Fic: It Started With A Kiss (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: It Started With A Kiss
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 3 To The Last Man
Summary: What happened that night after the kiss in Jack's office?
Word Count: 2316
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Jack was sitting at his desk sorting through some papers when Ianto found him. He came up the back entrance to Jack's office, quietly taking the stairs one at a time, hesitant to enter, to interrupt but the desire to have his questions answered was too powerful to ignore. He was tempted to turn around and go back, but Jack had heard him enter.
“This time tomorrow, he'll be back in 1918,” Jack said, not stopping what he was doing or looking over his shoulder. He just knew Ianto was there, that it was Ianto.
“In his own time,” Ianto lingered by the railing in the dark part of Jack's office. The rest of the Hub had been shut down, everyone had left for the evening. They were all that were left of Torchwood Three's employees, and it's current guests from the past, for the night. He hesitated for a split second, but the question came out anyway, “Would you go back to yours? If you could?”
The question made Jack stop what he was doing. “Why, would you miss me?” Jack sounded amused by the question.
“Yep.” Ianto shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly walked over to Jack's desk. It was a stupid question on Jack's behalf. Of course he would miss him. He had missed him already, when he'd deserted them. Upon his return, Jack had asked Ianto out on a date. It had been quite a nice date too. Dinner at Bellinis, an Italian restaurant in Mermaid Quay. Well, that was before the rift alert had interrupted them. Still, the attempt had been made.
Jack looked down at his paperwork and started shuffling papers again, knowing that Ianto was moving closer. “I left home a long time ago. I don't really know where I really belong.” He paused, and looked up at the glass wall of his office. “Maybe that doesn't matter anymore.”
“I -” Ianto turned and sat down on the edge of Jack's desk. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Jack that he belonged here with him. But they hadn't gotten back there yet. “Don’t you get lonely?” Ianto looked away, but looked back when Jack shoved the files he was shuffling into a folder and closed it.
Jack looked up at Ianto, “Going home wouldn't fix that.” He looked down at his closed hands on his desk. “Being here, I've seen things I never dreamt I'd see. Loved people I never would have known if I'd just stayed where I was.” He looked back up at Ianto, willing him to know that he included him, he meant him. “And I wouldn't change that for the world.”
Ianto stared at him until he couldn't take it anymore. Ianto reached for Jack with one hand on the back of his neck as his mouth captured Jack's. Momentarily stunned, it took a second for Jack to react before he enthusiastically kissed Ianto back. Ianto's hand came up to caress Jack's neck, and Jack's hands found Ianto's shoulders to hold him in place, to make sure he didn't leave. Jack moved his left hand up to the back of Ianto's head, fingers stroking his silky hair as he opened his mouth and Ianto's tongue plunged inside. Jack groaned, his fingers curling in Ianto's hair as he fought the urge to pull the younger man down onto his lap and have his wicked way with him.
Jack wanted more, needed more of Ianto, but ever since he ran off with the Doctor and his subsequent return, his relationship with Ianto had been tenuous, fragile. They had only just started, really, when he'd left. Now, things were different. Ianto was different... cautious, hesitant. Not at work - at work he was more confident than ever. It was when they were alone, Ianto was more quiet, reserved. Not that he'd been gregarious in the first place, but now... It was almost like he was just waiting for Jack to disappear again. To leave him hanging like he had before. When he'd asked him out on a date, Jack was elated when Ianto said yes. He even managed to book a table at a restaurant, picked him up on time. He was the perfect gentleman. Then the rift went crazy during the entree and the night was ruined. Ianto hadn't touched him since he came back. Not until now.
Ianto pulled back, resting his forehead against Jack's, their chests heaving and lips pink and swollen, shiny with spit. Ianto licked his. “Your pheromones are exploding.”
Jack chuckled. “It's been a while.”
“Really?” Ianto lifted his head and looked down at Jack.
He made sure he had Ianto's full attention when he cupped his lover's cheeks and said, “There's been no one since you.”
Ianto swallowed. “N-not... not even your Doctor?”
Jack barked out a laugh. “No. No, Ianto. The Doc and I were never like that. Don't get me wrong, in the past when I was travelling with him I wouldn't have said no, but... he was in love with someone else. Not that it worked out for him. It never does. The Doc doesn't ah, 'mix' with humans.” Jack's hands fell away from Ianto's face to the desk.
“Oh.” Ianto nodded his understanding. “But you would have, if he was interested.”
“Not this time,” Jack said softly, standing up. “This time I was well and truly taken. Or I hoped I was.”
“You were,” Ianto said quickly, and then looked away, gripping the edge of the desk. “Um. I should probably go. It's late.”
“You could stay?” Jack asked hopefully, holding out his hand. “We don't have to, you know, do anything. Just sleep if you want. But you could stay.” Ianto looked at Jack, then down at his hand. Jack's face fell, and he looked down as he dropped his arm only to have it caught by Ianto's. He looked up, surprised.
“I could stay,” Ianto gave him a small smile, his nervousness evident on his face.
Jack's smile widened to a grin. “Let me power everything down, and we can head down now.”
Ianto nodded, and pointed to the three computers on the lower level, indicating that he was going to go and make sure that they were shut down for the night. Jack waved him off and watched him go, making sure he was heading back to him before tapping the relevant keys on his keyboard to shut his own system down and turn the remote monitoring over to the mobile diversions.
Ianto waited for him before descending into Jack's room and meticulously discarding his clothes, hanging them up so they wouldn't be wrinkled for the next day. Jack, on the other hand, pulled his clothes off, balled them up and tossed them into the corner than that been relegated as the dirty clothes pile. Ianto rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement.
“What?” Jack asked, his arms wide.
“Some things just never change,” Ianto mused.
Jack stalked over to him and stood in front of him. “I told you all when I first came back, you don't mess with this kind of perfection.”
Ianto's eyes glittered in the light that filtered through from the Hub above. “No. I should hope not,” he said honestly.
Jack swallowed hard. “I'm going to kiss you again. I hope that's okay.”
He didn't wait for an answer, just hooked his hand around Ianto's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Ianto kissed him back, his tongue tangling with Jack's, stroking and teasing playfully. Jack groaned, the stirrings of desire swirling low in his belly as he felt his cock start to swell and lengthen. Ianto's hand found it's way into his boxers, pushing them out of the way and circling his cock. Jack's mouth widened in surprise as Ianto stroked him hard and fast, twisting his wrist on the upstroke around the head and massaging the sensitive, wet skin with his thumb, dipping into the slit and pressing on the bundle of nerves under the head. Jack's head was spinning with sensation as he writhed in Ianto's arms, thrusting into his hand as he jerked him faster and faster.
“Fuck, I'm going to come!” Jack whined as Ianto latched onto the skin below his ear and sucked hard, his hand a vice on his cock, his thigh between Jack's legs so Jack could thrust against him, his balls massaged against the muscle of Ianto's leg, his knees giving way as his weight crashed onto Ianto.
“C'mon Jack, let go for me. Come all over me, hot and fast. Dirty me up, Jack. Mark me, make me yours again. Put your scent all over me. Don't you want to rub it into my skin and claim me like you did last time?” Ianto asked in his ear. “Fucking do it, Jack. Fucking come. Come all over me.” Jack howled as he erupted all over Ianto's hand and chest, rope after rope of warm, creamy liquid wrung out of his cock as Ianto continued to stroke him through his orgasm. “That's it Jack. Just like that,” Ianto praised, before Jack claimed his mouth, clinging to Ianto's shoulders as he kissed the breath out of him. They fell to the ground as Jack shoved Ianto's underwear out of the way until he had his hand around Ianto's rock hard and soaking wet cock, pre-come leaking out of it like a tap. He only had to pull on it five times before Ianto came all over Jack, fingers digging into Jack's biceps so hard he knew he'd have bruises in the morning, but he didn't care.
It was worth it.
Their kisses became languid as rush of the orgasms dissipated, leaving behind a sated and satiated feeling.
“We should clean up,” Ianto mused, looking down at himself.
Jack grinned. “I like you like this. Covered in me.”
“You're the only man in the universe that could give Donald Trump a run for his money on the size of his ego, you know that don't you?” Ianto asked, rolling to lay on his back. Jack did exactly what Ianto had taunted him with and rubbed his release into Ianto's skin, drawing patterns with his fingers and revelling at the way Ianto's muscles quivered under his touch.
“You like my ego this big,” Jack replied. “And you better not be giving ol' Don any mind blowing orgasms like that.”
Ianto half-heartedly shoved at Jack. “I think one egomaniac is quite enough.”
Jack rested his chin on Ianto's chest. “So. Does this mean we're... us again?”
Ianto looked at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head to look at Jack. “I... can't go back to what we were before you left.” Ianto swallowed hard. “Too much has happened. I've changed, you've changed.”
Jack looked heartbroken. “I see.” He closed his eyes, not wanting Ianto to see his devastation.
“So I think we should take this one day at a time, and... see where it goes.”
Jack eyes opened in surprise. “Really?”
“Really.”
Jack grinned as he pushed himself up to get closer to Ianto's face. He really wanted to kiss him again. “Okay.”
“I only have one stipulation.”
“What's that?” Jack asked, worry filling him with dread.
“If you're going to go off with that Doctor of yours again, you at least leave a post-it note or something. Even a Dear John letter, an email. Anything. 'Thanks for the memories, it was nice while it lasted'. Anything is preferable to a missing persons report.” Ianto looked back up at the ceiling. “That's all I ask. Nothing else.”
“Ianto-”
“C'mon. Shower and bed.” Ianto got to his feet and held out his hand to Jack. He knew it was the end of the conversation - Ianto would not discuss it further, at least not that night. Rather than start an argument, Jack accepted his help and after a quick shower together, they climbed into Jack's cot.
Lying in bed holding this man in his arms, Jack knew that this was where he needed to be. This was the reason that he returned to Cardiff. Right here, right now. This man. This was what he would never change. Even if he lost him tomorrow, he wouldn't change anything for the world, because Ianto was someone so special, someone that only came along once in a lifetime, no matter how many lifetimes Jack had to endure. He had once thought it was Gwen that was his heart, but … he was realising more and more that it was Ianto that was the true love of his life. He'd had a lot of time to think while he was stuck on the Valiant, chained up and tortured. His mind and drifted between the two people who had come to mean the most to him. Gwen and Ianto. In the end, though, he knew that Ianto knew what it truly meant to forgive. Ianto knew how to love with everything he had. It was all he could do. He couldn't stop it - it was just who he was. If Jack was lucky enough to have Ianto fall in love with him, then he had to grab it with both hands and treasure it.
That was exactly what he intended to do.
“Thank you,” Jack said softly, pressing a kiss to Ianto's hair. Ianto moved his head from where it was laying over Jack's heart and looked up. “For staying.”
Ianto smiled. “No place I'd rather be.”
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 3 To The Last Man
Summary: What happened that night after the kiss in Jack's office?
Word Count: 2316
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Jack was sitting at his desk sorting through some papers when Ianto found him. He came up the back entrance to Jack's office, quietly taking the stairs one at a time, hesitant to enter, to interrupt but the desire to have his questions answered was too powerful to ignore. He was tempted to turn around and go back, but Jack had heard him enter.
“This time tomorrow, he'll be back in 1918,” Jack said, not stopping what he was doing or looking over his shoulder. He just knew Ianto was there, that it was Ianto.
“In his own time,” Ianto lingered by the railing in the dark part of Jack's office. The rest of the Hub had been shut down, everyone had left for the evening. They were all that were left of Torchwood Three's employees, and it's current guests from the past, for the night. He hesitated for a split second, but the question came out anyway, “Would you go back to yours? If you could?”
The question made Jack stop what he was doing. “Why, would you miss me?” Jack sounded amused by the question.
“Yep.” Ianto shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly walked over to Jack's desk. It was a stupid question on Jack's behalf. Of course he would miss him. He had missed him already, when he'd deserted them. Upon his return, Jack had asked Ianto out on a date. It had been quite a nice date too. Dinner at Bellinis, an Italian restaurant in Mermaid Quay. Well, that was before the rift alert had interrupted them. Still, the attempt had been made.
Jack looked down at his paperwork and started shuffling papers again, knowing that Ianto was moving closer. “I left home a long time ago. I don't really know where I really belong.” He paused, and looked up at the glass wall of his office. “Maybe that doesn't matter anymore.”
“I -” Ianto turned and sat down on the edge of Jack's desk. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Jack that he belonged here with him. But they hadn't gotten back there yet. “Don’t you get lonely?” Ianto looked away, but looked back when Jack shoved the files he was shuffling into a folder and closed it.
Jack looked up at Ianto, “Going home wouldn't fix that.” He looked down at his closed hands on his desk. “Being here, I've seen things I never dreamt I'd see. Loved people I never would have known if I'd just stayed where I was.” He looked back up at Ianto, willing him to know that he included him, he meant him. “And I wouldn't change that for the world.”
Ianto stared at him until he couldn't take it anymore. Ianto reached for Jack with one hand on the back of his neck as his mouth captured Jack's. Momentarily stunned, it took a second for Jack to react before he enthusiastically kissed Ianto back. Ianto's hand came up to caress Jack's neck, and Jack's hands found Ianto's shoulders to hold him in place, to make sure he didn't leave. Jack moved his left hand up to the back of Ianto's head, fingers stroking his silky hair as he opened his mouth and Ianto's tongue plunged inside. Jack groaned, his fingers curling in Ianto's hair as he fought the urge to pull the younger man down onto his lap and have his wicked way with him.
Jack wanted more, needed more of Ianto, but ever since he ran off with the Doctor and his subsequent return, his relationship with Ianto had been tenuous, fragile. They had only just started, really, when he'd left. Now, things were different. Ianto was different... cautious, hesitant. Not at work - at work he was more confident than ever. It was when they were alone, Ianto was more quiet, reserved. Not that he'd been gregarious in the first place, but now... It was almost like he was just waiting for Jack to disappear again. To leave him hanging like he had before. When he'd asked him out on a date, Jack was elated when Ianto said yes. He even managed to book a table at a restaurant, picked him up on time. He was the perfect gentleman. Then the rift went crazy during the entree and the night was ruined. Ianto hadn't touched him since he came back. Not until now.
Ianto pulled back, resting his forehead against Jack's, their chests heaving and lips pink and swollen, shiny with spit. Ianto licked his. “Your pheromones are exploding.”
Jack chuckled. “It's been a while.”
“Really?” Ianto lifted his head and looked down at Jack.
He made sure he had Ianto's full attention when he cupped his lover's cheeks and said, “There's been no one since you.”
Ianto swallowed. “N-not... not even your Doctor?”
Jack barked out a laugh. “No. No, Ianto. The Doc and I were never like that. Don't get me wrong, in the past when I was travelling with him I wouldn't have said no, but... he was in love with someone else. Not that it worked out for him. It never does. The Doc doesn't ah, 'mix' with humans.” Jack's hands fell away from Ianto's face to the desk.
“Oh.” Ianto nodded his understanding. “But you would have, if he was interested.”
“Not this time,” Jack said softly, standing up. “This time I was well and truly taken. Or I hoped I was.”
“You were,” Ianto said quickly, and then looked away, gripping the edge of the desk. “Um. I should probably go. It's late.”
“You could stay?” Jack asked hopefully, holding out his hand. “We don't have to, you know, do anything. Just sleep if you want. But you could stay.” Ianto looked at Jack, then down at his hand. Jack's face fell, and he looked down as he dropped his arm only to have it caught by Ianto's. He looked up, surprised.
“I could stay,” Ianto gave him a small smile, his nervousness evident on his face.
Jack's smile widened to a grin. “Let me power everything down, and we can head down now.”
Ianto nodded, and pointed to the three computers on the lower level, indicating that he was going to go and make sure that they were shut down for the night. Jack waved him off and watched him go, making sure he was heading back to him before tapping the relevant keys on his keyboard to shut his own system down and turn the remote monitoring over to the mobile diversions.
Ianto waited for him before descending into Jack's room and meticulously discarding his clothes, hanging them up so they wouldn't be wrinkled for the next day. Jack, on the other hand, pulled his clothes off, balled them up and tossed them into the corner than that been relegated as the dirty clothes pile. Ianto rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement.
“What?” Jack asked, his arms wide.
“Some things just never change,” Ianto mused.
Jack stalked over to him and stood in front of him. “I told you all when I first came back, you don't mess with this kind of perfection.”
Ianto's eyes glittered in the light that filtered through from the Hub above. “No. I should hope not,” he said honestly.
Jack swallowed hard. “I'm going to kiss you again. I hope that's okay.”
He didn't wait for an answer, just hooked his hand around Ianto's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Ianto kissed him back, his tongue tangling with Jack's, stroking and teasing playfully. Jack groaned, the stirrings of desire swirling low in his belly as he felt his cock start to swell and lengthen. Ianto's hand found it's way into his boxers, pushing them out of the way and circling his cock. Jack's mouth widened in surprise as Ianto stroked him hard and fast, twisting his wrist on the upstroke around the head and massaging the sensitive, wet skin with his thumb, dipping into the slit and pressing on the bundle of nerves under the head. Jack's head was spinning with sensation as he writhed in Ianto's arms, thrusting into his hand as he jerked him faster and faster.
“Fuck, I'm going to come!” Jack whined as Ianto latched onto the skin below his ear and sucked hard, his hand a vice on his cock, his thigh between Jack's legs so Jack could thrust against him, his balls massaged against the muscle of Ianto's leg, his knees giving way as his weight crashed onto Ianto.
“C'mon Jack, let go for me. Come all over me, hot and fast. Dirty me up, Jack. Mark me, make me yours again. Put your scent all over me. Don't you want to rub it into my skin and claim me like you did last time?” Ianto asked in his ear. “Fucking do it, Jack. Fucking come. Come all over me.” Jack howled as he erupted all over Ianto's hand and chest, rope after rope of warm, creamy liquid wrung out of his cock as Ianto continued to stroke him through his orgasm. “That's it Jack. Just like that,” Ianto praised, before Jack claimed his mouth, clinging to Ianto's shoulders as he kissed the breath out of him. They fell to the ground as Jack shoved Ianto's underwear out of the way until he had his hand around Ianto's rock hard and soaking wet cock, pre-come leaking out of it like a tap. He only had to pull on it five times before Ianto came all over Jack, fingers digging into Jack's biceps so hard he knew he'd have bruises in the morning, but he didn't care.
It was worth it.
Their kisses became languid as rush of the orgasms dissipated, leaving behind a sated and satiated feeling.
“We should clean up,” Ianto mused, looking down at himself.
Jack grinned. “I like you like this. Covered in me.”
“You're the only man in the universe that could give Donald Trump a run for his money on the size of his ego, you know that don't you?” Ianto asked, rolling to lay on his back. Jack did exactly what Ianto had taunted him with and rubbed his release into Ianto's skin, drawing patterns with his fingers and revelling at the way Ianto's muscles quivered under his touch.
“You like my ego this big,” Jack replied. “And you better not be giving ol' Don any mind blowing orgasms like that.”
Ianto half-heartedly shoved at Jack. “I think one egomaniac is quite enough.”
Jack rested his chin on Ianto's chest. “So. Does this mean we're... us again?”
Ianto looked at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head to look at Jack. “I... can't go back to what we were before you left.” Ianto swallowed hard. “Too much has happened. I've changed, you've changed.”
Jack looked heartbroken. “I see.” He closed his eyes, not wanting Ianto to see his devastation.
“So I think we should take this one day at a time, and... see where it goes.”
Jack eyes opened in surprise. “Really?”
“Really.”
Jack grinned as he pushed himself up to get closer to Ianto's face. He really wanted to kiss him again. “Okay.”
“I only have one stipulation.”
“What's that?” Jack asked, worry filling him with dread.
“If you're going to go off with that Doctor of yours again, you at least leave a post-it note or something. Even a Dear John letter, an email. Anything. 'Thanks for the memories, it was nice while it lasted'. Anything is preferable to a missing persons report.” Ianto looked back up at the ceiling. “That's all I ask. Nothing else.”
“Ianto-”
“C'mon. Shower and bed.” Ianto got to his feet and held out his hand to Jack. He knew it was the end of the conversation - Ianto would not discuss it further, at least not that night. Rather than start an argument, Jack accepted his help and after a quick shower together, they climbed into Jack's cot.
Lying in bed holding this man in his arms, Jack knew that this was where he needed to be. This was the reason that he returned to Cardiff. Right here, right now. This man. This was what he would never change. Even if he lost him tomorrow, he wouldn't change anything for the world, because Ianto was someone so special, someone that only came along once in a lifetime, no matter how many lifetimes Jack had to endure. He had once thought it was Gwen that was his heart, but … he was realising more and more that it was Ianto that was the true love of his life. He'd had a lot of time to think while he was stuck on the Valiant, chained up and tortured. His mind and drifted between the two people who had come to mean the most to him. Gwen and Ianto. In the end, though, he knew that Ianto knew what it truly meant to forgive. Ianto knew how to love with everything he had. It was all he could do. He couldn't stop it - it was just who he was. If Jack was lucky enough to have Ianto fall in love with him, then he had to grab it with both hands and treasure it.
That was exactly what he intended to do.
“Thank you,” Jack said softly, pressing a kiss to Ianto's hair. Ianto moved his head from where it was laying over Jack's heart and looked up. “For staying.”
Ianto smiled. “No place I'd rather be.”