Breaking Free
Title: Breaking Free
Rating: 15 (some sexual situations)
Characters: Ianto, Owen, (Jack and Diane mentioned)
Pairings: Ianto/Owen (although Jack/Ianto, Owen/Diane mentioned)
Chapter: One off, although it could become a series if I think about it enough.
Spoilers: If you’ve seen series one, you’ll be fine.
Summary: Jack has left the team, and everyone in the team is having to step up and take control. But what happens when Ianto and Owen both realise that they are more alike than they might have once thought.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Right, so I have reverted back to Ownto land….and I’m nervous as ever, since the pairing is something I haven’t indulged in much….yet anyway. Anyway, I have to give one hell of a lot of credit to thehubsitter here, since half of the ideas in the fic have come from talks I’ve had with her over the past few weeks. And as always, any comments I receive for this really are appreciated, they keep me scribbling a way for a start.
Dedicated to thehubsitter for giving me the ideas, and to naddypants for the smuff that she dedicated to me earlier! Thank you girls! :D
Chances are if you feel lonely, there is always someone else more alone.
Owen Harper couldn’t help but feel that person to him was a certain Ianto Jones.
In the dynamic that was their team, Owen had never really ticked the box that said “compassion”. He was completely aware of that, and in most ways he was glad of it. It was never something that made him feel comfortable, never a side of him that he had really wanted to expose for the entire world to see. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of compassion, not by any means. He let that aspect of his personality lie dormant, because however strongly he felt, they had Gwen for that; it was her job, her function to care for the others. Except, in recent weeks, it had become outstandingly obvious to Owen that Gwen was missing out on something so blindingly obvious that even he could see it.
Ianto Jones. By no means was Owen saying that he could read the younger man, he sincerely doubted that anyone could. Except Jack maybe, but Jack wasn’t there was he? And in his absence Owen had noticed something, some deep seated pain behind the other man’s eyes, which tarnished his young features and aged him beyond his years. He couldn’t be sure what it was, whether it was remorse, anger, maybe even a brief onset of grief, but the point was that he was sure that it was something. And more importantly, that something seemed to have gotten more prominent since their leader’s dramatic disappearance.
It had hit them all; especially around two weeks after Jack had disappeared. Up until them Gwen had been their cornerstone of optimism, maintaining that she believed that Jack was coming back, that he wouldn’t have just left them with nothing more to go on than some scattered papers and dismal scrapings of CCTV. Almost naturally of course neither Tosh or Owen had wanted to commit themselves to any particular belief, Owen taking control and fielding countless UNIT calls from his work station, whilst Tosh had tried to piece together any rift energies, or activities over the recent weeks. It was funny, that the one person who no one ever seemed to even consider was Ianto. Not because this time he was hiding in the shadows, but simply because he was just behaving so…..normally. Coffee would always arrive on their desks at the usual time; the tourist office would remain in its usual pristine state as would the rest of the Hub. The archives would remained full and maintained, with Myfanwy and Janet fed according to their usual routines. It was as if for him, everything was still the same, Ianto even finding the time to provide a soft smile to either Tosh or Gwen, nodding gently and telling them that they really should be going home and getting some rest. In fact over time, Ianto had almost appointed himself as the glue of the team, keeping them altogether, never letting one of them fragment off and shatter the rest. But that wasn’t enough for Owen. He knew that there was something more to it all. And unlike the girls he had the balls to not dance around the subject any longer.
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It was late, about 8pm, the Hub silent apart from the distant cry of Myfanwy circling ahead. The cog door was just settling back to place, its distant grinds and wretches resonating out into the air as Toshiko finally went home. By her desk, a tall, slim suited man was gathering up her two empty coffee mugs and dusting down her monitor, whilst sat at the work station beside him was a doctor, a pen in his mouth, white lab coat dangling from his computer chair.
“Always have to be the last to leave don’t you?” Owen announced, taking the pen from his mouth and flicking through a pile of files that were littered across his desk. He turned his head, looking for Ianto to reply and frowning slightly when he seemingly ignored him. “Ianto?”
“Yes?” Blue eyes finally met with his as Ianto froze behind him, dirty mugs clasped in either hand.
“Why don’t you head off home?”
“Could ask you the same thing Owen.”
“Yeah well…..” The young medic shook his head, tossing his pen down onto his desk flippantly. “I’ve got work to do haven’t I?”
“Then so have I.”
Owen rolled his eyes, looking behind him as he watched Ianto stride off into the kitchen. He was infuriatingly stubborn, a martyr to his work, throwing himself into it in a bid to forget everything else. For a moment the young doctor smiled to himself, standing up. Sometimes, Ianto Jones really did seem very familiar to himself….
“You really don’t have to do this you know.” Owen continued, watching Ianto’s back as he stood in front of the sink, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “You keep telling everyone else to get some rest. But when do you ever get some yourself?”
“I do sleep occasionally.” The younger man replied sarcastically, not turning round to look at him. “Contrary to what you believe I even manage to go home too.”
“Alright, alright….” Owen shook his head, raising his hands in mock surrender even though Ianto couldn’t see him. “I just …….worry, that’s all.”
“Not like you at all.”
“Oh….. thanks.”
“True though.”
“Believe me; it’s on a purely professional basis.” Owen answered bitterly, sub consciously clenching his fists. “Not like I have the capacity to actually care or anything.” He sighed, turning to leave the frustratingly stubborn Welshman alone for once and for all.
“Owen….” A voice rang out behind him, forcing him to spin round. “I didn’t mean it like that….I’m sorry.” Blue eyes searched his desperately, as Ianto finally turned round, holding his wet hands outstretched so that they didn’t drip water onto his trousers. “I didn’t mean to…..well take that out on you.”
“You sure? Because if you want a punch bag I’d get yourself to a gym.” The young medic glared, although he didn’t move away any further.
“No punch bags.” Ianto forced a smile, shaking his head. “It’s just all been so….” He blinked at him, seemingly out of words.
“I know…” Owen sighed, knowing by the tone of his voice what he meant to say. He leant against one of the counters awkwardly, folding his arms. “Do you…..you know….want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.” Ianto smiled again, nodding softly. “Maybe I should go home.”
“I think that would be a good idea. Get some rest right?”
“Only if you do.” Ianto’s eyes were fixed onto his, all humour lost from his features in seconds. “I mean it Owen. You’re doing yourself no favours.”
“And neither are you. Seems we’re as bad as each other you and me.” The older man tried to grin, although he knew that it was lost on them both. He opened his mouth to speak again, but his words fell short, just letting him simply stare at Ianto. Ianto seemed to want to return the gesture, and for countless seconds they both just stood there, staring, almost drinking each other in.
“Wh-……why don’t you want to go home?” Ianto was the first to break the silence, stuttering slightly as if unsure of himself.
“Ahhhh…..” Owen sighed, tearing his eyes from Ianto’s and running a hand through his hair. “Guess it’s because it’s just me you know? Same routine, same TV. I s’pose it’s just a bit lonely there for me right now.” He smiled, watching Ianto curiously. “What about you?”
“I don’t know…..maybe it is that. Maybe it’s because I’ve got nothing to go home for really.” The younger man blushed gently, turning back to his washing up. “Always seems better if I stay here somehow.”
His voice sounded so lost, that it could melt even the stoniest of hearts, and Owen couldn’t help but feel something from it. He had been right, he and Ianto were more alike that he could have ever imagined, and the realisation pulled at emotions within him that he usually chose to ignore. He wanted to comfort him as he stepped forward, resting a gentle hand on his back, the unusual contact between the two men feeling so alien that it almost felt amazing. He felt Ianto’s muscles tense up beneath his touch, and so almost automatically he started moving his hand, rubbing a soft and reassuring circle across the expanse of his shirt and in between his shoulder blades. In a strange instant, Owen almost found himself longing for more contact, the skin of his palm tingling as he continued to stroke Ianto’s soft silk shirt. Swallowing hard, he took another step forward, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s body and resting his chin gently on his back. This time Ianto’s entire body froze, every muscle tensing within him.
“Owen….” The other man barely managed to breathe, staying stock still in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Owen smiled softly rubbing his chin against Ianto’s back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I…..I….” The young Welshman stuttered, shifting slightly beneath his touch. “…..No.”
It was all Owen needed to hear, as he lessened his grip and turned Ianto around softly in his arms so that he had to face him. He moved a hand upwards, using it to hold his neck, to stroke at Ianto’s hairline as he looked at him.
“I don’t want to push you Ianto….”
“You’re not pushing me.”
“You’re sure about that?” Owen laughed gently, watching as Ianto’s face did the same. “Because this is probably a bad idea.”
“You’re probably right.”
“But I want to do it anyway.” The medic said, making sure he sounded more serious this time. “Just to be clear.”
“So do I.” Ianto nodded, before looking down to his hands which he was still holding away from Owen. “But I’m all wet....”
“Kinky bastard.” The medic grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below Ianto’s jaw, pulling their bodies closer. “I don’t really care about that.”
Before Ianto could reply, Owen’s lips were there, soft and gentle at first, yet still pressed against his mouth. Gentle hands were moving gently through Ianto’s hair before the younger man finally felt confident enough to truly return the kiss, his damp hands resting just above Owen’s hips, leaving soapy marks on the fabric of his t-shirt. The older man jumped slightly as the cool water soaked through to his skin, before pulling Ianto further into the kiss, tangling his hands in Ianto’s hair and pushing him backwards against the sink. He was kissing Ianto in earnest now, deepening the kiss and almost groaning as he felt Ianto suck gently on his bottom lip. He’d forgotten how much he had loved this……
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Across Cardiff Bay, in a flat that sat across the water from the Millennium Centre and even more importantly the Hub, two bodies pressed together frantically. They were both topless, one body pressed against the glass of the large window that faced out onto the bay, the dim light dancing gently off his skin. The other man stood in front of him, pushing him back into the glass, kissing long lines down his neck, only stopping when he had to breathe, or when he had to glance down to wrestle open Ianto’s particularly awkward belt. He grinned almost nervously as one of his hands managed to push the fabric of Ianto’s trousers down, leaving the other free to slide down beneath his boxer shorts. Owen smirked in satisfaction, watching as Ianto rose up into the touch, his mouth dropping open into a small short gasp. He had never let himself think about the man like this before, but now that he had the sight in front of him Owen could think of little else. He could see how lucky Jack had been; understand immediately what had made the young Welshman so special. But along with this realisation came another……how could anyone, never mind Jack Harkness have left him? Owen groaned, pushing the idea from his mind, pushing Jack from his mind and focusing clearly on Ianto. After all, that was what all this was about. Yes, it was sex, but in some ways it was more than that. It was time to forget, try and let go of all the abandonment that they had both faced over the past months and simply be. It didn’t matter whether it was Jack or Diane, only that right then, those two people had to be as far from their minds as possible.
Across Cardiff Bay, in a flat that sat across the water from the Millennium Centre and even more importantly the Hub, two bodies pressed together frantically. They were moving in synchronicity, setting each other free. Because finally, both Ianto and Owen had found some way of breaking the shackles that chained them to their past. For a short time at least….
So….what did we think? *Waits nervously* Only my second Owen/Ianto fic so far, so I really am anxious to know what you all think? So if this had entertained you in any way, and if you can spare the time, I really would appreciate your comments. Thank you so much for reading this far though!
Just Being Me a.k.a Sisi
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Rating: 15 (some sexual situations)
Characters: Ianto, Owen, (Jack and Diane mentioned)
Pairings: Ianto/Owen (although Jack/Ianto, Owen/Diane mentioned)
Chapter: One off, although it could become a series if I think about it enough.
Spoilers: If you’ve seen series one, you’ll be fine.
Summary: Jack has left the team, and everyone in the team is having to step up and take control. But what happens when Ianto and Owen both realise that they are more alike than they might have once thought.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Right, so I have reverted back to Ownto land….and I’m nervous as ever, since the pairing is something I haven’t indulged in much….yet anyway. Anyway, I have to give one hell of a lot of credit to thehubsitter here, since half of the ideas in the fic have come from talks I’ve had with her over the past few weeks. And as always, any comments I receive for this really are appreciated, they keep me scribbling a way for a start.
Dedicated to thehubsitter for giving me the ideas, and to naddypants for the smuff that she dedicated to me earlier! Thank you girls! :D
Chances are if you feel lonely, there is always someone else more alone.
Owen Harper couldn’t help but feel that person to him was a certain Ianto Jones.
In the dynamic that was their team, Owen had never really ticked the box that said “compassion”. He was completely aware of that, and in most ways he was glad of it. It was never something that made him feel comfortable, never a side of him that he had really wanted to expose for the entire world to see. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of compassion, not by any means. He let that aspect of his personality lie dormant, because however strongly he felt, they had Gwen for that; it was her job, her function to care for the others. Except, in recent weeks, it had become outstandingly obvious to Owen that Gwen was missing out on something so blindingly obvious that even he could see it.
Ianto Jones. By no means was Owen saying that he could read the younger man, he sincerely doubted that anyone could. Except Jack maybe, but Jack wasn’t there was he? And in his absence Owen had noticed something, some deep seated pain behind the other man’s eyes, which tarnished his young features and aged him beyond his years. He couldn’t be sure what it was, whether it was remorse, anger, maybe even a brief onset of grief, but the point was that he was sure that it was something. And more importantly, that something seemed to have gotten more prominent since their leader’s dramatic disappearance.
It had hit them all; especially around two weeks after Jack had disappeared. Up until them Gwen had been their cornerstone of optimism, maintaining that she believed that Jack was coming back, that he wouldn’t have just left them with nothing more to go on than some scattered papers and dismal scrapings of CCTV. Almost naturally of course neither Tosh or Owen had wanted to commit themselves to any particular belief, Owen taking control and fielding countless UNIT calls from his work station, whilst Tosh had tried to piece together any rift energies, or activities over the recent weeks. It was funny, that the one person who no one ever seemed to even consider was Ianto. Not because this time he was hiding in the shadows, but simply because he was just behaving so…..normally. Coffee would always arrive on their desks at the usual time; the tourist office would remain in its usual pristine state as would the rest of the Hub. The archives would remained full and maintained, with Myfanwy and Janet fed according to their usual routines. It was as if for him, everything was still the same, Ianto even finding the time to provide a soft smile to either Tosh or Gwen, nodding gently and telling them that they really should be going home and getting some rest. In fact over time, Ianto had almost appointed himself as the glue of the team, keeping them altogether, never letting one of them fragment off and shatter the rest. But that wasn’t enough for Owen. He knew that there was something more to it all. And unlike the girls he had the balls to not dance around the subject any longer.
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It was late, about 8pm, the Hub silent apart from the distant cry of Myfanwy circling ahead. The cog door was just settling back to place, its distant grinds and wretches resonating out into the air as Toshiko finally went home. By her desk, a tall, slim suited man was gathering up her two empty coffee mugs and dusting down her monitor, whilst sat at the work station beside him was a doctor, a pen in his mouth, white lab coat dangling from his computer chair.
“Always have to be the last to leave don’t you?” Owen announced, taking the pen from his mouth and flicking through a pile of files that were littered across his desk. He turned his head, looking for Ianto to reply and frowning slightly when he seemingly ignored him. “Ianto?”
“Yes?” Blue eyes finally met with his as Ianto froze behind him, dirty mugs clasped in either hand.
“Why don’t you head off home?”
“Could ask you the same thing Owen.”
“Yeah well…..” The young medic shook his head, tossing his pen down onto his desk flippantly. “I’ve got work to do haven’t I?”
“Then so have I.”
Owen rolled his eyes, looking behind him as he watched Ianto stride off into the kitchen. He was infuriatingly stubborn, a martyr to his work, throwing himself into it in a bid to forget everything else. For a moment the young doctor smiled to himself, standing up. Sometimes, Ianto Jones really did seem very familiar to himself….
“You really don’t have to do this you know.” Owen continued, watching Ianto’s back as he stood in front of the sink, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “You keep telling everyone else to get some rest. But when do you ever get some yourself?”
“I do sleep occasionally.” The younger man replied sarcastically, not turning round to look at him. “Contrary to what you believe I even manage to go home too.”
“Alright, alright….” Owen shook his head, raising his hands in mock surrender even though Ianto couldn’t see him. “I just …….worry, that’s all.”
“Not like you at all.”
“Oh….. thanks.”
“True though.”
“Believe me; it’s on a purely professional basis.” Owen answered bitterly, sub consciously clenching his fists. “Not like I have the capacity to actually care or anything.” He sighed, turning to leave the frustratingly stubborn Welshman alone for once and for all.
“Owen….” A voice rang out behind him, forcing him to spin round. “I didn’t mean it like that….I’m sorry.” Blue eyes searched his desperately, as Ianto finally turned round, holding his wet hands outstretched so that they didn’t drip water onto his trousers. “I didn’t mean to…..well take that out on you.”
“You sure? Because if you want a punch bag I’d get yourself to a gym.” The young medic glared, although he didn’t move away any further.
“No punch bags.” Ianto forced a smile, shaking his head. “It’s just all been so….” He blinked at him, seemingly out of words.
“I know…” Owen sighed, knowing by the tone of his voice what he meant to say. He leant against one of the counters awkwardly, folding his arms. “Do you…..you know….want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.” Ianto smiled again, nodding softly. “Maybe I should go home.”
“I think that would be a good idea. Get some rest right?”
“Only if you do.” Ianto’s eyes were fixed onto his, all humour lost from his features in seconds. “I mean it Owen. You’re doing yourself no favours.”
“And neither are you. Seems we’re as bad as each other you and me.” The older man tried to grin, although he knew that it was lost on them both. He opened his mouth to speak again, but his words fell short, just letting him simply stare at Ianto. Ianto seemed to want to return the gesture, and for countless seconds they both just stood there, staring, almost drinking each other in.
“Wh-……why don’t you want to go home?” Ianto was the first to break the silence, stuttering slightly as if unsure of himself.
“Ahhhh…..” Owen sighed, tearing his eyes from Ianto’s and running a hand through his hair. “Guess it’s because it’s just me you know? Same routine, same TV. I s’pose it’s just a bit lonely there for me right now.” He smiled, watching Ianto curiously. “What about you?”
“I don’t know…..maybe it is that. Maybe it’s because I’ve got nothing to go home for really.” The younger man blushed gently, turning back to his washing up. “Always seems better if I stay here somehow.”
His voice sounded so lost, that it could melt even the stoniest of hearts, and Owen couldn’t help but feel something from it. He had been right, he and Ianto were more alike that he could have ever imagined, and the realisation pulled at emotions within him that he usually chose to ignore. He wanted to comfort him as he stepped forward, resting a gentle hand on his back, the unusual contact between the two men feeling so alien that it almost felt amazing. He felt Ianto’s muscles tense up beneath his touch, and so almost automatically he started moving his hand, rubbing a soft and reassuring circle across the expanse of his shirt and in between his shoulder blades. In a strange instant, Owen almost found himself longing for more contact, the skin of his palm tingling as he continued to stroke Ianto’s soft silk shirt. Swallowing hard, he took another step forward, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s body and resting his chin gently on his back. This time Ianto’s entire body froze, every muscle tensing within him.
“Owen….” The other man barely managed to breathe, staying stock still in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Owen smiled softly rubbing his chin against Ianto’s back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I…..I….” The young Welshman stuttered, shifting slightly beneath his touch. “…..No.”
It was all Owen needed to hear, as he lessened his grip and turned Ianto around softly in his arms so that he had to face him. He moved a hand upwards, using it to hold his neck, to stroke at Ianto’s hairline as he looked at him.
“I don’t want to push you Ianto….”
“You’re not pushing me.”
“You’re sure about that?” Owen laughed gently, watching as Ianto’s face did the same. “Because this is probably a bad idea.”
“You’re probably right.”
“But I want to do it anyway.” The medic said, making sure he sounded more serious this time. “Just to be clear.”
“So do I.” Ianto nodded, before looking down to his hands which he was still holding away from Owen. “But I’m all wet....”
“Kinky bastard.” The medic grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below Ianto’s jaw, pulling their bodies closer. “I don’t really care about that.”
Before Ianto could reply, Owen’s lips were there, soft and gentle at first, yet still pressed against his mouth. Gentle hands were moving gently through Ianto’s hair before the younger man finally felt confident enough to truly return the kiss, his damp hands resting just above Owen’s hips, leaving soapy marks on the fabric of his t-shirt. The older man jumped slightly as the cool water soaked through to his skin, before pulling Ianto further into the kiss, tangling his hands in Ianto’s hair and pushing him backwards against the sink. He was kissing Ianto in earnest now, deepening the kiss and almost groaning as he felt Ianto suck gently on his bottom lip. He’d forgotten how much he had loved this……
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Across Cardiff Bay, in a flat that sat across the water from the Millennium Centre and even more importantly the Hub, two bodies pressed together frantically. They were both topless, one body pressed against the glass of the large window that faced out onto the bay, the dim light dancing gently off his skin. The other man stood in front of him, pushing him back into the glass, kissing long lines down his neck, only stopping when he had to breathe, or when he had to glance down to wrestle open Ianto’s particularly awkward belt. He grinned almost nervously as one of his hands managed to push the fabric of Ianto’s trousers down, leaving the other free to slide down beneath his boxer shorts. Owen smirked in satisfaction, watching as Ianto rose up into the touch, his mouth dropping open into a small short gasp. He had never let himself think about the man like this before, but now that he had the sight in front of him Owen could think of little else. He could see how lucky Jack had been; understand immediately what had made the young Welshman so special. But along with this realisation came another……how could anyone, never mind Jack Harkness have left him? Owen groaned, pushing the idea from his mind, pushing Jack from his mind and focusing clearly on Ianto. After all, that was what all this was about. Yes, it was sex, but in some ways it was more than that. It was time to forget, try and let go of all the abandonment that they had both faced over the past months and simply be. It didn’t matter whether it was Jack or Diane, only that right then, those two people had to be as far from their minds as possible.
Across Cardiff Bay, in a flat that sat across the water from the Millennium Centre and even more importantly the Hub, two bodies pressed together frantically. They were moving in synchronicity, setting each other free. Because finally, both Ianto and Owen had found some way of breaking the shackles that chained them to their past. For a short time at least….
So….what did we think? *Waits nervously* Only my second Owen/Ianto fic so far, so I really am anxious to know what you all think? So if this had entertained you in any way, and if you can spare the time, I really would appreciate your comments. Thank you so much for reading this far though!
Just Being Me a.k.a Sisi
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