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CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
LOCATION: Somewhere in the passenger quarters
WARNINGS: Angst, possible progression into NC-17 territory.
SUMMARY: Jack and Ianto run into each other in the passenger quarters just after everyone arrives.

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Jack went willingly when Ianto pulled him this time, wrapping his arms around Ianto in turn, a hand on the back of his neck, curling in his hair, and the other laying flat on his back, holding him close. He ducked his head to rest his cheek on the top of Ianto's head, curling himself around him almost, and just stood like that for a moment, the water cascading over them.

There were a lot of things that he wanted to say in that moment. And yet he didn't want to ruin it with talking either. He'd missed him. He'd never anticipated seeing him again. He was so, so sorry. He'd done some awful things, since he'd seen him. He wasn't sure that Ianto'd want to be with him, once he knew he'd sacrificed his own grandson because that was the easiest way out. Once he knew that he'd abandoned Gwen in Cardiff, pregnant and desperate for a friend, because he couldn't stand to look at her and know that he was going to end up killing her one day too. He selfishly didn't want to let that on, because he didn't know how Ianto would react, and yet. He wanted to tell him everything. Open up in a way that he'd never opened up to anyone before. And that frightened him.

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The silence was nice. In many ways, Ianto was still reeling, and it would be some time and many conversations before the anxiety and fear would fade completely. This quiet embrace in the warmth of the shower was a soothing balm, a comfort that helped him file away his questions and concerns neatly in his mind to be dealt with later, one at a time, when he was more capable. Jack's touch alone could keep him sane and grounded, to a degree that was almost surreal.

He loved Jack completely, and had long since lost his ability to judge him for his wrongs. His first concern would always be for Jack, for what committing those wrongs must have done to him. If Jack bared his soul now, he would be greeted with only sorrow and care. But Ianto wasn't aware of Jack's inner turmoil; not yet. So he dug the pads of his fingers lightly into the broad muscles of Jack's back, tracing the familiar lines, scattering slow, lingering kisses along Jack's shoulder.

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Jack turned his head to press his face into Ianto's hair as Ianto trailed kisses over his shoulder, the muscles of his back twitching slightly as Ianto kneaded them gently. It'd been a while since he'd been intimate with anyone - intimate in the way he was with Ianto, at least. It'd been since the last time he and Ianto were together, after all, and after everything with Ianto, Stephen, and the 456, he hadn't really felt like moving on or finding a replacement or anything like that.

He ran his fingers through Ianto's hair gently, soothing both for him and for Ianto, but also more than that. A reassurance - yes, he was there; yes, everything was alright in that moment. Yes, he appreciated the kisses, and Ianto himself. "Ianto..." he said, softly, but that was as close as he got to starting up a conversation, as he nuzzled the side of his head gently.

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There was something in Jack's voice, but Ianto didn't think anything of it. They were both stressed, confused, afraid, and practically in shock. Of course there was something in Jack's voice. Ianto was sure there would be in his own too, if he were to speak. But he had no words that would mean anything right now. Instead, he moved his lips up Jack's neck, along Jack's jaw, leisurely. There was no rush. And finally he reached Jack's lips, kissing him gently, sweetly.

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And Jack kissed him back, equally as tenderly. He was going to appreciate this moment, because he almost hadn't gotten it. He leaned into Ianto's kiss, into his touch, his other hand running its way up and down his back, sliding on the now wet skin easily, stroking and tracing small patterns where it traveled. They were there to get cleaned off, and they would eventually, but they both needed this now too. That reassurance that despite everything they'd been through, they really were back together again. Jack's hand in Ianto's hair moved to cup the side of his face as he deepened their kiss, putting as much of himself into it as he could.

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Ianto responded readily, passion surging at Jack's eager kiss. God, when was the last time they'd done this? Days ago, for Ianto. Long before Rhys and his bloody beans had put a damper on their last chance at it before-- Ianto's thoughts skittered away from that path. And how long had it been for Jack? Longer, so much longer, and he'd been so lost and so alone when Ianto had found him in the hallway.

With a sudden desperation, Ianto needed Jack. He needed to close all remaining distance, to be as close as it was possible for two people to be. He shivered despite the heat of the shower, Jack's fingers like fire down his back.

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Jack knew Ianto enough to know exactly what that shiver meant, and he responded to it in turn, pressing the pair of them up against each other as much as he could, fitting their bodies together as best he could. After a moment or two of kissing, Jack pulled back to kiss his way down the side of Ianto's jaw, to his neck, sucking on the skin there gently. His one hand sliding from Ianto's jaw to his shoulders and the other resting on his lower back, Jack kneaded the skin and muscles there, his attention entirely focused on the other man. They could be anywhere, anything could happen around them, and he wouldn't notice anything but the warmth of Ianto's skin and the sound of his breathing.

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Ianto's breath hitched and he clung to Jack, burying his fingers in Jack's hair. Only in the back of his mind was he still aware they were in a public shower, and he didn't care. They had a shower curtain. If someone walked in, they could get an earful.

He was already achingly hard, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. Jack probably wouldn't either, but it didn't matter. There was time and stamina enough for slow and sensual later, if they pleased; this was release. He ground their hips together, craving friction, his hands seeking the swell of Jack's bottom, the firm lines of his thighs.

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Where Ianto's hands were seeking, Jack was already pressing forward to meet him, rolling his hips against Ianto's as his hands roamed across the skin of Ianto's back, his bottom, the backs of his legs. He knew that there were more efficient ways of getting Ianto off, but that wasn't what he was seeking right then.

They weren't in this for the sex at that moment, although it was happening. But Jack was just appreciating Ianto as intimately as he could, rolling his hips against Ianto's own as his mouth trailed along the lines and nooks of Ianto's throat and collarbone. His arms were firm around him as they moved together - Ianto wasn't going anywhere, and Jack had him right where he wanted him. He let out a soft noise of contentment - he was equally as aroused as Ianto, if not more so, and it had been a very long time since he'd been in the position he was there.

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Ianto made a keening noise in the back of his throat as Jack's mouth found a sensitive spot and their hips found an easy rhythm. They rocked into each other steadily, firmly, feeling the pressure build a little more, bit by bit.

"Jack..." he sighed into Jack's ear, his tone conveying love and desire where words failed him. He felt truly alive then, as if everything that came before might have been just the dream of a dead man. He'd needed this connection, this affirmation of life to truly believe this was real. That he was still real. And he hadn't known it until that moment.

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Jack didn't need telling twice here, either. Ianto was obviously enjoying himself, and he was too, and after so long with all of that guilt and regret Jack could finally feel again and by god he was going to enjoy the feeling of this.

Yes, Ianto, you are real, and you are here with me, his actions said, as he hooked his arms around Ianto, resting on the back of his thigh right where it met his bottom so that he could use the leverage and push them further together on each rock with their hips. I'm not going to let you go anywhere. I've got you back and you're here to stay. He ran his tongue along the line of Ianto's collarbone, dipping it into the crevice right above his breastbone, nipping slightly at the exposed skin of Ianto's neck as Ianto opened himself up to the contact. Responding in turn to Ianto's tone with his actions that yes, yes he loved him. He loved him quite a lot. Ianto meant the world to him and now he knew and he was not going to take this second chance for granted, not the way he had with the first.

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Ianto lost himself completely in Jack. The ship could have fallen apart around them and he wouldn't have noticed. All he knew was Jack's mouth, Jack's fingers, Jack's erection sliding against his own, their shared pleasure and their shared devotion. This was his world, and nothing else mattered.

As Jack found better leverage, so did he, cupping the curve of Jack's bottom in one hand, kneading as they moved together. His breath came in stutters, his fingernails scraping lightly against Jack's scalp. Every sensation was enhanced tenfold, his nerves firing rapidly as every singular drop of water beat teasingly against his skin. The sweet ache of it built and built in a rising crescendo until it burst.

Ianto came not with a shout, but with a hitched whimper, spilling hard between them in spurts of trembling pleasure.

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It didn't take Jack all that much longer to come himself, both from the contact but also from the feeling of Ianto shuddering against him, the sound of Ianto's hitched whimper and stuttering breath all combining to push him over the edge himself. After he was done, he stood there holding on to the other man, his own breathing coming faster than it normally would for a moment, before he bent and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then one to his lips full-on, before pulling back and smiling at him.

"...I missed you," he said again, and he meant it every bit as he did the first time, if not more. He ran a hand through Ianto's hair, smiling wider, before he turned, searching for the shampoo dispenser. "Come on, then. Let's get you clean..."

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Ianto nodded dazedly, sated and loose-limbed, feeling immensely better than he had since before the hub exploded. His breathing was slower to even out than Jack's, and his legs felt a little unsteady, but he trusted Jack not to let him fall if they gave out.

He let Jack lather shampoo through his hair, making a contented noise and indulging for a few minutes before squirting some shampoo in his own hands and returning the favor. Thorough as always, he made sure he caught every strand before pulling Jack back under the spray, letting it wash over both of them, the frothy suds running down the drain.

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Jack let the other man wash his hair, shutting his eyes against the feeling of it, relaxing into the touch, smiling as he did, opening his eyes only when he was sure that Ianto'd finished and had succeeded in washing the shampoo out of his hair. He reached for the soap next, enjoying working it over the other man's body, enjoying caressing every inch of him that he could. Not sexually - they'd covered that part already - but still very much appreciative of Ianto's physique nonetheless.

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Ianto hummed appreciatively, enjoying the attention, still basking in the afterglow. He touched Jack where he could, squeezing a shoulder gently, fingertips resting on a collarbone. It was when he ran a hand down Jack's arm that he caught sight of the tattoo again, and experienced a strange revelation. Concerned, he ran his fingers over the marking for the second time.

"How does it stay?" he asked softly. "Shouldn't your body be healing it?" If Jack wasn't healing as normal...Ianto didn't want to think about it.