Torchwood IMs: I Didn't Miss You (Prose)
Title: I Didn't Miss You
Chapter: 21
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: 18/NC-17
Warnings: M.M, and not the choccy variety.
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.
Summary: Requested by the like-minded griza and the lovely unrequited1984
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 |
Ianto sat restlessly in his seat watching the plane’s journey on an animated map on the LCD pull-down screen in the ceiling above him. Next to the map were little stats - like altitude and out-side air temperature. Ianto didn’t care how hot or cold it was outside. He just wanted to get home. He could just about spy the UK appearing in the top corner. Another three hours and he’d be home. Another 3 hours and fifteen minutes, and he’d be with Jack.
To pass the time, he’d made idle chat with Rhiannon, played noughts and crosses with the kid who was sat on the other side of the aisle (who totally kicked his arse at “eye-spy”) and flirted shamelessly with the stewardess - the girl, to her credit, had ignored him at first. By about the seventh hour of the flight, however, she’d been making several suggestions that maybe he could join her at the front of the plane to see the cock-pit.
He’d winked at her with a smile, told her it sounded very exciting and allowed her to walk away. He’d turned himself in his seat a bit, to watch her hips sway and waited for her to turn back and flash him a smile. She did. Satisfied, he turned back to Rhiannon and a very disapproving stare.
“What the hell?” she asked. Ianto shrugged, sipping his water. “What happened to ‘I miss Jack’, ‘I wish Jack was here’, ‘I want to go home to Jack’ etcetera etcetera?”
“I saw her and I thought to myself ‘What would Jack do?’ - And I do believe that was it.”
“ ... So you two just flirt shamelessly and accept offers of inspecting cock-pits all the time?”
“Pretty much.”
“Has he ever cheated on you?”
“Depends. Do you count kissing as cheating?”
“I do.”
“Then we’ve cheated on each other.”
She stared at him blankly. “Over the past three weeks,” she began. “I have come to realise I don’t even know you a little bit any more. My brother would never have cheated on anyone. Not even a kiss.”
“It’s not cheating if the other person doesn’t mind you doing it.”
“Jack doesn’t mind you kissing other people?”
“If he did, he’d be being hypocritical.”
“How many other people have you kissed? Does Jack know about them all?”
Ianto sighed. “Yes yes yes he does ... and I’ve kissed four other people.”
“Who?”
“It won’t matter! You don’t know them!”
Rhiannon stared at her little brother. “Who?” she repeated, forcefully.
“A girl called Kerry, but that was a bit of an accident. It was quite funny actually ... but anyways. There was this guy who worked in a chip shop. Barry ... Benny ... Lenny ... something like that - but I only kissed him because he thought I was a woman - and he was a really good kisser ... anyway. Toshiko - my friend Toshiko - she died recently, though. Finally, I kissed a girl called Samantha because Jack dared me to go up to her and just grab her and kiss her. She was feeling low and needed a pick-me-up.”
“... so you picked her up.” Rhiannon’s voice was seeping with disapproval. Silence fell between them, that seemed to grow even colder when the stewardess walked past again and eye-fucked Ianto. Ianto rolled his eyes in Rhiannon’s direction and made a small V-gesture towards her that she missed but the stewardess didn’t. The stewardess giggled a little, turned back to see where she was going and walked smack-on straight into the staff/passenger divider. She didn’t look back at Ianto out of embarrassment, but he pretended not to see anyway by fiddling in his pockets.
He knew it was bad. He knew he really, really shouldn’t have ... but he sent a text. Four words: “Hot stewardess. Can I?”
The reply was almost instant. “Only if you think of me.”
Ianto sighed to himself in exasperation. He and Jack had had that conversation several times, but usually the other way round. Smiling to himself, he typed his reply: “Christ on a breadstick, Jack! You know I wouldn’t!” Ianto switched off the phone and concealed it again. Ianto reached into the bag above his head and pulled out the sedatives he’d brought in case it turned out Rhiannon was a bad flyer.
“Aspirin?” he offered. “If you take it now, it’ll ease the ache of landing.” He lied. Rhiannon took two of the pills - enough to knock her out for about an hour and a half - and swallowed them gratefully. Less than a minute later, her head was resting on her shoulder pillow and she was sleeping peacefully. He popped three pills in his own mouth and allowed his head to droop on to his big sister's shoulder.
~*~*~*~
It was just another day at work. Ianto sat behind his desk, staring at his screen trying desperately to make sense of the information in front of him. His head felt like it was about to explode, and he could tell by glancing at the desk opposite his that Jennie's was too. Her head was in her hands and she kept rubbing at her eyes. Strong coffee, he thought. He rose to his feet, cast a glance down the two rows of desks that faced each other and called: "I'm on the coffee run, if anyone wants some?" 33 hands waved eagerly in the air. Even if they weren't thirsty, they weren't going to pass up on Ianto's coffee.
"Ghost Shift in two minutes." declared the smooth female voice of the tannoy as Ianto made his way to the coffee room. He breathed in the aroma before he got there, just happy to have a break from the computer and escape to his little coffee-bean sanctuary. He entered the room and gathered together 34 of the polystyrene cups with the Torchwood logo on. He was just about preparing the coffee machine (someone had unplugged it and the settings had buggered up again) when he felt long, strong arms curl around his middle. "You spend more time here than you do at your desk." murmured Lisa into his ear. She was nearly taller than he was, and he wasn't exactly short. Ianto turned in her grip and put an arm around the back of her shoulders and kissed her gently.
"Ghost Shift online." shmoozed the tannoy. Lisa broke the kiss and sighed, pressing her forehead against his.
"You know," she said. "I met that woman ... and she talks like that in real life."
Ianto laughed. "Yeah right."
"Ghost Shift offline." said the tannoy. Lisa faltered.
"Offline? It's not supposed to go offline for another minute and a half ..."
"Something must be wrong." said Ianto.
"Yeah ..." she breathed. She stepped back from him and straightened her clothes. "I need to get back to H&S. See what's going on."
"Okay." said Ianto, the "oh" part of the word stolen in the peck Lisa pressed to his lips. He watched her wander off. "I love you!" he shouted down the corridor as she turned the corner. He heard her giggle to herself and two girls coming in the opposite direction murmered to each other that they wished their boyfriends would so willingly shout about their feelings down the corridors at the office.
"Ghost Shift at 100%" declared the tannoy. Ianto thought nothing of it, but did notice the strange silence that seemed to occur afterwards. A silence all too quickly filled with screams.
Ianto froze, hands halfway to the buttons on the coffee machine, unsure what was happening. Then he heard them: strange, heavy, metallic beats. Like a marching beat. Like footsteps.
The door burst open behind him and he spun. A 6 foot silver robot stood before him, it's mouth glowing blue at it spoke. "You. Will. Come. With. Me. You. Will. Be. Upgraded."
Fight, flight or fright took over. On auto-pilot, Ianto reached for the bread knife behind him and thrust it at the metal man's neck. The blade was just about thin enough to slide through the gap in the metal between the head and the neck, bending upwards straight into where he guessed the main programming would be kept. He got a slight shock from the knife, and let go. The metal man started screaming, a strange robotic, cybernized sound. It fell to it's knees and slumped into the counter. Ianto poked his head into the corridor. He was fairly certain there'd be more. He dialled Lisa's number, redirected the call to his bluetooth ear piece and waited for her to answer.
"Ianto!" her voice had never sounded so beautiful - or so frightened. "The ghosts ... they're robots!"
"Are you alright? I'm coming now, Lisa. I'm coming to find you."
She screamed a scream that froze his blood in his veins. Ianto stopped. "Lisa? Lisa?"
"Just get out, Ianto! Get out!"
"I can't leave you. I'll save you! I promise! I'll save you!"
"Forget me and GET OUT!"
"But ... I love you." he said, almost helplessly.
"I love you too. More than anything. Please, Ianto, get out. For me. Just make sure you get out."
The line went dead as Lisa screamed again, and Ianto felt a tear and a sob escape him. "Lisa ... Lisa ..." he whispered. Make sure you get out, she said. He pulled himself together. There was a separate boiler room for the showers on the floor below. If he hid behind the hot water tank, there was a chance that, should these creatures use heat sensing technology, they wouldn't find him.
He slid down the banister on the stairwell for speed, and hurtled through the doors onto the floor below ... but behind the doors, the familiar sight of a long corridor with unmarked exits and entrances lining the edge didn’t greet him.
Ianto was in a basement. It was dark and dingy and he could smell blood and death. Torchwood Cardiff ... he was in Torchwood Cardiff ... and so was Lisa. On the floor. Lying there, lifeless with blood pouring from her head. So too, was Annie, the pizza girl - his friend. She was slumped over Lisa’s life support. Behind him was Tosh, Owen, Gwen ... and Jack. Captain Jack. His gun still raised. As one, the other members of Torchwood Three turned and walked away.
“Wait!” he called, choking on sobs. “Wait ...” he ran through the doors, but there was no sign of Jack or the others. He could just make out, in the flickering lights and the low, red glow the figure of a man. The man was stood stock still, wearing khaki coloured clothes and covered in grease and grime. He smiled manically at Ianto, his teeth yellowing with neglect. Ianto should’ve known who he was, but couldn’t place him.
“Hello?” he called. He heard a shot-gun cock behind him and spun around. The world changed again. He was in a kitchen. A shabby kitchen ... and there was a stench. A stench of death, and fear. There was blood. Lots of blood ... and human bodies ... human bodies on meat hooks from the ceiling. Plastic sheeting hung down from the doorways and seemed to move as if there was a breeze. A short, plump woman with a face that could have been kind, once, had a shot-gun trained on him. Ianto knew he should have known who she was.
He looked down at himself. His suit was gone. His armour. Instead there were jeans and a white shirt, grubby and torn. Tosh got away, said a voice in his head. Tosh got away. You helped her get away.
Ianto’s head felt like a bomb had gone off inside it. He grunted in pain and fell to the floor. There was another man - not the one from the basement. There were lots of other men. He could hear them. One of them had a baseball bat and was beating his torso and thighs with it. The others kicked and stamped at every inch of him they could reach. The world began to turn black.
Through the darkness, he could hear four words floating to him from an even darker place:
“Time to be bled ... time to be bled ... time ... to be ... bled.”
Another voice joined it. Stronger. Younger. Safer.
“IANTO!!” It was Jack. “IANTO!!”
He opened his eyes. The explosion. Rubble around him, his shoulder burning. Jack was calling for him, panicked and worried. Ianto heard himself scream, but didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.
~*~*~*~
Ianto woke with a jolt and looked around. He was still on the plane, but it was landing. The pain in his ears had woken him, and he forced himself to yawn. They popped and the pressure returned to normal and the ache died. He touched his forehead and found it slightly cold with sweat. He groaned inwardly. Had he not taken the sedatives, the second he’d realised he was dreaming his last moments with Lisa he could have forced himself to wake up.
~*~*~*~
Jack was stood in the cafeteria of Manchester Airport Terminal 3. He was watching the aeroplanes through the ceiling to floor window, standing on the raised 1 foot wide wooden platform. He had his hands behind his back, held together only by his linked forefingers.
His coat was buttoned up and belted, protecting him from the buzz of people and children nervous and tired surrounding him. Ianto and Rhiannon hadn’t booked return flights until they were certain how long they were staying in Australia, and as a result Ianto had let Rhiannon book the tickets back. She’d booked a cheap flight, but it went to the wrong airport. Jack had driven to Manchester, and Gwen had insisted on coming along too. They’d both missed him.
Jack was nervous. He didn’t know why, but it was probably because he was unsure what to do or say when Ianto was finally back with him. Especially since they would be around a big crowd of other people, not to mention Gwen, and the most publicly affectionate thing they’d ever done was a quick dance at her wedding. What should he do? Hug him? Kiss him? Run towards him and rugby tackle him? Definitely not the latter, he thought. He’d end up shagging him on the floor of Manchester Airport. Lord knows what STD’s they’d catch from there ...
Gwen was waiting for him in arrivals, but Jack had opted to stay by the planes. After he was sure she’d gone, he’d nipped down to the shops and spotted a little Thornton’s Chocolatier. Perfect. He’d bought something declaring itself to be a “chocolate plaque” and had a message iced on it that made the shop girl giggle in approval. He’d even paid an extra 50 pence to have it wrapped. He decided that it said enough for him not to have to worry about his meaning being misinterpreted.
He returned to his spot by the window and gazed into the middle distance, his hands back behind his back. He knew that standing like this made him appear slimmer, broader in the shoulder and all together more masculine. Jack also knew that he’d be able to see the reflection of Ianto in the window in front of him so he could prepare himself and refrain from looking vulnerable when Ianto would try to sneak up and make him jump.
~*~*~*~
“IANTO!!” Gwen shouted, jumping up and down. She flew at him and he nearly toppled over. “Come on come on come on come on comeoncomeoncomeon ...” she nagged, dragging him and Rhiannon along. She pulled them through the automatic doors to the pickup point outside and then to the SUV.
“Where’s Jack?” asked Ianto, not caring about how disappointed he sounded.
“Oh of course!” said Gwen, heaving the massive suitcases into the boot of the SUV single-handedly and holding her arms up to take their hand luggage. “He’s waiting the T3 cafe. Said he wanted to watch the planes.”
“You girls chat.” Said Ianto. “I’ll go find him.”
~*~*~*~
A familiar red shirt bobbed a little in the reflective surface of the glass. As if on cue, the family with a large group of noisy children got up, cleared their things and left their table. In all the chaos of the cafeteria, it felt like he and Ianto were alone. He felt Ianto’s footsteps approach and then step up onto the wooden platform beside him.
What to say? He fumbled through his brain.
“You know, I used to fly planes. In the Wars.” He managed. Turning his body slightly into Ianto’s direction, he followed the progress of a large airbus landing on the runway and skidding to a halt. Jack smiled a little, cast his eyes down and looked at the man stood next to him. Ianto was still watching the plane as it made its way to the gate, then he too smiled to himself, looked down and turned to Jack. Their eyes locked.
Ianto broke the gaze first, glancing back towards the giant metal birds outside, then turning back to Jack. He put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, stepped forward and kissed his cheek. Ianto lingered there for a couple of seconds to see if the Captain would turn his head, but nothing came of it. He stepped back and smiled. “Gwen and Rhiannon are waiting.”
Jack smiled and made a “hm” noise in his throat. They set off walking together.
Ianto navigated them back towards Arrivals, then out to the SUV. Gwen was sat behind the wheel and Rhiannon was in the passenger seat, fiddling with her phone. He wondered for a second if she’d even bothered to thank Gwen for driving all the way out there to pick them up, but from the way Gwen was staring blankly ahead and her knuckles were whitening on the steering wheel, he doubted they were getting on at all. She looked relieved to see them.
As Ianto (and to his surprise, Jack), climbed into the back, he began to wonder what had happened to the big happy reunion he’d been playing out in his head over and over for the last three weeks. To be honest, he knew it was mostly fantasy. Jack would never appear affectionate or couple-y (or dare he think it: loving?) in front of anyone other than Gwen or Rhiannon and his mam. He wondered why for a second, but he supposed that there would be some reason behind it. Leverage, he concluded. “The only way to break a warrior is through his heart.” Come to think of it ... Ianto had never properly gotten his date. His date that was promised months ago. They’d had a takeaway and watched a DVD a few times ... maybe that’s what Jack meant.
Ianto decided it didn’t matter how Jack reacted to him in public. It was how he was treated in private that mattered. This was the reunion of Jack and Ianto the colleagues; as soon as the door closed it would be the true reunion of Jack and Ianto the lovers. Partners, Ianto corrected his thoughts. Partners. Jack said so.
“What are you thinking?” asked Gwen, glancing up at him in the rear view mirror.
Shit. He thought. What was I thinking?
“Ohhh ... nothing.” He said. “I think I was thinking about ... steak. Steak and chips. Real chips. Not fries.”
“Park over there. We can go to Frankie and Benny’s in Saint Anne’s Square.” Said Jack.
“What for?” asked Ianto.
“Steak and chips.” Smiled Jack.
~*~*~*~
Frankie and Benny’s in Saint Anne’s Square was long, narrow and quite cramped. Gwen went inside and asked for a table.“An hour waiting list.” She said, exiting the building. “I put us on it though. I’m starving!”
Rhiannon groaned, soothing her aching belly with her hand. “Let’s go shopping.” She said, spying the shops lining the square. Without asking, she looped her arm through Gwen’s and dragged her off towards Zara at the other end of the square and over the road.
“I’m going to the Disney Shop.” Said Ianto. “Coming with?”
“The Disney Shop?” repeated Jack. “The Disney Shop? Really?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Wait here then.” and he turned on his heel and walked off. He could see Jack walking beside him, hurried to keep up, in his peripheral vision.
They spent the entire hour in the Disney shop, playing with bubble guns, getting excited over plastic swords and messing about with a remote-control talking Wall-E.
~*~*~*~
“Let’s go to a club.” Said Rhiannon.
Gwen, Jack and Ianto groaned. Their bellies were full to bursting with good food, and all of them were pretty desperate to get home. Since leaving Frankie and Benny’s, they’d wandered around Marks and Spencer’s looking at clothes and hats and shoes, and Ianto had done his best to try and make Jack try on a deep purple shirt and tie. The nagging had come to nothing, but Ianto estimated what size Jack took and bought them anyway. Their feet were aching and their bellies were bloated, but they’d decided to wander towards the big Ferris wheel and have a quick ride on it as dusk came.
Very few people were queuing, so they’d been allowed to take two separate “capsules” as the woman behind the desk kept calling them. Ianto insisted on carrying on calling them carriages. Capsules they were not.
The sun was setting and the view over Manchester was beautiful, despite the amount of cranes and tall towers rising up above the horizon. Jack and Ianto were alone for the first time in three weeks, and they were now totally cut off from the world. Jack seemed a bit fidgety and unsure what to say. They were sat opposite each other to balance out the carriage, but neither of them said anything. The wheel moved round a little, stopping when they were about a quarter of the way round to let more people on the carriages below. Ianto decided that it was private enough, moved onto the seat next to Jack and kissed him. Jack curled him up into his arms and reciprocated, and Ianto decided that going three weeks without kissing him should never be allowed again.
They broke apart when the wheel moved again with a jolt. “I ... er ... I got you something.” Said Jack.
“I’m the one who went on holiday.” Laughed Ianto. “Don’t worry - I did get you something too.”
Jack smiled and reached into the depths of his coat and pulled out a small rectangle wrapped in deep red metallic paper with a chocolate coloured bow. Ianto grinned and took it. He unwrapped it painfully slowly, until Jack became so impatient he grabbed it off him and tore it open himself. “There!” he said, shoving the gift into Ianto’s hands.
Ianto stared at the chocolate plaque for a second, reading what it said. “Oh Jack. You silly bugger.” He held it up so that Jack could re-read his icing message. “I Didn’t Miss You Enough To Get You a Gift X” declared the slab of chocolate. Ianto playfully tapped him on the head with it, then tore open the side to get at the chocolaty goodness within. He broke off a bit of the corner, popped it in his mouth, closed his eyes and made the best, sexiest, dirtiest orgasmic moans he could muster. Ianto opened his eyes to see Jack staring hungrily at him.
He offered the box. “Want a taste?” he asked.
“Sure.” Said Jack. Instead of breaking off some chocolate for him, Ianto leaned forward and kissed him again. The wheel began moving and neither of them really noticed. The chocolate plaque was forgotten on the opposite seat as Jack and Ianto made out in earnest, not caring that the people sat in the Marks and Spencer’s cafe on the top floor were ogling at them when it halted again to let the last few people on. They broke apart eventually and regretfully, and Jack put his arm around Ianto.
“No.” He whispered into his hair. “I didn’t miss you at all.”
The wheel did three smooth revolutions before they had to get off. When they did, they almost forgot to wait for Gwen and Rhiannon. Jack still had his arm around Ianto as they walked, and that was all Ianto could think about. The girls eventually caught up, a little disgruntled. Jack’s hand slipped from his shoulder, and the momentary disappointment he felt at the loss of contact was instantly dissolved as he felt Jack’s fingers entwine with his.
“Let’s go to a club!” said Rhiannon.
“No.” Said Ianto. “I really, really just want to sleep. I’m beyond shattered.”
“You slept ages on the plane.” Chided his sister.
“Not peacefully.” He muttered. Ianto looked at Jack and a moment of understanding passed between them. “Please Rhiannon.”
“We could go to the Birdcage!” she chirped.
“NO!” said the other three in unified annoyance.
~*~*~*~
When they got to the SUV, they all stopped and made angry growls and exasperated sighs - apart from Ianto, who just stood and stared, too upset for words. The paint had been scratched with keys all down the side and on the bonnet, making a shape that loosely resembled an eagle. The windows had been attacked with something, but the extra-strong glass managed to hold the blows. The wing mirrors had been yanked off and smashed into the pavement and worst of all, the vehicle itself was up on bricks.
Ianto groaned with the realisation he wasn’t going home tonight. He supposed the drive was too long to do in the dark anyway. He sincerely hoped the Rift was being quiet, because whatever might have come through it had him to deal with when he got back.
Jack returned to his side after checking the damage. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and put a comforting arm around Ianto’s waist and squeezed a little. “All the work you put in to keeping the SUV in perfect condition, and a group of chavs with a crowbar come and ruin everything. It’s like ... hang on, I know what it’s like ... it’s like you shouldn’t have bothered ...”
Checking to make sure the girls were preoccupied with phoning their respective partners, Ianto threw Jack back against the wall and punched him in his stomach, hard. Jack laughed, glanced to see if the girls were looking and pulled him by the back of his neck into a harsh kiss. Ianto pressed himself against Jack as hard as he could, gasping for air as he was pushed harshly back and stumbled a little. He laughed, and swung another punch at Jack’s chest. Jack dodged, causing the momentum of the punch to make Ianto turn slightly. The back of his knee came into contact with Jack’s fist and he crumbled to his knees and allowed himself to be drawn into a headlock. His skull was being almost crushed into Jack’s chest, and Ianto decided to play dirty. He drew back his fist and shoved it towards Jack’s groin, and in an attempted dodge found the arm around his head loosening. He grabbed at an ankle and Jack toppled. Ianto knelt on his middle, gripping his wrists.
“Do you give in?” he mocked. Jack snarled. He laughed again. “Do you give?”
Jack stopped his feigned struggling and sighed. “Fine. I give in.” his eyes rolled.
Someone cleared their throat loudly behind them. In unison, they turned their heads in the direction of the sound. Gwen and Rhiannon were watching them with interest. Gwen looked a bit turned on, but Rhiannon had her best “What the hell?” face on.
“We’ll stay at a Holiday Inn or something.” Said Jack, allowing himself to be helped up by Ianto’s offered hand and not bothering to explain what had just happened.
~*~*~*~
The hotel they found wasn’t shabby, but it wasn’t the Hilton either. In fact, Ianto could see the Hilton from the room that he and Jack were sharing. He craved for the luxury of it, but from the way it was built it looked like it might topple at any moment so he decided that Travel Inn or Holiday Inn or wherever it was they were staying was luxury enough.
Gwen and Rhiannon had single rooms either side of their double. The first thing they’d done was to see which room was on the other side of the wall from Jack and Ianto’s bed and stick Gwen in it. There were some things Rhiannon didn’t want to accidentally over hear.
The first thing Ianto did was curl up on the squishy mattress, bury himself in the fluffy duvet and fall straight asleep. Jack lay next to him and stroked his hair and face for a while, but eventually made himself busy rooting through Ianto’s suitcase for some pyjamas. He popped them on the radiator under the window as a last minute thought and waited half an hour before shaking Ianto awake and telling him he should really get his clothes off in the most non-suggestible way he could. Ianto sighed happily in his warmed pyjamas, snuggling back into the covers. Jack took his clothes off and lay naked beside him, slowly running a hand up and down his body from the top of his shoulder to the curve of his hip.
Ianto slept for another hour or so, a second of which Jack didn’t miss, and groggily opened his eyes. Jack had kept the bedside lamp on so that he could see Ianto’s sleeping face, and now he was awake he could see the lust and want in his eyes. His groin reacted accordingly.
He leant forward and pulled Ianto closer, kissing him gently, letting Ianto decide whether or not to deepen it or take it further. Their tongues began to pick up the pace as Ianto’s brain began to wake and his blood begin to travel south. Jack felt his fingers curling around his hardening cock and sighed into his mouth. Since their rudely interrupted conversation, he hadn’t even touched himself.
Jack slid a hand inside Ianto’s pyjama bottoms and felt that familiar hard dick inside. It felt like it had been too long since it had filled him. He stroked it gently, thinking of the pleasure it had given him so many times. Ianto’s hand squeezed harder on Jack’s cock, stroking it more forcefully. Jack pulled his hands away and broke the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table, where he had already thought to put the lube, he flipped Ianto over onto his other side facing away from him. He pulled his pyjama pants down to his thighs for him and gently probed his slicked middle finger into the tight hole.
“We’re going to make love.” He whispered into Ianto’s ear. “Then after that, I’m going to hold you.” An index finger slipped inside and curled upwards a little with the middle. “After that, you’re going to fuck me ... and you’re going to fuck me raw. I don’t want to be able to sit in the morning. Understand?”
Ianto whimpered and tried to slip himself further onto Jack’s fingers as the ring finger joined the index and middle in the tight ring of muscle. A sigh escaped his lips as all three were removed, and he curled his legs a little to make it easier for Jack’s dick to penetrate him. They both seemed to be on the same wavelength. Jack didn’t thrust into him as such, but more rocked them together and created enough movement for his cock to graze his sweet spot and give himself pleasure too. Ianto concentrated on what Jack had taught him about this kind of sex. Tantric sex. Keep your breathing slow and regulated ... breathe in as your partner breathed out ... rock slowly ... give yourself over to the pleasure but stay calm and breathe right and you could go for hours, gently rocking and absorbed in ecstasy ...
They managed two hours, which was a little pitiful for them, but it had been three weeks. They both came quietly, and at the same time. Ianto’s head was pillowed on Jack’s bicep and their hands squeezed together, while their others were laced on Ianto’s panting stomach. Jack kissed his neck and pulled out, reaching for some wet wipes to clean the cum off Ianto’s stomach and their hands. Ianto lay there and watched Jack meticulously cleanse each of his fingers individually, before sweeping the cold material over his stomach. Jack tossed the wipe on the floor as Ianto turned on to his back and received another gentle kiss.
They held each other for ten minutes before libidos kicked in again. Before Jack had fully recovered, he found himself on his knees, head forced into the mattress by a strong hand, and a hard cock pressing relentlessly into him. He gritted his teeth against the burn as his prick began to react faster. Ianto fucked him hard, keeping his balance by leaning on the arm with the hand that was holding Jack’s head down and leaning all the way over him. He bit and licked at the Captain’s back and shoulders, whispering in his ear, reminding him of all the places they’d had mad, frantic and even violent sex. Control yourself, he thought, as thrusts became irregular and frantic and he could hear Jack’s breath catching in a way that told him he was close. Pull out, pull out NOW.
He wrenched himself from Jack, seconds from orgasm, and heard Jack’s angry and desperate growl. Ianto knelt back, allowing Jack to watch him as he unbuttoned his pyjama top and cast it aside. Before he realised what was happening, Jack had grabbed the lube again and launched himself at him. Next thing he knew, he was upside down with his arse in the air leaning against the bed with his ankles by his ears. In his passion and lust-filled state, he vaguely remembered Tosh having a dream about herself in this position ... she’d emailed every detail ... to him ... and he’d forwarded ... to Jack ... and ... oh! Cold lube was being practically poured into his already loosened arsehole. He reached a hand up and let Jack watch him as he fingered himself, curling his digits and bringing out a little lube to slick his cock to make stroking himself easier. Jack lowered his head and pressed his tongue deep into Ianto’s hole, making him squirm and groan and touch himself. Rising to stand with a foot on either side of Ianto’s head, Jack loomed over his body. He pushed his dick into him hard, and Ianto pretty much screamed out in surprise. Jack paused, allowing them both to get used to this new, tighter angle, and then fucked him in earnest.
Jack was being ruthless, and Ianto loved it. He felt opened and exposed, and he could see Jack’s cock and hips thrusting into him. It had never felt so big before. Not even the first time he’d taken it’s entire length in and clamped his jaw down so hard he’d broken his antique stopwatch between his teeth ...
The bed was banging furiously against the wall and was moving away from them. Jack realised Ianto was slipping down from it and gripped his arse tighter, holding him up right. Ianto was stroking himself, watching Jack’s arse as it moved above him. He thought for an almost coherent second, then pushed his cock upwards towards it. Jack stopped, realising what Ianto wanted, and bent his knees lowering himself. He felt Ianto’s dick slip inside him, hot and hard, as his own prick slowly delved further into his tight entrance. They were inside each other.
Jack rocked slightly, and came loudly, screaming Ianto’s name but remaining stock still, not wanting to lose the feeling of being inside Ianto and Ianto being inside him. Ianto came quietly, as his most powerful orgasms were quiet moments while he listened to what he had done to Jack and made Jack feel, while feeling it a thousand times over in his own nerve-endings. He must have stopped breathing, his brain’s basic functions shutting down for a minute or so. He gasped and panted as Jack lifted him bodily back onto the bad, collapsing backwards as his jelly muscles failed and Ianto landed flush on top of him. They stared into each other’s eyes, catching their breath. Eventually they stopped eye-fucking each other and curled up together under the covers, enjoying the unusual and luxurious amount of space they had compared to Jack’s little camp bed.
Jack fell asleep first, and as Ianto watched his calm, worriless face bathed in orange sunrise, the morning crept in. He buried his head into the pillow near Jack’s ear, holding him close.
“I know you can’t ever say it back,” he whispered. “... and if you do ever say it, it will be at the very last moment ... right at the end ... but ... but, Jack. I love you.”
FIN
This part was dedicated to and requested by unrequited1984 and griza, who clearly have some psychic issues they need to resolve as they both wanted pretty much the exact same thing.
P.S.: I had a bit of writers' block with this chapter, so it's centered around places I know to help me smooth the writing over. Apologies all round, and thank you to Manchester - my second favourite city!
P.P.S.: I'm really sorry I haven't been writing as prolifically as before. I'm staying at my mam's until tomorrow night, but I should hopefully pick up my pace by Wednesday.
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Chapter: 21
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: 18/NC-17
Warnings: M.M, and not the choccy variety.
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.
Summary: Requested by the like-minded griza and the lovely unrequited1984
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 |
Ianto sat restlessly in his seat watching the plane’s journey on an animated map on the LCD pull-down screen in the ceiling above him. Next to the map were little stats - like altitude and out-side air temperature. Ianto didn’t care how hot or cold it was outside. He just wanted to get home. He could just about spy the UK appearing in the top corner. Another three hours and he’d be home. Another 3 hours and fifteen minutes, and he’d be with Jack.
To pass the time, he’d made idle chat with Rhiannon, played noughts and crosses with the kid who was sat on the other side of the aisle (who totally kicked his arse at “eye-spy”) and flirted shamelessly with the stewardess - the girl, to her credit, had ignored him at first. By about the seventh hour of the flight, however, she’d been making several suggestions that maybe he could join her at the front of the plane to see the cock-pit.
He’d winked at her with a smile, told her it sounded very exciting and allowed her to walk away. He’d turned himself in his seat a bit, to watch her hips sway and waited for her to turn back and flash him a smile. She did. Satisfied, he turned back to Rhiannon and a very disapproving stare.
“What the hell?” she asked. Ianto shrugged, sipping his water. “What happened to ‘I miss Jack’, ‘I wish Jack was here’, ‘I want to go home to Jack’ etcetera etcetera?”
“I saw her and I thought to myself ‘What would Jack do?’ - And I do believe that was it.”
“ ... So you two just flirt shamelessly and accept offers of inspecting cock-pits all the time?”
“Pretty much.”
“Has he ever cheated on you?”
“Depends. Do you count kissing as cheating?”
“I do.”
“Then we’ve cheated on each other.”
She stared at him blankly. “Over the past three weeks,” she began. “I have come to realise I don’t even know you a little bit any more. My brother would never have cheated on anyone. Not even a kiss.”
“It’s not cheating if the other person doesn’t mind you doing it.”
“Jack doesn’t mind you kissing other people?”
“If he did, he’d be being hypocritical.”
“How many other people have you kissed? Does Jack know about them all?”
Ianto sighed. “Yes yes yes he does ... and I’ve kissed four other people.”
“Who?”
“It won’t matter! You don’t know them!”
Rhiannon stared at her little brother. “Who?” she repeated, forcefully.
“A girl called Kerry, but that was a bit of an accident. It was quite funny actually ... but anyways. There was this guy who worked in a chip shop. Barry ... Benny ... Lenny ... something like that - but I only kissed him because he thought I was a woman - and he was a really good kisser ... anyway. Toshiko - my friend Toshiko - she died recently, though. Finally, I kissed a girl called Samantha because Jack dared me to go up to her and just grab her and kiss her. She was feeling low and needed a pick-me-up.”
“... so you picked her up.” Rhiannon’s voice was seeping with disapproval. Silence fell between them, that seemed to grow even colder when the stewardess walked past again and eye-fucked Ianto. Ianto rolled his eyes in Rhiannon’s direction and made a small V-gesture towards her that she missed but the stewardess didn’t. The stewardess giggled a little, turned back to see where she was going and walked smack-on straight into the staff/passenger divider. She didn’t look back at Ianto out of embarrassment, but he pretended not to see anyway by fiddling in his pockets.
He knew it was bad. He knew he really, really shouldn’t have ... but he sent a text. Four words: “Hot stewardess. Can I?”
The reply was almost instant. “Only if you think of me.”
Ianto sighed to himself in exasperation. He and Jack had had that conversation several times, but usually the other way round. Smiling to himself, he typed his reply: “Christ on a breadstick, Jack! You know I wouldn’t!” Ianto switched off the phone and concealed it again. Ianto reached into the bag above his head and pulled out the sedatives he’d brought in case it turned out Rhiannon was a bad flyer.
“Aspirin?” he offered. “If you take it now, it’ll ease the ache of landing.” He lied. Rhiannon took two of the pills - enough to knock her out for about an hour and a half - and swallowed them gratefully. Less than a minute later, her head was resting on her shoulder pillow and she was sleeping peacefully. He popped three pills in his own mouth and allowed his head to droop on to his big sister's shoulder.
~*~*~*~
It was just another day at work. Ianto sat behind his desk, staring at his screen trying desperately to make sense of the information in front of him. His head felt like it was about to explode, and he could tell by glancing at the desk opposite his that Jennie's was too. Her head was in her hands and she kept rubbing at her eyes. Strong coffee, he thought. He rose to his feet, cast a glance down the two rows of desks that faced each other and called: "I'm on the coffee run, if anyone wants some?" 33 hands waved eagerly in the air. Even if they weren't thirsty, they weren't going to pass up on Ianto's coffee.
"Ghost Shift in two minutes." declared the smooth female voice of the tannoy as Ianto made his way to the coffee room. He breathed in the aroma before he got there, just happy to have a break from the computer and escape to his little coffee-bean sanctuary. He entered the room and gathered together 34 of the polystyrene cups with the Torchwood logo on. He was just about preparing the coffee machine (someone had unplugged it and the settings had buggered up again) when he felt long, strong arms curl around his middle. "You spend more time here than you do at your desk." murmured Lisa into his ear. She was nearly taller than he was, and he wasn't exactly short. Ianto turned in her grip and put an arm around the back of her shoulders and kissed her gently.
"Ghost Shift online." shmoozed the tannoy. Lisa broke the kiss and sighed, pressing her forehead against his.
"You know," she said. "I met that woman ... and she talks like that in real life."
Ianto laughed. "Yeah right."
"Ghost Shift offline." said the tannoy. Lisa faltered.
"Offline? It's not supposed to go offline for another minute and a half ..."
"Something must be wrong." said Ianto.
"Yeah ..." she breathed. She stepped back from him and straightened her clothes. "I need to get back to H&S. See what's going on."
"Okay." said Ianto, the "oh" part of the word stolen in the peck Lisa pressed to his lips. He watched her wander off. "I love you!" he shouted down the corridor as she turned the corner. He heard her giggle to herself and two girls coming in the opposite direction murmered to each other that they wished their boyfriends would so willingly shout about their feelings down the corridors at the office.
"Ghost Shift at 100%" declared the tannoy. Ianto thought nothing of it, but did notice the strange silence that seemed to occur afterwards. A silence all too quickly filled with screams.
Ianto froze, hands halfway to the buttons on the coffee machine, unsure what was happening. Then he heard them: strange, heavy, metallic beats. Like a marching beat. Like footsteps.
The door burst open behind him and he spun. A 6 foot silver robot stood before him, it's mouth glowing blue at it spoke. "You. Will. Come. With. Me. You. Will. Be. Upgraded."
Fight, flight or fright took over. On auto-pilot, Ianto reached for the bread knife behind him and thrust it at the metal man's neck. The blade was just about thin enough to slide through the gap in the metal between the head and the neck, bending upwards straight into where he guessed the main programming would be kept. He got a slight shock from the knife, and let go. The metal man started screaming, a strange robotic, cybernized sound. It fell to it's knees and slumped into the counter. Ianto poked his head into the corridor. He was fairly certain there'd be more. He dialled Lisa's number, redirected the call to his bluetooth ear piece and waited for her to answer.
"Ianto!" her voice had never sounded so beautiful - or so frightened. "The ghosts ... they're robots!"
"Are you alright? I'm coming now, Lisa. I'm coming to find you."
She screamed a scream that froze his blood in his veins. Ianto stopped. "Lisa? Lisa?"
"Just get out, Ianto! Get out!"
"I can't leave you. I'll save you! I promise! I'll save you!"
"Forget me and GET OUT!"
"But ... I love you." he said, almost helplessly.
"I love you too. More than anything. Please, Ianto, get out. For me. Just make sure you get out."
The line went dead as Lisa screamed again, and Ianto felt a tear and a sob escape him. "Lisa ... Lisa ..." he whispered. Make sure you get out, she said. He pulled himself together. There was a separate boiler room for the showers on the floor below. If he hid behind the hot water tank, there was a chance that, should these creatures use heat sensing technology, they wouldn't find him.
He slid down the banister on the stairwell for speed, and hurtled through the doors onto the floor below ... but behind the doors, the familiar sight of a long corridor with unmarked exits and entrances lining the edge didn’t greet him.
Ianto was in a basement. It was dark and dingy and he could smell blood and death. Torchwood Cardiff ... he was in Torchwood Cardiff ... and so was Lisa. On the floor. Lying there, lifeless with blood pouring from her head. So too, was Annie, the pizza girl - his friend. She was slumped over Lisa’s life support. Behind him was Tosh, Owen, Gwen ... and Jack. Captain Jack. His gun still raised. As one, the other members of Torchwood Three turned and walked away.
“Wait!” he called, choking on sobs. “Wait ...” he ran through the doors, but there was no sign of Jack or the others. He could just make out, in the flickering lights and the low, red glow the figure of a man. The man was stood stock still, wearing khaki coloured clothes and covered in grease and grime. He smiled manically at Ianto, his teeth yellowing with neglect. Ianto should’ve known who he was, but couldn’t place him.
“Hello?” he called. He heard a shot-gun cock behind him and spun around. The world changed again. He was in a kitchen. A shabby kitchen ... and there was a stench. A stench of death, and fear. There was blood. Lots of blood ... and human bodies ... human bodies on meat hooks from the ceiling. Plastic sheeting hung down from the doorways and seemed to move as if there was a breeze. A short, plump woman with a face that could have been kind, once, had a shot-gun trained on him. Ianto knew he should have known who she was.
He looked down at himself. His suit was gone. His armour. Instead there were jeans and a white shirt, grubby and torn. Tosh got away, said a voice in his head. Tosh got away. You helped her get away.
Ianto’s head felt like a bomb had gone off inside it. He grunted in pain and fell to the floor. There was another man - not the one from the basement. There were lots of other men. He could hear them. One of them had a baseball bat and was beating his torso and thighs with it. The others kicked and stamped at every inch of him they could reach. The world began to turn black.
Through the darkness, he could hear four words floating to him from an even darker place:
“Time to be bled ... time to be bled ... time ... to be ... bled.”
Another voice joined it. Stronger. Younger. Safer.
“IANTO!!” It was Jack. “IANTO!!”
He opened his eyes. The explosion. Rubble around him, his shoulder burning. Jack was calling for him, panicked and worried. Ianto heard himself scream, but didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.
~*~*~*~
Ianto woke with a jolt and looked around. He was still on the plane, but it was landing. The pain in his ears had woken him, and he forced himself to yawn. They popped and the pressure returned to normal and the ache died. He touched his forehead and found it slightly cold with sweat. He groaned inwardly. Had he not taken the sedatives, the second he’d realised he was dreaming his last moments with Lisa he could have forced himself to wake up.
~*~*~*~
Jack was stood in the cafeteria of Manchester Airport Terminal 3. He was watching the aeroplanes through the ceiling to floor window, standing on the raised 1 foot wide wooden platform. He had his hands behind his back, held together only by his linked forefingers.
His coat was buttoned up and belted, protecting him from the buzz of people and children nervous and tired surrounding him. Ianto and Rhiannon hadn’t booked return flights until they were certain how long they were staying in Australia, and as a result Ianto had let Rhiannon book the tickets back. She’d booked a cheap flight, but it went to the wrong airport. Jack had driven to Manchester, and Gwen had insisted on coming along too. They’d both missed him.
Jack was nervous. He didn’t know why, but it was probably because he was unsure what to do or say when Ianto was finally back with him. Especially since they would be around a big crowd of other people, not to mention Gwen, and the most publicly affectionate thing they’d ever done was a quick dance at her wedding. What should he do? Hug him? Kiss him? Run towards him and rugby tackle him? Definitely not the latter, he thought. He’d end up shagging him on the floor of Manchester Airport. Lord knows what STD’s they’d catch from there ...
Gwen was waiting for him in arrivals, but Jack had opted to stay by the planes. After he was sure she’d gone, he’d nipped down to the shops and spotted a little Thornton’s Chocolatier. Perfect. He’d bought something declaring itself to be a “chocolate plaque” and had a message iced on it that made the shop girl giggle in approval. He’d even paid an extra 50 pence to have it wrapped. He decided that it said enough for him not to have to worry about his meaning being misinterpreted.
He returned to his spot by the window and gazed into the middle distance, his hands back behind his back. He knew that standing like this made him appear slimmer, broader in the shoulder and all together more masculine. Jack also knew that he’d be able to see the reflection of Ianto in the window in front of him so he could prepare himself and refrain from looking vulnerable when Ianto would try to sneak up and make him jump.
~*~*~*~
“IANTO!!” Gwen shouted, jumping up and down. She flew at him and he nearly toppled over. “Come on come on come on come on comeoncomeoncomeon ...” she nagged, dragging him and Rhiannon along. She pulled them through the automatic doors to the pickup point outside and then to the SUV.
“Where’s Jack?” asked Ianto, not caring about how disappointed he sounded.
“Oh of course!” said Gwen, heaving the massive suitcases into the boot of the SUV single-handedly and holding her arms up to take their hand luggage. “He’s waiting the T3 cafe. Said he wanted to watch the planes.”
“You girls chat.” Said Ianto. “I’ll go find him.”
~*~*~*~
A familiar red shirt bobbed a little in the reflective surface of the glass. As if on cue, the family with a large group of noisy children got up, cleared their things and left their table. In all the chaos of the cafeteria, it felt like he and Ianto were alone. He felt Ianto’s footsteps approach and then step up onto the wooden platform beside him.
What to say? He fumbled through his brain.
“You know, I used to fly planes. In the Wars.” He managed. Turning his body slightly into Ianto’s direction, he followed the progress of a large airbus landing on the runway and skidding to a halt. Jack smiled a little, cast his eyes down and looked at the man stood next to him. Ianto was still watching the plane as it made its way to the gate, then he too smiled to himself, looked down and turned to Jack. Their eyes locked.
Ianto broke the gaze first, glancing back towards the giant metal birds outside, then turning back to Jack. He put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, stepped forward and kissed his cheek. Ianto lingered there for a couple of seconds to see if the Captain would turn his head, but nothing came of it. He stepped back and smiled. “Gwen and Rhiannon are waiting.”
Jack smiled and made a “hm” noise in his throat. They set off walking together.
Ianto navigated them back towards Arrivals, then out to the SUV. Gwen was sat behind the wheel and Rhiannon was in the passenger seat, fiddling with her phone. He wondered for a second if she’d even bothered to thank Gwen for driving all the way out there to pick them up, but from the way Gwen was staring blankly ahead and her knuckles were whitening on the steering wheel, he doubted they were getting on at all. She looked relieved to see them.
As Ianto (and to his surprise, Jack), climbed into the back, he began to wonder what had happened to the big happy reunion he’d been playing out in his head over and over for the last three weeks. To be honest, he knew it was mostly fantasy. Jack would never appear affectionate or couple-y (or dare he think it: loving?) in front of anyone other than Gwen or Rhiannon and his mam. He wondered why for a second, but he supposed that there would be some reason behind it. Leverage, he concluded. “The only way to break a warrior is through his heart.” Come to think of it ... Ianto had never properly gotten his date. His date that was promised months ago. They’d had a takeaway and watched a DVD a few times ... maybe that’s what Jack meant.
Ianto decided it didn’t matter how Jack reacted to him in public. It was how he was treated in private that mattered. This was the reunion of Jack and Ianto the colleagues; as soon as the door closed it would be the true reunion of Jack and Ianto the lovers. Partners, Ianto corrected his thoughts. Partners. Jack said so.
“What are you thinking?” asked Gwen, glancing up at him in the rear view mirror.
Shit. He thought. What was I thinking?
“Ohhh ... nothing.” He said. “I think I was thinking about ... steak. Steak and chips. Real chips. Not fries.”
“Park over there. We can go to Frankie and Benny’s in Saint Anne’s Square.” Said Jack.
“What for?” asked Ianto.
“Steak and chips.” Smiled Jack.
~*~*~*~
Frankie and Benny’s in Saint Anne’s Square was long, narrow and quite cramped. Gwen went inside and asked for a table.“An hour waiting list.” She said, exiting the building. “I put us on it though. I’m starving!”
Rhiannon groaned, soothing her aching belly with her hand. “Let’s go shopping.” She said, spying the shops lining the square. Without asking, she looped her arm through Gwen’s and dragged her off towards Zara at the other end of the square and over the road.
“I’m going to the Disney Shop.” Said Ianto. “Coming with?”
“The Disney Shop?” repeated Jack. “The Disney Shop? Really?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Wait here then.” and he turned on his heel and walked off. He could see Jack walking beside him, hurried to keep up, in his peripheral vision.
They spent the entire hour in the Disney shop, playing with bubble guns, getting excited over plastic swords and messing about with a remote-control talking Wall-E.
~*~*~*~
“Let’s go to a club.” Said Rhiannon.
Gwen, Jack and Ianto groaned. Their bellies were full to bursting with good food, and all of them were pretty desperate to get home. Since leaving Frankie and Benny’s, they’d wandered around Marks and Spencer’s looking at clothes and hats and shoes, and Ianto had done his best to try and make Jack try on a deep purple shirt and tie. The nagging had come to nothing, but Ianto estimated what size Jack took and bought them anyway. Their feet were aching and their bellies were bloated, but they’d decided to wander towards the big Ferris wheel and have a quick ride on it as dusk came.
Very few people were queuing, so they’d been allowed to take two separate “capsules” as the woman behind the desk kept calling them. Ianto insisted on carrying on calling them carriages. Capsules they were not.
The sun was setting and the view over Manchester was beautiful, despite the amount of cranes and tall towers rising up above the horizon. Jack and Ianto were alone for the first time in three weeks, and they were now totally cut off from the world. Jack seemed a bit fidgety and unsure what to say. They were sat opposite each other to balance out the carriage, but neither of them said anything. The wheel moved round a little, stopping when they were about a quarter of the way round to let more people on the carriages below. Ianto decided that it was private enough, moved onto the seat next to Jack and kissed him. Jack curled him up into his arms and reciprocated, and Ianto decided that going three weeks without kissing him should never be allowed again.
They broke apart when the wheel moved again with a jolt. “I ... er ... I got you something.” Said Jack.
“I’m the one who went on holiday.” Laughed Ianto. “Don’t worry - I did get you something too.”
Jack smiled and reached into the depths of his coat and pulled out a small rectangle wrapped in deep red metallic paper with a chocolate coloured bow. Ianto grinned and took it. He unwrapped it painfully slowly, until Jack became so impatient he grabbed it off him and tore it open himself. “There!” he said, shoving the gift into Ianto’s hands.
Ianto stared at the chocolate plaque for a second, reading what it said. “Oh Jack. You silly bugger.” He held it up so that Jack could re-read his icing message. “I Didn’t Miss You Enough To Get You a Gift X” declared the slab of chocolate. Ianto playfully tapped him on the head with it, then tore open the side to get at the chocolaty goodness within. He broke off a bit of the corner, popped it in his mouth, closed his eyes and made the best, sexiest, dirtiest orgasmic moans he could muster. Ianto opened his eyes to see Jack staring hungrily at him.
He offered the box. “Want a taste?” he asked.
“Sure.” Said Jack. Instead of breaking off some chocolate for him, Ianto leaned forward and kissed him again. The wheel began moving and neither of them really noticed. The chocolate plaque was forgotten on the opposite seat as Jack and Ianto made out in earnest, not caring that the people sat in the Marks and Spencer’s cafe on the top floor were ogling at them when it halted again to let the last few people on. They broke apart eventually and regretfully, and Jack put his arm around Ianto.
“No.” He whispered into his hair. “I didn’t miss you at all.”
The wheel did three smooth revolutions before they had to get off. When they did, they almost forgot to wait for Gwen and Rhiannon. Jack still had his arm around Ianto as they walked, and that was all Ianto could think about. The girls eventually caught up, a little disgruntled. Jack’s hand slipped from his shoulder, and the momentary disappointment he felt at the loss of contact was instantly dissolved as he felt Jack’s fingers entwine with his.
“Let’s go to a club!” said Rhiannon.
“No.” Said Ianto. “I really, really just want to sleep. I’m beyond shattered.”
“You slept ages on the plane.” Chided his sister.
“Not peacefully.” He muttered. Ianto looked at Jack and a moment of understanding passed between them. “Please Rhiannon.”
“We could go to the Birdcage!” she chirped.
“NO!” said the other three in unified annoyance.
~*~*~*~
When they got to the SUV, they all stopped and made angry growls and exasperated sighs - apart from Ianto, who just stood and stared, too upset for words. The paint had been scratched with keys all down the side and on the bonnet, making a shape that loosely resembled an eagle. The windows had been attacked with something, but the extra-strong glass managed to hold the blows. The wing mirrors had been yanked off and smashed into the pavement and worst of all, the vehicle itself was up on bricks.
Ianto groaned with the realisation he wasn’t going home tonight. He supposed the drive was too long to do in the dark anyway. He sincerely hoped the Rift was being quiet, because whatever might have come through it had him to deal with when he got back.
Jack returned to his side after checking the damage. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and put a comforting arm around Ianto’s waist and squeezed a little. “All the work you put in to keeping the SUV in perfect condition, and a group of chavs with a crowbar come and ruin everything. It’s like ... hang on, I know what it’s like ... it’s like you shouldn’t have bothered ...”
Checking to make sure the girls were preoccupied with phoning their respective partners, Ianto threw Jack back against the wall and punched him in his stomach, hard. Jack laughed, glanced to see if the girls were looking and pulled him by the back of his neck into a harsh kiss. Ianto pressed himself against Jack as hard as he could, gasping for air as he was pushed harshly back and stumbled a little. He laughed, and swung another punch at Jack’s chest. Jack dodged, causing the momentum of the punch to make Ianto turn slightly. The back of his knee came into contact with Jack’s fist and he crumbled to his knees and allowed himself to be drawn into a headlock. His skull was being almost crushed into Jack’s chest, and Ianto decided to play dirty. He drew back his fist and shoved it towards Jack’s groin, and in an attempted dodge found the arm around his head loosening. He grabbed at an ankle and Jack toppled. Ianto knelt on his middle, gripping his wrists.
“Do you give in?” he mocked. Jack snarled. He laughed again. “Do you give?”
Jack stopped his feigned struggling and sighed. “Fine. I give in.” his eyes rolled.
Someone cleared their throat loudly behind them. In unison, they turned their heads in the direction of the sound. Gwen and Rhiannon were watching them with interest. Gwen looked a bit turned on, but Rhiannon had her best “What the hell?” face on.
“We’ll stay at a Holiday Inn or something.” Said Jack, allowing himself to be helped up by Ianto’s offered hand and not bothering to explain what had just happened.
~*~*~*~
The hotel they found wasn’t shabby, but it wasn’t the Hilton either. In fact, Ianto could see the Hilton from the room that he and Jack were sharing. He craved for the luxury of it, but from the way it was built it looked like it might topple at any moment so he decided that Travel Inn or Holiday Inn or wherever it was they were staying was luxury enough.
Gwen and Rhiannon had single rooms either side of their double. The first thing they’d done was to see which room was on the other side of the wall from Jack and Ianto’s bed and stick Gwen in it. There were some things Rhiannon didn’t want to accidentally over hear.
The first thing Ianto did was curl up on the squishy mattress, bury himself in the fluffy duvet and fall straight asleep. Jack lay next to him and stroked his hair and face for a while, but eventually made himself busy rooting through Ianto’s suitcase for some pyjamas. He popped them on the radiator under the window as a last minute thought and waited half an hour before shaking Ianto awake and telling him he should really get his clothes off in the most non-suggestible way he could. Ianto sighed happily in his warmed pyjamas, snuggling back into the covers. Jack took his clothes off and lay naked beside him, slowly running a hand up and down his body from the top of his shoulder to the curve of his hip.
Ianto slept for another hour or so, a second of which Jack didn’t miss, and groggily opened his eyes. Jack had kept the bedside lamp on so that he could see Ianto’s sleeping face, and now he was awake he could see the lust and want in his eyes. His groin reacted accordingly.
He leant forward and pulled Ianto closer, kissing him gently, letting Ianto decide whether or not to deepen it or take it further. Their tongues began to pick up the pace as Ianto’s brain began to wake and his blood begin to travel south. Jack felt his fingers curling around his hardening cock and sighed into his mouth. Since their rudely interrupted conversation, he hadn’t even touched himself.
Jack slid a hand inside Ianto’s pyjama bottoms and felt that familiar hard dick inside. It felt like it had been too long since it had filled him. He stroked it gently, thinking of the pleasure it had given him so many times. Ianto’s hand squeezed harder on Jack’s cock, stroking it more forcefully. Jack pulled his hands away and broke the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table, where he had already thought to put the lube, he flipped Ianto over onto his other side facing away from him. He pulled his pyjama pants down to his thighs for him and gently probed his slicked middle finger into the tight hole.
“We’re going to make love.” He whispered into Ianto’s ear. “Then after that, I’m going to hold you.” An index finger slipped inside and curled upwards a little with the middle. “After that, you’re going to fuck me ... and you’re going to fuck me raw. I don’t want to be able to sit in the morning. Understand?”
Ianto whimpered and tried to slip himself further onto Jack’s fingers as the ring finger joined the index and middle in the tight ring of muscle. A sigh escaped his lips as all three were removed, and he curled his legs a little to make it easier for Jack’s dick to penetrate him. They both seemed to be on the same wavelength. Jack didn’t thrust into him as such, but more rocked them together and created enough movement for his cock to graze his sweet spot and give himself pleasure too. Ianto concentrated on what Jack had taught him about this kind of sex. Tantric sex. Keep your breathing slow and regulated ... breathe in as your partner breathed out ... rock slowly ... give yourself over to the pleasure but stay calm and breathe right and you could go for hours, gently rocking and absorbed in ecstasy ...
They managed two hours, which was a little pitiful for them, but it had been three weeks. They both came quietly, and at the same time. Ianto’s head was pillowed on Jack’s bicep and their hands squeezed together, while their others were laced on Ianto’s panting stomach. Jack kissed his neck and pulled out, reaching for some wet wipes to clean the cum off Ianto’s stomach and their hands. Ianto lay there and watched Jack meticulously cleanse each of his fingers individually, before sweeping the cold material over his stomach. Jack tossed the wipe on the floor as Ianto turned on to his back and received another gentle kiss.
They held each other for ten minutes before libidos kicked in again. Before Jack had fully recovered, he found himself on his knees, head forced into the mattress by a strong hand, and a hard cock pressing relentlessly into him. He gritted his teeth against the burn as his prick began to react faster. Ianto fucked him hard, keeping his balance by leaning on the arm with the hand that was holding Jack’s head down and leaning all the way over him. He bit and licked at the Captain’s back and shoulders, whispering in his ear, reminding him of all the places they’d had mad, frantic and even violent sex. Control yourself, he thought, as thrusts became irregular and frantic and he could hear Jack’s breath catching in a way that told him he was close. Pull out, pull out NOW.
He wrenched himself from Jack, seconds from orgasm, and heard Jack’s angry and desperate growl. Ianto knelt back, allowing Jack to watch him as he unbuttoned his pyjama top and cast it aside. Before he realised what was happening, Jack had grabbed the lube again and launched himself at him. Next thing he knew, he was upside down with his arse in the air leaning against the bed with his ankles by his ears. In his passion and lust-filled state, he vaguely remembered Tosh having a dream about herself in this position ... she’d emailed every detail ... to him ... and he’d forwarded ... to Jack ... and ... oh! Cold lube was being practically poured into his already loosened arsehole. He reached a hand up and let Jack watch him as he fingered himself, curling his digits and bringing out a little lube to slick his cock to make stroking himself easier. Jack lowered his head and pressed his tongue deep into Ianto’s hole, making him squirm and groan and touch himself. Rising to stand with a foot on either side of Ianto’s head, Jack loomed over his body. He pushed his dick into him hard, and Ianto pretty much screamed out in surprise. Jack paused, allowing them both to get used to this new, tighter angle, and then fucked him in earnest.
Jack was being ruthless, and Ianto loved it. He felt opened and exposed, and he could see Jack’s cock and hips thrusting into him. It had never felt so big before. Not even the first time he’d taken it’s entire length in and clamped his jaw down so hard he’d broken his antique stopwatch between his teeth ...
The bed was banging furiously against the wall and was moving away from them. Jack realised Ianto was slipping down from it and gripped his arse tighter, holding him up right. Ianto was stroking himself, watching Jack’s arse as it moved above him. He thought for an almost coherent second, then pushed his cock upwards towards it. Jack stopped, realising what Ianto wanted, and bent his knees lowering himself. He felt Ianto’s dick slip inside him, hot and hard, as his own prick slowly delved further into his tight entrance. They were inside each other.
Jack rocked slightly, and came loudly, screaming Ianto’s name but remaining stock still, not wanting to lose the feeling of being inside Ianto and Ianto being inside him. Ianto came quietly, as his most powerful orgasms were quiet moments while he listened to what he had done to Jack and made Jack feel, while feeling it a thousand times over in his own nerve-endings. He must have stopped breathing, his brain’s basic functions shutting down for a minute or so. He gasped and panted as Jack lifted him bodily back onto the bad, collapsing backwards as his jelly muscles failed and Ianto landed flush on top of him. They stared into each other’s eyes, catching their breath. Eventually they stopped eye-fucking each other and curled up together under the covers, enjoying the unusual and luxurious amount of space they had compared to Jack’s little camp bed.
Jack fell asleep first, and as Ianto watched his calm, worriless face bathed in orange sunrise, the morning crept in. He buried his head into the pillow near Jack’s ear, holding him close.
“I know you can’t ever say it back,” he whispered. “... and if you do ever say it, it will be at the very last moment ... right at the end ... but ... but, Jack. I love you.”
FIN
This part was dedicated to and requested by unrequited1984 and griza, who clearly have some psychic issues they need to resolve as they both wanted pretty much the exact same thing.
P.S.: I had a bit of writers' block with this chapter, so it's centered around places I know to help me smooth the writing over. Apologies all round, and thank you to Manchester - my second favourite city!
P.P.S.: I'm really sorry I haven't been writing as prolifically as before. I'm staying at my mam's until tomorrow night, but I should hopefully pick up my pace by Wednesday.
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