Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part Twoblue_fjordsApril 11 2009, 14:44:28 UTC
“And the other responded, ‘I have been searching for you.’” Two men ran through the fountain, skirting close to the invisible lift, and when they caught each other, their laughter echoed across the Plass; one like wind chimes outside his auntie’s house when Ianto was small, one like the quick thwak-thwak of Jack’s braces and belt hitting Ianto’s floor now that he was not.
“The lovers joined hands, and promised that nothing could separate them.” Jack’s voice was low and husky in Ianto’s ear; it thrummed like a hum, like the rumble of a drum, like Jack when he comes, hands in Ianto’s and nothing to separate them.
“But spring turned to summer, and summer turned to fall, and fall turned to winter, and spring cannot survive in winter.” Ianto blinked back tears, glistening on his eyelashes, catching the light and throwing sparks on the couple pressed against the closest wall, grinding against each other and gasping with release. Gasping with pain.
Jack’s hand was fire on his back, but Ianto shivered. “I don’t want to know the end of the story.”
“It’s the same ending this story always has,” came the low reply. Farther down the pier, in another land, in another time, a lover cried ‘mine’ and was answered with ‘yours.’
Ianto shook his head, and the world spun in the opposite direction; all around them limbs entwined, bodies gliding, sliding along each other, mouths seeking. “None of this is real, is it?”
“I’m sorry.” Gentle. “What do you see?” His hand was real, though, under Ianto’s jacket and waistcoat, the heat burning through Ianto’s shirt, and he clung to the sensation, grounding.
“I see lovers meeting, tangling.” He stopped walking, and beside him, Jack stopped walking, too. “I’m not scared of the winter.”
Jack looked at him; Jack like the tiger, tiger burning bright as he stalks his prey, and how easily he caught Ianto, how easily he catches Ianto always, not realizing that the other is under his skin now, fitting like a hand in a glove (but not *that* glove), necessary as oxygen, as water.
Ianto stepped closer, snared by the blue of Jack’s eyes. Again. “You should kiss me,” he said seriously. “And you can remember it forever.”
Jack’s heart broke in his eyes, healed and broke again, and again. His lips were on Ianto’s, hand on the small of Ianto’s back still, other hand cradling Ianto’s head, holding him close and safe.
The spring wind blew through the Plass, empty but for two men locked in an embrace, breathing in each other. And just the barest scent of hyacinth and sugar.
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part Twoblue_fjordsApril 11 2009, 23:23:40 UTC
It's weird; I hadn't intended to go sad, but it just went there. I think Jack and Ianto like trading off taking care of the other when they're vulnerable. At least, I like it!
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part TwooneloveonelightApril 11 2009, 18:49:49 UTC
This was very beautiful, I love seeing Jack taking good care of Ianto, being gentle with him at times and I think he will remember that moment forever. :)
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part TwolionessvalentiApril 11 2009, 22:13:11 UTC
This is like word porn. Passages like this: ...their laughter echoed across the Plass; one like wind chimes outside his auntie’s house when Ianto was small, one like the quick thwak-thwak of Jack’s braces and belt hitting Ianto’s floor now that he was not. are just absolutely beautiful in their gorgeous detail and tone.
I think everyone here, myself included, as writers, can appreciate good word porn.
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part Twoblue_fjordsApril 13 2009, 01:36:32 UTC
Oh, thanks! This went in an entirely bittersweet direction, when I had originally thought it would be a lighter "Ianto is high" ficlet. Did not turn out that way!
“The lovers joined hands, and promised that nothing could separate them.” Jack’s voice was low and husky in Ianto’s ear; it thrummed like a hum, like the rumble of a drum, like Jack when he comes, hands in Ianto’s and nothing to separate them.
“But spring turned to summer, and summer turned to fall, and fall turned to winter, and spring cannot survive in winter.” Ianto blinked back tears, glistening on his eyelashes, catching the light and throwing sparks on the couple pressed against the closest wall, grinding against each other and gasping with release. Gasping with pain.
Jack’s hand was fire on his back, but Ianto shivered. “I don’t want to know the end of the story.”
“It’s the same ending this story always has,” came the low reply. Farther down the pier, in another land, in another time, a lover cried ‘mine’ and was answered with ‘yours.’
Ianto shook his head, and the world spun in the opposite direction; all around them limbs entwined, bodies gliding, sliding along each other, mouths seeking. “None of this is real, is it?”
“I’m sorry.” Gentle. “What do you see?” His hand was real, though, under Ianto’s jacket and waistcoat, the heat burning through Ianto’s shirt, and he clung to the sensation, grounding.
“I see lovers meeting, tangling.” He stopped walking, and beside him, Jack stopped walking, too. “I’m not scared of the winter.”
Jack looked at him; Jack like the tiger, tiger burning bright as he stalks his prey, and how easily he caught Ianto, how easily he catches Ianto always, not realizing that the other is under his skin now, fitting like a hand in a glove (but not *that* glove), necessary as oxygen, as water.
Ianto stepped closer, snared by the blue of Jack’s eyes. Again. “You should kiss me,” he said seriously. “And you can remember it forever.”
Jack’s heart broke in his eyes, healed and broke again, and again. His lips were on Ianto’s, hand on the small of Ianto’s back still, other hand cradling Ianto’s head, holding him close and safe.
The spring wind blew through the Plass, empty but for two men locked in an embrace, breathing in each other. And just the barest scent of hyacinth and sugar.
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"Twin golden pools falling down their shoulders"; Jack as the Tiger, Tiger burning bright...
Something very sexy about how vulnerable Ianto is here.
Very romantic...and sad.
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I think Jack and Ianto like trading off taking care of the other when they're vulnerable. At least, I like it!
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I think everyone here, myself included, as writers, can appreciate good word porn.
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