Fic- You Call It Madness Part 1
Title: You Call It Madness
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, swearing
Spoilers: General series 1 & 2 spoilers.
Summary: Jack, Ianto and Gwen go on a routine mission in North Wales.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
“Perhaps it would be better to find a different hotel,” murmured Ianto, eyeing the broken windows and missing slates off the roof.
“Yeah, it’s not exactly homey,” agreed Gwen.
“We don’t want to be noticed,” said Jack, firmly.
“Why exactly?” asked Gwen, a hint of impatience to her voice. “You’ve not told us anything about this mission at all!”
“Likes to play Man of Mystery, that’s why,” murmured Ianto, smirking a little.
Jack held up his hands. “Yes, all right. Let’s get in and out of the rain. We’re staying here for the night and there’ll be no arguments,” he said and strode forwards, his coat swishing behind him as usual.
Ianto raised his eyebrow at Gwen, then stuck his hands in his pockets and followed Jack, bracing himself against the wind. Gwen sighed heavily and trudged through the mud after them.
“North Wales,” she murmured. “Lovely. Wind, rain and mud.”
Ianto glanced back at her and grinned. “Could be worse. We could be in North England.”
Gwen giggled and caught him up. She linked his arm and they followed Jack into the building.
The lobby had a surprisingly cosy feel to it. Gwen was sure she could smell a roast dinner. She squeezed Ianto’s arm and looked up at him. His eyes glinted. He’d smelt it too.
Jack strolled right up to the reception desk. “Evening. I called this afternoon. Got two rooms reserved under Jones.”
Gwen frowned in surprise. He was using Ianto’s name.
“Common name,” whispered Ianto. “Less obvious.”
“Oh.”
“Righto,” said the man behind the desk in a thick North Welsh accent. “Two rooms. One double for the couple. One single for the single gent.”
Ianto blushed a little and Jack grinned, taking the keys from the man and signing in. “Oh, I’ve never been single,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Ianto rolled his eyes and Gwen tried not to giggle.
They didn’t have much with them. They hadn’t really had time to get much. Gwen had a change of clothes and her toothbrush in a bag and Ianto had a rucksack slung over his shoulder with his and Jack’s things in it.
Gwen’s stomach rumbled. She could definitely smell roast dinner.
“I don’t suppose there’s any food left?” she asked the man behind the desk. It was nearly ten o’clock.
“There’s room service, love,” he said cheerfully. “Nothing fancy, just good old-fashioned Welsh grub. Menus in the rooms.”
She smiled with relief. “Thank heaven for that.”
The rooms weren’t bad. Hers was very small but it was only a single. They ordered some food, which turned out to be Welsh lamb hot pot. Ianto and Gwen tucked in eagerly whilst Jack kept insisting Ianto identify various bits of vegetables.
After they’d eaten, both Gwen and Ianto wanted to go to bed but Jack decided they needed a conference.
“Well, you wanted to know what the mission was. This is the time,” he said firmly, whilst they groaned.
Gwen settled herself in the big armchair and Ianto took off his shoes, jacket and tie and sat on the bed. Jack paced.
“Do either of you know about the Welsh myths associated with Cader Idris?”
“Isn’t it supposed to be Arthur’s Seat or something like that?” Gwen said.
Ianto shook his head. “No. That’s a modern mistranslation.” He gazed at the floor and Gwen could see him searching his memory. “It translates as the Giant’s Seat. It was supposed to be the home of the giant Idris Gawr. He was an astronomer, a poet and a philosopher. He dealt out death, madness or poetic inspiration to whoever spent a night on the summit of Cadair Idris.”
Jack beamed. “Excellent. Gold star for Ianto.”
Ianto blushed and smiled a little.
“So…what does that have to do with why we’re here?” asked Gwen.
“Well Idris isn’t just a legend. He’s real and we’re going to see him.”
There was silence. A long silence. Gwen chewed her hair and Ianto frowned as his mind processed this.
“That’s imposs…” Gwen started to say, then stopped herself. Nothing was impossible. Torchwood had taught her that.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “So we’re going to meet an ancient Welsh giant?”
Jack smiled. “Well, technically, he isn’t Welsh. He’s an alien.”
“There’s an alien living on Cader Idris?” Gwen asked, noticing how Ianto hadn’t moved or spoken yet.
Jack looked at her. “Is it any stranger than aliens living in Cardiff sewers?”
“I suppose not but…”
“Is it all true?” whispered Ianto.
Jack looked at Ianto and Gwen could feel sudden tenderness in his manner. “Is what all true?” he asked softly.
Ianto’s frown deepened. “Is it true that he deals out death, madness or poetic inspiration to those who spend a night on the summit?”
“I don’t know, Ianto. Maybe.” He reached out and touched Ianto’s shoulder. “You all right?”
Ianto blinked several times, then nodded. “Yes.” He seemed to shake himself out of his reverie and glanced up at Jack.
“So, what now? We’re going to meet him? And do what?” It was his ‘work’ voice.
Jack took a deep breath, leaving his hand on Ianto’s shoulder. “Well, we’re checking up on him basically. Make sure he’s behaving himself.”
“Have you met him before?” asked Gwen.
“Yeah. A while ago. Before I took charge of Torchwood. My boss was with me and he spoke Welsh. That’s the thing see. That’s why I needed you two. Idris likes Welsh. He’s decided he is Welsh. He won’t speak anything but Welsh, though he can speak English. He won’t even speak his own language! Though I don’t know that either so that wouldn’t help. Erm…”
“Jack, you’re babbling,” interrupted Ianto, with a small smile.
Jack grinned. “Yeah. Sorry.” He let go of Ianto’s shoulder, rummaged in the pocket of his coat, which was hanging on the back of the door, and withdrew a folded up piece of paper. “Right. Itinerary.”
He sat down on the bed and began to drone on. Yes, they were climbing the mountain. Yes, they were talking to the giant. Yes, they would take lots of scans.
Gwen began to get sleepy, as Jack droned on. She’s already had a long day at work, followed by a long drive up here. Now she just wanted to have a nice shower and slip into her bed and sleep, before she had to climb a mountain in the morning.
She glanced up. Jack was still talking. Ianto looked exhausted. He’d put his head down on Jack’s lap and had his eyes closed.
“Jack,” Gwen said, interrupting him mid-flow.
Jack looked up from his paper. “Yeah, Gwen?”
“Ianto’s nearly asleep. I’m exhausted. Is there anything else we really need to know other than we’re climbing a mountain tomorrow?”
Jack frowned. “I guess not,” he said. He stretched. “All right. Off to bed. Up at seven tomorrow. We’ll get breakfast, then head on up there.”
Gwen struggled to her feet. “Sounds like a plan.” She touched Ianto’s shoulder gently. “Put him to bed.”
Jack smiled. It was mostly tender but there was the typical Jack glint in his eye. “Oh, I will.”
Gwen rolled her eyes and quietly sneaked out.
She let herself into her own room, locked the door behind her and sighed deeply. It was just coming up to midnight. Just time for a shower and then she could slip into bed and sleep.
She stripped off and made her way into the small but deliciously warm shower.
* * *
Jack put his hand on Ianto’s shoulder. “Ianto? You awake?”
“Uh huh.”
“Bedtime? Or…”
Ianto sat up and blinked blearily at Jack. He found his hand and held it tight. “Want you,” he murmured.
“I’m here.”
Ianto shook his head. “Want you to fuck me.”
“Oh. Aren’t you too tired?”
Ianto shook his head and pressed into Jack. “Never too tired.”
“I’ll remind you of that Monday nights when you usually say I’ve got unrealistic expectations of a person’s energy at the beginning of the week.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Ianto and launched himself at Jack, immediately kissing him so hard and passionately, that he knocked him backwards onto the bed and they ended up in a heap.
* * *
Gwen stepped out of the shower, feeling cool and refreshed. She dried her hair, then slipped into bed, sighing happily as she felt the cool sheets against her naked skin. She closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.
“Oh, god, Jack!”
Gwen’s eyes flew open. She could hear…Ianto through the walls. Jack’s grunt rumbled through to her. Oh, god. They were…She giggled, remembering the time she’d caught them in the hot house. God, did they ever stop?
She pulled the blankets over her head and tried not to listen.
* * *
Ianto’s eyes were closed. Jack’s hands were on him, touching, stroking, caressing. He moaned softly.
“Oh, god, Jack!”
Jack let out a noise halfway between a moan and a grunt as he kissed his way up Ianto’s chest and eventually to his mouth.
They’d stripped each other quickly, pressed each other to the bed and just snogged. But that wasn’t enough. They needed more.
Ianto grasped Jack firmly by his head and held him close, snogging him deeply.
“Steady,” Jack murmured, pressing his whole body against Ianto. He pulled back a little to suck on Ianto’s neck.
“You really want me to fuck you?” he murmured against Ianto’s skin.
Ianto jerked upwards, the soft wet touch of Jack’s tongue driving him mad. “Yeah. Oh, fuck, god yeah!” He was aware he was moaning rather loudly but he didn’t give a damn.
Jack chuckled. “Careful. Gwen’s next door. She might hear.”
“Don’t care,” panted Ianto, pushing his cock up against Jack’s thigh. “Oh, come on! Please!”
* * *
“Please! Yeah, Jack!”
Gwen giggled her head off. She’d never expected Ianto to be so…vocal. She couldn’t hear Jack really but Ianto was moaning and gasping and pleading for more. Jack must be damn good.
She wondered how they felt about each other. Neither was particularly easy to read. She thought that maybe Ianto loved Jack. Or maybe he just loved how he made him feel. Ianto was happy with Jack. Gwen could see that so clearly. It made her smile the way his eyes lit up when Jack focused on him. And Jack was protective of Ianto. He looked after him. He adored him. Gwen could see that too. Maybe they did love each other.
Her head poked out from underneath the duvet. She could hear panting, soft murmuring and the occasional whimper. She tried not to listen. She did.
But she began to squirm as her ears picked up every single sound of pleasure Ianto made.
She wondered what they were doing exactly. She tried not to think about it. But she was thinking about it. She was imagining them, pressed together in the darkness, hot and sweaty and throbbing with need.
She closed her eyes, imagining them. She was aware of her hand moving down and resting on her stomach. She listened to the gasps and moans and wondered if they were going to fuck, right there against that shared wall.
* * *
Ianto’s legs were spread wide. One of Jack’s legs was in between Ianto’s legs, keeping him spread. Jack grinned down at him as he flicked the cap back on the bottle of lube.
“You ready?”
“Yeah! Yeah!” Ianto gasped. He rubbed against Jack’s thigh, desperately needing friction.
Jack didn’t object but he tutted warningly at Ianto. “Make sure you don’t come doing that.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” Ianto gasped. He pulled at Jack’s wrist. “C’mon!”
Jack chuckled and lowered his hand to Ianto’s hot hole.
Ianto moaned softly. “Ah, yeah, Jack!” he panted as Jack’s fingers slowly slid inside him.
He pushed up harder into Jack and rubbed his cock rhythmically against his thigh. He could feel himself leaking. The warmth and firmness of Jack’s thigh was too good.
He let out a gasp, feeling like he could just come right then. Suddenly, Jack pulled away.
“Oi,” he said.
“Oh!” Ianto complained, arching up and trying to rub against Jack’s thigh again.
Jack used his free hand to give Ianto’s thigh a sharp slap. “Oi. Behave yourself,” he ordered, then grinned. “I’ll be inside you soon enough.”
Ianto flushed, feeling himself trembling with need.
“Now,” he gasped.
* * *
“Need you inside me now!” Ianto’s voice was husky with need. Gwen swallowed as she listened to the way he panted and groaned the words.
Oh, god, she thought. Jack’s going to fuck Ianto. And she was going to listen.
Her hand moved slowly down to her hip, stroking her own smooth, white skin.
She let out a little gasp of pleasure and she could hear Jack murmuring to Ianto. He could be preparing him, getting him ready to feel Jack’s cock inside him.
Her eyes were still closed and she listened to their noises as they enjoyed each other. Her hand moved in between her legs and she began to enjoy herself right along with them.
* * *
“Hurry up!” Ianto hissed as he felt Jack’s cock just edging at his hole.
Jack shook his head. “No. I’m going slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”
Ianto threw back his head in frustration. “Fuck, we’ve been doing this for well over a year. You’re not gonna hurt me.”
Jack grinned. “Maybe I just want to drive you mad then?”
Ianto tensed. “Don’t say things like that.”
Jack frowned. “Sorry. What’s up?”
Ianto shook his head. “Nothing.” He pulled at Jack’s hips. “Come on, Jack. I want you to fuck me.”
Jack leaned down and kissed Ianto tenderly on the lips. “Put your arms around my neck and hold onto me,” he whispered.
Ianto smiled softly and did as he was told.
Jack kept one hand on Ianto’s waist and slowly guided his cock inside Ianto. Ianto held on tight to Jack and keened softly as Jack slid inside him.
Then Jack began to move.
* * *
The bed began to squeak. Gwen could hear it through the wall. She could hear Ianto’s gasps of pleasure. She could hear Jack’s low grunts. She could hear the steady rhythm of the squeaking bed beneath their movements. She could hear her own shallow breathing.
“Jack, Jack!” Ianto gasped.
She could hear him moving with Jack. She could picture it. Ianto on his back, legs spread with Jack buried deep inside him.
What would their faces look like? Would Jack be holding Ianto close like Rhys held her?
Her fingers moved slowly over herself and she listened to her gasps mingling with theirs.
She pushed her head back against the wall and she could feel their movements. The bed rocked against the wall and Ianto’s moans were getting louder.
She pushed up into her own hand, the bed sheets rustling beneath her as she moved. She kept her eyes closed and imagined them, imagined Jack thrusting deep inside Ianto, imagined Ianto pushing up into Jack.
“Ah, Ianto,” Jack gasped.
* * *
“Ianto, so tight,” Jack gasped. He thrust hard and deep and buried his face in Ianto’s hot, sweet smelling neck.
Ianto grinned. “Don’t slow down now,” he whispered. He turned Jack’s face to look into his eyes. “Want you to make me come.”
Jack lifted his head and grinned at Ianto, rolling his hips into him, watching the way Ianto gasped as Jack’s cock pushed right into that sweet spot inside him.
Ianto’s eyes drifted shut. “Yeah, yeah,” he gasped.
Jack thrust as hard as he could, before he began to speed up again. “I’m gonna make you come, my boy,” he hissed.
* * *
“I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
Gwen groaned aloud. She couldn’t help it. Jack’s words vibrated through the wall and straight to her. She could almost feel Ianto trembling with need at those words. She could hear them both grunting, both gasping each other’s names in pleasure.
The bed squeaked even harder, faster and so did her own as she moved, trying to match their pleasure with her own.
“Jack!” Ianto cried.
“Ianto!” Jack cried.
“Boys!” Gwen cried.
Both beds rocked and both rooms echoed with their gasps of pleasure as all three came together.
* * *
Ianto grinned lazily at Jack as Jack collapsed on top of him, limbs entangled and bodies sweaty.
“Did you hear that too?”
Jack grinned at him. “Oh, yeah. Think our neighbour enjoyed herself?”
Ianto grinned wider. “Certainly sounded like it!”
Jack let out a sigh and wrapped his arms tight around Ianto. It felt good to still be buried inside him.
He pressed a soft kiss to Ianto’s lips. “My beautiful boy,” he murmured.
“Your sticky boy,” said Ianto, grinning. “Shower?”
“Uh huh. Then bed. But I’m not letting you put any clothes on. Got it?”
Ianto giggled. “Got it.”
* * *
Gwen smiled and sighed contently as she listened to their soft murmurings. She couldn’t hear the words anymore but she could hear the tender tone with which they spoke to each other. It made her feel all happy and fluttery inside. She knew she’d been wrong all those months ago.
Those two weren’t cold and lonely. They kept each other warm.
Part 2 here