FanFic: New Years Kiss
Title: New Year Kiss.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys with a bit of Ianto/Rhys.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's New Years Eve in Cardiff and Gwen has a plan.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Beta: madtheo
Author's notes: So okay I know New Year has long since passed, and this was meant to be done before then but yeah I fail at getting fic out on time. This is for erin_giles who gave me a prompt as part of her Christmas box. Apologies for the lateness but it 's done etc.
New Year Kiss.
“Come on, Jack!” wheedled Gwen.
She had been trying for the last few hours to persuade Jack to go the New Year's Party that she’d been invited to. She had managed to convince Rhys to go, after promising that she would try to be home before midnight in the future. Hell, Gwen had even managed to get Ianto to go - after she had assured him Jack was going as well. Okay, at the time it might have been a small, tiny, little white lie, but damn it, she didn’t want him to see another New Year stuck in the Hub!
“No, Gwen, forget it,” insisted Jack for what was probably the twenty first time that hour.
“Why not?” Gwen asked, crossing her arms for what was probably the twenty-second time that hour.
She hated it when Jack refused her, especially over something so inconsequential.
“Someone needs to monitor the Rift,” Jack tried again, even though he'd used that excuse the first, fourth, eleventh and nineteenth time she'd insisted.
“The Rift's been quite for weeks, it won’t mind you taking a night off,” persisted Gwen, dropping her hands onto his desk to lean over it, her wide eyes beseeching.
It was true that ever since the whole ‘Gray’ incident the Rift had been oddly silent. It was almost as if it had gone into mourning for what had transpired. Gwen shook her had slightly; she wasn’t going to think of what had happened. Besides, she knew for a fact had Owen still been alive he would have been out there already, getting pissed.
“Why do you want me to do this, Gwen?” Jack asked, trying not to sound as worn out as he felt. It was hard work keeping up a cheerful front when it felt as though the fate of the world rested on your shoulders. Oh, wait. It does. He sighed.
Looking studiously nonchalant as she straightened, she gave an overly casual shrug. “Because it’s New Years Eve.”
“Gwen....”
“All right, fine,” huffed Gwen, giving in. “I sort of already told Ianto you’d agreed to go.”
Gwen had learnt quite a few things working for Torchwood, yet successfully lying to Jack wasn’t one of them. His ancient eyes seemed to see right through any fabrication, any exaggeration - looking at a person like they had already seen all the secrets of the universe and who were you to try and fool them? She uncrossed her arms and re-crossed them again waiting for the refusal she knew he was bound to give he, so she was unprepared for the wide grin he gave her.
“Jack?” she asked worriedly.
“I’ll go,” he answered.
“Jack, why….wait - what? You’ll go?” repeated Gwen, impressing herself with her firm grasp of the English language.
“Yup,” replied Jack, getting to his feet. “You should have just said Ianto was going.”
Gwen stood there a moment, mouth hanging open in a decidedly unladylike manner, shocked at what Jack had just admitted. So all she had to do was mention Ianto’s name and Jack would agree to anything, eh? Giggling, she hugged Jack before leaving the office and bounding over to Ianto. She excitedly told him what time to meet her and Rhys and made him promise that he’d make sure Jack didn't back out. Then she fairly flew out of the Hub, claiming she needed to ‘get ready’.
***
By the time the four of them got to the boisterous nightclub - Rhys and Jack had been arguing over where they should have parked - the party was in full swing. Gwen spoke to the bouncer on the door before leading the other three into the crush of bodies and the powerful thrum of the techno beat. She knew that with the three of them next to her, she was bound to get people staring. It wasn’t often she got to spend a evening with three gorgeous blokes.
Looking over her shoulder, she laughed at said three men. Rhys was already looking over the party-goers bobbing heads, looking for the easiest route to the bar, itching to get some alcohol in him. Ianto had surprised her: although she knew the Welshman didn’t particularly like these sorts of things he certainly seemed to blend in well. He had donned dark jeans and a black shirt that seemed to shimmer slightly when the light caught it. Her eyes flicked to Jack and she couldn’t help rolling her eyes; the Captain hadn’t changed at all.
Grabbing their arms, she pulled them over to a out-of-the-way table. She had planned this, so they were all bloody well going to do as she told them.
“Right,” she said a little to cheerfully. “I’ll go get drinks. Rhys, come on.”
She pulled her husband over to the bar: glancing back, she saw that Jack had moved closer to Ianto. Turning away, she couldn’t hold back her delighted giggles.
“Gwen, sweetheart, how much have you drank?” Rhys asked, mock worried at her sniggering.
Swatting his arm, she frowned. “Nothing, yet.”
“So what have you planned?”
“Nothing,” answered Gwen innocently before giving the barman their drink orders.
“Gwen, I know you,” said Rhys. “You’re up to something!”
She dropped a twenty on the bar and handed two of the drinks to her date. “Oh, Rhys, it’s New Year. Just enjoy the night.”
Not giving him the chance to reply, she took the drinks back over to the table. Tonight she was going to make sure they all were supplied with plenty of alcohol and ignore Jack's protests to the contrary. Tonight was about showing Jack he could have a life outside of Torchwood…
***
Way too many drinks later, Gwen had pulled Ianto and Rhys up to dance to some head pounding music. She was feeling great, all warm and giggly as she danced next to the two men. She noticed that even Ianto was slightly red faced from all the alcohol she had plied him with.
As the song ended and another started up, she headed back to the table, leaving both Rhys and Ianto to dance together, knowing they were both too drunk to care. Slipping into the seat beside Jack, she reached for his untouched cocktail and drank it down in one go.
“You should join us,” Gwen said, her speech slightly slurred.
“I’m fine,” replied Jack.
“Come on, Jack, please - for me,” she begged, batting her eyelashes at him.
Jack just laughed. “You’ve got two gorgeous blokes already, you don’t need me.”
Gwen’s smile faded slightly as Jack refused her once again. Folding her arms she sat back in the chair, sulking like a small child that had been refused dessert. As the current song started to fade out, she noticed that the lights had been raised a bit.
“Its five to twelve,” came the DJs booming voice. “Let's take this party outside and start the countdown!”
The club began to empty out quickly as revellers made their way out into the frost bitten air. Jack risked a glance at Gwen who was smiling at him once more. Oh, he knew exactly what she was going to do next.
Sure enough, she took hold of his arm again and pulled him over to Rhys and Ianto, before dragging all of them outside. Jack couldn't help being a bit impressed, and maybe just a little turned on by how strong Gwen was when fuelled with alcohol.
It took them a few minutes to get to an area that wasn’t too crowded and where they weren’t likely to get jostled. Jack looked at the other three; they were all flushed and happy, helped along by the rivers of alcohol coursing through their systems. His eyes lingered on Ianto: he had to admit the other man looked very nice in the warm glow of the patio lights.
“All right - lets start this countdown!” thundered the DJs voice once more. “10…9…8…”
Jack noticed the crowd growing a bit tighter; a bit more intimate.
“7…6…5…”
Some people had joined in the countdown; others had started singing, a mixture of Welsh and English.
“4…3…”
Ianto and Rhys were both fully engaged in the song, both of them raucously singing in Welsh. Jack couldn’t help smiling at that and made a mental note to hack into the CCTV later on for repeats.
“…2…”
Gwen seemed to be on tender hooks as the countdown continued. Jack knew she had planned this outing, looked forward to it - but whether she remembered it tomorrow was another matter.
“…1…Happy New Year!” shouted the DJ.
Party poppers, fireworks, and people shouting out or finishing songs was all that could be heard for a moment as one year ended and an unblemished new one started, bright with hope and promise.
Jack suddenly found himself with an armful of Gwen, her limbs wrapped around his neck as she kissed his cheek and held him in her tight grip before whispering, 'Happy New Year, Captain’ and stepping back with a warm, affectionate smile on her lips. He sent her a fond grin back and dropped a kiss on the top of her head before turning to look for Ianto and Rhys.
It took him a moment to realize that they weren't standing with the crush of people closely milling around. Feeling a flutter of unease, Jack searched the faces of the crowd, only breathing a small sigh of relief when he spotted the outline of Rhys’ jacket.
He stared, dumbfounded for a moment before he broke out in delighted laughter. Oh, this definitely was a night he’d remember! Jack nudged Gwen, hoping that she wasn’t going to be angry, and pointed out the other two men.
“Oh my god!” she cried, gripping Jack’s arm.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, just an alcohol fuelled moment,” assured Jack, watching Gwen closely in case he needed to head off an attack of some sort.
“Jack, they're - Jack, Rhys and Ianto are snogging!” exclaimed Gwen, her eyes going wide.
“Gwen look…”
“Bloody hell, that's hot!”
Jack actually managed to tear his eyes away from spectacle to gape at Gwen: that wasn’t exactly what he had expected to hear from her. Although he very much with her in spirit; it was very, very hot. Jack watched as her eyes travelled over Rhys before she licked her lips and he knew he wouldn’t be seeing her for a few days. A wide grin threatened to split his face in two as he contemplated the New Year's reception Rhys would be getting at home tonight.
“As much as I’m sure they’re enjoying themselves, let’s separate them,” said Jack, hating to be the one to spoil the fun but knowing that neither Rhys nor Ianto would appreciate the audience they were attracting, That kiss was getting a little too heated to remain unnoticed.
Jack managed to pull them apart before Ianto all but pulled him in for a kiss. Obviously Ianto was a little bit more drunk than he had thought.
Laughing, Jack said, “You’re drunk, Ianto Jones.”
“’M not.”
“Yes, you are,” chuckled Jack, happy to be holding the squirming young Welshman in his arms. “Happy New Year, guys!”.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys with a bit of Ianto/Rhys.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's New Years Eve in Cardiff and Gwen has a plan.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Beta: madtheo
Author's notes: So okay I know New Year has long since passed, and this was meant to be done before then but yeah I fail at getting fic out on time. This is for erin_giles who gave me a prompt as part of her Christmas box. Apologies for the lateness but it 's done etc.
New Year Kiss.
“Come on, Jack!” wheedled Gwen.
She had been trying for the last few hours to persuade Jack to go the New Year's Party that she’d been invited to. She had managed to convince Rhys to go, after promising that she would try to be home before midnight in the future. Hell, Gwen had even managed to get Ianto to go - after she had assured him Jack was going as well. Okay, at the time it might have been a small, tiny, little white lie, but damn it, she didn’t want him to see another New Year stuck in the Hub!
“No, Gwen, forget it,” insisted Jack for what was probably the twenty first time that hour.
“Why not?” Gwen asked, crossing her arms for what was probably the twenty-second time that hour.
She hated it when Jack refused her, especially over something so inconsequential.
“Someone needs to monitor the Rift,” Jack tried again, even though he'd used that excuse the first, fourth, eleventh and nineteenth time she'd insisted.
“The Rift's been quite for weeks, it won’t mind you taking a night off,” persisted Gwen, dropping her hands onto his desk to lean over it, her wide eyes beseeching.
It was true that ever since the whole ‘Gray’ incident the Rift had been oddly silent. It was almost as if it had gone into mourning for what had transpired. Gwen shook her had slightly; she wasn’t going to think of what had happened. Besides, she knew for a fact had Owen still been alive he would have been out there already, getting pissed.
“Why do you want me to do this, Gwen?” Jack asked, trying not to sound as worn out as he felt. It was hard work keeping up a cheerful front when it felt as though the fate of the world rested on your shoulders. Oh, wait. It does. He sighed.
Looking studiously nonchalant as she straightened, she gave an overly casual shrug. “Because it’s New Years Eve.”
“Gwen....”
“All right, fine,” huffed Gwen, giving in. “I sort of already told Ianto you’d agreed to go.”
Gwen had learnt quite a few things working for Torchwood, yet successfully lying to Jack wasn’t one of them. His ancient eyes seemed to see right through any fabrication, any exaggeration - looking at a person like they had already seen all the secrets of the universe and who were you to try and fool them? She uncrossed her arms and re-crossed them again waiting for the refusal she knew he was bound to give he, so she was unprepared for the wide grin he gave her.
“Jack?” she asked worriedly.
“I’ll go,” he answered.
“Jack, why….wait - what? You’ll go?” repeated Gwen, impressing herself with her firm grasp of the English language.
“Yup,” replied Jack, getting to his feet. “You should have just said Ianto was going.”
Gwen stood there a moment, mouth hanging open in a decidedly unladylike manner, shocked at what Jack had just admitted. So all she had to do was mention Ianto’s name and Jack would agree to anything, eh? Giggling, she hugged Jack before leaving the office and bounding over to Ianto. She excitedly told him what time to meet her and Rhys and made him promise that he’d make sure Jack didn't back out. Then she fairly flew out of the Hub, claiming she needed to ‘get ready’.
***
By the time the four of them got to the boisterous nightclub - Rhys and Jack had been arguing over where they should have parked - the party was in full swing. Gwen spoke to the bouncer on the door before leading the other three into the crush of bodies and the powerful thrum of the techno beat. She knew that with the three of them next to her, she was bound to get people staring. It wasn’t often she got to spend a evening with three gorgeous blokes.
Looking over her shoulder, she laughed at said three men. Rhys was already looking over the party-goers bobbing heads, looking for the easiest route to the bar, itching to get some alcohol in him. Ianto had surprised her: although she knew the Welshman didn’t particularly like these sorts of things he certainly seemed to blend in well. He had donned dark jeans and a black shirt that seemed to shimmer slightly when the light caught it. Her eyes flicked to Jack and she couldn’t help rolling her eyes; the Captain hadn’t changed at all.
Grabbing their arms, she pulled them over to a out-of-the-way table. She had planned this, so they were all bloody well going to do as she told them.
“Right,” she said a little to cheerfully. “I’ll go get drinks. Rhys, come on.”
She pulled her husband over to the bar: glancing back, she saw that Jack had moved closer to Ianto. Turning away, she couldn’t hold back her delighted giggles.
“Gwen, sweetheart, how much have you drank?” Rhys asked, mock worried at her sniggering.
Swatting his arm, she frowned. “Nothing, yet.”
“So what have you planned?”
“Nothing,” answered Gwen innocently before giving the barman their drink orders.
“Gwen, I know you,” said Rhys. “You’re up to something!”
She dropped a twenty on the bar and handed two of the drinks to her date. “Oh, Rhys, it’s New Year. Just enjoy the night.”
Not giving him the chance to reply, she took the drinks back over to the table. Tonight she was going to make sure they all were supplied with plenty of alcohol and ignore Jack's protests to the contrary. Tonight was about showing Jack he could have a life outside of Torchwood…
***
Way too many drinks later, Gwen had pulled Ianto and Rhys up to dance to some head pounding music. She was feeling great, all warm and giggly as she danced next to the two men. She noticed that even Ianto was slightly red faced from all the alcohol she had plied him with.
As the song ended and another started up, she headed back to the table, leaving both Rhys and Ianto to dance together, knowing they were both too drunk to care. Slipping into the seat beside Jack, she reached for his untouched cocktail and drank it down in one go.
“You should join us,” Gwen said, her speech slightly slurred.
“I’m fine,” replied Jack.
“Come on, Jack, please - for me,” she begged, batting her eyelashes at him.
Jack just laughed. “You’ve got two gorgeous blokes already, you don’t need me.”
Gwen’s smile faded slightly as Jack refused her once again. Folding her arms she sat back in the chair, sulking like a small child that had been refused dessert. As the current song started to fade out, she noticed that the lights had been raised a bit.
“Its five to twelve,” came the DJs booming voice. “Let's take this party outside and start the countdown!”
The club began to empty out quickly as revellers made their way out into the frost bitten air. Jack risked a glance at Gwen who was smiling at him once more. Oh, he knew exactly what she was going to do next.
Sure enough, she took hold of his arm again and pulled him over to Rhys and Ianto, before dragging all of them outside. Jack couldn't help being a bit impressed, and maybe just a little turned on by how strong Gwen was when fuelled with alcohol.
It took them a few minutes to get to an area that wasn’t too crowded and where they weren’t likely to get jostled. Jack looked at the other three; they were all flushed and happy, helped along by the rivers of alcohol coursing through their systems. His eyes lingered on Ianto: he had to admit the other man looked very nice in the warm glow of the patio lights.
“All right - lets start this countdown!” thundered the DJs voice once more. “10…9…8…”
Jack noticed the crowd growing a bit tighter; a bit more intimate.
“7…6…5…”
Some people had joined in the countdown; others had started singing, a mixture of Welsh and English.
“4…3…”
Ianto and Rhys were both fully engaged in the song, both of them raucously singing in Welsh. Jack couldn’t help smiling at that and made a mental note to hack into the CCTV later on for repeats.
“…2…”
Gwen seemed to be on tender hooks as the countdown continued. Jack knew she had planned this outing, looked forward to it - but whether she remembered it tomorrow was another matter.
“…1…Happy New Year!” shouted the DJ.
Party poppers, fireworks, and people shouting out or finishing songs was all that could be heard for a moment as one year ended and an unblemished new one started, bright with hope and promise.
Jack suddenly found himself with an armful of Gwen, her limbs wrapped around his neck as she kissed his cheek and held him in her tight grip before whispering, 'Happy New Year, Captain’ and stepping back with a warm, affectionate smile on her lips. He sent her a fond grin back and dropped a kiss on the top of her head before turning to look for Ianto and Rhys.
It took him a moment to realize that they weren't standing with the crush of people closely milling around. Feeling a flutter of unease, Jack searched the faces of the crowd, only breathing a small sigh of relief when he spotted the outline of Rhys’ jacket.
He stared, dumbfounded for a moment before he broke out in delighted laughter. Oh, this definitely was a night he’d remember! Jack nudged Gwen, hoping that she wasn’t going to be angry, and pointed out the other two men.
“Oh my god!” she cried, gripping Jack’s arm.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, just an alcohol fuelled moment,” assured Jack, watching Gwen closely in case he needed to head off an attack of some sort.
“Jack, they're - Jack, Rhys and Ianto are snogging!” exclaimed Gwen, her eyes going wide.
“Gwen look…”
“Bloody hell, that's hot!”
Jack actually managed to tear his eyes away from spectacle to gape at Gwen: that wasn’t exactly what he had expected to hear from her. Although he very much with her in spirit; it was very, very hot. Jack watched as her eyes travelled over Rhys before she licked her lips and he knew he wouldn’t be seeing her for a few days. A wide grin threatened to split his face in two as he contemplated the New Year's reception Rhys would be getting at home tonight.
“As much as I’m sure they’re enjoying themselves, let’s separate them,” said Jack, hating to be the one to spoil the fun but knowing that neither Rhys nor Ianto would appreciate the audience they were attracting, That kiss was getting a little too heated to remain unnoticed.
Jack managed to pull them apart before Ianto all but pulled him in for a kiss. Obviously Ianto was a little bit more drunk than he had thought.
Laughing, Jack said, “You’re drunk, Ianto Jones.”
“’M not.”
“Yes, you are,” chuckled Jack, happy to be holding the squirming young Welshman in his arms. “Happy New Year, guys!”.