Fic: Restless
Title: Restless
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Children of Earth (TW 3) (mention of family)
Disclaimer: 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: Jack and Ianto have needs that cannot be satisfied with just a text message.
Author's Notes: Something that popped into my head from an actual innocent (it really was innocent!) comment over IM to temporal_witch.
Restless
Jack tossed and turned, flipping the thin sheet across his bare legs. Some nights he felt comfortable and safe in his private quarters in the Hub, but then there was nights like this when he felt so stifled. Ironically, this was one of the few nights that Ianto wasn’t sleeping next to him. Jack felt so cramped, not having someone to curl up against, missing Ianto’s heat and energy. Having the younger man to snuggle up against was better than warm milk to get Jack to actually sleep.
His mobile beeped on the bedside table. Jack half-heartedly fumbled for it, not wanting to have to deal with anything at this time of night. He let out a yawn and flipped open the silver RAZR. The corners of his lips turned up into a smile when he saw the alert on his screen.
Ianto Jones 3:47am
Tell me why, I agreed to go out with Johnny and his mates? If I get hit once more in the shoulder, some of Owen’s stock might go missing.
Jack chuckled and hit the “reply” key.
You’re a good man Ianto Jones, and a good brother-in-law. Maybe you need someone to massage that shoulder for you?
He hit send and let his hand fall to the bed, still clutching the mobile. Burrowing his head into the crisp pillowcase, Jack imagined how it must be to have things such as brother-in-laws and sisters and nieces and nephews to worry about. All he had was-
The mobile beeped again and Jack glanced down his arm as he flipped it open again, smirking at the screen.
Ianto Jones 3:52am
Finally headed back to the Estate and my head is pounding. Rhi will want me to just spend the night, but I don’t think I can.
Jack could certainly understand that. The mobile beeped again and he hit the “read now” button.
Ianto Jones 3:53am
And I highly doubt it’s my shoulder you really want to massage. Can’t leave you alone one night, can I?
Jack hut “reply” and with one finger typed out a response.
I was serious about your shoulder, but I am more than willing to massage anything you want me to.
Jack opened his mouth wide, letting out a yawn that made his eyes sting from stretching his face. He kept glancing down at his mobile, waiting for a reply from Ianto. After ten minutes without a response, he sighed and turned onto his side, tucking the mobile under his head, still clasped in his hand.
Thinking he might actually be able to get some sleep that night, Jack nearly jumped as the mobile beeped at him. He flipped it open, burying the grin against his shoulder.
Ianto Jones 4:13am
Oi! Hopefully Johnny will be too drunk to remember why he has the bruise on his arm after asking why my boss wanted to massage anything of mine.
Ianto Jones 4:13am
Rhi was not happy with me driving home this late night. She’s worried about carjackers, I’m more worried about
Ianto Jones 4:14am
Never mind. I’m bloody knackered.
Jack hurriedly hit “reply” before Fast-Fingers Jones could say anything else.
You could crash at my place. I have the room.
Jack didn’t even close the mobile, just watched the screen, and as soon as he saw the reply, he punched the “read now” button.
Ianto Jones 4:16am
You said I could sleep in tomorrow. If I come by you I won’t sleep.
Jack wanted to pout, already missing Ianto so badly.
I’ll be good. You can even sit on my hands if you’re that worried.
Ianto Jones 4:17am
Me sitting on your hands will only give your hands something to play with. I should just go home.
He tapped the “reply” button before he even finished reading the message properly,
I just miss you. Please? I can get on my knees.
Jack tucked his hand under the sheet and along his chest, feeling tiredness finally creep into his bones. He didn’t necessarily want to play tonight, but rather just hold Ianto tight to him, his own living teddy bear; teddy bear with other perks, but his nonetheless. Jack tried to be patient, but after a couple of minutes and no response from Ianto, he texted the younger man again.
So?
A moment later, his mobile beeped back at him.
Ianto Jones 4:23am
I don’t know. I don’t feel up to anything too avant garde. I need something, but I don’t know what. I think I’ll go home.
Jack felt his heart drop. He actually found himself loving Ianto, and missing him the nights they weren’t together. Ianto had somehow become such a part of his life. He wasn’t exactly sure when it happened, but it had.
Okay then, good night.
Jack half-turned on his side, and dropped the mobile back on the bedside table, blowing out a breath through pursed lips. Burying his hands under the pillow, Jack tried to make himself comfortable. If he could even relax, that would be better than nothing, even if he couldn’t sleep.
He heard movement above him in the Hub and found himself fully awake and on alert. No intruder alarms had gone off, but no one was supposed to be in for at least a couple of more hours. Jack yanked his hand out from under the pillow and flipped open his wrist strap, checking with the Hub’s main surveillance. When he saw who it was, he smiled into the pillow.
Hearing the person at the top of the ladder that led down into his quarters, Jack consciously evened out his breathing so it seemed like he still slept. Step-by-step he heard them descend, trying to be quiet. There was a rustling of clothes being removed and placed over the dresser, and then the bed moved as that same someone lifted up the cover and slipped in next to Jack.
“I know you’re not really asleep,” Ianto softly said, wrapping his arms around Jack’s bare chest. He rested his chin against Jack’s shoulder.
“I thought you were going home,” Jack huffed back,
“I did. This is more home than my flat is, especially since you’re here.”
Jack looked back at Ianto, watching the younger man’s eyes start to droop. He entwined his fingers in Ianto’s and brought the one hand up to his lips, kissing it.
“I’m too tired to do anything Jack.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I just want you,” Jack replied, tucking his hand and Ianto’s hand under his chin.
Jack could feel Ianto’s breath tickling the back of his neck as his lover succumbed to sleep. Jack felt at peace and closed his eyes, smelling Ianto around him. He let out a sigh and felt himself falling asleep at last.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Children of Earth (TW 3) (mention of family)
Disclaimer: 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: Jack and Ianto have needs that cannot be satisfied with just a text message.
Author's Notes: Something that popped into my head from an actual innocent (it really was innocent!) comment over IM to temporal_witch.
Restless
Jack tossed and turned, flipping the thin sheet across his bare legs. Some nights he felt comfortable and safe in his private quarters in the Hub, but then there was nights like this when he felt so stifled. Ironically, this was one of the few nights that Ianto wasn’t sleeping next to him. Jack felt so cramped, not having someone to curl up against, missing Ianto’s heat and energy. Having the younger man to snuggle up against was better than warm milk to get Jack to actually sleep.
His mobile beeped on the bedside table. Jack half-heartedly fumbled for it, not wanting to have to deal with anything at this time of night. He let out a yawn and flipped open the silver RAZR. The corners of his lips turned up into a smile when he saw the alert on his screen.
Ianto Jones 3:47am
Tell me why, I agreed to go out with Johnny and his mates? If I get hit once more in the shoulder, some of Owen’s stock might go missing.
Jack chuckled and hit the “reply” key.
You’re a good man Ianto Jones, and a good brother-in-law. Maybe you need someone to massage that shoulder for you?
He hit send and let his hand fall to the bed, still clutching the mobile. Burrowing his head into the crisp pillowcase, Jack imagined how it must be to have things such as brother-in-laws and sisters and nieces and nephews to worry about. All he had was-
The mobile beeped again and Jack glanced down his arm as he flipped it open again, smirking at the screen.
Ianto Jones 3:52am
Finally headed back to the Estate and my head is pounding. Rhi will want me to just spend the night, but I don’t think I can.
Jack could certainly understand that. The mobile beeped again and he hit the “read now” button.
Ianto Jones 3:53am
And I highly doubt it’s my shoulder you really want to massage. Can’t leave you alone one night, can I?
Jack hut “reply” and with one finger typed out a response.
I was serious about your shoulder, but I am more than willing to massage anything you want me to.
Jack opened his mouth wide, letting out a yawn that made his eyes sting from stretching his face. He kept glancing down at his mobile, waiting for a reply from Ianto. After ten minutes without a response, he sighed and turned onto his side, tucking the mobile under his head, still clasped in his hand.
Thinking he might actually be able to get some sleep that night, Jack nearly jumped as the mobile beeped at him. He flipped it open, burying the grin against his shoulder.
Ianto Jones 4:13am
Oi! Hopefully Johnny will be too drunk to remember why he has the bruise on his arm after asking why my boss wanted to massage anything of mine.
Ianto Jones 4:13am
Rhi was not happy with me driving home this late night. She’s worried about carjackers, I’m more worried about
Ianto Jones 4:14am
Never mind. I’m bloody knackered.
Jack hurriedly hit “reply” before Fast-Fingers Jones could say anything else.
You could crash at my place. I have the room.
Jack didn’t even close the mobile, just watched the screen, and as soon as he saw the reply, he punched the “read now” button.
Ianto Jones 4:16am
You said I could sleep in tomorrow. If I come by you I won’t sleep.
Jack wanted to pout, already missing Ianto so badly.
I’ll be good. You can even sit on my hands if you’re that worried.
Ianto Jones 4:17am
Me sitting on your hands will only give your hands something to play with. I should just go home.
He tapped the “reply” button before he even finished reading the message properly,
I just miss you. Please? I can get on my knees.
Jack tucked his hand under the sheet and along his chest, feeling tiredness finally creep into his bones. He didn’t necessarily want to play tonight, but rather just hold Ianto tight to him, his own living teddy bear; teddy bear with other perks, but his nonetheless. Jack tried to be patient, but after a couple of minutes and no response from Ianto, he texted the younger man again.
So?
A moment later, his mobile beeped back at him.
Ianto Jones 4:23am
I don’t know. I don’t feel up to anything too avant garde. I need something, but I don’t know what. I think I’ll go home.
Jack felt his heart drop. He actually found himself loving Ianto, and missing him the nights they weren’t together. Ianto had somehow become such a part of his life. He wasn’t exactly sure when it happened, but it had.
Okay then, good night.
Jack half-turned on his side, and dropped the mobile back on the bedside table, blowing out a breath through pursed lips. Burying his hands under the pillow, Jack tried to make himself comfortable. If he could even relax, that would be better than nothing, even if he couldn’t sleep.
He heard movement above him in the Hub and found himself fully awake and on alert. No intruder alarms had gone off, but no one was supposed to be in for at least a couple of more hours. Jack yanked his hand out from under the pillow and flipped open his wrist strap, checking with the Hub’s main surveillance. When he saw who it was, he smiled into the pillow.
Hearing the person at the top of the ladder that led down into his quarters, Jack consciously evened out his breathing so it seemed like he still slept. Step-by-step he heard them descend, trying to be quiet. There was a rustling of clothes being removed and placed over the dresser, and then the bed moved as that same someone lifted up the cover and slipped in next to Jack.
“I know you’re not really asleep,” Ianto softly said, wrapping his arms around Jack’s bare chest. He rested his chin against Jack’s shoulder.
“I thought you were going home,” Jack huffed back,
“I did. This is more home than my flat is, especially since you’re here.”
Jack looked back at Ianto, watching the younger man’s eyes start to droop. He entwined his fingers in Ianto’s and brought the one hand up to his lips, kissing it.
“I’m too tired to do anything Jack.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I just want you,” Jack replied, tucking his hand and Ianto’s hand under his chin.
Jack could feel Ianto’s breath tickling the back of his neck as his lover succumbed to sleep. Jack felt at peace and closed his eyes, smelling Ianto around him. He let out a sigh and felt himself falling asleep at last.