Eclipsed
Jack Harkness it seemed was an ideal alarm clock.
Without fail, every morning for the past two months now, Ianto had been woken up by soft groans and growls that reverberated through the cold bedroom air, an immediate low assault on his eardrums. The next feeling he would be greeted with would be a gentle, moist pressure against his neck, the feeling of lips gently caressing his skin, following a slow, meandering line down onto his left shoulder. If he kept his eyes closed and struggled to keep his mouth firmly shut, Ianto could even push Jack unwittingly further, pretending to stay asleep whilst that talented right hand wound its way purposely down his chest…
As usual, Ianto’s eyes couldn’t help but snap open when he felt Jack’s hand on his groin, the mere gesture successfully tearing a soft gasp from his lips. He blinked hard in the darkened room, his eyes immediately meeting those of Jack’s, his pupils so large and dark in their dim surroundings. A smile immediately sprang to his face, and the Captain leant forward, pressing the most fleeting of kisses to Ianto’s lips.
“Good morning.”
“Morning…” Ianto could only grin in response, as Jack moved again, pulling him into a more satisfying kiss. When they parted he raised his eyebrow, trying to preserve an unimpressed visage whilst he stroked the Captain’s face with his right hand, instantly giving himself away. “You do realise that you’re just adding to a pile of evidence though don’t you…?”
“Evidence?” Jack gave him a genuinely confused look.
“Of harassment….sir.”
“Ahhhh….”Jack smirked quickly, his eyes almost glinting. “So I’m assuming that this…” He very gently moved his right hand, stroking Ianto almost painfully slowly. “…is classed as sexual harassment too, right?”
“No…” Breathlessly Ianto shook his head, before pulling Jack into a hurried kiss, his tongue lapping out and caressing Jack’s bottom lip before pushing open his mouth. He tried to maintain the intensity of the kiss for as long as possible until Jack increased the pace of his right hand, forcing Ianto to pull away and moan gently. “But it will be….if you don’t finish what you’ve started…”
It was no surprise that that was all the encouragement Jack needed, and slowly but surely he adjusted his position, lying on top of Ianto, his mouth busily working its way thoroughly down his torso. Hands teased at elastic, and soft, moaned curses gently rolled from Ianto’s mouth, spilling out from between his teeth in hushed, muffled tones. His hands firmly knotted in Jack’s hair, Ianto lost all awareness of his surroundings, his body tense and lusting as his head lolled back against his pillows. He was all but lost, his eyes part open, pupils darkened whilst a pleasure induced haze swirled in front of his vision.
9.34am
He had been ready to let go completely until that moment, the exact second when his eyes met with the flashing numbers that greeted him courtesy of the rather out dated alarm clock by his bed. Instantly Ianto froze, every muscle rigid as he sat bolt upright, his eyes the very image of confusion.
“Jack!”
“What?” The voice that replied was muffled by both the sheets and Jack’s insistence of keeping his face pressed to Ianto’s groin.
“We’ve overslept.”
“And?”
“And you let me!” Wriggling now, Ianto fought his way from Jack’s touch, inching up the bed to evade his grasp, his dreams of a slow and gentle fuck forgotten in seconds.
“I’m your boss.”
“That’s no excuse. It’s not right.”
“You can’t be telling me that that didn’t feel right though…” Jack smirked as he reluctantly moved away, although he left one arm outstretched, his touch ghosting up Ianto’s arm.
“That’s not the point.” More to save face than anything else Ianto leapt out of bed, his hands pulling his boxers back into place quickly as he did so. His features agitated and frustrated, and a nervous hand combing through his hair Ianto turned his gaze back to Jack, his tone stern and assertive. “Get dressed… now…Gwen’s going to kill us.”
“Yan…answer me something.”
“What?”
“What time is it?”
“Just gone half nine. Which means we are late and-”
“I know what it means.” Jack rolled his eyes, before failing to stop a soft, smug laugh from escaping his lips. “But haven’t you noticed something?”
“We don’t have time for games, Jack…”
“Just think for a second, Yan…” The Captain smiled, his blue eyes fixed on the furrow in Ianto’s brow. “And if that fails, take a look out of the window.”
The shocked gasp that left Ianto’s mouth seconds later was most definitely a satisfying one, and his face bearing an irrepressible grin Jack got up himself, moving to stand behind Ianto and look over his shoulder. The sight outside was exactly the same as it had been an hour before when he had first woken up himself, one that for a summer’s morning was completely out of place. After all, what should have been a bright, blue sky was simply a pure blanket of black, completely opaque like the darkest of dark nights. The streets of Cardiff were completely shrouded in shadow, the only illumination coming from the coloured, orb like street lamps which threw light out onto the pavement below. In the sky there was no trace of a sun, of stars or even of a moon, the heavens suddenly reduced to little more than a blank velveteen canvas.
Ianto’s body lost balance and rocked on the spot slightly, causing Jack to reach out and steady him, his arms winding round the slim waist and pulling him back to rest against him. “Now do you see what I mean?”
“Jack…” Ianto simply breathed, blinking hard as if to correct his vision. “What the hell is going on here?”
“The sun didn’t bother getting up. I can’t blame it really…immortality can have that effect on you…”
“Jack!” Spinning round in his arms Ianto’s eyes met with his Captain’s, his expression harsh and furious. “The world is completely in darkness and you’re making jokes.”
“Not the world…” Jack smiled, unfazed by his lover’s reaction. “Just Cardiff, it’s the Rift.” He shrugged, pulling Ianto away from the window slightly, his eyes slowly shifting down Ianto’s body before moving back up to his face. “Happens every century or so. You think is bad, you should have seen it in the 1800’s. People spent the day running around and screaming about the Apocalypse. Not the best day to be getting over a hang over if I remember rightly.”
“This isn’t funny Jack…what if this is different? What if-”
“Do you think I’m that irresponsible?” Jack sighed softly, admiring Ianto’s awareness for the safety of Cardiff and yet at the same time hating it right then. “Don’t ask me why but occasionally the Rift gives out this layer of thin, opaque particles, usually enough to cover Cardiff and very little else. It stays in the atmosphere and absorbs light until it eventually is broken down. It’s harmless, every toxicity test Torchwood has proves it.”
“Then we need to get to the Hub…temperatures are going to start plummeting and we have to be there to help-”
“It emits heat as it breaks down. So sure, it’s gonna be pretty cold but as long as people stay inside they should be fine.” Jack sighed, a gentle smiling playing out across his features. “So basically everyone just gets an extra day in bed.”
“It can’t be that simple…people will be asking questions Jack. Lot’s of them.”
“Then they can repeat the answers I gave the Prime Minister and the Mayor this morning. There’s a full cover story, complete with a set of very convincing yet falsified graphs, photo’s and weather charts.” Jack smirked, leaning forward and pressing a row of gentle kisses to Ianto’s neck, feeling him shudder slightly under his touch.
“Y-you knew about this?”
“Yeah…” Laughing into the hollow of Ianto’s collar bone, Jack added a gentle nip of his teeth amongst the assault of kisses he was littering Ianto’s skin with. “The Rift was showing signs so I pulled everything together.” He grinned, his tongue tracing a gentle trail back to Ianto’s neck. “I’ve been planning this time for us for quite a while.”
“Time for us?”
“I’ve told Gwen to stay home with Rhys…” Jack nodded softly, moving away so that he could look Ianto in the eye, the smirk suddenly missing from his features. “I thought…it could just be us. Just for today.”
“And you want that?” Ianto’s concerns for the world outside were lost instantly, his heart seemingly beating harder in his chest all of a sudden. “Really?”
“Really.” Jack smiled. “There’s no one else…” He tripped over the rest of the words, his eyes desperately meeting with Ianto’s and trying to convey what his words could not. “Please tell me you know what I’m trying to say…”
“You don’t have to say anything, Jack.” Leaning forward Ianto pressed a loving, lingering kiss to his lover’s lips, his arms wrapping around his broad back and keeping him in a tight embrace as they parted. “In fact please…don’t. You’ll only complicate things.”
“You mean you don’t want…us?” Jack began to utter.
“No…I meant that we both know how we feel…so why complicate things by trying to explain it?” He grinned, moving closer and pressing another, more fleeting kiss to Jack, his hands moving up to hold his face. “We don’t need it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Ianto laughed, pushing Jack backwards until his legs knocked against the side of his bed before pulling him into another, deeper and more passionate kiss. Careful not to push too hard Ianto gently pressed on Jack’s shoulders, causing them both to fall back onto the bed, their legs forming a tangled mass of limbs whilst their mouths firmly remained attached, lips moving together more frantically with each passing moment. The lust from before had quickly returned, now heightened and intensified due to the sheer effect of their brief, yet comforting conversation. Understanding could now wash over them, accompanied with a deep sense of need and laced with an electric passion.
After all, on that dark, eclipsed day, it felt as if they had all the time in the world.
END
Without fail, every morning for the past two months now, Ianto had been woken up by soft groans and growls that reverberated through the cold bedroom air, an immediate low assault on his eardrums. The next feeling he would be greeted with would be a gentle, moist pressure against his neck, the feeling of lips gently caressing his skin, following a slow, meandering line down onto his left shoulder. If he kept his eyes closed and struggled to keep his mouth firmly shut, Ianto could even push Jack unwittingly further, pretending to stay asleep whilst that talented right hand wound its way purposely down his chest…
As usual, Ianto’s eyes couldn’t help but snap open when he felt Jack’s hand on his groin, the mere gesture successfully tearing a soft gasp from his lips. He blinked hard in the darkened room, his eyes immediately meeting those of Jack’s, his pupils so large and dark in their dim surroundings. A smile immediately sprang to his face, and the Captain leant forward, pressing the most fleeting of kisses to Ianto’s lips.
“Good morning.”
“Morning…” Ianto could only grin in response, as Jack moved again, pulling him into a more satisfying kiss. When they parted he raised his eyebrow, trying to preserve an unimpressed visage whilst he stroked the Captain’s face with his right hand, instantly giving himself away. “You do realise that you’re just adding to a pile of evidence though don’t you…?”
“Evidence?” Jack gave him a genuinely confused look.
“Of harassment….sir.”
“Ahhhh….”Jack smirked quickly, his eyes almost glinting. “So I’m assuming that this…” He very gently moved his right hand, stroking Ianto almost painfully slowly. “…is classed as sexual harassment too, right?”
“No…” Breathlessly Ianto shook his head, before pulling Jack into a hurried kiss, his tongue lapping out and caressing Jack’s bottom lip before pushing open his mouth. He tried to maintain the intensity of the kiss for as long as possible until Jack increased the pace of his right hand, forcing Ianto to pull away and moan gently. “But it will be….if you don’t finish what you’ve started…”
It was no surprise that that was all the encouragement Jack needed, and slowly but surely he adjusted his position, lying on top of Ianto, his mouth busily working its way thoroughly down his torso. Hands teased at elastic, and soft, moaned curses gently rolled from Ianto’s mouth, spilling out from between his teeth in hushed, muffled tones. His hands firmly knotted in Jack’s hair, Ianto lost all awareness of his surroundings, his body tense and lusting as his head lolled back against his pillows. He was all but lost, his eyes part open, pupils darkened whilst a pleasure induced haze swirled in front of his vision.
9.34am
He had been ready to let go completely until that moment, the exact second when his eyes met with the flashing numbers that greeted him courtesy of the rather out dated alarm clock by his bed. Instantly Ianto froze, every muscle rigid as he sat bolt upright, his eyes the very image of confusion.
“Jack!”
“What?” The voice that replied was muffled by both the sheets and Jack’s insistence of keeping his face pressed to Ianto’s groin.
“We’ve overslept.”
“And?”
“And you let me!” Wriggling now, Ianto fought his way from Jack’s touch, inching up the bed to evade his grasp, his dreams of a slow and gentle fuck forgotten in seconds.
“I’m your boss.”
“That’s no excuse. It’s not right.”
“You can’t be telling me that that didn’t feel right though…” Jack smirked as he reluctantly moved away, although he left one arm outstretched, his touch ghosting up Ianto’s arm.
“That’s not the point.” More to save face than anything else Ianto leapt out of bed, his hands pulling his boxers back into place quickly as he did so. His features agitated and frustrated, and a nervous hand combing through his hair Ianto turned his gaze back to Jack, his tone stern and assertive. “Get dressed… now…Gwen’s going to kill us.”
“Yan…answer me something.”
“What?”
“What time is it?”
“Just gone half nine. Which means we are late and-”
“I know what it means.” Jack rolled his eyes, before failing to stop a soft, smug laugh from escaping his lips. “But haven’t you noticed something?”
“We don’t have time for games, Jack…”
“Just think for a second, Yan…” The Captain smiled, his blue eyes fixed on the furrow in Ianto’s brow. “And if that fails, take a look out of the window.”
The shocked gasp that left Ianto’s mouth seconds later was most definitely a satisfying one, and his face bearing an irrepressible grin Jack got up himself, moving to stand behind Ianto and look over his shoulder. The sight outside was exactly the same as it had been an hour before when he had first woken up himself, one that for a summer’s morning was completely out of place. After all, what should have been a bright, blue sky was simply a pure blanket of black, completely opaque like the darkest of dark nights. The streets of Cardiff were completely shrouded in shadow, the only illumination coming from the coloured, orb like street lamps which threw light out onto the pavement below. In the sky there was no trace of a sun, of stars or even of a moon, the heavens suddenly reduced to little more than a blank velveteen canvas.
Ianto’s body lost balance and rocked on the spot slightly, causing Jack to reach out and steady him, his arms winding round the slim waist and pulling him back to rest against him. “Now do you see what I mean?”
“Jack…” Ianto simply breathed, blinking hard as if to correct his vision. “What the hell is going on here?”
“The sun didn’t bother getting up. I can’t blame it really…immortality can have that effect on you…”
“Jack!” Spinning round in his arms Ianto’s eyes met with his Captain’s, his expression harsh and furious. “The world is completely in darkness and you’re making jokes.”
“Not the world…” Jack smiled, unfazed by his lover’s reaction. “Just Cardiff, it’s the Rift.” He shrugged, pulling Ianto away from the window slightly, his eyes slowly shifting down Ianto’s body before moving back up to his face. “Happens every century or so. You think is bad, you should have seen it in the 1800’s. People spent the day running around and screaming about the Apocalypse. Not the best day to be getting over a hang over if I remember rightly.”
“This isn’t funny Jack…what if this is different? What if-”
“Do you think I’m that irresponsible?” Jack sighed softly, admiring Ianto’s awareness for the safety of Cardiff and yet at the same time hating it right then. “Don’t ask me why but occasionally the Rift gives out this layer of thin, opaque particles, usually enough to cover Cardiff and very little else. It stays in the atmosphere and absorbs light until it eventually is broken down. It’s harmless, every toxicity test Torchwood has proves it.”
“Then we need to get to the Hub…temperatures are going to start plummeting and we have to be there to help-”
“It emits heat as it breaks down. So sure, it’s gonna be pretty cold but as long as people stay inside they should be fine.” Jack sighed, a gentle smiling playing out across his features. “So basically everyone just gets an extra day in bed.”
“It can’t be that simple…people will be asking questions Jack. Lot’s of them.”
“Then they can repeat the answers I gave the Prime Minister and the Mayor this morning. There’s a full cover story, complete with a set of very convincing yet falsified graphs, photo’s and weather charts.” Jack smirked, leaning forward and pressing a row of gentle kisses to Ianto’s neck, feeling him shudder slightly under his touch.
“Y-you knew about this?”
“Yeah…” Laughing into the hollow of Ianto’s collar bone, Jack added a gentle nip of his teeth amongst the assault of kisses he was littering Ianto’s skin with. “The Rift was showing signs so I pulled everything together.” He grinned, his tongue tracing a gentle trail back to Ianto’s neck. “I’ve been planning this time for us for quite a while.”
“Time for us?”
“I’ve told Gwen to stay home with Rhys…” Jack nodded softly, moving away so that he could look Ianto in the eye, the smirk suddenly missing from his features. “I thought…it could just be us. Just for today.”
“And you want that?” Ianto’s concerns for the world outside were lost instantly, his heart seemingly beating harder in his chest all of a sudden. “Really?”
“Really.” Jack smiled. “There’s no one else…” He tripped over the rest of the words, his eyes desperately meeting with Ianto’s and trying to convey what his words could not. “Please tell me you know what I’m trying to say…”
“You don’t have to say anything, Jack.” Leaning forward Ianto pressed a loving, lingering kiss to his lover’s lips, his arms wrapping around his broad back and keeping him in a tight embrace as they parted. “In fact please…don’t. You’ll only complicate things.”
“You mean you don’t want…us?” Jack began to utter.
“No…I meant that we both know how we feel…so why complicate things by trying to explain it?” He grinned, moving closer and pressing another, more fleeting kiss to Jack, his hands moving up to hold his face. “We don’t need it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Ianto laughed, pushing Jack backwards until his legs knocked against the side of his bed before pulling him into another, deeper and more passionate kiss. Careful not to push too hard Ianto gently pressed on Jack’s shoulders, causing them both to fall back onto the bed, their legs forming a tangled mass of limbs whilst their mouths firmly remained attached, lips moving together more frantically with each passing moment. The lust from before had quickly returned, now heightened and intensified due to the sheer effect of their brief, yet comforting conversation. Understanding could now wash over them, accompanied with a deep sense of need and laced with an electric passion.
After all, on that dark, eclipsed day, it felt as if they had all the time in the world.
END