SilverFish by a_silver_story | Chapter 4
Title: SilverFish
Chapter 04/??
Author a_silver_story
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Jack and Ianto in prison - with plot, and lots and lots of smut. Sorry, I can't help it.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Torchwood Index
First Chapter
His dreams now seemed to consist mainly of rolling and tumbling, the feel of cotton brushing against his skin and something warm; soft and hard at the same time; grasping hold of his body and pulling him along with it as they moved together. Sometimes he was on top, sometimes he was on his back, that cotton-on-skin feeling making his Dream Self sigh, and if there was time before the next tumble, clasp the sheets into his fist and feel the soft material caress the back of his hand.
The warm, soft, hard thing is most definitely a body, and he can't quite make out whose it is just yet, but that doesn't matter. Eyes close and his Dream Self only feels, a hand running up his back and squeezing his shoulder in a firm grip. The tumbling stops abruptly, and he is lying on his back. He's out of breath, his toes curling, his fists slowly closing into bunches of the cotton sheets.
A gasp escapes, and he knows what is pressing into the opening of his body and he welcomes it, the other presence heavy on top of him, their movement almost experimental and uncertain.
It feels so good, and he wants more. He runs his hand up the chest before him, listening to ragged breathing that isn't just his own, resting the hand on a tense shoulder and raising his eyes to the face before him and realising that it wa-
"Jack ... Captain, you getting up?"
Jack opened a bleary eye, lifting his head laboriously to look over his shoulder at Ianto, stood there fully dressed and trying to rouse him. He dropped his head back to his pillow heavily. "What do you want?" he grumbled.
"The screws are coming 'round, sir."
"Mmf."
"Jack ...."
"I'm getting up!"
Ianto stepped back from the bunk beds, making a quick retreat. "Sorry."
"What have I told you about apologising?"
Jack sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to climb down. Ianto averted his eyes, turning and suddenly becoming very interested in the sink. The Captain frowned at his back for second, then glanced down at himself. He sniggered as Ianto tried not to be awkward.
"You ... uh ... you said 'never apologise, just make them think you did it on purpose'."
Jack smirked. "So ... go on then ...."
"'Go on then' what?" Ianto frowned, losing interest in the sink and turning to face him. He kept his eyes firmly on Jack's face.
"Go on then ... convince me that you woke me up from my nice dream on purpose?"
Ianto's eyes widened slightly, and a slight colouration rose to his cheeks. "I ... I ... I didn't ... I woke you up on purpose, sir," he eventually settled on saying. "I ... didn't know you were ... um ...."
"Having a nice dream?"
Ianto nodded and turned back to the sink, putting some toothpaste on his toothbrush and starting to scrub his teeth. Jack suspected he'd have already brushed his teeth, and now just desperately didn't want to talk.
"You're so awkward," sighed Jack, knowing now was the best time to bait him - when he couldn't talk back (If Ianto ever did talk with his mouth full, Jack would take it as a sign of the Apocalypse) - and everything would be pent up until he could spit and rinse. "I have an erection. Get over it, prudish little Welshman." Ianto shot him a glare, but be damned if he wasn't going to clean his teeth properly. "I've been wondering ... are you a virgin?" Ianto rolled his eyes, not rising to it, and Jack hopped down from the bed. He made a show of pulling out his waistband and having a look. "I could help you with that ...."
Ianto spat into the sink and rinsed his brush. He hesitated when Jack's hand landed firmly on his shoulder, turning him so that they faced each other. Jack had a playful glint in his eye that Ianto hadn't seen since the afternoon when Jack had realised he'd given Ianto an erection - and then Owen had had 'words' and ... did he really ruin everything by making Jack back off? Or had Jack really been what Ianto wanted?
Before Jack could comment further, Ianto shook him off. "I didn't think you'd want me staring, is all." he reasoned. "I wouldn't want you staring at me."
"Who says I was staring at you?" Jack asked defensively, folding his arms and taking a minute step back.
Ianto frowned. "Nobody. I was just sayi-"
"I don't stare at you. I don't even think of you."
"I wasn't suggesting you did!"
"Whatever. You're ... you ... what are you going to accuse me of next?"
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. "I wasn't accusing or suggesting anything! I was ... being empathetic."
Jack turned from him. "Get out while I get dressed."
Ianto's eyes rolled dramatically. "I can't. The screws haven't unlocked us yet. I'll just ... lie on my bed and shut my eyes, if you're suddenly all body-shy."
"I'm not body-shy. Consider not seeing my body a punishment for you."
Ianto lay down on his bed and turned his back so that he was facing the wall. He reached down the side of his mattress to retrieve his chocolate from between it and the fitted sheet, rustling the foil a little as he broke some off. "I'm never waking you up from nice dreams again if you're this grumpy," he grumbled.
"What was that?" asked Jack from the sink.
"Nothing," sighed Ianto, popping a dark square into his mouth.
"You weren't in my dream," Jack scowled.
"Oh what? I never said I was!"
"Good! 'Cause you weren't! Why would you be?"
Ianto turned on his mattress, frowning at Jack's back. "I ... did you ..." His eyes widened with the realisation. "Oh my God, Jack you are so transparent!"
"You ... I'm not! You weren't! People say I'm vain, and you're suggesting I dream about you!"
"I said no such thing. You did! And now ... eugh ... now you've made everything weird!"
Jack's mouth was firmly closed, his lips pressed into a line. "I'm sorry," he eventually said, though he didn't mean it.
Ianto sighed and opted to get the water flowing under the bridge as fast as possible. "No you're not. You did it on purpose, remember?" he joked.
"Why would I dream of you on purpose?"
"Maybe you could hear me wandering around and I filtered through?" Ianto suggested, determined not to be hurt or offended.
"So you made me dream of you?"
"So you definitely did dream of me, sir?"
Jack's mouth snapped shut again as a scrape sounded from outside the cell door. It swung inwards and Officer Cooper stood there, smiling brightly. "Morning, lads! Oo ... morning Captain!" She gave Jack's crotch a cheeky salute.
Ianto sniggered, and Jack unabashedly folded his arms, a strange, cheery and confident persona slipping into place and masking the insecure man that had stood there only a moment before. "He's such a morning person. Can't get him up fast enough sometimes."
Gwen laughed. "Oi, you be careful. I'll have you written up."
Jack shrugged. "What's life without an ongoing sexual harassment case?"
Ianto sniggered, standing. "Chocolate, ma'am?" he offered to Gwen.
"Oooo don't mind if I do." She licked her lips and went for a relatively small piece.
"That's tiny. Have another one," insisted Ianto.
"Ohh ... I couldn't."
"It's not like you need to watch your figure," he smiled, giving her a wink.
She smiled and gave in, taking another piece and popping it into her mouth. She sucked and closer her eyes. "Mmmm ... that's good ...."
Jack cut in. "Well, Office Cooper, I'd love for you to stay but I need to get dressed now. I'm already on a warning for being written up," he winked.
Gwen laughed and rolled her eyes. "See you later!" she called, and left to unlock the rest of the row.
"What the hell was that?" Jack demanded.
"... I gave her some chocolate and a compliment. I happen to know women are rather fond of chocolate and compliments, sir."
"Don't even pretend screws are your friends!" Jack fumed. "They're not!"
"You pretend! What's wrong with having her on my side?"
"Go away. I'm getting dressed."
Ianto rolled his eyes, tucked his chocolate back down the side of his mattress and marched down to Owen's cell. Over the past week, he'd been spending more and more time there. Jack had been getting colder and colder since ... Owen's 'words'.
He knocked and entered, finding only John in there.
"Where's Owen?" asked Ianto.
"Well hello there, Eye-Candy!" John grinned, ignoring the question. "Wandering off on your own again? Or is anything other than the space between this cell and yours out of bounds?"
"You cried on your first trip to the communal showers," Ianto replied coolly. John's eyes flashed. "Just tell me where Owen went."
"You've been lucky so far, Eye-Candy. Just wait until they take you in with the Saxons on your own."
Ianto sighed, then bit his lip. "John ... I ... why did we get off on the wrong foot?"
John seemed taken aback by the question. "Because ... you ... because we did. We're not supposed to like each other."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Look ... I'm sorry that ... I got put in Jack's cell."
"And?"
Ianto was unsure what else to apologise for. "'And' what?"
John's arms folded across his chest. "We can't like each other, Eye-Candy. We're two bitches after the same dog. We can't get along."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "It's not like that. I'm not even ... interested in him."
"Yeah. And the Pope's Jewish."
He felt his jaw drop. "I'm not! He ... I ... I'm str- ... he's not my type."
"Jack's everyone's type," John smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "Yeah ... hmm. You're his type, too."
"Let me guess - Jack's type is everybody?"
John shook his head. "Nope - the good Captain is rather picky," he bitterly admitted. "Dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones; emotionally unbalanced, a little too innocent and, most importantly, naive enough to fall for his crap."
"Oh?" Ianto replied, unable to think of anything else and shifting edgily.
"Exactly how I was," John mumbled, his tone still bitter. He sat on the lower bunk. "Go away," he said, lifting his legs to hug his knees. "But before you do, take a good hard look at what Captain Jack Harkness will turn you into."
Ianto stared at him for a couple of seconds, then retreated as fast as he could. He walked quickly back towards his cell, nearly going straight into Owen on the walkway.
"Sorry," Ianto muttered, and Owen caught his arm.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ianto shook him off. "I think a ghost would have made less of an impression. Going down to breakfast?"
Owen shrugged. "May as well. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Just hungry," Ianto assured him, making his way towards the stairs, Owen following behind and catching up, slightly confused. In the end he decided not to ask.
They queued up and got their meagre meals in silence, sitting down at an empty table as the hall began to fill.
"Jack's been off with me," Ianto finally said. "That is ... off with me if he's ever been on with me. He sent me away."
Owen shrugged. "He'll get over it."
"Will he?"
Owen sighed, and set down his spoon. "Look ... are you ... having second thoughts?"
"About what?"
"Shagging Jack."
Ianto was pretty sure he hadn't just blushed: he'd changed colour. "I ... not ... I didn't mean ... I just want to be on his good side ... and ... you know ... make him stop being all moody ... I wasn't ... I didn't mean ... I didn't ...."
Rolling his eyes, Owen picked up his spoon again. "You want him to stop being arsey at you for being straight?"
"Um ... yeah?"
"Then flirt with him a bit. He'll need to know you're cool before he can be cool."
"Why wouldn't I be cool?" he asked, though he was already thinking of several flirtatious lines and comments he might be able to throw in the Captain's direction.
"Because you were annoyed at him for advancing on you, remember?"
"Mmm. S'pose," Ianto agreed dully. "Owen?"
"Yahuh?"
"What was John like when he first came here?"
"I told you: they were already here when I got put away. You gonna eat that?" he asked, pointing at Ianto's toast.
Ianto shook his head and he grabbed it. "How long had he been in?"
"Pfft. I dunno. Two years? I know Jack had been in two years by then."
"How long is he doing altogether?"
"Erm ... I think eight years. Three done, five to go."
Ianto put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and tried not to grimace. "Surely even cardboard would taste better than this ...?" he scowled.
Owen laughed, then jerked his head towards the stairs. "Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumber are on their way."
Jack and John appeared, walking towards the queue together. Jack pushed to the front as he usually did, allowing John in in front of him. In less than five minutes they were on their way to the table, and Ianto was resolutely staring at his tasteless breakfast and not looking either Jack or John in the eye.
"Morning, Owen," Jack grinned setting down his tray next to Ianto. John sat opposite them, instantly beginning work on his cereal.
"Ugh," he grimaced. "My favourite: Cardboard Flakes."
Jack sniggered quietly. "At least we're recycling. Saving the planet 'n' that."
Ianto let his his own soggy flakes drop from his spoon into his bowl for effect. "Fuck the planet - I want Kellogg's."
"Mmm," Jack agreed. "Or full English."
"Full Welsh. Laverbread, extra oatmeal and bacon. Yum."
The other three made disgusted sounds, and Owen put Ianto's half-eaten toast back on his plate. "Eugh - I thought Full Welsh was the same as Full English?"
Ianto shrugged. "In hotels, perhaps." He wondered for a second if Jack would hit the ball if he threw it, and decided to go for it anyway. "We eat cockles, too."
Jack snorted. "I prefer cocks."
John gave a wicked smirk. "Hear, hear, Big Boy."
Biting his lip, Ianto decided to be brave. "I'll vouch for that, sir."
"Woahh!" Owen held up his hands. "TMI?"
John shot him a look filled with venom.
"What?" Ianto shrugged. "He has nice dreams."
Jack sniggered into his hand, but bumped his knee against Ianto's in warning. Ianto gave him an eye-roll, avoiding eye contact with John and knowing that he was probably being sent a death glare.
"Oh stop it, John," he heard Jack laugh. "He's straight, you jealous moron."
"Yeah," John agreed. "So was I. You want my toast, Owen? I'm not hungry."
Owen nodded over his mouthful, and snatched up the toast as John took his still pretty much full tray to the waste hatch.
"'Oo 'no," Owen managed thoughtfully. "I 'fink 'dis bread wuz stale when 'dey puh' ih' in't toastah...."
"Is stale bread bad for you?" asked Ianto.
Owen shrugged.
"I thought you were a doctor?"
"'Scuse me!" Owen scowled, swallowing. "Still am a doctor, thank you very much. And as you said: doctor. Not dietician. Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen - I need to go and make sure nobody kills anybody."
Ianto glanced to the side at Jack, and noticed he was watching John's progress up to the top of the stairs. Owen made his way to the waste hatch, one eye on John and the other on where he was going.
Giving Jack a nudge to bring him back to earth, Ianto raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were over John?"
"I said I thought I was over John. I dunno," he sighed. "He's ... confusing."
"How so?"
"Do we have to talk about this here?"
Ianto shrugged. "You finished your breakfast?"
Jack downed his orange juice. "Have now."
"Coming upstairs?"
"The double entendre almost bit me."
Ianto's eyes widened, then he sniggered and smirked. "Put it away," he sighed.
Jack grinned and picked up his tray to follow him and dispose of its contents. "You've forgiven me?"
"I was never in a state of needing to forgive you. I thought you needed to forgive me."
"What for?"
"Being awkward."
Trays put away, they headed towards the stairs. They were part way up the first flight when a harsh, female voice called out for Jack.
"Ahh, Ms Guppy. How might I help you?"
"You have a visitor," she scowled, as if the idea of speaking to the Captain disgusted her.
"Who?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Who do you think? That bloody lawyer. Hurry up and get to before I write you up for slovenly behaviour," she threatened, eyes narrowed.
Jack sighed. "Go on up - and watch yourself. I'll be back soon."
Ianto nodded and instantly began hurrying up the stairs as fast as he could without it looking obvious. He felt strange not having Owen or Jack by his side, and they probably hadn't helped with his new fear of being anywhere alone. Stupid prison.
He halted when someone stepped into his way, and keeping his eyes down he tried to step around them. They moved to block his way again, and raising his eyes he found himself face to face with a Saxon who's name he didn't know.
"Hello," grinned the Saxon. "My name's Adam ."
Ianto stared at him and swallowed.
"On your own?" asked Adam. "I'd be careful if I were you ...."
"Yeah," nodded Ianto, trying not to appear nervous. "Oh - Hi John!" he smiled, and gave a small wave directed behind Adam. Adam turned, and found nothing but air behind him. He looked back to find that Ianto had shot off in the opposite direction and was already about to go into his cell, glancing over his shoulder with an expression Adam interpreted as 'smug'.
Ianto shut the metal door behind him, knowing he shouldn't but feeling he had to. He liked it when the door was shut - it was just him, or just him and Jack, and it was safe. He leaned with his back on the door for a moment, took a deep breath, then went to sit on his bunk. With a sigh he lay his head back on his pillow and stared at the mattress above him, losing himself in thought.
He wondered what Jack would be seeing his lawyer about, and sincerely hoped he wouldn't be fighting a successful appeal and getting out and leaving him. He'd been in prison three weeks, and already was far too dependent on him and Owen. He'd been introduced to a few people, who simply nodded to him and then carried on their conversations with Jack or Owen, and Ianto had become more and more aware of other quieter prisoners who seemed to be the same as him: never allowed anywhere alone, never spoke to anybody they didn't know, only greeted by other alpha prisoners with a nod of acknowledgement.
Ianto supposed it was for his own good, and it seemed to be working with the other prisoners. Hardly anyone on the Torchwood side of things wound up injured or cornered, whereas quieter Saxons were constantly finding themselves picked on and picked off.
Using the only real mentor:student analogy Ianto really had, he supposed he was the Padawan to Jack's Jedi. The thought made him smile to himself, before his mind wandered into creating its own X-rated lightsabre jokes.
He jumped as the door flew open with a clang, and sat bolt upright, narrowliy avoiding smacking his head on the supports above. Jack was in the doorway, and his expression quickly turned from worried to annoyed, and he folded his arms.
"What have I told you about shutting the door?"
"I just wanted a little privacy," Ianto replied quietly.
"Ianto ... I saw this door closed and nearly went out of my mind. You know what a closed door means to a cell mate on the other side of it?"
Ianto shook his head, and Jack moved to kneel in front of him. "It means something's happened. Something's not right. For all I knew, a Saxon had got you and dumped you here. That's what the closed door means."
Ianto blinked. "I ... I'm sorry, sir."
"If you want privacy, just push it to. Leave it open ajar. Never fully close it unless I'm in here."
"Sorry."
Jack sighed and pulled himself up to sit on the bed beside him. "You've got a lot to learn, SilverFish. Can't expect you to pick it up all at once."
Ianto scowled. "You know, 'Ianto' contains less syllables than that stupid nickname."
Jack leaned back on his elbows. "I know," he grinned, and reached up to pinch his nose. "but it doesn't make that cute little scowl appear, does it?"
Ianto batted his hand away, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged. "Can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"... what did Owen say to you?"
"That you're straight. I take it too far. You're uncomfortable. You don't like it," Jack reeled off shortly. His body language remained open, however difficult it was for him.
"Mm," Ianto nodded, and stared at the top of his right knee. "I'm sorry."
"Will you stop apologising for everything?" Jack snapped.
Ianto had to bit his lip to stop another 'sorry' escaping his mouth. "I ... I ... um. Afterwards," he continued, pressing on. "You ... you touched me. And you said 'that's all I needed to know'. What ... what did you mean ....?"
"Look," sighed Jack. "If you want to deny yourself what you really want, that's your business. Just make sure you don't lead anybody on by ... I don't know ... letting them touch you, letting yourself get hard and then snatching everything away?"
"I didn't mean to! I didn't realise ... I'd already talked about ... to Owen. And then you ... and I ... I didn't think ... It was just bad timing!"
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I didn't know I'd like ... y'know ...." Ianto murmured, blushing slightly, his eyes set firmly anywhere except on Jack.
The Captain regarded him for a long moment, then tipped his head back and sighed. "Close the door," he ordered.
"You said ... ?"
"I said when I'm not in here. Now close the door."
Ianto was suddenly very, very nervous. He did as he was told, and lingered by the exit.
"Come sit back down," Jack offered, patting the bed beside him and sitting up until he could rest his elbows on his knees. Again, Ianto did as he was told. He took in a sharp breath as Jack raised his hands to the top of his fastened boiler-suit buttons.
"What are you doing?" he asked, flinching back. Jack didn't reply, and undid the first popper then the second, slowly and drawing it out.
"Tell me when to stop ...." he whispered, and Ianto tried to suppress a shiver. He lowered his eyes and watched Jack's fingers popping open the third, fourth and fifth buttons, his fingers brushing over the white undershirt and making Ianto's skin tingle beneath. Ianto's breathing became louder and shorter in anticipation, the sixth button popping open, then the seventh and then ...
"Look at me," Jack muttered, and Ianto raised his eyes to him. He felt the final popper jump apart beneath Jack's fingers, warm breath ghosting over his face as Jack moved closer. An arm snaked around his shoulders and pulled him back slightly, supporting him as the Captain practically cradled Ianto to him. Ianto held his gaze, his mouth dry, waiting for Jack's hand to slip lower and touch him.
His waistband tightened as Jack slipped his first few fingers below it, and Ianto gasped when he felt them touch the head of his erection. Jack didn't stop, pushing his hand down further until he had him in a firm grip, and he squeezed gently. Ianto's eyes rolled shut and he arched his back, his lips parting as he fought to draw in air. He writhed a little, Jack watching him intently. Prising his eyes open, he saw Jack removing his hand and pressing the tip of his middle finger to Ianto's lip. It took Ianto a second to figure it out, and parted his lips after a moment or two.
Jack moved his finger in and out between Ianto's lips before pulling it out with a pop. He slid his hand back inside the boiler-suit, and Ianto pulled in a sharp breath.
"Look at me," Jack muttered again. "Relax."
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, Jack's fingers brushing over his erection, his breath sharp and quick and getting faster. The hand went further down, pressing in between Ianto's legs and he bit his lip hard. Jack teased him a bit before finally pressing down with a small amount of force, touching Ianto's hole and watching him arch, out of breath and panting. He pressed a little harder, using more pressure as Ianto was finding it difficult to relax and making his entrance tighter.
Ianto could feel the burn a little already as he stretched the little way required for Jack's finger to enter him. He made a slightly strangled sound as he felt the tip slip inside, and his toes curled involuntarily.
"Stop!" he gapsed. "No ... no ... stop ...."
Jack's eyes slid shut, and he leaned his forehead against Ianto's for a second. "Okay."
Carefully he removed his hand, then let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on the bed.
Ianto's hands shook as he tried to fasten up his buttons, his breath slowly coming back. He stole a glimpse of Jack, lying on his back, staring up at the mattress above him. Taking a deep breath, Ianto pulled himself closer and lay down with his head on Jack's chest, tentatively relaxing when Jack didn't move. An arm, just as tentative as he had been, eventually rested around him.
"It wasn't ... you," Ianto said quiet. "It's just too fast. I'm not ready."
Jack's hand squeezed his shoulder. "Okay. I understand. But .... you do like me, though?"
"I ... yes," he admitted. "But ... Jack ... I don't think ... y'know ...John's still here. He's still with you. I can't ... do anything if he's still with you."
"He's leaving next month. On the tenth."
"So you'll wait until then?"
"As long as I can still sleep with John."
Ianto tensed, then sat up. He was pretty certain that Jack had just rolled his eyes behind him, so he turned and glared. "What the hell?"
"You can't expect me not to sleep with John if you're not putting out!"
Ianto was pretty sure his jaw just dropped. "So what ... we're just fuck toys to you?"
"That's not what I meant!"
"How else could you have meant it?" Ianto fumed, getting to his feet. Jack sat up, holding up his hands.
"Calm down! I simply meant there's no point splitting up with John if-"
"There is a point! I thought you liked me?"
"I do! That doesn't mean I won't bring myself to have sex with John!"
"You don't like John!"
"That doesn't mean I don't love him," Jack replied, sounding exasperated.
"I ... what? You said you didn't love him!"
"I said I didn't think I loved him! Huge difference!"
Ianto folded his arms. "How can you not like someone you love?"
"Oh ... c'mon, Ianto! What do you know about the world? You're what ... twenty?"
"Twenty-two."
"You don't even know who you are - how can you even pretend to understand me or my relationship?"
Ianto's mouth opened and closed a few times, but he chose not to say anything. Jack filled the gap.
"Whether I like you or not - and God knows why I like you - you don't have any jurisdiction over me or what I do - or even who I do for that matter. Just because we like each other doesn't mean that I'm your boyfriend or partner or whatever - I'm not yours. I'm not John's! I'm not anybody's!"
Ianto frowned at him for a moment. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
Jack blinked, and looked momentarily confused. "I ... I'm ...." He cleared his throat. "I can do what I like."
"Yeah? Well with that attidtude, you ain't doing me," Ianto sighed. "I'm going to Owen's."
He turned to the door, and yelped when Jack's hand closed tighty around his arm. "Don't you dare tell Owen what we did!"
Ianto turned, but instead of seeing angry, he saw pleading. "What?"
"Please - don't tell Owen what we did. I promised him I wouldn't ...."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So you do what you like and who you like ... as long as it's okay with Owen?"
Jack thought for a second, then a small smile pulled at his lips. Ianto couldn't help but smile back, and then Jack laughed at the absurdity. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, serious again.
"Ianto ... I ... I'm a complete bastard. You have to know that."
"I think I already do."
Jack searched his earnest face for a moment, then let him go. "I'm too old to change - and you're too young to just accept me as I am. I don't want to be the one to break your heart when you realise how truly ugly love is."
"No one said we had to fall in love, Jack. Maybe fuck buddies would be good for us - after John leaves."
Jack let out a disbelieving snigger. "As if you'd ever let yourself be just a fuck buddy ...."
Ianto made a playfully indignant sound. "I happen to be very well acquainted with the idea of casual sex, I'll have you know, sir."
Jack smirked. "Sure you are - or is a foray into the world of kinky casual sex where the 'sir' comes from?"
Just once, Ianto wished he wasn't so pale even the slightest flush was obvious. He wished he was more confident and less nervous about talking about 'these things'. He wished he wasn't embarrassed, but wishing didn't stop Jack grinning at the slight colouration creeping down from his temples and knowing he was doing his best to appear on a level playing field.
"Out of my way," he pouted, trying to push Jack away from the door so he could get out. "I promise I won't tell on you."
Reluctantly, Jack moved and sat on Ianto's bed, reaching up to pull his book down from beneath his pillow. "See you later," he smiled.
"Mm," nodded Ianto.
~*~*~*~
Ianto had spent pretty much the rest of the morning in Owen's cell, beating him at poker until he had no more cigarettes left. Owen had been surly and indignant, and Ianto had just grinned, counting the cigarettes out just to make a point.
"How did you get so good at poker?" Owen grumbled.
"I used to play with my dad and granddad when I was a kid. They considered themselves champions, so beating them was all the sweeter."
"Mm," scowled Owen.
The buzzer that signified lunch was ready for collecting sounded from the cafeteria, and Owen started putting the cards away. "What are you doing?" he asked, seeing that Ianto was handing him his large roll of cigarettes back.
"I don't want 'em," shrugged Ianto.
"You could trade them for hooch or porn and stuff. Keep 'em. You won 'em."
"I don't want hooch or porn and stuff. You keep 'em."
Owen grinned. "If you insist. I'll clear this away - you go fetch Jack. I'll find where John is - it's slightly worrying that I haven't seen him since after breakfast."
"Okay," nodded Ianto. "See you in a minute."
He left Owen's cell and walked the short way to his own, pausing when he saw the door was only left open a few inches. He figured Jack must still be reading, so pushed open the door and entered.
He froze.
Jack certainly wasn't reading.
He was lying on his back, and John was there, lying between his legs. They were both naked and sweating, eyes closed as they kissed deeply, John's hips rising and falling as Jack arched and grunted into his mouth. John's angle changed subtly, and Jack bit John's lip and raised his legs to wrap and link around his middle.
Ianto was transfixed.
His mouth was dry, and his breathing was turning heavy - his unsatisfied lust from earlier flaring up again a little too quickly, making him subconsciously bite down on his lip in hope of the pain possibly distracting him. He took a step backwards when Jack and John's kiss broke, John working his way down Jack's neck with butterfly kisses, his pace speeding up and Jack writhing and gritting his teeth.
Ianto tried to tear his eyes away, but managed it too late. Jack's eyes opened, and their eyes met across the room. Ianto was paralysed, terrified what Jack might do now that he'd seen him. He took a step back, but Jack didn't stop John. He ran his hand up John's back, cupping the back of his head so that his face remained buried in Jack's neck and he continued biting and licking and sucking and kissing. He kept his gaze locked on Ianto, arched his back a final time and came, letting out a sharp cry and never looking away.
The cry snapped Ianto back to his senses, and he shuffled on his feet for a moment before shooting out the door and practically running back to Owen's cell.
"Woah! Ianto!" Owen exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his skin. "What the hell?"
"Erm ... I found John?" he laughed weakly.
"Oh good - he hasn't killed anyone has he?"
Ianto shook his head. "Nope." His voice came out a little too high, and Owen frowned at him.
Then it clicked.
Owen sniggered. "You didn't walk in on them did you? Did you? You did? Hahaha! Oh dear God, what I would have paid to see your face!"
Ianto hung his head, trying to hide his blushing.
"Did they see you?"
Ianto clamped his mouth shut, and raised his eyes. He nodded slightly and Owen burst out laughing. "I bet John's gonna go mental!"
"John didn't see me. Jack did."
Owen was still sniggering. "That's not so bad then - I bet he even enjoyed it."
Ianto remembered the look on Jack's face as he came and drew in a sharp breath. He decided it was probably best to go with Owen's flow and make light of the situation. "I'm gonna be scarred for life now," he joked.
"I'd bet," Owen grimaced. "I walked in on them sucking each other off once."
"Must have been traumatising - but at least they weren't doing it in your bed."
"Sick bastards - But least if they fall off they won't injure themselves. Forward thinking and all that."
"Them injuring themselves wouldn't put me off my lunch, though, would it?"
"Depends - what if they landed on you?"
Ianto pretended to think about it. "Y'know ... if it was Jack ... I could live with that."
"Ew." Owen scrunched his face up.
Ianto grinned at him. "I'm hungry," he complained, remembering lunch. "Shall we just ... go without them?"
"Without who?"
Jack appeared out in the doorway, leaning casually in the frame. He entered the cell, and gave Ianto a playful smack on the backside when he wasn't looking.
Ianto nearly leaped a mile into the air. "Jack! I wasn't expecting that then!" he snapped.
Jack grinned at him."Neither was I," he winked. "Anybody hungry?"
John appeared, leaning in the door frame with one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded. "I'm always hungry for more," he smirked.
Jack grinned at him. "Hold the drink - John's had plenty."
Owen made disgusted sounds. "You're a sick man, Harkness."
Ianto stared at the floor. "Can we just go and get food, please?"
"Sure," grinned Jack, turning. "Come on, then!"
~*~*~*~
Ianto had remained quiet throughout lunch, inputting very little to the idle conversation itself and laughing along only half-heartedly. Today's meal wasn't too bad, if he was honest. Cornish pasty and steak-cut chips, piping hot and actually smelling delicious. Ianto had taken a few minutes trying to figure out if the meat inside was really meat before his stomach decided it didn't care anymore and persuaded him to eat it anyway.
They were half way through when a long, continuous buzzer and and a claxon rang out at a defeaning volume frome every speaker in the entire building.
Ianto instinctively covered his ears. "What the hell is that?" he shouted over the noise.
Jack looked excited. "Breakout! C'mon, we'll go to the courtyard - see if we see anything!"
The entire room was surging in the direction Jack was pulling him in, and Ianto resisted. "Won't we get in trouble?"
John guffawed. "I thought you were made of sterner stuff, Eye-Candy!"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "I plan on actually getting out of here," he pointed out.
John tutted. "C'mon, Jack. It's more fun without him anyway." He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Jack shrugged at Ianto and Owen, then followed him. Owen looked like he was about to go, too, and Ianto caught his arm. "You're not supposed to-"
"I'm going back to my cell!" Owen yanked his arm away.
"Oh ... sorry."
"Calm down, will you?"
"Yeah, sorry," nodded Ianto, and they abandoned their lunches so that they could get as far away from the over-excited foray to the exits as fast as possible. There was nobody on the stairs, thankfully, and they had a clear run up to their cells.
Ianto sighed and pushed the door half-way shut, then turned to the bunk beds. He saw his sheets messy and rumpled, and the memory of what Jack and John had done in his bed came back and hit him. His eyes unfocussed as he remembered, Jack writhing beneath John, legs wrapped around him, hands gripping his shoulders and nails scratching - and his expression ... The look on his face of total and complete ecstasy, as if there couldn't possibly be a much more wonderful and pleasurable feeling in the world than having John inside him, doing what he was doing ....
Coming back down to earth when his memory of Jack opened his eyes and caught him staring again, Ianto crossed to his bed and inspected the sheets. Sure enough, the awful brown cover had a semi-transparent white stain smeared where Jack had wiped himself off. There was also a patch on the flat sheet where they had been ... joined.
He could instantly tell what this was supposed to be - from John's point of view as well as Jack's.
John was claiming Jack.
Jack was asserting his independence and free will.
Ianto sighed. Men, he thought. He pulled up his sheets, smirking to himself, and switched them around with Jack's. He swapped the whole pillow instead of bothering with the palava of getting the pillows out of the cases and back in again and lay down on his newly-made bed.
Except it wasn't quite so newly-made.
Layihg his head down, Ianto found himself instantly surrounded by the scent of Jack's shower gel, his sweat and something else of his that Ianto coudln't identify. He breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, burrowing his nose further into the pillow and drowning himself in the intoxicating smell that he was more than certain was Jack - sweaty, unwashed from sleep and ... and the Something Else.
Ianto closed his eyes. The scent was strong, and if he imagined hard enough he was sure it could feel like Jack was with him - with him in bed, not outside getting into trouble with John. His memory recreated the ghosting touch of Jack's fingers on his chest as the buttons of his boiler-suit came free, and Ianto found himself replicating the action, slowly and deliberately unfastening and unfastening until he reached the final one, pushed his hand inside his underwear and felt a zing of pleasure.
He used his full hand to grip himself, shifting onto his side, wondering what it would be like to lie here like this with Jack moulded into his back, holding him tightly to his chest while he played with him.
Outside, Ianto could vaguely hear the whoops and cheers of inmates, chanting incoherently in support of whoever the runner was. He couldn't hear much about what was going on, and as he touched himself and pleasured himself he totally forgot about anything other than what his body could feel and Jack's surrounding scent.
He'd been horny all day, practically, so when he finally came it was much more satisfying than the last time he had decided to masturbate in here. Ianto lay still for a moment, before steeling himself and turning over to reach for a tissue.
"I could help you with that," suggested Jack, leaning on the closed door behind him and smirking in satisfaction.
Ianto jumped so violently the bunk bed nearly toppled over, and he pulled his covers up to his chin with his clean hand as he turned bright, bright red.
Jack was still smirking, though he was definitely hiding his amusement. "Guess we're even now, huh?"
Ianto stared at him and nodded slowly.
The Captain's smirk changed into a grin, and he crossed the room to sit on the floor by his bed. "Give me your hand?" Ianto didn't move, so Jack pulled it towards him anyway and started licking and sucking at his fingers and palm, Ianto watching him transfixed and not even looking away when Jack raised his eyes to him as he worked.
"All clean," he said quietly, giving Ianto a smile. "Utch over - let me get in."
"No!" Ianto shook his head violently.
Jack ignored him and climbed under the sheets anyway, wrapping himself around Ianto so that he would fit onto the tiny bed. Ianto was so tense he was practically rigid, but Jack's arm draping over his waist and head resting on his shoulder prevented him from bolting for the door. Jack, however, didn't seem to be doing anything other than lying there, and cautiously Ianto allowed himself to relax into his embrace, only to tense again when Jack moved, lifting up the covers and looking down. Ianto was all ready to curl up foetally and silently panic as the Captain's hands touched his crotch, only to find himself more than just a bit surprised when the waistband of his underwear was pulled back up to cover him and the buttons carefully refastened to just below his chest.
Jack relaxed over him again, raising his head only slightly when the clang and scrape of a key in the cell door lock grated through the room.
"What've they locked us in for?" Ianto asked.
"There was a breakout, so we're all punished."
"What about food?"
"They'll bring something up. No socialising - confinement for three days usually."
"Three days?" Ianto asked, having to be held down by Jack when he tried to sit up in surprise.
"Yup - three days. Just you and me in this room - for three days. Can't say I'm disappointed. I was thinking we could have a new motto - 'what happens during lock-in, stays during lock-in'. Whaddya think?"
"I'm thinking 'no'."
Jack sniggered, and squeezed him gently. "Didn't think so."
Ianto shifted slightly to get more comfortable with Jack still draped over him. He sensed Jack about to open his mouth again, so cut him off and changed the subject. "How's your book going?"
"No different to the last time I read it," grinned Jack.
"Do either of the two guys get their straight man in the end?"
"The straight man murders one of them before the end."
"Why?"
"Anger," shrugged Jack. "He gave him some advice that he didn't want to hear."
"Oh ...."
They were quiet for a while, until eventually Jack stretched and moved up a little so that his head was on the pillow next to Ianto's. Ianto shifted, too, so that Jack had more room since he clearly wasn't planning on getting out of his bed any time soon. He arranged the covers over them, and again they lay quietly.
Ianto could feel Jack playing with a stray thread on the waistband of his jumpsuit, the rise and fall of is chest against him as he breathed and the warm breath moving over his cheek. Closing his eyes, he felt himself properly relax, his lids heavy and Jack's breathing slowing and regulating as he fell asleep wrapped around Ianto.
Starting to get uncomfortable on his back, Ianto turned onto his side and Jack snuffled and spooned into his back without prompting, even in his sleep. Ianto found his presence invasive but comforting at the same time, but he didn't even bother wondering if he'd be able to get out of bed without waking Jack, or what Jack's reaction would be if he woke up alone and found Ianto in his bunk.
Finally, Ianto was starting to drift off, not caring that it was only just gone lunch time and a nap would throw his sleep pattern off. Jack squeezed him tighter, and Ianto automatically lowered his hand to cover Jack's on his tummy.
Contentedly, he joined him in his deep sleep.
I wish I could fly,
Right up the the sky,
But I can't.
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Chapter 04/??
Author a_silver_story
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Jack and Ianto in prison - with plot, and lots and lots of smut. Sorry, I can't help it.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Torchwood Index
First Chapter
His dreams now seemed to consist mainly of rolling and tumbling, the feel of cotton brushing against his skin and something warm; soft and hard at the same time; grasping hold of his body and pulling him along with it as they moved together. Sometimes he was on top, sometimes he was on his back, that cotton-on-skin feeling making his Dream Self sigh, and if there was time before the next tumble, clasp the sheets into his fist and feel the soft material caress the back of his hand.
The warm, soft, hard thing is most definitely a body, and he can't quite make out whose it is just yet, but that doesn't matter. Eyes close and his Dream Self only feels, a hand running up his back and squeezing his shoulder in a firm grip. The tumbling stops abruptly, and he is lying on his back. He's out of breath, his toes curling, his fists slowly closing into bunches of the cotton sheets.
A gasp escapes, and he knows what is pressing into the opening of his body and he welcomes it, the other presence heavy on top of him, their movement almost experimental and uncertain.
It feels so good, and he wants more. He runs his hand up the chest before him, listening to ragged breathing that isn't just his own, resting the hand on a tense shoulder and raising his eyes to the face before him and realising that it wa-
"Jack ... Captain, you getting up?"
Jack opened a bleary eye, lifting his head laboriously to look over his shoulder at Ianto, stood there fully dressed and trying to rouse him. He dropped his head back to his pillow heavily. "What do you want?" he grumbled.
"The screws are coming 'round, sir."
"Mmf."
"Jack ...."
"I'm getting up!"
Ianto stepped back from the bunk beds, making a quick retreat. "Sorry."
"What have I told you about apologising?"
Jack sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to climb down. Ianto averted his eyes, turning and suddenly becoming very interested in the sink. The Captain frowned at his back for second, then glanced down at himself. He sniggered as Ianto tried not to be awkward.
"You ... uh ... you said 'never apologise, just make them think you did it on purpose'."
Jack smirked. "So ... go on then ...."
"'Go on then' what?" Ianto frowned, losing interest in the sink and turning to face him. He kept his eyes firmly on Jack's face.
"Go on then ... convince me that you woke me up from my nice dream on purpose?"
Ianto's eyes widened slightly, and a slight colouration rose to his cheeks. "I ... I ... I didn't ... I woke you up on purpose, sir," he eventually settled on saying. "I ... didn't know you were ... um ...."
"Having a nice dream?"
Ianto nodded and turned back to the sink, putting some toothpaste on his toothbrush and starting to scrub his teeth. Jack suspected he'd have already brushed his teeth, and now just desperately didn't want to talk.
"You're so awkward," sighed Jack, knowing now was the best time to bait him - when he couldn't talk back (If Ianto ever did talk with his mouth full, Jack would take it as a sign of the Apocalypse) - and everything would be pent up until he could spit and rinse. "I have an erection. Get over it, prudish little Welshman." Ianto shot him a glare, but be damned if he wasn't going to clean his teeth properly. "I've been wondering ... are you a virgin?" Ianto rolled his eyes, not rising to it, and Jack hopped down from the bed. He made a show of pulling out his waistband and having a look. "I could help you with that ...."
Ianto spat into the sink and rinsed his brush. He hesitated when Jack's hand landed firmly on his shoulder, turning him so that they faced each other. Jack had a playful glint in his eye that Ianto hadn't seen since the afternoon when Jack had realised he'd given Ianto an erection - and then Owen had had 'words' and ... did he really ruin everything by making Jack back off? Or had Jack really been what Ianto wanted?
Before Jack could comment further, Ianto shook him off. "I didn't think you'd want me staring, is all." he reasoned. "I wouldn't want you staring at me."
"Who says I was staring at you?" Jack asked defensively, folding his arms and taking a minute step back.
Ianto frowned. "Nobody. I was just sayi-"
"I don't stare at you. I don't even think of you."
"I wasn't suggesting you did!"
"Whatever. You're ... you ... what are you going to accuse me of next?"
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. "I wasn't accusing or suggesting anything! I was ... being empathetic."
Jack turned from him. "Get out while I get dressed."
Ianto's eyes rolled dramatically. "I can't. The screws haven't unlocked us yet. I'll just ... lie on my bed and shut my eyes, if you're suddenly all body-shy."
"I'm not body-shy. Consider not seeing my body a punishment for you."
Ianto lay down on his bed and turned his back so that he was facing the wall. He reached down the side of his mattress to retrieve his chocolate from between it and the fitted sheet, rustling the foil a little as he broke some off. "I'm never waking you up from nice dreams again if you're this grumpy," he grumbled.
"What was that?" asked Jack from the sink.
"Nothing," sighed Ianto, popping a dark square into his mouth.
"You weren't in my dream," Jack scowled.
"Oh what? I never said I was!"
"Good! 'Cause you weren't! Why would you be?"
Ianto turned on his mattress, frowning at Jack's back. "I ... did you ..." His eyes widened with the realisation. "Oh my God, Jack you are so transparent!"
"You ... I'm not! You weren't! People say I'm vain, and you're suggesting I dream about you!"
"I said no such thing. You did! And now ... eugh ... now you've made everything weird!"
Jack's mouth was firmly closed, his lips pressed into a line. "I'm sorry," he eventually said, though he didn't mean it.
Ianto sighed and opted to get the water flowing under the bridge as fast as possible. "No you're not. You did it on purpose, remember?" he joked.
"Why would I dream of you on purpose?"
"Maybe you could hear me wandering around and I filtered through?" Ianto suggested, determined not to be hurt or offended.
"So you made me dream of you?"
"So you definitely did dream of me, sir?"
Jack's mouth snapped shut again as a scrape sounded from outside the cell door. It swung inwards and Officer Cooper stood there, smiling brightly. "Morning, lads! Oo ... morning Captain!" She gave Jack's crotch a cheeky salute.
Ianto sniggered, and Jack unabashedly folded his arms, a strange, cheery and confident persona slipping into place and masking the insecure man that had stood there only a moment before. "He's such a morning person. Can't get him up fast enough sometimes."
Gwen laughed. "Oi, you be careful. I'll have you written up."
Jack shrugged. "What's life without an ongoing sexual harassment case?"
Ianto sniggered, standing. "Chocolate, ma'am?" he offered to Gwen.
"Oooo don't mind if I do." She licked her lips and went for a relatively small piece.
"That's tiny. Have another one," insisted Ianto.
"Ohh ... I couldn't."
"It's not like you need to watch your figure," he smiled, giving her a wink.
She smiled and gave in, taking another piece and popping it into her mouth. She sucked and closer her eyes. "Mmmm ... that's good ...."
Jack cut in. "Well, Office Cooper, I'd love for you to stay but I need to get dressed now. I'm already on a warning for being written up," he winked.
Gwen laughed and rolled her eyes. "See you later!" she called, and left to unlock the rest of the row.
"What the hell was that?" Jack demanded.
"... I gave her some chocolate and a compliment. I happen to know women are rather fond of chocolate and compliments, sir."
"Don't even pretend screws are your friends!" Jack fumed. "They're not!"
"You pretend! What's wrong with having her on my side?"
"Go away. I'm getting dressed."
Ianto rolled his eyes, tucked his chocolate back down the side of his mattress and marched down to Owen's cell. Over the past week, he'd been spending more and more time there. Jack had been getting colder and colder since ... Owen's 'words'.
He knocked and entered, finding only John in there.
"Where's Owen?" asked Ianto.
"Well hello there, Eye-Candy!" John grinned, ignoring the question. "Wandering off on your own again? Or is anything other than the space between this cell and yours out of bounds?"
"You cried on your first trip to the communal showers," Ianto replied coolly. John's eyes flashed. "Just tell me where Owen went."
"You've been lucky so far, Eye-Candy. Just wait until they take you in with the Saxons on your own."
Ianto sighed, then bit his lip. "John ... I ... why did we get off on the wrong foot?"
John seemed taken aback by the question. "Because ... you ... because we did. We're not supposed to like each other."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Look ... I'm sorry that ... I got put in Jack's cell."
"And?"
Ianto was unsure what else to apologise for. "'And' what?"
John's arms folded across his chest. "We can't like each other, Eye-Candy. We're two bitches after the same dog. We can't get along."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "It's not like that. I'm not even ... interested in him."
"Yeah. And the Pope's Jewish."
He felt his jaw drop. "I'm not! He ... I ... I'm str- ... he's not my type."
"Jack's everyone's type," John smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "Yeah ... hmm. You're his type, too."
"Let me guess - Jack's type is everybody?"
John shook his head. "Nope - the good Captain is rather picky," he bitterly admitted. "Dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones; emotionally unbalanced, a little too innocent and, most importantly, naive enough to fall for his crap."
"Oh?" Ianto replied, unable to think of anything else and shifting edgily.
"Exactly how I was," John mumbled, his tone still bitter. He sat on the lower bunk. "Go away," he said, lifting his legs to hug his knees. "But before you do, take a good hard look at what Captain Jack Harkness will turn you into."
Ianto stared at him for a couple of seconds, then retreated as fast as he could. He walked quickly back towards his cell, nearly going straight into Owen on the walkway.
"Sorry," Ianto muttered, and Owen caught his arm.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ianto shook him off. "I think a ghost would have made less of an impression. Going down to breakfast?"
Owen shrugged. "May as well. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Just hungry," Ianto assured him, making his way towards the stairs, Owen following behind and catching up, slightly confused. In the end he decided not to ask.
They queued up and got their meagre meals in silence, sitting down at an empty table as the hall began to fill.
"Jack's been off with me," Ianto finally said. "That is ... off with me if he's ever been on with me. He sent me away."
Owen shrugged. "He'll get over it."
"Will he?"
Owen sighed, and set down his spoon. "Look ... are you ... having second thoughts?"
"About what?"
"Shagging Jack."
Ianto was pretty sure he hadn't just blushed: he'd changed colour. "I ... not ... I didn't mean ... I just want to be on his good side ... and ... you know ... make him stop being all moody ... I wasn't ... I didn't mean ... I didn't ...."
Rolling his eyes, Owen picked up his spoon again. "You want him to stop being arsey at you for being straight?"
"Um ... yeah?"
"Then flirt with him a bit. He'll need to know you're cool before he can be cool."
"Why wouldn't I be cool?" he asked, though he was already thinking of several flirtatious lines and comments he might be able to throw in the Captain's direction.
"Because you were annoyed at him for advancing on you, remember?"
"Mmm. S'pose," Ianto agreed dully. "Owen?"
"Yahuh?"
"What was John like when he first came here?"
"I told you: they were already here when I got put away. You gonna eat that?" he asked, pointing at Ianto's toast.
Ianto shook his head and he grabbed it. "How long had he been in?"
"Pfft. I dunno. Two years? I know Jack had been in two years by then."
"How long is he doing altogether?"
"Erm ... I think eight years. Three done, five to go."
Ianto put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and tried not to grimace. "Surely even cardboard would taste better than this ...?" he scowled.
Owen laughed, then jerked his head towards the stairs. "Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumber are on their way."
Jack and John appeared, walking towards the queue together. Jack pushed to the front as he usually did, allowing John in in front of him. In less than five minutes they were on their way to the table, and Ianto was resolutely staring at his tasteless breakfast and not looking either Jack or John in the eye.
"Morning, Owen," Jack grinned setting down his tray next to Ianto. John sat opposite them, instantly beginning work on his cereal.
"Ugh," he grimaced. "My favourite: Cardboard Flakes."
Jack sniggered quietly. "At least we're recycling. Saving the planet 'n' that."
Ianto let his his own soggy flakes drop from his spoon into his bowl for effect. "Fuck the planet - I want Kellogg's."
"Mmm," Jack agreed. "Or full English."
"Full Welsh. Laverbread, extra oatmeal and bacon. Yum."
The other three made disgusted sounds, and Owen put Ianto's half-eaten toast back on his plate. "Eugh - I thought Full Welsh was the same as Full English?"
Ianto shrugged. "In hotels, perhaps." He wondered for a second if Jack would hit the ball if he threw it, and decided to go for it anyway. "We eat cockles, too."
Jack snorted. "I prefer cocks."
John gave a wicked smirk. "Hear, hear, Big Boy."
Biting his lip, Ianto decided to be brave. "I'll vouch for that, sir."
"Woahh!" Owen held up his hands. "TMI?"
John shot him a look filled with venom.
"What?" Ianto shrugged. "He has nice dreams."
Jack sniggered into his hand, but bumped his knee against Ianto's in warning. Ianto gave him an eye-roll, avoiding eye contact with John and knowing that he was probably being sent a death glare.
"Oh stop it, John," he heard Jack laugh. "He's straight, you jealous moron."
"Yeah," John agreed. "So was I. You want my toast, Owen? I'm not hungry."
Owen nodded over his mouthful, and snatched up the toast as John took his still pretty much full tray to the waste hatch.
"'Oo 'no," Owen managed thoughtfully. "I 'fink 'dis bread wuz stale when 'dey puh' ih' in't toastah...."
"Is stale bread bad for you?" asked Ianto.
Owen shrugged.
"I thought you were a doctor?"
"'Scuse me!" Owen scowled, swallowing. "Still am a doctor, thank you very much. And as you said: doctor. Not dietician. Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen - I need to go and make sure nobody kills anybody."
Ianto glanced to the side at Jack, and noticed he was watching John's progress up to the top of the stairs. Owen made his way to the waste hatch, one eye on John and the other on where he was going.
Giving Jack a nudge to bring him back to earth, Ianto raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were over John?"
"I said I thought I was over John. I dunno," he sighed. "He's ... confusing."
"How so?"
"Do we have to talk about this here?"
Ianto shrugged. "You finished your breakfast?"
Jack downed his orange juice. "Have now."
"Coming upstairs?"
"The double entendre almost bit me."
Ianto's eyes widened, then he sniggered and smirked. "Put it away," he sighed.
Jack grinned and picked up his tray to follow him and dispose of its contents. "You've forgiven me?"
"I was never in a state of needing to forgive you. I thought you needed to forgive me."
"What for?"
"Being awkward."
Trays put away, they headed towards the stairs. They were part way up the first flight when a harsh, female voice called out for Jack.
"Ahh, Ms Guppy. How might I help you?"
"You have a visitor," she scowled, as if the idea of speaking to the Captain disgusted her.
"Who?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Who do you think? That bloody lawyer. Hurry up and get to before I write you up for slovenly behaviour," she threatened, eyes narrowed.
Jack sighed. "Go on up - and watch yourself. I'll be back soon."
Ianto nodded and instantly began hurrying up the stairs as fast as he could without it looking obvious. He felt strange not having Owen or Jack by his side, and they probably hadn't helped with his new fear of being anywhere alone. Stupid prison.
He halted when someone stepped into his way, and keeping his eyes down he tried to step around them. They moved to block his way again, and raising his eyes he found himself face to face with a Saxon who's name he didn't know.
"Hello," grinned the Saxon. "My name's Adam ."
Ianto stared at him and swallowed.
"On your own?" asked Adam. "I'd be careful if I were you ...."
"Yeah," nodded Ianto, trying not to appear nervous. "Oh - Hi John!" he smiled, and gave a small wave directed behind Adam. Adam turned, and found nothing but air behind him. He looked back to find that Ianto had shot off in the opposite direction and was already about to go into his cell, glancing over his shoulder with an expression Adam interpreted as 'smug'.
Ianto shut the metal door behind him, knowing he shouldn't but feeling he had to. He liked it when the door was shut - it was just him, or just him and Jack, and it was safe. He leaned with his back on the door for a moment, took a deep breath, then went to sit on his bunk. With a sigh he lay his head back on his pillow and stared at the mattress above him, losing himself in thought.
He wondered what Jack would be seeing his lawyer about, and sincerely hoped he wouldn't be fighting a successful appeal and getting out and leaving him. He'd been in prison three weeks, and already was far too dependent on him and Owen. He'd been introduced to a few people, who simply nodded to him and then carried on their conversations with Jack or Owen, and Ianto had become more and more aware of other quieter prisoners who seemed to be the same as him: never allowed anywhere alone, never spoke to anybody they didn't know, only greeted by other alpha prisoners with a nod of acknowledgement.
Ianto supposed it was for his own good, and it seemed to be working with the other prisoners. Hardly anyone on the Torchwood side of things wound up injured or cornered, whereas quieter Saxons were constantly finding themselves picked on and picked off.
Using the only real mentor:student analogy Ianto really had, he supposed he was the Padawan to Jack's Jedi. The thought made him smile to himself, before his mind wandered into creating its own X-rated lightsabre jokes.
He jumped as the door flew open with a clang, and sat bolt upright, narrowliy avoiding smacking his head on the supports above. Jack was in the doorway, and his expression quickly turned from worried to annoyed, and he folded his arms.
"What have I told you about shutting the door?"
"I just wanted a little privacy," Ianto replied quietly.
"Ianto ... I saw this door closed and nearly went out of my mind. You know what a closed door means to a cell mate on the other side of it?"
Ianto shook his head, and Jack moved to kneel in front of him. "It means something's happened. Something's not right. For all I knew, a Saxon had got you and dumped you here. That's what the closed door means."
Ianto blinked. "I ... I'm sorry, sir."
"If you want privacy, just push it to. Leave it open ajar. Never fully close it unless I'm in here."
"Sorry."
Jack sighed and pulled himself up to sit on the bed beside him. "You've got a lot to learn, SilverFish. Can't expect you to pick it up all at once."
Ianto scowled. "You know, 'Ianto' contains less syllables than that stupid nickname."
Jack leaned back on his elbows. "I know," he grinned, and reached up to pinch his nose. "but it doesn't make that cute little scowl appear, does it?"
Ianto batted his hand away, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged. "Can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"... what did Owen say to you?"
"That you're straight. I take it too far. You're uncomfortable. You don't like it," Jack reeled off shortly. His body language remained open, however difficult it was for him.
"Mm," Ianto nodded, and stared at the top of his right knee. "I'm sorry."
"Will you stop apologising for everything?" Jack snapped.
Ianto had to bit his lip to stop another 'sorry' escaping his mouth. "I ... I ... um. Afterwards," he continued, pressing on. "You ... you touched me. And you said 'that's all I needed to know'. What ... what did you mean ....?"
"Look," sighed Jack. "If you want to deny yourself what you really want, that's your business. Just make sure you don't lead anybody on by ... I don't know ... letting them touch you, letting yourself get hard and then snatching everything away?"
"I didn't mean to! I didn't realise ... I'd already talked about ... to Owen. And then you ... and I ... I didn't think ... It was just bad timing!"
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I didn't know I'd like ... y'know ...." Ianto murmured, blushing slightly, his eyes set firmly anywhere except on Jack.
The Captain regarded him for a long moment, then tipped his head back and sighed. "Close the door," he ordered.
"You said ... ?"
"I said when I'm not in here. Now close the door."
Ianto was suddenly very, very nervous. He did as he was told, and lingered by the exit.
"Come sit back down," Jack offered, patting the bed beside him and sitting up until he could rest his elbows on his knees. Again, Ianto did as he was told. He took in a sharp breath as Jack raised his hands to the top of his fastened boiler-suit buttons.
"What are you doing?" he asked, flinching back. Jack didn't reply, and undid the first popper then the second, slowly and drawing it out.
"Tell me when to stop ...." he whispered, and Ianto tried to suppress a shiver. He lowered his eyes and watched Jack's fingers popping open the third, fourth and fifth buttons, his fingers brushing over the white undershirt and making Ianto's skin tingle beneath. Ianto's breathing became louder and shorter in anticipation, the sixth button popping open, then the seventh and then ...
"Look at me," Jack muttered, and Ianto raised his eyes to him. He felt the final popper jump apart beneath Jack's fingers, warm breath ghosting over his face as Jack moved closer. An arm snaked around his shoulders and pulled him back slightly, supporting him as the Captain practically cradled Ianto to him. Ianto held his gaze, his mouth dry, waiting for Jack's hand to slip lower and touch him.
His waistband tightened as Jack slipped his first few fingers below it, and Ianto gasped when he felt them touch the head of his erection. Jack didn't stop, pushing his hand down further until he had him in a firm grip, and he squeezed gently. Ianto's eyes rolled shut and he arched his back, his lips parting as he fought to draw in air. He writhed a little, Jack watching him intently. Prising his eyes open, he saw Jack removing his hand and pressing the tip of his middle finger to Ianto's lip. It took Ianto a second to figure it out, and parted his lips after a moment or two.
Jack moved his finger in and out between Ianto's lips before pulling it out with a pop. He slid his hand back inside the boiler-suit, and Ianto pulled in a sharp breath.
"Look at me," Jack muttered again. "Relax."
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, Jack's fingers brushing over his erection, his breath sharp and quick and getting faster. The hand went further down, pressing in between Ianto's legs and he bit his lip hard. Jack teased him a bit before finally pressing down with a small amount of force, touching Ianto's hole and watching him arch, out of breath and panting. He pressed a little harder, using more pressure as Ianto was finding it difficult to relax and making his entrance tighter.
Ianto could feel the burn a little already as he stretched the little way required for Jack's finger to enter him. He made a slightly strangled sound as he felt the tip slip inside, and his toes curled involuntarily.
"Stop!" he gapsed. "No ... no ... stop ...."
Jack's eyes slid shut, and he leaned his forehead against Ianto's for a second. "Okay."
Carefully he removed his hand, then let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on the bed.
Ianto's hands shook as he tried to fasten up his buttons, his breath slowly coming back. He stole a glimpse of Jack, lying on his back, staring up at the mattress above him. Taking a deep breath, Ianto pulled himself closer and lay down with his head on Jack's chest, tentatively relaxing when Jack didn't move. An arm, just as tentative as he had been, eventually rested around him.
"It wasn't ... you," Ianto said quiet. "It's just too fast. I'm not ready."
Jack's hand squeezed his shoulder. "Okay. I understand. But .... you do like me, though?"
"I ... yes," he admitted. "But ... Jack ... I don't think ... y'know ...John's still here. He's still with you. I can't ... do anything if he's still with you."
"He's leaving next month. On the tenth."
"So you'll wait until then?"
"As long as I can still sleep with John."
Ianto tensed, then sat up. He was pretty certain that Jack had just rolled his eyes behind him, so he turned and glared. "What the hell?"
"You can't expect me not to sleep with John if you're not putting out!"
Ianto was pretty sure his jaw just dropped. "So what ... we're just fuck toys to you?"
"That's not what I meant!"
"How else could you have meant it?" Ianto fumed, getting to his feet. Jack sat up, holding up his hands.
"Calm down! I simply meant there's no point splitting up with John if-"
"There is a point! I thought you liked me?"
"I do! That doesn't mean I won't bring myself to have sex with John!"
"You don't like John!"
"That doesn't mean I don't love him," Jack replied, sounding exasperated.
"I ... what? You said you didn't love him!"
"I said I didn't think I loved him! Huge difference!"
Ianto folded his arms. "How can you not like someone you love?"
"Oh ... c'mon, Ianto! What do you know about the world? You're what ... twenty?"
"Twenty-two."
"You don't even know who you are - how can you even pretend to understand me or my relationship?"
Ianto's mouth opened and closed a few times, but he chose not to say anything. Jack filled the gap.
"Whether I like you or not - and God knows why I like you - you don't have any jurisdiction over me or what I do - or even who I do for that matter. Just because we like each other doesn't mean that I'm your boyfriend or partner or whatever - I'm not yours. I'm not John's! I'm not anybody's!"
Ianto frowned at him for a moment. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
Jack blinked, and looked momentarily confused. "I ... I'm ...." He cleared his throat. "I can do what I like."
"Yeah? Well with that attidtude, you ain't doing me," Ianto sighed. "I'm going to Owen's."
He turned to the door, and yelped when Jack's hand closed tighty around his arm. "Don't you dare tell Owen what we did!"
Ianto turned, but instead of seeing angry, he saw pleading. "What?"
"Please - don't tell Owen what we did. I promised him I wouldn't ...."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So you do what you like and who you like ... as long as it's okay with Owen?"
Jack thought for a second, then a small smile pulled at his lips. Ianto couldn't help but smile back, and then Jack laughed at the absurdity. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, serious again.
"Ianto ... I ... I'm a complete bastard. You have to know that."
"I think I already do."
Jack searched his earnest face for a moment, then let him go. "I'm too old to change - and you're too young to just accept me as I am. I don't want to be the one to break your heart when you realise how truly ugly love is."
"No one said we had to fall in love, Jack. Maybe fuck buddies would be good for us - after John leaves."
Jack let out a disbelieving snigger. "As if you'd ever let yourself be just a fuck buddy ...."
Ianto made a playfully indignant sound. "I happen to be very well acquainted with the idea of casual sex, I'll have you know, sir."
Jack smirked. "Sure you are - or is a foray into the world of kinky casual sex where the 'sir' comes from?"
Just once, Ianto wished he wasn't so pale even the slightest flush was obvious. He wished he was more confident and less nervous about talking about 'these things'. He wished he wasn't embarrassed, but wishing didn't stop Jack grinning at the slight colouration creeping down from his temples and knowing he was doing his best to appear on a level playing field.
"Out of my way," he pouted, trying to push Jack away from the door so he could get out. "I promise I won't tell on you."
Reluctantly, Jack moved and sat on Ianto's bed, reaching up to pull his book down from beneath his pillow. "See you later," he smiled.
"Mm," nodded Ianto.
~*~*~*~
Ianto had spent pretty much the rest of the morning in Owen's cell, beating him at poker until he had no more cigarettes left. Owen had been surly and indignant, and Ianto had just grinned, counting the cigarettes out just to make a point.
"How did you get so good at poker?" Owen grumbled.
"I used to play with my dad and granddad when I was a kid. They considered themselves champions, so beating them was all the sweeter."
"Mm," scowled Owen.
The buzzer that signified lunch was ready for collecting sounded from the cafeteria, and Owen started putting the cards away. "What are you doing?" he asked, seeing that Ianto was handing him his large roll of cigarettes back.
"I don't want 'em," shrugged Ianto.
"You could trade them for hooch or porn and stuff. Keep 'em. You won 'em."
"I don't want hooch or porn and stuff. You keep 'em."
Owen grinned. "If you insist. I'll clear this away - you go fetch Jack. I'll find where John is - it's slightly worrying that I haven't seen him since after breakfast."
"Okay," nodded Ianto. "See you in a minute."
He left Owen's cell and walked the short way to his own, pausing when he saw the door was only left open a few inches. He figured Jack must still be reading, so pushed open the door and entered.
He froze.
Jack certainly wasn't reading.
He was lying on his back, and John was there, lying between his legs. They were both naked and sweating, eyes closed as they kissed deeply, John's hips rising and falling as Jack arched and grunted into his mouth. John's angle changed subtly, and Jack bit John's lip and raised his legs to wrap and link around his middle.
Ianto was transfixed.
His mouth was dry, and his breathing was turning heavy - his unsatisfied lust from earlier flaring up again a little too quickly, making him subconsciously bite down on his lip in hope of the pain possibly distracting him. He took a step backwards when Jack and John's kiss broke, John working his way down Jack's neck with butterfly kisses, his pace speeding up and Jack writhing and gritting his teeth.
Ianto tried to tear his eyes away, but managed it too late. Jack's eyes opened, and their eyes met across the room. Ianto was paralysed, terrified what Jack might do now that he'd seen him. He took a step back, but Jack didn't stop John. He ran his hand up John's back, cupping the back of his head so that his face remained buried in Jack's neck and he continued biting and licking and sucking and kissing. He kept his gaze locked on Ianto, arched his back a final time and came, letting out a sharp cry and never looking away.
The cry snapped Ianto back to his senses, and he shuffled on his feet for a moment before shooting out the door and practically running back to Owen's cell.
"Woah! Ianto!" Owen exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his skin. "What the hell?"
"Erm ... I found John?" he laughed weakly.
"Oh good - he hasn't killed anyone has he?"
Ianto shook his head. "Nope." His voice came out a little too high, and Owen frowned at him.
Then it clicked.
Owen sniggered. "You didn't walk in on them did you? Did you? You did? Hahaha! Oh dear God, what I would have paid to see your face!"
Ianto hung his head, trying to hide his blushing.
"Did they see you?"
Ianto clamped his mouth shut, and raised his eyes. He nodded slightly and Owen burst out laughing. "I bet John's gonna go mental!"
"John didn't see me. Jack did."
Owen was still sniggering. "That's not so bad then - I bet he even enjoyed it."
Ianto remembered the look on Jack's face as he came and drew in a sharp breath. He decided it was probably best to go with Owen's flow and make light of the situation. "I'm gonna be scarred for life now," he joked.
"I'd bet," Owen grimaced. "I walked in on them sucking each other off once."
"Must have been traumatising - but at least they weren't doing it in your bed."
"Sick bastards - But least if they fall off they won't injure themselves. Forward thinking and all that."
"Them injuring themselves wouldn't put me off my lunch, though, would it?"
"Depends - what if they landed on you?"
Ianto pretended to think about it. "Y'know ... if it was Jack ... I could live with that."
"Ew." Owen scrunched his face up.
Ianto grinned at him. "I'm hungry," he complained, remembering lunch. "Shall we just ... go without them?"
"Without who?"
Jack appeared out in the doorway, leaning casually in the frame. He entered the cell, and gave Ianto a playful smack on the backside when he wasn't looking.
Ianto nearly leaped a mile into the air. "Jack! I wasn't expecting that then!" he snapped.
Jack grinned at him."Neither was I," he winked. "Anybody hungry?"
John appeared, leaning in the door frame with one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded. "I'm always hungry for more," he smirked.
Jack grinned at him. "Hold the drink - John's had plenty."
Owen made disgusted sounds. "You're a sick man, Harkness."
Ianto stared at the floor. "Can we just go and get food, please?"
"Sure," grinned Jack, turning. "Come on, then!"
~*~*~*~
Ianto had remained quiet throughout lunch, inputting very little to the idle conversation itself and laughing along only half-heartedly. Today's meal wasn't too bad, if he was honest. Cornish pasty and steak-cut chips, piping hot and actually smelling delicious. Ianto had taken a few minutes trying to figure out if the meat inside was really meat before his stomach decided it didn't care anymore and persuaded him to eat it anyway.
They were half way through when a long, continuous buzzer and and a claxon rang out at a defeaning volume frome every speaker in the entire building.
Ianto instinctively covered his ears. "What the hell is that?" he shouted over the noise.
Jack looked excited. "Breakout! C'mon, we'll go to the courtyard - see if we see anything!"
The entire room was surging in the direction Jack was pulling him in, and Ianto resisted. "Won't we get in trouble?"
John guffawed. "I thought you were made of sterner stuff, Eye-Candy!"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "I plan on actually getting out of here," he pointed out.
John tutted. "C'mon, Jack. It's more fun without him anyway." He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Jack shrugged at Ianto and Owen, then followed him. Owen looked like he was about to go, too, and Ianto caught his arm. "You're not supposed to-"
"I'm going back to my cell!" Owen yanked his arm away.
"Oh ... sorry."
"Calm down, will you?"
"Yeah, sorry," nodded Ianto, and they abandoned their lunches so that they could get as far away from the over-excited foray to the exits as fast as possible. There was nobody on the stairs, thankfully, and they had a clear run up to their cells.
Ianto sighed and pushed the door half-way shut, then turned to the bunk beds. He saw his sheets messy and rumpled, and the memory of what Jack and John had done in his bed came back and hit him. His eyes unfocussed as he remembered, Jack writhing beneath John, legs wrapped around him, hands gripping his shoulders and nails scratching - and his expression ... The look on his face of total and complete ecstasy, as if there couldn't possibly be a much more wonderful and pleasurable feeling in the world than having John inside him, doing what he was doing ....
Coming back down to earth when his memory of Jack opened his eyes and caught him staring again, Ianto crossed to his bed and inspected the sheets. Sure enough, the awful brown cover had a semi-transparent white stain smeared where Jack had wiped himself off. There was also a patch on the flat sheet where they had been ... joined.
He could instantly tell what this was supposed to be - from John's point of view as well as Jack's.
John was claiming Jack.
Jack was asserting his independence and free will.
Ianto sighed. Men, he thought. He pulled up his sheets, smirking to himself, and switched them around with Jack's. He swapped the whole pillow instead of bothering with the palava of getting the pillows out of the cases and back in again and lay down on his newly-made bed.
Except it wasn't quite so newly-made.
Layihg his head down, Ianto found himself instantly surrounded by the scent of Jack's shower gel, his sweat and something else of his that Ianto coudln't identify. He breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, burrowing his nose further into the pillow and drowning himself in the intoxicating smell that he was more than certain was Jack - sweaty, unwashed from sleep and ... and the Something Else.
Ianto closed his eyes. The scent was strong, and if he imagined hard enough he was sure it could feel like Jack was with him - with him in bed, not outside getting into trouble with John. His memory recreated the ghosting touch of Jack's fingers on his chest as the buttons of his boiler-suit came free, and Ianto found himself replicating the action, slowly and deliberately unfastening and unfastening until he reached the final one, pushed his hand inside his underwear and felt a zing of pleasure.
He used his full hand to grip himself, shifting onto his side, wondering what it would be like to lie here like this with Jack moulded into his back, holding him tightly to his chest while he played with him.
Outside, Ianto could vaguely hear the whoops and cheers of inmates, chanting incoherently in support of whoever the runner was. He couldn't hear much about what was going on, and as he touched himself and pleasured himself he totally forgot about anything other than what his body could feel and Jack's surrounding scent.
He'd been horny all day, practically, so when he finally came it was much more satisfying than the last time he had decided to masturbate in here. Ianto lay still for a moment, before steeling himself and turning over to reach for a tissue.
"I could help you with that," suggested Jack, leaning on the closed door behind him and smirking in satisfaction.
Ianto jumped so violently the bunk bed nearly toppled over, and he pulled his covers up to his chin with his clean hand as he turned bright, bright red.
Jack was still smirking, though he was definitely hiding his amusement. "Guess we're even now, huh?"
Ianto stared at him and nodded slowly.
The Captain's smirk changed into a grin, and he crossed the room to sit on the floor by his bed. "Give me your hand?" Ianto didn't move, so Jack pulled it towards him anyway and started licking and sucking at his fingers and palm, Ianto watching him transfixed and not even looking away when Jack raised his eyes to him as he worked.
"All clean," he said quietly, giving Ianto a smile. "Utch over - let me get in."
"No!" Ianto shook his head violently.
Jack ignored him and climbed under the sheets anyway, wrapping himself around Ianto so that he would fit onto the tiny bed. Ianto was so tense he was practically rigid, but Jack's arm draping over his waist and head resting on his shoulder prevented him from bolting for the door. Jack, however, didn't seem to be doing anything other than lying there, and cautiously Ianto allowed himself to relax into his embrace, only to tense again when Jack moved, lifting up the covers and looking down. Ianto was all ready to curl up foetally and silently panic as the Captain's hands touched his crotch, only to find himself more than just a bit surprised when the waistband of his underwear was pulled back up to cover him and the buttons carefully refastened to just below his chest.
Jack relaxed over him again, raising his head only slightly when the clang and scrape of a key in the cell door lock grated through the room.
"What've they locked us in for?" Ianto asked.
"There was a breakout, so we're all punished."
"What about food?"
"They'll bring something up. No socialising - confinement for three days usually."
"Three days?" Ianto asked, having to be held down by Jack when he tried to sit up in surprise.
"Yup - three days. Just you and me in this room - for three days. Can't say I'm disappointed. I was thinking we could have a new motto - 'what happens during lock-in, stays during lock-in'. Whaddya think?"
"I'm thinking 'no'."
Jack sniggered, and squeezed him gently. "Didn't think so."
Ianto shifted slightly to get more comfortable with Jack still draped over him. He sensed Jack about to open his mouth again, so cut him off and changed the subject. "How's your book going?"
"No different to the last time I read it," grinned Jack.
"Do either of the two guys get their straight man in the end?"
"The straight man murders one of them before the end."
"Why?"
"Anger," shrugged Jack. "He gave him some advice that he didn't want to hear."
"Oh ...."
They were quiet for a while, until eventually Jack stretched and moved up a little so that his head was on the pillow next to Ianto's. Ianto shifted, too, so that Jack had more room since he clearly wasn't planning on getting out of his bed any time soon. He arranged the covers over them, and again they lay quietly.
Ianto could feel Jack playing with a stray thread on the waistband of his jumpsuit, the rise and fall of is chest against him as he breathed and the warm breath moving over his cheek. Closing his eyes, he felt himself properly relax, his lids heavy and Jack's breathing slowing and regulating as he fell asleep wrapped around Ianto.
Starting to get uncomfortable on his back, Ianto turned onto his side and Jack snuffled and spooned into his back without prompting, even in his sleep. Ianto found his presence invasive but comforting at the same time, but he didn't even bother wondering if he'd be able to get out of bed without waking Jack, or what Jack's reaction would be if he woke up alone and found Ianto in his bunk.
Finally, Ianto was starting to drift off, not caring that it was only just gone lunch time and a nap would throw his sleep pattern off. Jack squeezed him tighter, and Ianto automatically lowered his hand to cover Jack's on his tummy.
Contentedly, he joined him in his deep sleep.
I wish I could fly,
Right up the the sky,
But I can't.
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