If I lay here..... (Torchwood Ficlet)
The clouds above started to circle around as they started to appear greyer in the sky. The predicted rain was coming after all which was a relief as it would wash off the guilt that my companion and I both shared. Lying in the grass on a field a bit outside Cardiff I let the sky take me away from the world, away from the guilt.
I looked over at the person who was lying next to me. Shortish chocolate brown hair seemed to move with the breeze, his dark blue eyes focused on the sky above. Peter Clarkson was one of the most interesting people that I had ever met. Jack had been right to recruit him after his help in an investigation even though he had been one of the ‘victims’. He had been Jack’s lover until four months ago when Peter had slept with his first love. Now he was lying next to me trying to forget what he had done back at the hub the night before. I had decided to join him because it had been two years since Lisa had died.
“Why did I let Jack lead me to his bed?” Peter asked looking at me with those dark blue eyes.
“You were emotional, drunk, lonely.....” I answered before veering off.
“I’m sorry Ianto, you really must hate me since.....”
“No I don’t, Jack always cheats and I have learnt to deal with it.” I answered with a smile.
“You are quite right about being lonely. “ He told me reaching out and touching my hand. “I’ve never really lived with anyone, not even Jeremy.” He added starting to rub my fingers quite delicately.
I finally took his hand into mine before rolling over, kissing him softly on the lips.
“You don’t have to be alone.” I told him as we drew apart.
“I thought we decided that it wasn’t going to happen again.” he said with a small smile.
“That was four months ago, things have changed since then.” I replied placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him softly again.
He rolled on top of me and started to kiss my neck making me moan with delight. This was what I wanted from him, a nice gentle play around, a way to escape from the guilt. Even if we were creating more guilt we certainly didn’t care. I felt his hands slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
“You know you can tell me to stop at anytime.” He whispered into my ear but I answered by rolling him over on his back.
“Just relax Peter.” I told him while unbuttoning his shirt and kissing the flesh that lay before me.
I looked up to see Peter close his eyes and slip away into that world I knew was in his mind. I kissed his stomach a bit more before making my way down to unzipping his jeans.
“Holy fuck!” I heard him yell a few minutes later.
Those words to me were beautiful coming out his mouth as I had never heard him swear much. I rewarded him by making him come a few seconds later. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“Thank you.”
I smiled and moved back up to kiss him on the lips.
“No thank you, I feel much better.” I told him.
Peter nodded and closed his eyes. I watched him as he slept realising that he reminded me of me.
He was lonely in this world.
And so was I.