden under jeans and t-shirts. Belatedly checking the shop, Ianto was impressed with the clean-up the girls had done – everything was exactly as it should be and he made a mental note to thank them in the morning. He checked his supplies, noting he had enough cakes and biscuits for the following day but would need to do a general wholesale order on Monday...

Jack’s arms slid around Ianto’s waist as the Captain pressed close behind him and rested his chin on his Welshman’s shoulder, watching him making their coffee to go with the sandwiches already set out on the table in one of the booths.  Once the coffee was made, Ianto turned his head, their lips brushing lightly “you need to let me go now, Jack!” grinning as the older man’s arms tightened their hold around him.

“Never!” Jack’s hands slid to Ianto’s hips, turning the young man to face him as he captured his mouth, tongue seeking entry where it proceeded to map every contour until Ianto was keening in his arms, knees weak and heartbeat pounding wildly... “I don’t ever want to let you go...”

Ianto cupped his Captain’s face with both hands “I’m not going anywhere, Jack...” his voice softened and he pressed their lips together “yours always, cariad...” Smiling that tiny smile that sent Jack’s butterflies soaring into flight, Ianto turned and picked up their drinks “C’mon...I’m hungry..!” He winked ”you wore me out so if you want any more later, I need to eat!” chuckling as Jack’s hands resettled on his waist and propelled him swiftly towards the booth.

They ate in comfortable silence, an unspoken agreement to move past Hart’s unscheduled and unwelcome incursion. Sandwiches and a shared slice of fruit cake enjoyed, they leant back and finished their coffee. Ianto ran his fingers absently around the contours of his empty mug. “Do you think Tosh and Owen will mind if we don’t go clubbing tonight? I’m really not in the mood now...” He bit his bottom lip, worrying the tender flesh with his teeth.

Jack fished his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll bring them up to date as well...maybe we can go to Pulse with them another time...” He dialled Owen, putting the call on loudspeaker so Ianto could hear, Owen obviously doing the same as they could hear Tosh’s horrified exclamation as Jack described Hart’s visit.

 “Are you both okay?” They could hear the worry in Tosh’s voice and Ianto replied immediately that they were somewhat pissed off, but perfectly well!

He paused, “Tosh, Owen...would you mind if we just went for a quiet drink tonight, I’m not really in the mood for dancing now...” Jack reached for Ianto’s hand, sliding their fingers together, squeezing gently.

“Yeah, no problem, we can go to The Captain’s Wife...Tosh’s favourite pub, isn’t it sweetheart!” Owen chuckled “she likes the real fire and the comfy armchairs..!”

“Owen...”

“Yes, love...”

“Shut up!”

“Yes, love!”

Jack and Ianto grinned at the banter on the other end of the phone as Owen continued. “Shall we meet you there around seven thirty? Don’t eat before you go, they’ve got a great menu...”

Tosh interrupted, laughing “he means it’s his turn to cook and he fancies a steak and chips, several pints of Red Dragon Brewery real ale and a huge slab of cheesecake and cream without having to do the washing up afterwards!”

“Tosh darling..?”

“Yes Owen...”

”Shut up!”

There was the sound of scuffling and smothered giggles. Owen returned to the phone briefly “see you later, just got the time to show her who’s boss..!” He raised his voice “Tosh...up those stairs..!” The giggling intensified and the sound of footsteps pounding on wooden stairs was shut off abruptly.

“I love those guys!” Jack looked at his watch. “We’ve got time for a walk or something...” he pressed a gentle kiss to their joined hands.

“Can we just curl up on the sofa or the bed...I just want to get my head around today...“ Ianto looked pleadingly at the other man who gathered him into his arms and held him tightly, before leading them up the stairs to the flat and into the bedroom. Pausing only to check his trainers were by the bed in case of a shout and take his bleeper from his hip, setting it on the bedside table, Jack lay down and opened his arms. Ianto snuggled into them, scooting his hips backwards until he was curled up on his side, his back pressed to Jack’s chest as the Captain’s arm draped possessively around his waist and their legs tangled reassuringly.

“Love you Jack...” Ianto’s tiny whisper brought a smile and a sudden sting of tears to Jack’s eyes. He blinked them away.

“Me too, sweetheart...me too...”

Moments later, Ianto had fallen asleep. Jack held him tightly and kept watch...

tbc