Fic- Make Love
Title: Make Love
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Teen- implied adult situation
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Jack and Ianto in the darkness.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is a special something because it’s my 300th fic! Comments please!
Darkness surrounds them, cradling them in its warm, familiar embrace. Jack likes the dark. He is secure in the dark. And here it is only him and Ianto, holding each other close, moving against one another.
Ianto breathes hotly on Jack’s neck as he kisses him. Jack holds tightly onto Ianto’s hips, delighting in the feeling of Ianto rocking against him. This is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.
He pulls Ianto tighter against him, brushing their bodies together. Ianto moans softly, clinging on tight to Jack.
Jack can just see Ianto’s face in the dark. His blue eyes are bright and Jack cannot help gazing at them. Ianto’s eyes are the most beautiful Jack has ever seen. He loves to watch them, to see all the emotion showing only in Ianto’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack whispers, smiling as he watches the flush spread across Ianto’s face.
“Flatterer,” Ianto murmurs.
Jack kisses a path along Ianto’s jaw. “I only speak the truth.”
Ianto laughs softly and pulls Jack right up against him. He bits his lip, nervousness shining in his eyes. Jack gets the sense, like he does often, that Ianto wants to say something important, something he doesn't quite dare to say.
Jack strokes his arm, his back, his cheek, wishing he would say it, wishing they could both say it. But he knows neither of them will.
Ianto turns his head away, closing his eyes and breathing steadily. Jack wants to do it, longs to break the silence with those three words, those forbidden words. But he won’t. He can’t. He’s afraid to. It’s the only thing he is afraid of.
Ianto’s frightened too. Jack knows this. He can feel it. He tries to reassure him with every soft touch, kiss and shared look. Jack doesn’t know if Ianto knows how he feels, if he can understand what Jack tries to show him.
“Jack,” Ianto breathes, holding onto him tight.
“I’ve got you,” Jack whispers. “My Ianto, I’ve got you.”
Ianto smiles and his eyes shine in the darkness as he gazes at Jack.
Jack smiles back at him and he thinks they understand each other.
Ianto strokes Jack’s cheek, gazes at him like he’s the only thing in the world. Jack holds Ianto tight, wanting to keep him safe, wanting to hold onto him forever.
Jack knows nothing is forever, except him. He’s lost before, he’s lost so much. But maybe he can make it feel like forever. Maybe he can give Ianto happiness whilst they’re together. Maybe he can hold onto these memories until the end of time.
Ianto turns his head onto Jack’s shoulder and breathes in his scent. “Take me home, Jack,” he whispers. “I want to make love with you.”
Jack kisses Ianto softly. “Whenever I’m with you, we make love,” he says and he feels Ianto’s soft intake of breath.
“We do?” Ianto asks.
Jack cups the back of Ianto’s head and gazes into those emotion-filled eyes. “Every moment. When I look into your eyes, when I kiss you, when I hold you close to me, it’s making love.”
Ianto smiles and Jack can see the happiness in his eyes. “Then kiss me, Jack, hold me, love me.”
Jack smiles and kisses him. “I will.” He finds Ianto’s hand and squeezes it. “I do.”