Fic - Kama Sumatra: Coffee and Cream
Title: Kama Sumatra: Coffee and Cream
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Part: 4 - "Duties of a Partner"
Rating: NC-17
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Disclaimers:I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: A Torchwood agent cannot even get groceries without odd things happening, but what makes it better is someone at home who will take care of you and have a cup of coffee at hand.
Author's Note: The fourth part of the Kama Sutra is actually "duties of a wife," so I have kind of updated it, using our boys as an example. This takes place further into their relationship. Sorry for the long break in between parts, but real life went into full gear and wouldn't let me go.
Coffee and Cream
Ianto leaned back on his haunches, staring with dismay at the open refrigerator door. He liked to have things that weren’t always take-away, maybe even a piece of fruit at times, but all he seemed to do was waste money lately. Reaching in, he pulled out a container of furry, blue somethings that at one time had been strawberries. With a thud, he tossed the strawberries, container and all, into the garbage next to him. Wiping down the shelf with a dishrag, Ianto then pushed himself up, closing the door to the refrigerator.
He had all kinds of meals planned over the last week: a nice Caesar salad, steak and potatoes, lasagne, chop suey, even some spaghetti bolognaise. Ianto smiled at the thought of the spaghetti. It would have been nice to just be away. Be away from the Hub and be away from Gwen, as much as he loved her. Just be with Jack, alone and together. Maybe they could have watched a stupid movie on the telly or caught up with Eastenders. Then the Rift called, again and again, more alerts, and then the Weevils acted up like crazy.
Wondering how shopping for groceries could take Jack so long, Ianto headed for the front hall where he had left his mobile. Just then, the front door swung open in front of him. Jack poked his head around the corner of the door.
“Hey, Ianto, there you are,” Jack said, still behind the door.
“Yes. Here I am,” Ianto replied, putting his hands on his hips. Jack had a weird tone to his voice and Ianto was unsure of what was going on.
Jack held a bag of groceries around the door, towards Ianto. “Could you put these away while I get the rest?”
Ianto sighed and snatched the groceries from Jack’s fingers and tromped into the kitchen. He set them on the counter, barely registering how the food clunked. Opening the bag, Ianto reached in and pulled out a frozen carton of coffee flavoured ice cream. When he said frozen, he meant frozen, like an iceberg, and not like ice cream was supposed to be. Ianto picked up a spoon from the tray in the sink and tapped it against the ice cream. It sounded like stone echoing back at him.
Dumping out the rest of the bag, Ianto watched as grape shaped ice cubes went rolling across the counter. He looked up and let out a sigh, wondering what had happened to the food and where Jack was. Heading back to the front hallway, Ianto quirked an eyebrow as he saw that the door to the flat was closed and Jack’s coat was flung on the floor under the coat rack.
Dropping his shoulders, Ianto bent down and picked up the coat, intending to hang it up. It was then he felt the stickiness and looked down at his fingers. They were red. It was not the first time he had Jack’s blood on his hands, but he needed to know why. He quickly hung the coat up away from the others and headed into the flat.
Knowing Jack had not been in the kitchen and was able to see that he wasn’t in the parlour, Ianto headed for the bedroom. The door to the bathroom was open and Ianto spotted a bare leg peeking out. Ianto crossed his arms and stormed over, stopping in the doorway, he could see Jack sitting naked on the closed toilet seat.
Ianto quickly softened, taking in the bloody clothes tossed into the tub, and the red gashes across Jack’s chest and arms, and his one leg. Jack guiltily looked up at him, stopping with the flannel over the wound on his leg.
“I’m sorry, Ianto, I didn’t want you to know. The Rift has been so active lately, I just wanted you to have a relaxing night for once-“
“Shut it, Jack,” Ianto said as he crouched down in front of the bloody man and took the flannel from Jack’s hand. He began to dab at the sides of the gash on Jack’s leg, cleaning it up. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? It took you forever to come back from the store that is little more than a kilometer and a half away. Your clothes are covered in blood and ripped, your coat is bloody-“
“Oh great,” Jack muttered.
“I said shut it.” Ianto purposefully pressed down on the open wound, making Jack wince. “Now that I have your attention, do you want to tell me what did this and if we should be going back out there to find it?” Ianto gently swiped along the edge of the gash, cleaning it.
“It won’t be coming back,” Jack replied, leaning back. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. Ianto found himself watching Jack’s chest rise and fall. “I took care of it.”
“Not before it really took care of you,” Ianto replied.
“I had to get it to follow me, or it would have killed that older man. It was determined to make him its own little frozen meal.”
Ianto wiped his way down Jack’s leg, finding tiny scratches here and there. He stopped as Jack reached out, putting his hand on Ianto’s head. Jack’s fingers roamed through the younger man’s curls. Ianto stopped, putting his cheek against Jack’s good knee.
“And just what is this ‘it’?” Ianto asked.
Jack slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Ianto. “I don’t know the species name, but I do know they come from a planetoid in the Grrgavgn region of space. It is a void planet, surviving in a deep vacuum of nothingness. To ingest anything, it must be equivalent to their body temperature, so they have a way of freezing their food by breathing on it.”
He looked at Jack’s hand, watching the fingers tracing the outline of his knee. It was then that he noticed how stiff the fingers seemed to be. Ianto reached out his hand, taking Jack’s fingers in his and nearly winced at how cold they were. He wrapped his hand around them and pulled Jack’s hand to his chest. Ianto inched the other hand forward and pressed it against Jack’s chest, careful of the gaping wounds. Jack’s whole body was chilled.
“Damn it, Jack,” Ianto hoarsely whispered, wondering what the man did.
“I’m sorry Ianto-“
“No,” Ianto nearly shouted at him as he stood up. He looked around the bathroom and quickly left, grabbing a bag from the kitchen. Coming back into the bathroom, he hurriedly dumped the bloody clothes into it and plugged the tub, running hot water into it.
He glanced back at Jack who seemed crestfallen. Ianto winced, realizing what he just did. He stood in front of Jack who was looking down at his hands, holding them in his lap. Ianto placed a hand under Jack’s chin and nudged it up until he was looking the older man in the eyes. Their blueness seemed muted to him.
“What I meant is, don’t say you’re sorry. I’m not sorry you saved that old man. I just wish you could be able to go to the grocery without me having to worry about losing you,” Ianto said as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Jack’s, feeling them warm up.
“You don’t have to worry about losing me,” Jack replied, putting his hands on Ianto’s waist and holding him tight.
“There are more ways to lose you than through death,” Ianto said somberly. He quickly turned and looked at the tub, which was nearly filled. Putting his hands over Jack’s, he held them tight and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s warm you up.”
“You are already doing that Ianto Jones,” Jack said, a small smile on his face.
Ianto rolled his eyes and nearly shoved Jack over to the tub. Jack stepped into the steaming water and let out a small hiss, as Ianto turned off the faucet. Ianto looked back at him.
“Too hot?” Ianto asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Jack replied as he eased himself down into the tub. He grimaced, but didn’t utter another sound, as the water lapped at the gashes. Jack laid his back against the tub’s surface.
After settling Jack in, Ianto went to the linen closet and pulled out a soft flannel and tossed the already bloodied one in with Jack’s clothes. Slipping off his shirt, Ianto kneeled next to the tub. Dipping the flannel into the already murky water, coloured from the blood and muck on Jack’s body. He brought the flannel up and ran it over Jack’s shoulders, watching the water run down the front of the man’s chest.
Wetting the flannel again, Ianto moved it slowly across Jack’s chest. Hearing Jack let out a deep shuddering breath, Ianto stopped. He searched Jack’s face for any indication that he should go on. Jack took a deep breath and put a hand over Ianto’s bringing the flannel back to his chest. Ianto began to swipe it across the front of Jack’s body, taking care of the wounds, trying to not notice the subtle ways Jack’s face contorted as Ianto touched the gashes.
They were jagged cuts. Whatever had done this was a vicious alien. Why couldn’t they ever find cute alien puppies, or kittens? Why did they have to keep finding the aliens all the hours of the day?
Putting his hand on the back of Jack’s neck, Ianto lightly pushed forward, and Jack sat up in the tub. Ianto ran the flannel over Jack’s back, softly massaging his fingers against the tight muscles. Jack let out a little moan. A smile flitted across Ianto’s face as he ran his fingertips up and down Jack’s spine. Ianto ran his hand down into the water, caressing Jack’s arse. Jack’s head dropped forward as a deeper moan echoed out of him.
Looking down and seeing a huge wet stain creeping out across his undershirt, Ianto leaned back. Placing the flannel aside, Ianto quickly slipped the shirt off. Once done, Ianto reached down and unplugged the tub, watching as the filthy water began to swirl down. Grabbing the handheld shower handle, Ianto turned on the warm water again and put it on a soft pulse.
Nudging Jack up a little and holding him steady, Ianto gently sprayed water onto Jack, rinsing out the cuts and gashes. As the water disappeared down the drain, Ianto flipped his wrist so that he could quickly rinse the dirt from the tub sides with Jack still raised from the bottom of it. Finished, Ianto started to fill the tub up with steaming warm water again. Holding his arms around Jack’s shoulders, he guided Jack back into the filling tub, trying to keep the shivers from overtaking Jack. Once back in, Jack began to relax as the tub filled and he grew warm again.
With Jack’s hair still sopping wet from the shower spray, Ianto took some of his shampoo and put a dollop in his hand and worked it into a lather. Laying his hands against Jack’s head, Ianto felt so much love for this man. If he had been asked to, Ianto could not have pinpointed the exact time he fell in love with Jack Harkness. He worked his fingers in between the strands of Jack’s hair, getting every spot on his head, and softly scrubbed against the older man’s scalp. Jack’s whole body seemed to move with Ianto’s ministrations.
Ianto reluctantly pulled away and Jack leaned his head back, his throat taut. It amazed Ianto how much Jack trusted him, even with their intimacy. Ianto cupped his hands and scooped up the water, rinsing the soap from Jack’s hair. Jack finally opened his eyes, looking at Ianto. Some of the spark seemed to be back in them. Ianto put his hand on Jack’s forehead and smiled.
“Feeling better already?” Ianto asked.
“I am because of you. Thank you,” Jack quietly said.
Ianto leaned down and kissed Jack tenderly on the lips. His hand ran down Jack’s head and against his back. Ianto kissed him again; his other hand on Jack’s flushed cheek. Ianto kissed him one more time, this time not pulling away when the kiss was done, but just there. He could feel his breath mixing with Jack’s breath, their noses touching. He could feel the smile spread across Jack’s face.
Reluctantly pulling away, Ianto grabbed a nearby bar of soap and worked it into a lather in his hands. Putting the soap down, he began to run his hands along Jack’s chest and collarbone, touching every sensual spot. His hands moved around to Jack’s back, sliding here and there. Ianto worked his way down Jack’s body, using his hands to clean it, stopping briefly at Jack’s cock, his fingers up and under the balls. Inwardly he smiled as he elicited another moan from Jack.
Rinsing off his hands and arms, he watched as Jack slid down the back of the tub and ducked his head under water, ridding his body of the soap. Ianto counted the seconds inside his head and was about to pull Jack up when he surfaced.
Putting his hand under Jack’s arm, Ianto helped him up. Darting back to the linen closet, Ianto snatched the biggest and fluffiest towel he had and brought it back, wrapping it around Jack as he stepped out of the tub. Jack shivered a little, as Ianto held the towel tight to Jack, hugging him.
“What did it do to you?” Ianto asked as he rubbed his hands along Jack’s shoulders.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Jack said.
“Jack, stop it.” Ianto put his warm hands on Jack’s cheeks, staring him in the eyes. “I hate when you try and dismiss me like that. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
Jack closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “Eat me,” Jack said.
“Excuse me?” Ianto asked.
His eyes popped open and Jack said again, “Eat me. It tried eating me. Had most of me inside of itself.”
“And the gashes?”
“Teeth. Shrapnel. Teeth as shrapnel.”
“Shrapnel?”
“I said I took care of it,” Jack replied. “Just had to do some of it from the inside out.”
Ianto let out a sigh and took out the first aid kit he kept. Ever since joining Torchwood his first aid kit kept getting larger and larger. Now, it was a good thing he had it fully stocked. He sat Jack back down on the closed toilet seat and removed the towel.
Later, Ianto stopped just inside the doorway to his bedroom, looking at Jack all tucked in under the covers. Jack’s eyes were closed and he looked very much at peace. Ianto let out a sigh, wrapping his fingers around the hot cup of coffee in his hand.
“That would be really cruel to deny the dashing hero a cup of coffee, especially when it smells so delicious,” Jack said, his eyes still closed.
“But of course, Sir,” Ianto said. “I should go find such a man and share this coffee with him.”
“Don’t you dare Ianto,” Jack said, looking at him. “I could have you fired for insubordination.”
“Then you would be stuck with Gwen patching you up,” Ianto said as he sauntered into the bedroom. “And I know she won’t give you the same perks I do.” Ianto sat down on the edge of the bed and put the coffee down on the side table.
Jack slowly sat up in the bed, pushing the quilt down. He craned his neck slowly, from side-to-side, working out the kinks. “I must say,” Jack said. “I do appreciate the perks of you playing nursemaid to me.”
“I’m a nursemaid now am I?” Ianto quirked his eyebrow at Jack, looking at him over his shoulder.
“Nursemaid, doctor, barista… You’re whatever will get you to hand me that cup of coffee,” Jack replied.
Ianto slowly turned around and picked up the cup, passing it to Jack. Jack’s fingers were still partly chilled and Ianto put both his hands around Jack’s fingers and the mug, trapping them between the warmth. Jack smiled at him as he moved the cup away and sniffed the coffee.
“You’re special blend,” Jack stated as he then took a big sip. Ianto just regarded him. “Mmmm… that’s different,” Jack said.
“My special blend with some liqueur added, to help you relax,” Ianto stated. “I also made some breve. The fat will help warm you up.”
“This is good,” Jack said as he took a big drink, nearly draining half the cup. “Thank you Ianto, for everything.”
“I’ll try and remember that, next time you do something insufferable, such as going after a vicious alien on your own,” Ianto stated.
Jack drained the rest of the coffee, and Ianto took the cup from him, placing it back on the table. Scooting back down under the covers, Jack patted the empty space in the bed next to him, and gave Ianto a pleading look.
Ianto wanted to protest, afraid of hurting Jack, but he could see the need in Jack’s eyes. Jack wanted him; Jack didn’t want to be alone. Ianto stood up and slipped off his trousers and socks. He then pulled off the clean undershirt he had put on after the bath. Ianto smirked as he saw Jack’s eyes brighten, watching him strip. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, Ianto slowly slid them down his legs and off his body, tossing them to the side. Picking up a corner of the bedding, Ianto slid in next to Jack.
Nestling in close, Ianto wrapped one leg around Jack’s waist, letting his body heat warm up the other man. Ianto tucked into Jack’s shoulder and ran his hand from the shoulder across Jack’s chest. He was careful and ghosted over the array of bandages that now dotted Jack’s body. Ianto’s other arm encircled Jack’s head and his fingers began to play with the dark chestnut locks.
Jack turned his head, looking at Ianto. Without preamble, Jack leaned in and kissed Ianto. He kissed him hard, Jack’s tongue seeking the warmth of Ianto’s mouth. Ianto kissed back, holding Jack tight to him.
Pulling back, leaning his head in Ianto’s hand, Jack looked Ianto in the eyes. “Ianto… Take me,” he said.
“What?” Ianto searched Jack’s face, seeing if he was serious.
Jack nodded. “Please.”
“Jack… But, you’re injured. What if I-“
“You won’t kill me,” Jack replied.
“But I could bloody well hurt you, a lot,” Ianto replied.
“A little pain is nothing,” Jack said. “Compared to what could have happened. What if it had been you to go the grocery like you originally planned? I need you.” Jack kissed him fiercely. “I want you, inside me.”
Ianto wanted to protest, but, Jack was right. Things could have ended much worse that day. Wasn’t it his duty to make the man he loved feel needed, to know he was wanted as much as he gave? Kissing Jack, and letting his tongue lap playfully at his lips, Ianto manoeuvred his body over Jack, straddling the older man’s hips.
Jack’s hands reached up and entwined with Ianto’s, and Ianto held them down to the bed. He slowly made his way down Jack’s body, licking at the bare flesh and gently kissing each blemish. Snaking his head around Jack’s body, Ianto licked Jack’s hips, making him squirm. Sliding down his legs, Ianto gave his attention to Jack’s cock.
He worked his tongue in little circles around the tip. Ianto swiped his tongue up the cock, following the throbbing vein as it got hard. Moving one knee and then the other in between Jack’s legs, Ianto spread them wide. Jack let out a little whimper in anticipation.
Ianto pulled open the drawer to the bedside table and grabbed the lube. Ianto squeezed some onto his fingers, and rubbed it around. Placing his fingers just under Jack’s balls, Ianto slid them down the crack of his arse to his hole and worked one lubed up finger in. Spreading it wider, he worked a second and third finger in, making Jack’s lower body push up from the bed.
Wincing in pain from the movement, Jack did not utter a sound. “Please, Ianto,” Jack rasped out as Ianto worked his fingers around inside Jack.
Ianto pulled his fingers from Jack, making the older man moan in need. Putting some more lube in his hand and warming it up, Ianto put it over his own cock and then gripped Jack by the hips. Jack spread his legs, moving his body, as Ianto readied his tip by Jack’s entrance.
Never taking their eyes off each other, Jack merely nodded and Ianto slid himself into Jack. Thrusting in and out, he guided Jack by the hips. One hand stayed on Jack’s hip as Ianto rocked in and out of him. Bringing the other hand down, Ianto began to stroke Jack’s cock, making it as hard as his was.
Huffing out jagged breaths, Jack pushed himself up, grabbing Ianto around the neck. He pulled the younger man to him, kissing him hard as Ianto’s thrusts got faster and harder. Ianto’s fingers played up and down the length of Jack’s cock as Jack began to run his hands up and down Ianto’s shoulders and arms. Jack continued to kiss him.
Moaning into Ianto’s mouth, Jack started to cum, his cock throbbing between them. Ianto’s fingers dug into Jack’s hip as he felt himself cumming as well. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, holding him tight as both men emptied themselves. Jack breathed heavily on Ianto’s neck as the orgasm washed over him. Ianto’s eyes clouded over and he knew he had to be bruising Jack, but he didn’t care.
Jack delivered a soft kiss to Ianto’s neck, then his ear, then the man’s cheek and finally his lips found Ianto’s once again. Lying back on the bed, Jack’s chest heaved and the man looked satiated. Ianto laid down next to him, his index finger tickling Jack’s bellybutton.
“Ianto, tha-“
Ianto shut Jack up with a kiss. “Shush,” Ianto said as he laid his head next to Jack’s. “You need to rest. You need to heal. The Rift won’t be nice for long.”
“Stay with me,” Jack said.
“It’s my bed,” Ianto replied, wondering what was making Jack so sentimental all of a sudden.
“Which I am suddenly very warm in,” Jack stated. “Did the coffee ice cream survive?”
“I believe so. It might be thawed out enough to eat by tomorrow.”
“Just in time to eat it naked. And if some should happen to fall on, say, your chest…”
“I think we used up all my flannels tonight and I haven’t done laundry yet.”
Jack gave him a small grin. “I’ll just have to take care of that my own way,” Jack replied, sticking out his tongue. He burrowed his head into the crook of Ianto’s neck, letting the minutes tick by. Before he began to fall asleep, he whispered, “Stay by my side.”
“Always,” Ianto replied, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Where else would I go now that I love you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper as he heard Jack begin to snore softly.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Part: 4 - "Duties of a Partner"
Rating: NC-17
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Disclaimers:I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: A Torchwood agent cannot even get groceries without odd things happening, but what makes it better is someone at home who will take care of you and have a cup of coffee at hand.
Author's Note: The fourth part of the Kama Sutra is actually "duties of a wife," so I have kind of updated it, using our boys as an example. This takes place further into their relationship. Sorry for the long break in between parts, but real life went into full gear and wouldn't let me go.
Coffee and Cream
Ianto leaned back on his haunches, staring with dismay at the open refrigerator door. He liked to have things that weren’t always take-away, maybe even a piece of fruit at times, but all he seemed to do was waste money lately. Reaching in, he pulled out a container of furry, blue somethings that at one time had been strawberries. With a thud, he tossed the strawberries, container and all, into the garbage next to him. Wiping down the shelf with a dishrag, Ianto then pushed himself up, closing the door to the refrigerator.
He had all kinds of meals planned over the last week: a nice Caesar salad, steak and potatoes, lasagne, chop suey, even some spaghetti bolognaise. Ianto smiled at the thought of the spaghetti. It would have been nice to just be away. Be away from the Hub and be away from Gwen, as much as he loved her. Just be with Jack, alone and together. Maybe they could have watched a stupid movie on the telly or caught up with Eastenders. Then the Rift called, again and again, more alerts, and then the Weevils acted up like crazy.
Wondering how shopping for groceries could take Jack so long, Ianto headed for the front hall where he had left his mobile. Just then, the front door swung open in front of him. Jack poked his head around the corner of the door.
“Hey, Ianto, there you are,” Jack said, still behind the door.
“Yes. Here I am,” Ianto replied, putting his hands on his hips. Jack had a weird tone to his voice and Ianto was unsure of what was going on.
Jack held a bag of groceries around the door, towards Ianto. “Could you put these away while I get the rest?”
Ianto sighed and snatched the groceries from Jack’s fingers and tromped into the kitchen. He set them on the counter, barely registering how the food clunked. Opening the bag, Ianto reached in and pulled out a frozen carton of coffee flavoured ice cream. When he said frozen, he meant frozen, like an iceberg, and not like ice cream was supposed to be. Ianto picked up a spoon from the tray in the sink and tapped it against the ice cream. It sounded like stone echoing back at him.
Dumping out the rest of the bag, Ianto watched as grape shaped ice cubes went rolling across the counter. He looked up and let out a sigh, wondering what had happened to the food and where Jack was. Heading back to the front hallway, Ianto quirked an eyebrow as he saw that the door to the flat was closed and Jack’s coat was flung on the floor under the coat rack.
Dropping his shoulders, Ianto bent down and picked up the coat, intending to hang it up. It was then he felt the stickiness and looked down at his fingers. They were red. It was not the first time he had Jack’s blood on his hands, but he needed to know why. He quickly hung the coat up away from the others and headed into the flat.
Knowing Jack had not been in the kitchen and was able to see that he wasn’t in the parlour, Ianto headed for the bedroom. The door to the bathroom was open and Ianto spotted a bare leg peeking out. Ianto crossed his arms and stormed over, stopping in the doorway, he could see Jack sitting naked on the closed toilet seat.
Ianto quickly softened, taking in the bloody clothes tossed into the tub, and the red gashes across Jack’s chest and arms, and his one leg. Jack guiltily looked up at him, stopping with the flannel over the wound on his leg.
“I’m sorry, Ianto, I didn’t want you to know. The Rift has been so active lately, I just wanted you to have a relaxing night for once-“
“Shut it, Jack,” Ianto said as he crouched down in front of the bloody man and took the flannel from Jack’s hand. He began to dab at the sides of the gash on Jack’s leg, cleaning it up. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? It took you forever to come back from the store that is little more than a kilometer and a half away. Your clothes are covered in blood and ripped, your coat is bloody-“
“Oh great,” Jack muttered.
“I said shut it.” Ianto purposefully pressed down on the open wound, making Jack wince. “Now that I have your attention, do you want to tell me what did this and if we should be going back out there to find it?” Ianto gently swiped along the edge of the gash, cleaning it.
“It won’t be coming back,” Jack replied, leaning back. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. Ianto found himself watching Jack’s chest rise and fall. “I took care of it.”
“Not before it really took care of you,” Ianto replied.
“I had to get it to follow me, or it would have killed that older man. It was determined to make him its own little frozen meal.”
Ianto wiped his way down Jack’s leg, finding tiny scratches here and there. He stopped as Jack reached out, putting his hand on Ianto’s head. Jack’s fingers roamed through the younger man’s curls. Ianto stopped, putting his cheek against Jack’s good knee.
“And just what is this ‘it’?” Ianto asked.
Jack slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Ianto. “I don’t know the species name, but I do know they come from a planetoid in the Grrgavgn region of space. It is a void planet, surviving in a deep vacuum of nothingness. To ingest anything, it must be equivalent to their body temperature, so they have a way of freezing their food by breathing on it.”
He looked at Jack’s hand, watching the fingers tracing the outline of his knee. It was then that he noticed how stiff the fingers seemed to be. Ianto reached out his hand, taking Jack’s fingers in his and nearly winced at how cold they were. He wrapped his hand around them and pulled Jack’s hand to his chest. Ianto inched the other hand forward and pressed it against Jack’s chest, careful of the gaping wounds. Jack’s whole body was chilled.
“Damn it, Jack,” Ianto hoarsely whispered, wondering what the man did.
“I’m sorry Ianto-“
“No,” Ianto nearly shouted at him as he stood up. He looked around the bathroom and quickly left, grabbing a bag from the kitchen. Coming back into the bathroom, he hurriedly dumped the bloody clothes into it and plugged the tub, running hot water into it.
He glanced back at Jack who seemed crestfallen. Ianto winced, realizing what he just did. He stood in front of Jack who was looking down at his hands, holding them in his lap. Ianto placed a hand under Jack’s chin and nudged it up until he was looking the older man in the eyes. Their blueness seemed muted to him.
“What I meant is, don’t say you’re sorry. I’m not sorry you saved that old man. I just wish you could be able to go to the grocery without me having to worry about losing you,” Ianto said as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Jack’s, feeling them warm up.
“You don’t have to worry about losing me,” Jack replied, putting his hands on Ianto’s waist and holding him tight.
“There are more ways to lose you than through death,” Ianto said somberly. He quickly turned and looked at the tub, which was nearly filled. Putting his hands over Jack’s, he held them tight and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s warm you up.”
“You are already doing that Ianto Jones,” Jack said, a small smile on his face.
Ianto rolled his eyes and nearly shoved Jack over to the tub. Jack stepped into the steaming water and let out a small hiss, as Ianto turned off the faucet. Ianto looked back at him.
“Too hot?” Ianto asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Jack replied as he eased himself down into the tub. He grimaced, but didn’t utter another sound, as the water lapped at the gashes. Jack laid his back against the tub’s surface.
After settling Jack in, Ianto went to the linen closet and pulled out a soft flannel and tossed the already bloodied one in with Jack’s clothes. Slipping off his shirt, Ianto kneeled next to the tub. Dipping the flannel into the already murky water, coloured from the blood and muck on Jack’s body. He brought the flannel up and ran it over Jack’s shoulders, watching the water run down the front of the man’s chest.
Wetting the flannel again, Ianto moved it slowly across Jack’s chest. Hearing Jack let out a deep shuddering breath, Ianto stopped. He searched Jack’s face for any indication that he should go on. Jack took a deep breath and put a hand over Ianto’s bringing the flannel back to his chest. Ianto began to swipe it across the front of Jack’s body, taking care of the wounds, trying to not notice the subtle ways Jack’s face contorted as Ianto touched the gashes.
They were jagged cuts. Whatever had done this was a vicious alien. Why couldn’t they ever find cute alien puppies, or kittens? Why did they have to keep finding the aliens all the hours of the day?
Putting his hand on the back of Jack’s neck, Ianto lightly pushed forward, and Jack sat up in the tub. Ianto ran the flannel over Jack’s back, softly massaging his fingers against the tight muscles. Jack let out a little moan. A smile flitted across Ianto’s face as he ran his fingertips up and down Jack’s spine. Ianto ran his hand down into the water, caressing Jack’s arse. Jack’s head dropped forward as a deeper moan echoed out of him.
Looking down and seeing a huge wet stain creeping out across his undershirt, Ianto leaned back. Placing the flannel aside, Ianto quickly slipped the shirt off. Once done, Ianto reached down and unplugged the tub, watching as the filthy water began to swirl down. Grabbing the handheld shower handle, Ianto turned on the warm water again and put it on a soft pulse.
Nudging Jack up a little and holding him steady, Ianto gently sprayed water onto Jack, rinsing out the cuts and gashes. As the water disappeared down the drain, Ianto flipped his wrist so that he could quickly rinse the dirt from the tub sides with Jack still raised from the bottom of it. Finished, Ianto started to fill the tub up with steaming warm water again. Holding his arms around Jack’s shoulders, he guided Jack back into the filling tub, trying to keep the shivers from overtaking Jack. Once back in, Jack began to relax as the tub filled and he grew warm again.
With Jack’s hair still sopping wet from the shower spray, Ianto took some of his shampoo and put a dollop in his hand and worked it into a lather. Laying his hands against Jack’s head, Ianto felt so much love for this man. If he had been asked to, Ianto could not have pinpointed the exact time he fell in love with Jack Harkness. He worked his fingers in between the strands of Jack’s hair, getting every spot on his head, and softly scrubbed against the older man’s scalp. Jack’s whole body seemed to move with Ianto’s ministrations.
Ianto reluctantly pulled away and Jack leaned his head back, his throat taut. It amazed Ianto how much Jack trusted him, even with their intimacy. Ianto cupped his hands and scooped up the water, rinsing the soap from Jack’s hair. Jack finally opened his eyes, looking at Ianto. Some of the spark seemed to be back in them. Ianto put his hand on Jack’s forehead and smiled.
“Feeling better already?” Ianto asked.
“I am because of you. Thank you,” Jack quietly said.
Ianto leaned down and kissed Jack tenderly on the lips. His hand ran down Jack’s head and against his back. Ianto kissed him again; his other hand on Jack’s flushed cheek. Ianto kissed him one more time, this time not pulling away when the kiss was done, but just there. He could feel his breath mixing with Jack’s breath, their noses touching. He could feel the smile spread across Jack’s face.
Reluctantly pulling away, Ianto grabbed a nearby bar of soap and worked it into a lather in his hands. Putting the soap down, he began to run his hands along Jack’s chest and collarbone, touching every sensual spot. His hands moved around to Jack’s back, sliding here and there. Ianto worked his way down Jack’s body, using his hands to clean it, stopping briefly at Jack’s cock, his fingers up and under the balls. Inwardly he smiled as he elicited another moan from Jack.
Rinsing off his hands and arms, he watched as Jack slid down the back of the tub and ducked his head under water, ridding his body of the soap. Ianto counted the seconds inside his head and was about to pull Jack up when he surfaced.
Putting his hand under Jack’s arm, Ianto helped him up. Darting back to the linen closet, Ianto snatched the biggest and fluffiest towel he had and brought it back, wrapping it around Jack as he stepped out of the tub. Jack shivered a little, as Ianto held the towel tight to Jack, hugging him.
“What did it do to you?” Ianto asked as he rubbed his hands along Jack’s shoulders.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Jack said.
“Jack, stop it.” Ianto put his warm hands on Jack’s cheeks, staring him in the eyes. “I hate when you try and dismiss me like that. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
Jack closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “Eat me,” Jack said.
“Excuse me?” Ianto asked.
His eyes popped open and Jack said again, “Eat me. It tried eating me. Had most of me inside of itself.”
“And the gashes?”
“Teeth. Shrapnel. Teeth as shrapnel.”
“Shrapnel?”
“I said I took care of it,” Jack replied. “Just had to do some of it from the inside out.”
Ianto let out a sigh and took out the first aid kit he kept. Ever since joining Torchwood his first aid kit kept getting larger and larger. Now, it was a good thing he had it fully stocked. He sat Jack back down on the closed toilet seat and removed the towel.
Later, Ianto stopped just inside the doorway to his bedroom, looking at Jack all tucked in under the covers. Jack’s eyes were closed and he looked very much at peace. Ianto let out a sigh, wrapping his fingers around the hot cup of coffee in his hand.
“That would be really cruel to deny the dashing hero a cup of coffee, especially when it smells so delicious,” Jack said, his eyes still closed.
“But of course, Sir,” Ianto said. “I should go find such a man and share this coffee with him.”
“Don’t you dare Ianto,” Jack said, looking at him. “I could have you fired for insubordination.”
“Then you would be stuck with Gwen patching you up,” Ianto said as he sauntered into the bedroom. “And I know she won’t give you the same perks I do.” Ianto sat down on the edge of the bed and put the coffee down on the side table.
Jack slowly sat up in the bed, pushing the quilt down. He craned his neck slowly, from side-to-side, working out the kinks. “I must say,” Jack said. “I do appreciate the perks of you playing nursemaid to me.”
“I’m a nursemaid now am I?” Ianto quirked his eyebrow at Jack, looking at him over his shoulder.
“Nursemaid, doctor, barista… You’re whatever will get you to hand me that cup of coffee,” Jack replied.
Ianto slowly turned around and picked up the cup, passing it to Jack. Jack’s fingers were still partly chilled and Ianto put both his hands around Jack’s fingers and the mug, trapping them between the warmth. Jack smiled at him as he moved the cup away and sniffed the coffee.
“You’re special blend,” Jack stated as he then took a big sip. Ianto just regarded him. “Mmmm… that’s different,” Jack said.
“My special blend with some liqueur added, to help you relax,” Ianto stated. “I also made some breve. The fat will help warm you up.”
“This is good,” Jack said as he took a big drink, nearly draining half the cup. “Thank you Ianto, for everything.”
“I’ll try and remember that, next time you do something insufferable, such as going after a vicious alien on your own,” Ianto stated.
Jack drained the rest of the coffee, and Ianto took the cup from him, placing it back on the table. Scooting back down under the covers, Jack patted the empty space in the bed next to him, and gave Ianto a pleading look.
Ianto wanted to protest, afraid of hurting Jack, but he could see the need in Jack’s eyes. Jack wanted him; Jack didn’t want to be alone. Ianto stood up and slipped off his trousers and socks. He then pulled off the clean undershirt he had put on after the bath. Ianto smirked as he saw Jack’s eyes brighten, watching him strip. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, Ianto slowly slid them down his legs and off his body, tossing them to the side. Picking up a corner of the bedding, Ianto slid in next to Jack.
Nestling in close, Ianto wrapped one leg around Jack’s waist, letting his body heat warm up the other man. Ianto tucked into Jack’s shoulder and ran his hand from the shoulder across Jack’s chest. He was careful and ghosted over the array of bandages that now dotted Jack’s body. Ianto’s other arm encircled Jack’s head and his fingers began to play with the dark chestnut locks.
Jack turned his head, looking at Ianto. Without preamble, Jack leaned in and kissed Ianto. He kissed him hard, Jack’s tongue seeking the warmth of Ianto’s mouth. Ianto kissed back, holding Jack tight to him.
Pulling back, leaning his head in Ianto’s hand, Jack looked Ianto in the eyes. “Ianto… Take me,” he said.
“What?” Ianto searched Jack’s face, seeing if he was serious.
Jack nodded. “Please.”
“Jack… But, you’re injured. What if I-“
“You won’t kill me,” Jack replied.
“But I could bloody well hurt you, a lot,” Ianto replied.
“A little pain is nothing,” Jack said. “Compared to what could have happened. What if it had been you to go the grocery like you originally planned? I need you.” Jack kissed him fiercely. “I want you, inside me.”
Ianto wanted to protest, but, Jack was right. Things could have ended much worse that day. Wasn’t it his duty to make the man he loved feel needed, to know he was wanted as much as he gave? Kissing Jack, and letting his tongue lap playfully at his lips, Ianto manoeuvred his body over Jack, straddling the older man’s hips.
Jack’s hands reached up and entwined with Ianto’s, and Ianto held them down to the bed. He slowly made his way down Jack’s body, licking at the bare flesh and gently kissing each blemish. Snaking his head around Jack’s body, Ianto licked Jack’s hips, making him squirm. Sliding down his legs, Ianto gave his attention to Jack’s cock.
He worked his tongue in little circles around the tip. Ianto swiped his tongue up the cock, following the throbbing vein as it got hard. Moving one knee and then the other in between Jack’s legs, Ianto spread them wide. Jack let out a little whimper in anticipation.
Ianto pulled open the drawer to the bedside table and grabbed the lube. Ianto squeezed some onto his fingers, and rubbed it around. Placing his fingers just under Jack’s balls, Ianto slid them down the crack of his arse to his hole and worked one lubed up finger in. Spreading it wider, he worked a second and third finger in, making Jack’s lower body push up from the bed.
Wincing in pain from the movement, Jack did not utter a sound. “Please, Ianto,” Jack rasped out as Ianto worked his fingers around inside Jack.
Ianto pulled his fingers from Jack, making the older man moan in need. Putting some more lube in his hand and warming it up, Ianto put it over his own cock and then gripped Jack by the hips. Jack spread his legs, moving his body, as Ianto readied his tip by Jack’s entrance.
Never taking their eyes off each other, Jack merely nodded and Ianto slid himself into Jack. Thrusting in and out, he guided Jack by the hips. One hand stayed on Jack’s hip as Ianto rocked in and out of him. Bringing the other hand down, Ianto began to stroke Jack’s cock, making it as hard as his was.
Huffing out jagged breaths, Jack pushed himself up, grabbing Ianto around the neck. He pulled the younger man to him, kissing him hard as Ianto’s thrusts got faster and harder. Ianto’s fingers played up and down the length of Jack’s cock as Jack began to run his hands up and down Ianto’s shoulders and arms. Jack continued to kiss him.
Moaning into Ianto’s mouth, Jack started to cum, his cock throbbing between them. Ianto’s fingers dug into Jack’s hip as he felt himself cumming as well. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, holding him tight as both men emptied themselves. Jack breathed heavily on Ianto’s neck as the orgasm washed over him. Ianto’s eyes clouded over and he knew he had to be bruising Jack, but he didn’t care.
Jack delivered a soft kiss to Ianto’s neck, then his ear, then the man’s cheek and finally his lips found Ianto’s once again. Lying back on the bed, Jack’s chest heaved and the man looked satiated. Ianto laid down next to him, his index finger tickling Jack’s bellybutton.
“Ianto, tha-“
Ianto shut Jack up with a kiss. “Shush,” Ianto said as he laid his head next to Jack’s. “You need to rest. You need to heal. The Rift won’t be nice for long.”
“Stay with me,” Jack said.
“It’s my bed,” Ianto replied, wondering what was making Jack so sentimental all of a sudden.
“Which I am suddenly very warm in,” Jack stated. “Did the coffee ice cream survive?”
“I believe so. It might be thawed out enough to eat by tomorrow.”
“Just in time to eat it naked. And if some should happen to fall on, say, your chest…”
“I think we used up all my flannels tonight and I haven’t done laundry yet.”
Jack gave him a small grin. “I’ll just have to take care of that my own way,” Jack replied, sticking out his tongue. He burrowed his head into the crook of Ianto’s neck, letting the minutes tick by. Before he began to fall asleep, he whispered, “Stay by my side.”
“Always,” Ianto replied, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Where else would I go now that I love you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper as he heard Jack begin to snore softly.