Will My Arms Be Strong Enough: Interlude Two: By Your Side
Title: Will My Arms Be Strong Enough? Interlude Two: By Your Side
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys...and others!
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, John Hart, two OC's, Andrea (Andie) Carlowe and Nick Jones.
Spoilers: Set after Exit Wounds.
Summary: What did Jack and Ianto get up to after the Chimera attack in the countryside?
Warnings: Fluff and smut.
Interlude 2 - By Your Side
Ianto strode back into the tent, feeling strangely refreshed after his talk with John. Whatever happened now, it was certainly clear that, no matter what their history was, John was no longer a threat to his relationship with Jack. There was a connection between them, of course there was, but then Jack had connections to just about everyone.
With a small smile, he kicked off his shoes and burrowed himself in the warmth of the sleeping bag, resting his body against Jack’s chest.
However, a pair of strong arms suddenly found their way around his waist and pulled him close against a firm chest covered by a thick coat. He was startled at first, until he firstly breathed in a familiar and mind-numbingly beautiful scent and then felt something wet start to fall into his hair. Slowly, he turned around and gasped a little when he realised that, not only was Jack awake, but that he could see silent tears falling from his beautiful blue eyes.
“Jack, what’s wrong?” he whispered, reaching out to touch his lover’s face and brush away the tears. As he did so, a cloud outside shifted and their tent was suddenly filled with moonlight. At the same time, he saw a look of pure despair and fear in Jack’s eyes; a fear that was manifesting itself through the shakes that ran through his body.
“Hey,” he said quietly, but firmly. “Jack, I’m here. It’s all right. Whatever you were thinking, it’s over. Look at me. I’m here.”
“Ianto,” whispered Jack, reaching over to trace Ianto’s cheekbones with his fingers. “Oh, Ianto…I thought I’d -”
But Ianto silenced him with a hand against his lips. “Don’t talk that way, Jack,” he whispered, pressing slow kisses to his face, soothing away the tears. “I’m here now; it’s all right. Just lie down and let me take care of you.”
He brushed a soft and lingering kiss over Jack’s lips as he eased him out of his thick coat and wrapped them both in the sleeping bag. “Let me show you,” he breathed as he slowly unfastened the buttons on Jack’s shirt, caressing the smooth skin underneath. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” Then, without warning, he bent his head and nipped hard at Jack’s nipples.
“God, Ianto!” shouted Jack, jerking upwards in surprise. “What was that for?”
“Shhh,” whispered Ianto, still stroking Jack’s chest. “I’m just showing you that I’m here…that I’ll always be here.” He paused, chewing his lip slightly before deciding to carry on. “Even when I do…move on, I’ll always be with you…safe in your heart…and your memories. That’s what I want you to know now. Whatever happens, I’ll always be here - by your side.”
Jack swallowed. “Make me alive, Ianto,” he whispered, reaching for the top of Ianto’s jeans and slowly undoing the zip and cupping his partner’s erection. “Let me feel you…”
But Ianto slapped his hands away. “You will feel me, Jack, and I will make you alive,” he breathed, reaching up to caress the other man’s face. “But just lie still now…let me take control.” He continued to distract Jack with soft kisses as he stripped him gently, grinning around his collarbone as he felt those familiar hands easing his own clothes off him; first the shirt came off his shoulders, then his jeans and finally his underwear were pooled around his ankles.
Smiling as he admired his handiwork, he leaned backwards and gazed lovingly at Jack’s naked body, before finally settling on his eyes, where he simply looked at him for ten solid minutes, attempting to convey all the love and tenderness he was feeling for him with one look. Also, without taking his eyes off the former Time Agent, he reached out and grabbed the lubricant (strawberry-flavoured) and began to slowly prepare himself, using slow and gentle strokes, giving his lover as much stimulation as he was giving himself.
Eventually, however, just as he was massaging his nipples, Jack began to squirm. “Ianto, please!” he gasped. “You’re killing me here! Please, just…just touch me!”
Ianto gave him a grin. “All you had to do was ask,” he whispered and, leaning forwards so he could brush his slicked chest against Jack’s thigh - a move he had discovered drove the other man wild - he stuck his tongue out and ran it down the length of Jack’s slowly rising erection.
“Oh, God!” gasped Jack, bucking his hips wildly. “Do that again!”
Willingly, Ianto obliged, slowly licking Jack up and down until he was fully hard and panting for more. “What do you want, Jack?”
“I don’t care,” was the breathless reply. “I just want you…showing me you’re here.”
Immediately, Ianto’s face softened. “I’ll always be here,” he whispered, placing one hand over Jack’s heart. “All you have to do is leave enough space in that enormous heart of yours for me.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Ianto,” he breathed. “There will always be room for you in my heart.” He lay back, slowly caressing the younger man’s naked body. “You’re already in my heart.”
He closed his eyes gently, undulating his hips as he felt Ianto slowly entering him, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through him with each thrust. “But now, while you’re here with me…you’re like a wave of golden sunlight bursting through the rain and warming the desolate lands.”
It was a mark of the strength of their bond that Ianto didn’t laugh at the strange simile. Instead, he simply continued to rock them back and forth, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper with every movement. As he did so, he began to sing quietly, a few lines of a song that he would often whisper during those nights after the attacks on Cardiff when Jack would struggle to sleep.
“You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
You’re in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.”
His lilting accent touched Jack to the core and he came with a soft gasp of pleasure that seemed to release all the tension and stress from his body as he lay back against the mattress, gazing up at Ianto as the young man wrapped his arms around his body, dusting kisses over his chest.
“Thank you, Ianto,” he breathed, stroking his cheek softly as his other arm slipped around his lover’s back. “Thank you for showing me how much of a gift now is.”
“Well, that’s why they call it the present,” answered Ianto with a small smile. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to the blade. However, to his surprise, Jack started to move until he was the one on top, gazing down upon his partner’s face. “Jack?”
“Shhh.” Jack kissed him softly, stroking his hip at the same time. “I wish I could make love to you, but I can at least care for you…the way that you cared for me.” He started to slowly kiss his way down Ianto’s chest as his hand gently stroked his now painful erection. “That’s it,” he whispered as Ianto gasped, his eyes glazing over. “Don’t hold back, Ianto…let me see you let go.”
“Oh, God, Jack,” gasped Ianto, thrusting into his lover’s hand. “Oh, God…I can’t hold on…”
“That’s it,” coaxed Jack, smiling as his lover’s face began to flush. “That’s it; let it go, Ianto, let it go…come for me, Ianto…come for me…”
“Jack!” exclaimed Ianto, not even caring that the rest of his team mates were close enough to hear them. With a moan and a shudder, he came hard, exploding over Jack’s chest as the older man reached up to caress his soft hair. “Oh, God, Jack…you’re so good to me…”
Jack smiled sadly. “Not as good as you are to me, Ianto,” he said, still stroking his hair. “You’re always so thoughtful, putting the needs of others first.” He swallowed hard. “It’s just another thing that I love about you.”
Ianto smiled and wrapped Jack in his arms again, drawing the sleeping bag around them. “Go to sleep now,” he breathed. “Rest, now, Jack…you’re safe. I’m here - by your side.”