[Fic] Torchwood fandom, for torchwood_love
Written for this request by torchwood_love.
Fandom: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Warnings: PG-13 (highly suggestive), m/m
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Reaching Out
"Ianto, come have a drink with me." The Captain had dismissed everyone several minutes ago, but Ianto had stayed behind just to tidy things briefly before leaving. In spite of Jack's usual flirting, his invitation was a surprise.
"Sir?" Ianto looked up to see his boss leaning in his office doorway.
Jack waved to him in a gesture of impatient invitation. "Come on. Put that down and come up here."
Mystified and a little curious, Ianto set aside the trash bag he'd been holding and went upstairs where Jack was pouring two glasses of whiskey. Ianto hovered in the doorway until Jack held one of the glasses out to him. Ianto moved forward enough to accept the glass, but he didn't drink.
"No need to be shy. Come drink with me." Jack took a healthy drink from his own glass, but Ianto still hesitated.
"What's the occasion, sir?"
"You can stop with the 'sir', for starters." Jack smiled at him, oozing charm. Ianto took a sip to avoid answering. He lowered his eyes to gaze on the whiskey; it was very smooth. "The occasion is… me not wanting to be alone, wanting to spend some time with you."
"Me, sir?"
Jack looked serious again. "You were right. I never asked about you, your personal life. I don't have much of one myself, so it didn't really occur to me to ask about anyone else's. I'd like to change that."
Ianto didn't know how to take that. He didn't doubt Jack's intentions, but wondered if he was going to be Jack's lab rat for deciding how to communicate with the rest of the team. He felt very awkward. How could you have a personal conversation with a man who never shared his past? He took another drink.
"Come on, let's go sit down." A clink of glass-on-glass made Ianto look up again. Jack had his glass and the bottle in one hand and he took hold of Ianto's hand with the other, leading him deeper into Jack's space where all those plants were. They sat on a black leather couch and Ianto pulled his hand back. Jack's presence made him feel small and he didn't give Ianto much personal space, either. Then Jack refilled their glasses. "Talk to me, Ianto."
"About what, sir?"
"Jack." He pointed to himself and smiled again. Ianto smiled back a little because Jack's smiles could be contagious, especially when he focused them on one person. "It's okay to use my name. It's just us and you can talk about whatever you want to: family, hobbies, love life…"
Ianto snorted. "You already know details of my family. It's all in my file. I don't have hobbies anymore and Lisa…" Ianto swallowed hard, choking back all the conflicting feelings over her death. Past his memories, he saw the glass in his hand and downed some more whiskey.
"Loneliness. It's a funny thing." Jack sat back on the couch, spreading his long arms out over the back and Ianto felt comforted, as if protected by Isis' wings.
"In what way, si- Jack?" Ianto turned a little to watch his boss' face.
Jack flashed him another smile, but it didn't last long. "No one wants to be alone, Ianto. We all seek companionship, search for someone to be with, and I wonder why."
"It's a basic fact of the genetic drive to propagate the species."
"No, I don't believe that. Not entirely. It doesn't explain relationships between two creatures that can't breed new life- whether it's aliens, or two people of the same species who cannot have children together." Jack looked at him in a very focused way and once again, Ianto wasn't sure how to respond. If he'd seen that look at a club, he'd know what to do, but this was Jack.
"Anomalies. After Lisa's … conversion, obviously we couldn't… weren't… "
The leather creaked and Jack's hand felt very warm on his thigh. "It's been a long time, then, hasn't it?"
Ianto nodded and closed his eyes. He couldn't miss what Jack was offering, and wasn't that better than reliving the pain of something- of love- you couldn't have? He leaned toward Jack, accepting the immediate comfort of his arms. When he tried to remember the last time someone had held him like this, he couldn't, so he clung to this reality because it felt good.
Jack took the glass from his hand and set it aside, letting Ianto have the option to hold him in return. "It's so hard to lose someone… It hurts, but we all have to move on. I don't want to see you hurting, Ianto."
Guessing he needed it as much as Ianto did, Ianto turned to wrap his arms around Jack. If anyone knew about losing loved ones, it would be him. There must be an incredible amount of loss tied up in living forever. "Do you ever build up a resistance to it? Tell yourself 'not again'?"
"We can all lie to ourselves, but it never works. The right person comes along and it starts all over."
Ianto turned his head to look at Jack's face. For just a second, Jack gazed into the past, and then his blue eyes zeroed in on Ianto. There was a sense of understanding between them; they both recognized it in each other. Jack moved his left hand to Ianto's neck, his thumb gently mirroring the line of Ianto's jawbone. Ianto shifted to lessen the distance between their mouths and hasten their kiss. Once he was being kissed, though, he wanted to prolong it as much as possible. He also wanted to feel Jack all over his body. As if sharing the same thought, they began pulling at each other's clothes.
Ianto decided if Jack could reach out again, then so could he.
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Fandom: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Warnings: PG-13 (highly suggestive), m/m
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Reaching Out
"Ianto, come have a drink with me." The Captain had dismissed everyone several minutes ago, but Ianto had stayed behind just to tidy things briefly before leaving. In spite of Jack's usual flirting, his invitation was a surprise.
"Sir?" Ianto looked up to see his boss leaning in his office doorway.
Jack waved to him in a gesture of impatient invitation. "Come on. Put that down and come up here."
Mystified and a little curious, Ianto set aside the trash bag he'd been holding and went upstairs where Jack was pouring two glasses of whiskey. Ianto hovered in the doorway until Jack held one of the glasses out to him. Ianto moved forward enough to accept the glass, but he didn't drink.
"No need to be shy. Come drink with me." Jack took a healthy drink from his own glass, but Ianto still hesitated.
"What's the occasion, sir?"
"You can stop with the 'sir', for starters." Jack smiled at him, oozing charm. Ianto took a sip to avoid answering. He lowered his eyes to gaze on the whiskey; it was very smooth. "The occasion is… me not wanting to be alone, wanting to spend some time with you."
"Me, sir?"
Jack looked serious again. "You were right. I never asked about you, your personal life. I don't have much of one myself, so it didn't really occur to me to ask about anyone else's. I'd like to change that."
Ianto didn't know how to take that. He didn't doubt Jack's intentions, but wondered if he was going to be Jack's lab rat for deciding how to communicate with the rest of the team. He felt very awkward. How could you have a personal conversation with a man who never shared his past? He took another drink.
"Come on, let's go sit down." A clink of glass-on-glass made Ianto look up again. Jack had his glass and the bottle in one hand and he took hold of Ianto's hand with the other, leading him deeper into Jack's space where all those plants were. They sat on a black leather couch and Ianto pulled his hand back. Jack's presence made him feel small and he didn't give Ianto much personal space, either. Then Jack refilled their glasses. "Talk to me, Ianto."
"About what, sir?"
"Jack." He pointed to himself and smiled again. Ianto smiled back a little because Jack's smiles could be contagious, especially when he focused them on one person. "It's okay to use my name. It's just us and you can talk about whatever you want to: family, hobbies, love life…"
Ianto snorted. "You already know details of my family. It's all in my file. I don't have hobbies anymore and Lisa…" Ianto swallowed hard, choking back all the conflicting feelings over her death. Past his memories, he saw the glass in his hand and downed some more whiskey.
"Loneliness. It's a funny thing." Jack sat back on the couch, spreading his long arms out over the back and Ianto felt comforted, as if protected by Isis' wings.
"In what way, si- Jack?" Ianto turned a little to watch his boss' face.
Jack flashed him another smile, but it didn't last long. "No one wants to be alone, Ianto. We all seek companionship, search for someone to be with, and I wonder why."
"It's a basic fact of the genetic drive to propagate the species."
"No, I don't believe that. Not entirely. It doesn't explain relationships between two creatures that can't breed new life- whether it's aliens, or two people of the same species who cannot have children together." Jack looked at him in a very focused way and once again, Ianto wasn't sure how to respond. If he'd seen that look at a club, he'd know what to do, but this was Jack.
"Anomalies. After Lisa's … conversion, obviously we couldn't… weren't… "
The leather creaked and Jack's hand felt very warm on his thigh. "It's been a long time, then, hasn't it?"
Ianto nodded and closed his eyes. He couldn't miss what Jack was offering, and wasn't that better than reliving the pain of something- of love- you couldn't have? He leaned toward Jack, accepting the immediate comfort of his arms. When he tried to remember the last time someone had held him like this, he couldn't, so he clung to this reality because it felt good.
Jack took the glass from his hand and set it aside, letting Ianto have the option to hold him in return. "It's so hard to lose someone… It hurts, but we all have to move on. I don't want to see you hurting, Ianto."
Guessing he needed it as much as Ianto did, Ianto turned to wrap his arms around Jack. If anyone knew about losing loved ones, it would be him. There must be an incredible amount of loss tied up in living forever. "Do you ever build up a resistance to it? Tell yourself 'not again'?"
"We can all lie to ourselves, but it never works. The right person comes along and it starts all over."
Ianto turned his head to look at Jack's face. For just a second, Jack gazed into the past, and then his blue eyes zeroed in on Ianto. There was a sense of understanding between them; they both recognized it in each other. Jack moved his left hand to Ianto's neck, his thumb gently mirroring the line of Ianto's jawbone. Ianto shifted to lessen the distance between their mouths and hasten their kiss. Once he was being kissed, though, he wanted to prolong it as much as possible. He also wanted to feel Jack all over his body. As if sharing the same thought, they began pulling at each other's clothes.
Ianto decided if Jack could reach out again, then so could he.
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