Night One here

At first we’ll be like skaters
testing the thickness of ice
(with each meeting
we’ll skate nearer the centre of the lake)

I smile at him encouragingly, step forward and give his shoulder a squeeze. He looks like a rabbit in the headlights.

"My name's Ianto Jones." I say softly, "Who are you?"

Two years later

Night Two

The sky rumbles with ( Read more... )

To steal a breath, Lusting, to give a breath, Love.
Jack found Ianto stood alone behind the older man's desk, the silver flask clasped between his white, slender fingers. The breaths he drew were long and shaky, causing his whole body to shudder, and tears were ebbing silently down his face, shining eerily in the faint light.

"Ianto?"
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At first we’ll meet as friends
(Though secretly I’ll be hoping
we’ll become much more
and hoping that you’re hoping that too)

Night One

The first night I see him, I'm downing sherbet. The rainbow dust scratches my throat on the way down, and would be doing a number of other bad things to me, were I not one of those lucky hormonal whirlwinds that ( Read more... )

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