Fic: We're Not in Kansas Anymore (5/6)
We’re Not in Kansas Anymore a gift for heidi8
Author: gestaltrose
Title: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 5/6 (complete)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Jack/Harry/Ianto eventualy
Rating: NC-17 this is it my lovelies... smut.
Word count: 3,000 or so this part 19,000 or so total
Beta: My lovely 'biza, britpicked by quill_lumos and kuhekabir
Spoilers: Season One and Two of Supernatural then AU, Part of Season One of Torchwood then AU, AU Harry Potter but some spoilers I guess, oh and Season Two of the latest incarnation of Dr Who.
Warnings: Slash, threesome, Crossover: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Torchwood.
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own head. Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter and Company belong to Rowling, and Jack and the Torchwood crew belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made from this story... who would buy it?
Summary: *deep breath* Sam and Dean from my Don’t Touch story (which you don’t have to read to understand this one) find themselves in Wales and neck deep in trouble, like usual.
Notes: This was written as a pitch-hit for spn_holidays.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Jack was a little more relaxed about Sam and Dean being here. Having come to the decision that he wasn’t going to turn them over to the authorities or kill them, he felt more comfortable around them. Not sure exactly what had changed his mind, Jack sat back and watched the boys interact with Ianto.
They thanked him, well, Sam did, then he thumped Dean and Dean did also. Having spent most of the night with the reserved man, Jack knew that he had been up at five in the morning, making sure that they had everything they would need in the morning.
Harry had shown up at the Centre entrance around seven or so, and Jack had gone and got him. They had been talking politics and magic ever since. Jack had fetched them some breakfast and they had spoken of magical food and pumpkin juice. What was it really like? ‘Gross’ apparently but it was all the house-elves could make, which had led to a discussion of house-elf policies and if they were the same as in the books.
Jack had wondered how many creatures in the magical world were things from another dimension or just magical things here. Harry had shrugged, that wasn’t the point. That they were magical was. Finally Jack understood. He was oddly relieved that Harry was on his side.
Ianto got the boys breakfast. He obviously didn’t think they were up to anything traditional so he had picked up some food from a fast food place. Watching as Dean smiled and pretty much inhaled three breakfast sandwiches as Sam ate a little slower and only ate two, they then seemed to fight an unvoiced battle over the last sandwich. They appeared to come to an agreement as Sam picked up the last one and Dean got Sam’s potato cakes.
Sitting back as he finished, Sam looked at the men arrayed around the table. “I want to speak to the Demon again, alone.”
“Fuck no,” Dean answered quickly.
“Dean, you opted out of this when you made your deal,” Sam told him calmly.
“You think you’re strong enough to take this thing on yourself?” Dean snapped and Sam shook his head.
“I’m just going to talk, not take care of this fatum. I need some information before I can commit to anything and it is the only thing that has the information I need.”
“Can we monitor?” Jack asked, seeking a way to find peace.
“Can I stop you?”
Possibly, Jack thought but he didn’t voice it. Dean seemed to calm down as soon as Sam agreed that they could watch what was going on. Watching as Sam drank down a cup of Jack’s coffee, he nodded to the tall young man as he walked out of the room.
With a glance at Ianto, Jack followed him. They made it to the lowest level in the Hub. “Sam, you’re the one that told me not to talk to it,” Jack reminded him.
“I know but I need some answers.”
“But they lie.”
“Yeah, but they tell the truth too... just monitor, maybe you can pick something out.”
“I’ll be right out here,” Jack told him.
“Fine,” Sam said and seemed to steel himself to do something unpleasant. Jack had seen men going to their deaths who looked better than Sam.
Reaching out, Jack put his hand on Sam’s arm and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Nothing stupid, gotcha.” Sam turned and walked into the room with the cells in it.
“Sammy.” The Daemon sounded surprised.
“Put Santanchia,” Sam said and the thing flinched.
“So that Potter boy talked.” Jack watched on the monitor as the Daemon shrugged.
“Like you expected something different?”
“He was almost one of ours, like you, Sammy.”
Sam sounded calm. “I am not one of yours.”
“But you could be, easy enough. For Dean, Sam. You could set him free of his debt if you just embrace the evil within you.” The girl that the Daemon was possessing walked up to the edge of her cell and placed her hands on the glass barrier between the two of them.
“Actually,” Sam said casually, almost too casually. “I wanted to talk with you about that. Harry said you have a fatum with me. What exactly does that mean?”
“It means that I hold Dean’s contract and he owes me, but since he owes me because of you, it links me to you.” The thing in the cage bared its teeth in a simulation of a grin. “How lucky for me.”
“So, I owe you nothing?” Sam seemed to want to get this clear.
“Not as such,” the thing conceded.
“Good, then we can talk.” Sam grabbed a chair that was out of sight on the monitor and pulled it into view. “Harry told me what you wanted. I came down to hear exactly what it is, from your mouth.”
“What I want is to rule, to lead. My ability to do so has been compromised since Azazel began his coup. You, in other words, are in my way.”
“I don’t want to lead anything,” Sam said.
“Doesn’t matter as long as there are those out there that want to follow you.” Sam looked up in surprise. Apparently this was news to him. “Yes, even as weak as you are, there are those stupid enough to want to follow you.”
“Strong enough to catch you.”
The thing shrugged. “Whatever,” it said.
“What are your terms?” Sam asked and Jack could almost hear Dean swearing from upstairs.
“A battle for your being. If I can gain and keep control, I obviously win. You get to try and fight me off any way you can.”
“Harry said something about Dean?”
“Since this is our battle, Dean can help without messing with his deal. He isn’t trying to get out of his, just trying to help you.”
The thing was much more honest than Jack would have expected. Daemons did lie given the chance, unless . . . unless the truth could hurt more. But how could this hurt Sam? He needed a chance to think and so did Sam. He had enough information for now. Jack hit the intercom button. “That’s enough for now, Sam.”
“Yeah, Sam, run along like a good little boy. You still don’t know what they plan on doing to you. You can’t read Jack at all, can you? Ask him if he plans on letting you out of here alive, if you dare.” The Daemon turned and faced away from Sam and Sam left.
Opening the door, he didn’t seem surprised to see Jack waiting. Jack turned without a sound and headed upstairs. He knew that sooner or later he would have to come to a conclusion about what to do with Sam and Dean Winchester, he just didn’t want to have to do it now. Just knowing that he wasn’t going to kill them was enough for now. He probably should tell them that but that would lead to a conversation about what, if anything, he was going to do about them and he just didn’t know.
Opening the door on the conference room, he looked around and saw that everyone was there. Owen, looking decidedly put out; Tosh, typing away at one of the computer stations in the room; Harry and Gwen, sitting halfway between Owen and Dean like a physical barrier; Ianto, standing across the room with a cup of coffee and a small smirk on his face; and Dean, who was sitting and glaring at the door and therefore Jack as he walked in. Knowing that the glare was probably meant for the man following him, Jack walked over to Ianto.
“Harry threatened to turn Owen into a toad.” Ianto had to stop talking to compose himself because Jack could see how hard he was trying not to laugh.
“Why did Harry have to do that?” Jack’s gaze swung around to Owen, who was looking everywhere else but at Jack or Dean or Harry, which actually didn’t give him many places to look.
“He told Dean his brother was evil,” Gwen said.
Jack’s gaze swung briefly to Dean, his jaw was clenched and Jack could see the muscle working. “What else?” Because there had to be something more that would make Harry step in.
“He said all rabid dogs should be put down,” Gwen continued. Jack was surprised when Dean still didn’t move.
“What have you done to my brother?” Sam asked.
“A binding spell to keep them in their seats, and the threat of turning into a frog for Owen, who wouldn’t shut up,” Ianto said, laughter in his voice. “He didn’t believe him, so Harry gave him a demonstration.” At this, Ianto burst out laughing and Gwen gave him a smile. So did Tosh, who had been staying out of the discussion.
Owen’s jaw was working like he was going to grind his teeth off.
“What demonstration?”
Ianto lost it and Jack stared as the normally reserved man lost control of himself. Tosh spoke up from her computer station. “Harry gave him frog balls.”
“He made my nads bloody disappear, is what he fucking did,” Owen snapped out and then stopped as Harry made a movement with his wand.
Dean finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Would you take this spell off of me, please?” The last word was ground out between clenched teeth.
“You don’t get to attack Owen,” Harry said and Dean nodded.
Released from the spell, Dean jumped up and quickly moved to get into Sam’s face. “What the fucking hell was that down there?”
Sam, whose brain hadn’t quite caught up with why Dean was mad at him, was just happy he was free. Pulling him close, Sam leaned down and kissed him. Jack watched and smiled at them, then he looked at his crew. Everyone was watching as the two of them kissed. His eyes caught Harry’s and saw a longing in them that he wished he could ease.
Jack emptied the room, leaving Sam and Dean to work out whatever they needed to in peace. He invited Harry to join him and Ianto for a quick bite back in his room after Owen and Tosh left. Gwen had hung around to make sure that Harry was all right then she had gone home to Rhys.
Ianto had read his mind, in the way that he always did, and had already set a table for three. Jack followed Harry and Ianto into the room.
“Cozy,” Harry said.
Jack gave the other man the credit he deserved. “Thanks to Ianto.” Harry nodded and walked over to the table. Lifting the lid on fish and chips with mushy peas, Jack watched as Harry broke out into an enormous grin.
“Where’s the beer?”
Ianto pulled mugs out and set them on the table. Jack sat down and watched as Harry and Ianto danced around each other in a flirty little dance. Finally everyone sat down and there was silence as they all ate. Finishing first, as he didn’t each much, Harry pushed his plate away and sat back, taking an occasional pull on his beer.
Jack and Ianto finished at much the same time. Jack stood and gathered the plates, making Ianto stay and talk with their guest as he cleaned up. Everyone moved to the sofa. Harry seemed a little uncomfortable.
“Something wrong?” Jack asked.
“I feel like I’m intruding.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and looked at Ianto. Once again Ianto read his mind because as Jack moved closer to Harry from the front, Ianto scooted up against his back.
“We want you…” Jack paused, letting the words hang in the air between them all, “to be happy. Is there anything we can do to make you happy, Harry?”
Harry caught his breath; it appeared they had surprised him. Then he relaxed back into Ianto, who wrapped his arms around Harry. Jack, running a hand up and under Harry’s shirt, was rewarded with a moan. Ianto started kissing down Harry’s neck, which was so conveniently close.
“Happy is good,” Harry admitted.
Jack leaned in to capture Harry’s lips, and they kissed. Lips and tongues sliding against one another, then Ianto made a kind of whimper that Jack hadn’t heard before. Looking up at his friend and lover, Jack let go of Harry’s lips and pulled Ianto closer for a kiss.
“We both want this,” Jack said to Harry. “What do you want?”
Harry looked up at Jack, his green eyes dark with desire and longing. “I think I’ve had enough of being alone.” His eyes still locked with Jack, he reached back and pulled Ianto to him.
Ianto and Jack took to the invitation with passion. Jack capturing Harry’s lips while Ianto kissed up his neck. Harry moaned and Jack took advantage of his open mouth, tongues brushing against one another, before Harry took his wand out and muttered a few things.
The next thing Jack knew, he was naked on a bed with two other very naked and very aroused men. Jack gave Harry his ‘I don’t know how you did it but I’m sure glad you did,’ smile.
“Magic,” Ianto murmured as he ran a hand down Harry’s side.
“Magic,” Harry conceded and Jack laughed.
Joyfully, he moved to lie against Harry, hard cocks rubbing and Jack could tell by the way Harry pressed back that Ianto was doing the same, only to the crack of his ass. Jack and Ianto had long been lovers and he knew that the normally reserved man was as wild about this idea as him.
Somehow, they managed to move into a kind of lazy circle, with Jack sucking on Harry’s cock, Harry sucking on Ianto’s, and Ianto sucking on his. The dip and bob of his head was timed so as to coincide with the movements of the other men. Jack was nearing orgasm and he could tell the other men were too. Jack sucked Harry’s cock deep into his throat and Harry was moaning, coming, and that set Ianto off also. Then Jack came, with Ianto sucking and licking down the last drops.
They moved up, Jack and Ianto, with Harry sandwiched between them. Kisses were exchanged. First, Jack loving Harry, then Ianto passionately kissing him. Englishmen were usually more reserved but now, here, in this place, it was as if all inhibitions fell away.
“Please,” Harry said. “Don’t stop.”
Jack exchanged a glance with Ianto. They came to a consensus without words. Grinning down at Harry, Jack gave him a small smile.
“We have no intention on stopping. But how did you want . . .?”
“Middle?” Harry said quietly with a blush that spread becomingly over his face.
“Like this?” Jack asked as he and Ianto pressed against Harry.
Harry swallowed and nodded. “Unless . . . unless you don’t want to.”
Having recovered from the blow job, Jack moved Harry’s hand down to his hard cock and leaned in close to kiss him. Harry seemed to realize that this was going to happen and he got the biggest smile on his face.
“Lube?” Jack asked Ianto, knowing that he could reach it from where he was laying.
“Accio lube,” Harry said and held his hand up as the jar of lube slapped into it.
“Handy thing, magic,” Jack said and reached to take the lube out of Harry’s hand. Opening the lid, he got some out and held the jar out for Ianto, who did the same. Harry gasped as Ianto slid a finger into him.
“So tight,” Ianto whispered.
Jack looked critically at Harry. He knew that the reason that he and Ianto were doing this was because they saw Harry. Not Harry Potter. Wondering how many other people, especially in Harry’s world, saw him that way, Jack finally had to ask a question.
“How long?”
Wide green eyes looked up at him. Ianto stilled his motion so he could hear Harry’s answer. “Ummm . . .”
Jack just waited, looking at him.
“A while?” Harry said with a half grin. “About ten years ago, my lover was killed. I haven’t been with anyone since Draco . . .” Harry choked up.
“Was he a complete wanker, like the books?” Jack asked.
Harry smiled. “Yeah, he really was. Things changed, he changed. Maybe we both changed and it was good. Then he was killed on a routine job. Ever since then . . .”
“You haven’t let anyone close.”
Nodding, Harry wrapped his hand around Jack’s flagging erection. “But I’m here now and I want this.” He pushed back against Ianto’s fingers that were still inside him.
“Okay, if that’s what you want,” Jack said and slid his lubed hand around Harry’s cock. Dipping his hand into the lube, Harry slicked his hand and touched Jack’s entrance, running a finger around the outside before pushing it into him.
It was Jack’s turn to moan. Harry pushed another finger into him and slid it over his prostate. Fuck yeah, Jack thought, as Harry made long smooth strokes across it. Then he pulled his fingers out. Encouraging Jack to lie on his side, his back to Harry, Harry lifted his leg and, putting his cock at Jack’s entrance, he pushed in, slowly and firmly until he was fully seated inside Jack.
Watching as Ianto lifted Harry’s leg, Jack knew he was doing the same thing. Ianto was fucking Harry while Harry was fucking him and it almost made Jack come just by thinking about it. Harry said something and then they were surrounded by mirrors and Jack could see everything. Ianto’s large dick sliding out of Harry and Harry pulling out of him then the both of them pushing back in -- it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen.
There was only a few more pushes and Jack could no longer control himself and he was coming, hot semen splashing up his chest and across the bed. Harry pushed into him once more and then he stopped, legs shaking with his orgasm and then Ianto followed soon after.
Jack rolled over to face Harry after he pulled out of him. Kissing him, tongues touching in a now familiar dance, Jack’s lips moved over Harry’s, soft yet demanding. Harry then turned and kissed Ianto, whispering thanks to him.
“Thank you, Harry,” Ianto told the man. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. We should clean up and then sleep.
“Would you mind if I?” Harry raised his wand.
“Please do,” Jack said, watching closely. Harry waved his wand and said something latinish. They were clean, the bed was clean, and Harry had done it with magic. Jack lay down with Harry and Ianto, between the two men with one arm around each of them. They slept and he lay there, thinking.
Final Part
Author: gestaltrose
Title: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 5/6 (complete)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Jack/Harry/Ianto eventualy
Rating: NC-17 this is it my lovelies... smut.
Word count: 3,000 or so this part 19,000 or so total
Beta: My lovely 'biza, britpicked by quill_lumos and kuhekabir
Spoilers: Season One and Two of Supernatural then AU, Part of Season One of Torchwood then AU, AU Harry Potter but some spoilers I guess, oh and Season Two of the latest incarnation of Dr Who.
Warnings: Slash, threesome, Crossover: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Torchwood.
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own head. Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter and Company belong to Rowling, and Jack and the Torchwood crew belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made from this story... who would buy it?
Summary: *deep breath* Sam and Dean from my Don’t Touch story (which you don’t have to read to understand this one) find themselves in Wales and neck deep in trouble, like usual.
Notes: This was written as a pitch-hit for spn_holidays.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Jack was a little more relaxed about Sam and Dean being here. Having come to the decision that he wasn’t going to turn them over to the authorities or kill them, he felt more comfortable around them. Not sure exactly what had changed his mind, Jack sat back and watched the boys interact with Ianto.
They thanked him, well, Sam did, then he thumped Dean and Dean did also. Having spent most of the night with the reserved man, Jack knew that he had been up at five in the morning, making sure that they had everything they would need in the morning.
Harry had shown up at the Centre entrance around seven or so, and Jack had gone and got him. They had been talking politics and magic ever since. Jack had fetched them some breakfast and they had spoken of magical food and pumpkin juice. What was it really like? ‘Gross’ apparently but it was all the house-elves could make, which had led to a discussion of house-elf policies and if they were the same as in the books.
Jack had wondered how many creatures in the magical world were things from another dimension or just magical things here. Harry had shrugged, that wasn’t the point. That they were magical was. Finally Jack understood. He was oddly relieved that Harry was on his side.
Ianto got the boys breakfast. He obviously didn’t think they were up to anything traditional so he had picked up some food from a fast food place. Watching as Dean smiled and pretty much inhaled three breakfast sandwiches as Sam ate a little slower and only ate two, they then seemed to fight an unvoiced battle over the last sandwich. They appeared to come to an agreement as Sam picked up the last one and Dean got Sam’s potato cakes.
Sitting back as he finished, Sam looked at the men arrayed around the table. “I want to speak to the Demon again, alone.”
“Fuck no,” Dean answered quickly.
“Dean, you opted out of this when you made your deal,” Sam told him calmly.
“You think you’re strong enough to take this thing on yourself?” Dean snapped and Sam shook his head.
“I’m just going to talk, not take care of this fatum. I need some information before I can commit to anything and it is the only thing that has the information I need.”
“Can we monitor?” Jack asked, seeking a way to find peace.
“Can I stop you?”
Possibly, Jack thought but he didn’t voice it. Dean seemed to calm down as soon as Sam agreed that they could watch what was going on. Watching as Sam drank down a cup of Jack’s coffee, he nodded to the tall young man as he walked out of the room.
With a glance at Ianto, Jack followed him. They made it to the lowest level in the Hub. “Sam, you’re the one that told me not to talk to it,” Jack reminded him.
“I know but I need some answers.”
“But they lie.”
“Yeah, but they tell the truth too... just monitor, maybe you can pick something out.”
“I’ll be right out here,” Jack told him.
“Fine,” Sam said and seemed to steel himself to do something unpleasant. Jack had seen men going to their deaths who looked better than Sam.
Reaching out, Jack put his hand on Sam’s arm and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Nothing stupid, gotcha.” Sam turned and walked into the room with the cells in it.
“Sammy.” The Daemon sounded surprised.
“Put Santanchia,” Sam said and the thing flinched.
“So that Potter boy talked.” Jack watched on the monitor as the Daemon shrugged.
“Like you expected something different?”
“He was almost one of ours, like you, Sammy.”
Sam sounded calm. “I am not one of yours.”
“But you could be, easy enough. For Dean, Sam. You could set him free of his debt if you just embrace the evil within you.” The girl that the Daemon was possessing walked up to the edge of her cell and placed her hands on the glass barrier between the two of them.
“Actually,” Sam said casually, almost too casually. “I wanted to talk with you about that. Harry said you have a fatum with me. What exactly does that mean?”
“It means that I hold Dean’s contract and he owes me, but since he owes me because of you, it links me to you.” The thing in the cage bared its teeth in a simulation of a grin. “How lucky for me.”
“So, I owe you nothing?” Sam seemed to want to get this clear.
“Not as such,” the thing conceded.
“Good, then we can talk.” Sam grabbed a chair that was out of sight on the monitor and pulled it into view. “Harry told me what you wanted. I came down to hear exactly what it is, from your mouth.”
“What I want is to rule, to lead. My ability to do so has been compromised since Azazel began his coup. You, in other words, are in my way.”
“I don’t want to lead anything,” Sam said.
“Doesn’t matter as long as there are those out there that want to follow you.” Sam looked up in surprise. Apparently this was news to him. “Yes, even as weak as you are, there are those stupid enough to want to follow you.”
“Strong enough to catch you.”
The thing shrugged. “Whatever,” it said.
“What are your terms?” Sam asked and Jack could almost hear Dean swearing from upstairs.
“A battle for your being. If I can gain and keep control, I obviously win. You get to try and fight me off any way you can.”
“Harry said something about Dean?”
“Since this is our battle, Dean can help without messing with his deal. He isn’t trying to get out of his, just trying to help you.”
The thing was much more honest than Jack would have expected. Daemons did lie given the chance, unless . . . unless the truth could hurt more. But how could this hurt Sam? He needed a chance to think and so did Sam. He had enough information for now. Jack hit the intercom button. “That’s enough for now, Sam.”
“Yeah, Sam, run along like a good little boy. You still don’t know what they plan on doing to you. You can’t read Jack at all, can you? Ask him if he plans on letting you out of here alive, if you dare.” The Daemon turned and faced away from Sam and Sam left.
Opening the door, he didn’t seem surprised to see Jack waiting. Jack turned without a sound and headed upstairs. He knew that sooner or later he would have to come to a conclusion about what to do with Sam and Dean Winchester, he just didn’t want to have to do it now. Just knowing that he wasn’t going to kill them was enough for now. He probably should tell them that but that would lead to a conversation about what, if anything, he was going to do about them and he just didn’t know.
Opening the door on the conference room, he looked around and saw that everyone was there. Owen, looking decidedly put out; Tosh, typing away at one of the computer stations in the room; Harry and Gwen, sitting halfway between Owen and Dean like a physical barrier; Ianto, standing across the room with a cup of coffee and a small smirk on his face; and Dean, who was sitting and glaring at the door and therefore Jack as he walked in. Knowing that the glare was probably meant for the man following him, Jack walked over to Ianto.
“Harry threatened to turn Owen into a toad.” Ianto had to stop talking to compose himself because Jack could see how hard he was trying not to laugh.
“Why did Harry have to do that?” Jack’s gaze swung around to Owen, who was looking everywhere else but at Jack or Dean or Harry, which actually didn’t give him many places to look.
“He told Dean his brother was evil,” Gwen said.
Jack’s gaze swung briefly to Dean, his jaw was clenched and Jack could see the muscle working. “What else?” Because there had to be something more that would make Harry step in.
“He said all rabid dogs should be put down,” Gwen continued. Jack was surprised when Dean still didn’t move.
“What have you done to my brother?” Sam asked.
“A binding spell to keep them in their seats, and the threat of turning into a frog for Owen, who wouldn’t shut up,” Ianto said, laughter in his voice. “He didn’t believe him, so Harry gave him a demonstration.” At this, Ianto burst out laughing and Gwen gave him a smile. So did Tosh, who had been staying out of the discussion.
Owen’s jaw was working like he was going to grind his teeth off.
“What demonstration?”
Ianto lost it and Jack stared as the normally reserved man lost control of himself. Tosh spoke up from her computer station. “Harry gave him frog balls.”
“He made my nads bloody disappear, is what he fucking did,” Owen snapped out and then stopped as Harry made a movement with his wand.
Dean finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Would you take this spell off of me, please?” The last word was ground out between clenched teeth.
“You don’t get to attack Owen,” Harry said and Dean nodded.
Released from the spell, Dean jumped up and quickly moved to get into Sam’s face. “What the fucking hell was that down there?”
Sam, whose brain hadn’t quite caught up with why Dean was mad at him, was just happy he was free. Pulling him close, Sam leaned down and kissed him. Jack watched and smiled at them, then he looked at his crew. Everyone was watching as the two of them kissed. His eyes caught Harry’s and saw a longing in them that he wished he could ease.
Jack emptied the room, leaving Sam and Dean to work out whatever they needed to in peace. He invited Harry to join him and Ianto for a quick bite back in his room after Owen and Tosh left. Gwen had hung around to make sure that Harry was all right then she had gone home to Rhys.
Ianto had read his mind, in the way that he always did, and had already set a table for three. Jack followed Harry and Ianto into the room.
“Cozy,” Harry said.
Jack gave the other man the credit he deserved. “Thanks to Ianto.” Harry nodded and walked over to the table. Lifting the lid on fish and chips with mushy peas, Jack watched as Harry broke out into an enormous grin.
“Where’s the beer?”
Ianto pulled mugs out and set them on the table. Jack sat down and watched as Harry and Ianto danced around each other in a flirty little dance. Finally everyone sat down and there was silence as they all ate. Finishing first, as he didn’t each much, Harry pushed his plate away and sat back, taking an occasional pull on his beer.
Jack and Ianto finished at much the same time. Jack stood and gathered the plates, making Ianto stay and talk with their guest as he cleaned up. Everyone moved to the sofa. Harry seemed a little uncomfortable.
“Something wrong?” Jack asked.
“I feel like I’m intruding.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and looked at Ianto. Once again Ianto read his mind because as Jack moved closer to Harry from the front, Ianto scooted up against his back.
“We want you…” Jack paused, letting the words hang in the air between them all, “to be happy. Is there anything we can do to make you happy, Harry?”
Harry caught his breath; it appeared they had surprised him. Then he relaxed back into Ianto, who wrapped his arms around Harry. Jack, running a hand up and under Harry’s shirt, was rewarded with a moan. Ianto started kissing down Harry’s neck, which was so conveniently close.
“Happy is good,” Harry admitted.
Jack leaned in to capture Harry’s lips, and they kissed. Lips and tongues sliding against one another, then Ianto made a kind of whimper that Jack hadn’t heard before. Looking up at his friend and lover, Jack let go of Harry’s lips and pulled Ianto closer for a kiss.
“We both want this,” Jack said to Harry. “What do you want?”
Harry looked up at Jack, his green eyes dark with desire and longing. “I think I’ve had enough of being alone.” His eyes still locked with Jack, he reached back and pulled Ianto to him.
Ianto and Jack took to the invitation with passion. Jack capturing Harry’s lips while Ianto kissed up his neck. Harry moaned and Jack took advantage of his open mouth, tongues brushing against one another, before Harry took his wand out and muttered a few things.
The next thing Jack knew, he was naked on a bed with two other very naked and very aroused men. Jack gave Harry his ‘I don’t know how you did it but I’m sure glad you did,’ smile.
“Magic,” Ianto murmured as he ran a hand down Harry’s side.
“Magic,” Harry conceded and Jack laughed.
Joyfully, he moved to lie against Harry, hard cocks rubbing and Jack could tell by the way Harry pressed back that Ianto was doing the same, only to the crack of his ass. Jack and Ianto had long been lovers and he knew that the normally reserved man was as wild about this idea as him.
Somehow, they managed to move into a kind of lazy circle, with Jack sucking on Harry’s cock, Harry sucking on Ianto’s, and Ianto sucking on his. The dip and bob of his head was timed so as to coincide with the movements of the other men. Jack was nearing orgasm and he could tell the other men were too. Jack sucked Harry’s cock deep into his throat and Harry was moaning, coming, and that set Ianto off also. Then Jack came, with Ianto sucking and licking down the last drops.
They moved up, Jack and Ianto, with Harry sandwiched between them. Kisses were exchanged. First, Jack loving Harry, then Ianto passionately kissing him. Englishmen were usually more reserved but now, here, in this place, it was as if all inhibitions fell away.
“Please,” Harry said. “Don’t stop.”
Jack exchanged a glance with Ianto. They came to a consensus without words. Grinning down at Harry, Jack gave him a small smile.
“We have no intention on stopping. But how did you want . . .?”
“Middle?” Harry said quietly with a blush that spread becomingly over his face.
“Like this?” Jack asked as he and Ianto pressed against Harry.
Harry swallowed and nodded. “Unless . . . unless you don’t want to.”
Having recovered from the blow job, Jack moved Harry’s hand down to his hard cock and leaned in close to kiss him. Harry seemed to realize that this was going to happen and he got the biggest smile on his face.
“Lube?” Jack asked Ianto, knowing that he could reach it from where he was laying.
“Accio lube,” Harry said and held his hand up as the jar of lube slapped into it.
“Handy thing, magic,” Jack said and reached to take the lube out of Harry’s hand. Opening the lid, he got some out and held the jar out for Ianto, who did the same. Harry gasped as Ianto slid a finger into him.
“So tight,” Ianto whispered.
Jack looked critically at Harry. He knew that the reason that he and Ianto were doing this was because they saw Harry. Not Harry Potter. Wondering how many other people, especially in Harry’s world, saw him that way, Jack finally had to ask a question.
“How long?”
Wide green eyes looked up at him. Ianto stilled his motion so he could hear Harry’s answer. “Ummm . . .”
Jack just waited, looking at him.
“A while?” Harry said with a half grin. “About ten years ago, my lover was killed. I haven’t been with anyone since Draco . . .” Harry choked up.
“Was he a complete wanker, like the books?” Jack asked.
Harry smiled. “Yeah, he really was. Things changed, he changed. Maybe we both changed and it was good. Then he was killed on a routine job. Ever since then . . .”
“You haven’t let anyone close.”
Nodding, Harry wrapped his hand around Jack’s flagging erection. “But I’m here now and I want this.” He pushed back against Ianto’s fingers that were still inside him.
“Okay, if that’s what you want,” Jack said and slid his lubed hand around Harry’s cock. Dipping his hand into the lube, Harry slicked his hand and touched Jack’s entrance, running a finger around the outside before pushing it into him.
It was Jack’s turn to moan. Harry pushed another finger into him and slid it over his prostate. Fuck yeah, Jack thought, as Harry made long smooth strokes across it. Then he pulled his fingers out. Encouraging Jack to lie on his side, his back to Harry, Harry lifted his leg and, putting his cock at Jack’s entrance, he pushed in, slowly and firmly until he was fully seated inside Jack.
Watching as Ianto lifted Harry’s leg, Jack knew he was doing the same thing. Ianto was fucking Harry while Harry was fucking him and it almost made Jack come just by thinking about it. Harry said something and then they were surrounded by mirrors and Jack could see everything. Ianto’s large dick sliding out of Harry and Harry pulling out of him then the both of them pushing back in -- it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen.
There was only a few more pushes and Jack could no longer control himself and he was coming, hot semen splashing up his chest and across the bed. Harry pushed into him once more and then he stopped, legs shaking with his orgasm and then Ianto followed soon after.
Jack rolled over to face Harry after he pulled out of him. Kissing him, tongues touching in a now familiar dance, Jack’s lips moved over Harry’s, soft yet demanding. Harry then turned and kissed Ianto, whispering thanks to him.
“Thank you, Harry,” Ianto told the man. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. We should clean up and then sleep.
“Would you mind if I?” Harry raised his wand.
“Please do,” Jack said, watching closely. Harry waved his wand and said something latinish. They were clean, the bed was clean, and Harry had done it with magic. Jack lay down with Harry and Ianto, between the two men with one arm around each of them. They slept and he lay there, thinking.
Final Part