Fic: The Sea After a Storm (48/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 48
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, just didn't feel like changing the rating
Spoilers: Season Two thru Meat (2x04)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Catherine Tregenna for situations and dialogue borrowed from Meat. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which Jack startles the team with his order to save the unfortunate space creature...
Notes: You can find all the previous chapters to The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta, wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Forty-Eight
Previously on The Sea After a Storm, Rhys was formally introduced to the Torchwood team...
Ianto entered the armoury and grabbed the log book, setting it on the counter. While his hands were busy gathering side arms and updating the log, his mind was replaying the team meeting that had wrapped up a few minutes before. He could sympathise with Gwen's reluctance to have her fiancé involved in the case and he could completely understand Tosh and Owen's hesitation at allowing Rhys to work with the team because he had similar misgivings himself. He could even understand Rhys and his desire to help, to prove himself to Gwen. What he couldn't grasp was Jack's insistence on rescuing the poor creature those bastards were carving up for profit instead of putting it out of its misery.
Jack's pronouncement - "We're gonna save it." - made no practical sense. They didn't have any idea what sort of creature they were dealing with beyond a few scans and a vague physical description from Rhys. They didn't have the facilities to house anything that large, they didn't know how badly it was hurt, and they certainly didn't have the first clue how to send it home through the rift.
Ianto sighed as he finished filling one spare clip and moved on to the next. He wanted to write off Jack's determination to save the ill-fated space manatee creature as "one of those strange things Jack does" but it wasn't sitting right with him. He had a bad feeling there was a specific reason for Jack's obstinance and an even stronger feeling that the reason was going to bite them all in the arse before this was over. Having to watch Jack and Rhys at loggerheads was just the icing on the cake.
Shaking his head, Ianto told himself firmly to get a grip and stop worrying about Jack. He grabbed Owen's larger calibre Ruger and slammed the clip home. A grin teased at the corners of his mouth as he remembered a scene from Sudden Impact he'd seen on the telly a few nights before. He raised the gun and aimed at one of the shelves in the armoury.
"Go ahead...," he ground out, trying his best to sound like Clint Eastwood. "Make my day."
"Ahem."
Ianto froze. That was the unmistakable sound of Jack clearing his throat behind him. He dropped the gun in the lockbox as he turned to face his Captain, completely mortified. He rested his elbow on the box, trying to look casual, his mind racing for something, anything to say.
"Rhys!" he said hitting on a topic that made a modicum of sense. "Should we, uh, arm him?" he asked.
"Hell, no," Jack replied. "He's hot headed enough."
Ianto nodded slightly. "Like stags butting antlers," he observed. "I half expected you to get out the measuring tape."
Jack grinned and laughed, crossing the distance between them in a few steps. He grabbed Ianto's hand and held it against his cock. "Who do you reckon would win?" he asked provocatively.
Ianto froze yet again, feeling Jack's cock begin to harden and lengthen under his hand. A hundred responses filled his mind, everything from a sardonic quip to simply dropping to his knees and sucking Jack off right there in the armoury, but then he caught sight of Gwen out of the corner of his eye. He snatched his hand away as if it had been burned, making Jack laugh again. Ianto turned back to the lockbox, gripping the sides to keep himself from following Jack as his lover jogged over to his office. Ianto let out the breath he'd been holding once he had control over himself again. He allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips.
There was no doubt in his mind who would win.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Ianto finished in the armoury a few minutes later, nodding a goodnight to Owen as they crossed paths in the Hub. He glanced up to see Tosh watching Owen from the hothouse with a sad look on her face. Ianto frowned and started towards Jack's office, pausing for a second when he saw Gwen and Rhys talking quietly on the sofa. He changed direction, using the back entrance instead so he wouldn't disturb them.
Jack was staring out at the Hub when Ianto came up the short flight of stairs, but as Ianto approached him, he jerked his head away from the window and dropped the book he was holding on the nearest surface. When he caught sight of Ianto, he jumped as if he'd been caught out.
"Ianto! Hi, didn't, uh, hear you come in. Weapons all sorted?" he asked too brightly.
Ianto narrowed his eyes and stepped around Jack, trying to see what Jack had been watching as he replied in mild tones. "Yes, standard issue plus stun guns for everyone except you unless you've changed your mind about them." The only movement he could see from the window was Gwen and Rhys snogging like teenagers on the sofa. The idea that Jack was bothered by Gwen kissing her fiancé bothered Ianto more than he would have liked.
"They're too bulky for my holster," Jack said with a pout that was so put on it made Ianto laugh despite his irritation.
He stepped close to Jack and caught that pouty lower lip between his teeth and gave it a little nip. He soothed the sting with a lingering kiss, hoping to erase the vision of Gwen and Rhys from his lover's mind. Jack slid his arms around Ianto's back and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a soft sigh. When they finally broke for some much needed oxygen, Jack sighed again, a completely different sound this time.
"That was the best part of my day," he whispered against Ianto's mouth. "I already hate this case and nothing's really happened yet."
Ianto nodded, still holding Jack tight. "It does seem to be yet another shining example of man's inhumanity, et cetera," he agreed, pressing a soft kiss to Jack's lips. He personally thought that Rhys was a bigger issue for Jack at the moment, but decided not to bring him up again. "Do you need to stay in the Hub tonight?"
"Probably best," Jack said, returning the kiss with one of his own.
"Do you want to be alone?" Ianto asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Jack and spend the night tossing and turning and worrying about his Captain, but if that's what Jack needed, that's what Ianto would do.
Jack paused for a long moment, resting his forehead against Ianto's. "No," he finally said and brushed his lips over a freckle on the bridge of Ianto's nose. "I should say yes since have a feeling I'll be horrible company, but... no... stay with me?" he asked quietly.
"Of course."
Jack smiled though his eyes were still sad. "You're too good to me," he said, stepping away from Ianto and squaring his shoulders, visibly trying to shake off his melancholy.
"And don't you forget it," Ianto replied saucily.
Jack turned and grinned at him. "You gonna go all Dirty Harry on me if I do?" He leant back on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest.
Ianto grinned back even as his cheeks heated with embarrassment over his silly moment in the armoury, happily noting that the smile met Jack's eyes again. "If you forget? Hmm..." he hummed, walking slowly over to Jack. "I don't know about Dirty Harry, but there could definitely be some 'dirty' involved."
Jack chuckled and reached out to rest his hands on Ianto's hips when he was close enough. "I like the sound of that," he murmured.
"I thought you might." Ianto slipped his hand between Jack's legs and cupped his cock. "There might even be a need for the measuring tape."
With an eager moan, Jack tugged Ianto to him, trapping his hand between them. "I do like the way you think, Ianto Jones," he said roughly before taking Ianto's mouth in a hard kiss.
Ianto smiled against his lover's lips and buried his free hand in Jack's dark hair, confident that he'd banished all thoughts of Gwen, Rhys, and the ill-fated space whale from Jack's mind for the moment at least.
TBC in Chapter Forty-Nine
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Rating: R
Warnings: None really, just didn't feel like changing the rating
Spoilers: Season Two thru Meat (2x04)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Catherine Tregenna for situations and dialogue borrowed from Meat. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which Jack startles the team with his order to save the unfortunate space creature...
Notes: You can find all the previous chapters to The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta, wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Forty-Eight
Previously on The Sea After a Storm, Rhys was formally introduced to the Torchwood team...
Ianto entered the armoury and grabbed the log book, setting it on the counter. While his hands were busy gathering side arms and updating the log, his mind was replaying the team meeting that had wrapped up a few minutes before. He could sympathise with Gwen's reluctance to have her fiancé involved in the case and he could completely understand Tosh and Owen's hesitation at allowing Rhys to work with the team because he had similar misgivings himself. He could even understand Rhys and his desire to help, to prove himself to Gwen. What he couldn't grasp was Jack's insistence on rescuing the poor creature those bastards were carving up for profit instead of putting it out of its misery.
Jack's pronouncement - "We're gonna save it." - made no practical sense. They didn't have any idea what sort of creature they were dealing with beyond a few scans and a vague physical description from Rhys. They didn't have the facilities to house anything that large, they didn't know how badly it was hurt, and they certainly didn't have the first clue how to send it home through the rift.
Ianto sighed as he finished filling one spare clip and moved on to the next. He wanted to write off Jack's determination to save the ill-fated space manatee creature as "one of those strange things Jack does" but it wasn't sitting right with him. He had a bad feeling there was a specific reason for Jack's obstinance and an even stronger feeling that the reason was going to bite them all in the arse before this was over. Having to watch Jack and Rhys at loggerheads was just the icing on the cake.
Shaking his head, Ianto told himself firmly to get a grip and stop worrying about Jack. He grabbed Owen's larger calibre Ruger and slammed the clip home. A grin teased at the corners of his mouth as he remembered a scene from Sudden Impact he'd seen on the telly a few nights before. He raised the gun and aimed at one of the shelves in the armoury.
"Go ahead...," he ground out, trying his best to sound like Clint Eastwood. "Make my day."
"Ahem."
Ianto froze. That was the unmistakable sound of Jack clearing his throat behind him. He dropped the gun in the lockbox as he turned to face his Captain, completely mortified. He rested his elbow on the box, trying to look casual, his mind racing for something, anything to say.
"Rhys!" he said hitting on a topic that made a modicum of sense. "Should we, uh, arm him?" he asked.
"Hell, no," Jack replied. "He's hot headed enough."
Ianto nodded slightly. "Like stags butting antlers," he observed. "I half expected you to get out the measuring tape."
Jack grinned and laughed, crossing the distance between them in a few steps. He grabbed Ianto's hand and held it against his cock. "Who do you reckon would win?" he asked provocatively.
Ianto froze yet again, feeling Jack's cock begin to harden and lengthen under his hand. A hundred responses filled his mind, everything from a sardonic quip to simply dropping to his knees and sucking Jack off right there in the armoury, but then he caught sight of Gwen out of the corner of his eye. He snatched his hand away as if it had been burned, making Jack laugh again. Ianto turned back to the lockbox, gripping the sides to keep himself from following Jack as his lover jogged over to his office. Ianto let out the breath he'd been holding once he had control over himself again. He allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips.
There was no doubt in his mind who would win.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Ianto finished in the armoury a few minutes later, nodding a goodnight to Owen as they crossed paths in the Hub. He glanced up to see Tosh watching Owen from the hothouse with a sad look on her face. Ianto frowned and started towards Jack's office, pausing for a second when he saw Gwen and Rhys talking quietly on the sofa. He changed direction, using the back entrance instead so he wouldn't disturb them.
Jack was staring out at the Hub when Ianto came up the short flight of stairs, but as Ianto approached him, he jerked his head away from the window and dropped the book he was holding on the nearest surface. When he caught sight of Ianto, he jumped as if he'd been caught out.
"Ianto! Hi, didn't, uh, hear you come in. Weapons all sorted?" he asked too brightly.
Ianto narrowed his eyes and stepped around Jack, trying to see what Jack had been watching as he replied in mild tones. "Yes, standard issue plus stun guns for everyone except you unless you've changed your mind about them." The only movement he could see from the window was Gwen and Rhys snogging like teenagers on the sofa. The idea that Jack was bothered by Gwen kissing her fiancé bothered Ianto more than he would have liked.
"They're too bulky for my holster," Jack said with a pout that was so put on it made Ianto laugh despite his irritation.
He stepped close to Jack and caught that pouty lower lip between his teeth and gave it a little nip. He soothed the sting with a lingering kiss, hoping to erase the vision of Gwen and Rhys from his lover's mind. Jack slid his arms around Ianto's back and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a soft sigh. When they finally broke for some much needed oxygen, Jack sighed again, a completely different sound this time.
"That was the best part of my day," he whispered against Ianto's mouth. "I already hate this case and nothing's really happened yet."
Ianto nodded, still holding Jack tight. "It does seem to be yet another shining example of man's inhumanity, et cetera," he agreed, pressing a soft kiss to Jack's lips. He personally thought that Rhys was a bigger issue for Jack at the moment, but decided not to bring him up again. "Do you need to stay in the Hub tonight?"
"Probably best," Jack said, returning the kiss with one of his own.
"Do you want to be alone?" Ianto asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Jack and spend the night tossing and turning and worrying about his Captain, but if that's what Jack needed, that's what Ianto would do.
Jack paused for a long moment, resting his forehead against Ianto's. "No," he finally said and brushed his lips over a freckle on the bridge of Ianto's nose. "I should say yes since have a feeling I'll be horrible company, but... no... stay with me?" he asked quietly.
"Of course."
Jack smiled though his eyes were still sad. "You're too good to me," he said, stepping away from Ianto and squaring his shoulders, visibly trying to shake off his melancholy.
"And don't you forget it," Ianto replied saucily.
Jack turned and grinned at him. "You gonna go all Dirty Harry on me if I do?" He leant back on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest.
Ianto grinned back even as his cheeks heated with embarrassment over his silly moment in the armoury, happily noting that the smile met Jack's eyes again. "If you forget? Hmm..." he hummed, walking slowly over to Jack. "I don't know about Dirty Harry, but there could definitely be some 'dirty' involved."
Jack chuckled and reached out to rest his hands on Ianto's hips when he was close enough. "I like the sound of that," he murmured.
"I thought you might." Ianto slipped his hand between Jack's legs and cupped his cock. "There might even be a need for the measuring tape."
With an eager moan, Jack tugged Ianto to him, trapping his hand between them. "I do like the way you think, Ianto Jones," he said roughly before taking Ianto's mouth in a hard kiss.
Ianto smiled against his lover's lips and buried his free hand in Jack's dark hair, confident that he'd banished all thoughts of Gwen, Rhys, and the ill-fated space whale from Jack's mind for the moment at least.
TBC in Chapter Forty-Nine
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