Just Like A Jones 20/30
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 20/30
Rating: R for the series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Martha. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon.
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
A/N - I shall make you happy! jut watch me! happy fix.
Thanks. Thanks to everyone who has replied so far XD. As i have said before it was lack of feedbak that made me give up before, but the comment i got for ch8 made me so happy and confident and determined to keep going for this fandom. )
A/N- No update tomorrow. Work again. Will be one on friday though.
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“Why do you do that?” Ianto woke up and rolled onto his side, then winced. He looked at Jack as he sat in the chair and managed to prop himself up on his elbow. His voice was back now, croaky and painful and low, but it was back.
It had been three days since he had woken, with pain burning through his body like someone had drenched him in petrol and lit a match. That feeling was still there, lurking behind the painkillers with a dull thud and ache, and his throat still burned when a little when he talked. Ianto wondered what it would be without the pain relief and whether he could cope without them; he knew the pain would be there, but he would suffer through it if he could manage to stay awake for longer than an hour without feeling as though he had spent a whole day trying to keep up with Linford Christie. After an hour his body would ache, burn even, and his eyes would feel heavy until he slept. He would sleep for hours.
“You've done it three times now.”
“Done what?”
“When I go to sleep you're lying beside me, but when I wake up you're all the way over there.”
Jack sighed and leaned forward in the chair; he kissed Ianto's hand and ran his fingers over the skin. “I don't want to hurt you by moving.”
“You won't.”
“I could. You're still in a lot of pain, I would hate to make it any worse.”
“You won't.” Ianto took hold of Jack's arm and pulled him closer. “Come to bed.”
He looked at the clock. It was almost six-thirty. “It's nearly time to get up.”
“Nearly.” He grabbed hold of Jack's shirt and pulled him closer with all the strength he could muster. “Not yet.”
Jack leaned down and kissed him, then hovered his lips a breath away. “If Mica came in--”
“We're not exactly going to be doing anything suspect, are we?” He smiled.
“Sadly not.” Jack removed his braces and his shirt, then took off his trousers and socks and draped them over the chair. He climbed in and lay beside him, moving around a little to get comfortable in the small bed. “I worry.”
“No shit.” Ianto tucked himself under Jack's arm and rested his head against his chest. “Don't worry.”
Jack smiled, but it dropped. “You're in all this pain because of me, I don't want to make it any worse.”
“It's not your fault. If it wasn't for you and Mica I wouldn't even be here. I mean, yeah it hurts, I won't lie to you, but I'm glad I'm here.”
“Do you feel any better?”
“A little. Do you think we could try a lower dose though?” he asked. “I want to be a little more with it.”
“But the pain--”
Ianto manoeuvred himself to hover above Jack. “I want to stay awake.” He kissed him softly. “I keep nodding off in the middle of conversations. My Grandad used to do that in the middle of Murder she wrote. It was really annoying.”
“If you really want to.” Jack pulled Ianto down into a kiss and let his fingers get lost in the thickness of his hair. “We can try it, but--”
Jack's words got lost amidst Ianto's kisses and he pulled him closer, feeling the weight of his body as he surrendered to the caress of his lips. Ianto's hands touched Jack's skin, tracing along his jaw as he kissed him just the way they used to; his hot lips moving to graze his neck.
Jack rolled over, pressing Ianto gently into the pillow. He griped his hair and stroked his cheek; he felt his heat and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss further. Jack explored his mouth and felt the familiar feeling of his body, moaning deeply when Ianto pulled his closer and gripped his hair with his fingers.
He moved closer and settled into the comfort of him, pressing his body against Ianto; it made his arousal impossible to hide.
“Jack--” Ianto pulled away suddenly, turning his head to the side to break the kiss.
“Sorry.” Jack regained his breath and looked into Ianto's eyes. “I didn't mean to do that, I just got carried away. He has a mind of his own I swear.””
He smiled. “I don't mind, really, it's flattering.”
“I can't exactly control it,” he admitted, shying away from Ianto's eyes. “It's been a while since you did that and it always got to me.”
“God, I don't think I've ever seen you bashful before.” Ianto smiled a little and turned Jack's face so he could look at him.
“I didn't plan that.”
“I know.” Ianto kissed him softly. “I wouldn't usually complain. I mean it's-- nice-- really.”
“Nice?”
“I would love to.”
“No, no. I wasn't after--”
“I know.” Ianto sighed sadly. “I don't think mine works the way it used to.”
“It will.”
He looked down. “I think he's dead. I mean, lets face it, if you can't, you know, bring him back to life there's really no hope.”
“Give it time.”
“What if he never--” Ianto paused to find his words. “Wakes up.”
“It will.” He kissed him. “Give it a while.”
“Now would be good.” Ianto smiled a little “Really good. I miss it.”
Jack moved away and turned Ianto onto his side, then wrapped his arm around him from behind. “I don't think you really have the energy for it right now.”
“Maybe not, but I really want to try.”
Jack smiled against his shoulder, then kissed it. “Another day.”
“I feel pathetic. Less of a man.”
“Never.” Jack kissed his neck softly and pulled him close. “You're recently back from the dead, that's gotta effect it.”
“It never effected your--”
“My?” Jack waited. He could feel Ianto's hole body blush.
“You know, your--”
“My...?”
“Your, you know, your.” His whole body turned hot and he pressed his face into the pillow to hide his blushes. “Your little Harkness.”
“Little?!” Jack opened his mouth in horror. “Lit-- litt?” He stuttered, unable to comprehend. “Little? What do you mean Little?! I am not little.”
Ianto smirked and rose an eyebrow. “Well, no, not little--”
Jack pulled back the overs and looked down. “Little?”
“Maybe little is the wrong word.”
“Maybe? I'll have you know that I have never been referred to as little since I was three, and even then I was above average.”
“Fine then.” Ianto turned around. “Your one eyed giant, your Excalibur. Your truncheon. Your light-saber. Battering ram. Widow-maker. Trouser serpent. Jack-hammer.”
Jack kissed him. “Stop now.” He pressed him into the pillows, and grazed his lips against Ianto's neck, then smiled against him when he felt the Welshman's fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck. “Stop talking.”
“Jack?”
“Mm-hmm?” Jack's lips didn't break contact.
“How long did you say it had been for you?”
“Seventy-five years.” He kissed Ianto's Jaw and nipped his ear with his teeth.
“And in that seventy-five years, how many people have you been with?”
Jack stopped a moment, but didn't move. “Define people?”
“Okay.” Ianto sighed. “How many individuals?”
Jack kissed Ianto softly, then captured his bottom lip between his teeth. “A few.”
“Define a few.” Ianto spoke despite Jack's teeth on his lip.
“What?”
“Give me a breakdown.”
“Okay.” Jack let go of his lip and moved down Ianto's neck then kissed it. “nine women, eleven men and maybe.” he paused to think. “twenty un-gendered.”
“Un-gendered?”
“You can't always tell.” He nibbled his way along Ianto's collarbone and tasted the skin on his shoulder. “Undisclosed species.”
“I see.” Ianto said nothing for a moment. “So, since you were with me you have been with forty different partners?” He opened his mouth and then closed a few times. “Forty?”
“I've had less sex in the last seventy-five years than I ever did when we were together.”
“I suppose... seventy-five years.” He took a moment to think about it. “Forty divided by seventy-five.” Ianto paused. “One partner roughly every 1.8 years. That's not much for you.”
“No, it really isn't.”
“Seventy-five years is a really long time.”
“Too long.” Jack devoured Ianto' neck.
“And you were-- safe?”
Jack smiled. “Don't worry Ianto. I don't have any scary intergalactic STI's for you to worry about.”
“Safe sex is important.”
“I'm always safe.”
“And... was there anyone... special?”
Jack abandoned Ianto's shoulder and hovered above him. “Special?”
“Anyone that you liked. Loved?”
“Not loved.” He kissed his cheek. “But there was one that I liked a little more than the others.”
“Tell me about them.”
“Why?” Jack sighed. “They're not important.”
“Do they know that?” Ianto locked Jack's eyes into his gaze. “Did they think they were important to you?”
Jack settled back down on the pillow and turned on his side, Ianto faced him.
“About fifty years ago I tried to have a relationship. I was lonely, I wanted to try and lay down some roots, but it was no good.” Jack kissed his forehead. “I was with her for a few months and then I left her to come back here and see our family. I didn't try again after that.”
“Were you happy?”
“Nah.” Jack wrapped his arm around Ianto. “I came back too often to really move on, but wouldn't have had it any other way.”
Ianto averted hi eyes. “I feel a little guilty about that.”
“Don't.”
“You should have moved on, lived. Loved.”
“I could never find anyone else to love after I loved you.” Jack kissed him softly and caressed his cheek; Ianto closed his eyes and savoured the warmth of his touch. “It was never the same.”
Ianto licked his lips, swallowed a lump in his throat, then opened his eyes and gazed into Jack. “And you--”
“I loved you. Yes. I Love you. Always have, always will really. And I never wanted that. Ever.”
“Why?”
“Too hard. I never want to love anyone because they die and I just have this emptiness, an eroding in my heart that aches every time it beats. Agony and darkness and pain.” He kissed him softly and rested his head against his forehead. “I tried not to love you, I really did. I didn't want to feel that emptiness again. I knew that I wouldn't be able to take it, but you made me love you. I didn't get a choice.”
“I'm sorry.” Ianto's fingers stroked the hair at the back of Jack's head. “I think.”
“Don't be. I loved you and I should have told you, but I didn't want to feel it and when you died.” Jack closed his eyes and the pain came back. It was like someone had stabbed him in the heart and tried to rip out his insides. He took a breath to combat the heat in his eyes. He felt his heart erode and his tears came. “Oh God, when you died. The pain. I've never felt more cursed.”
Ianto kissed his tears. “I'm sorry.”
“You didn't want to die.” Jack smiled a little and pulled Ianto against his chest; he kissed his head. “And you're here now.”
“But one day I'll die again.” Ianto held onto him. “Why bring me back just to go through that again?”
“Because we didn't get enough time. I didn't get to be with you in the way I wanted to. Now we have a second chance.”
“I'll get old,” he said.
“I don't care.”
“I'll die, and you'll watch me.”
Jack kissed his head. “Don't talk about that. I just got you back and I refuse to think about the day that I'll lose you again.”
“Okay.” Ianto closed his eyes. “We'll just enjoy it then.”
“Ianto?”
“Mmm?” The Welshman moved loser to the warmth of his lovers chest.
“You knew that I loved you, didn't you?”
“I hoped you did. I never knew.”
“When you woke up I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know.”
Ianto opened his eyes half-way and looked up at him. “I didn't want you to say it when you were so full of emotion. You might not have meant it.”
“I do mean it.”
Ianto smiled. “I know.” His voice was groggy.
“You look tired,” he said, “I'll go.”
“No.” Ianto settled further into him. “Stay.”
“Okay.” He pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around him.
Ianto looked up at Jack. “I love you too, you know.”
“I know.” Jack smiled and kissed his head. “Sleep now.”
“Can I have a bath later?” Ianto asked, yawning. “I really need to feel clean.”
“How? You can barely walk let alone get into the bath.”
“You can help me.” He kissed Jack's chest. “Maybe it would relax both of us.”
“You could be right.”
“We could both squeeze in.”
Jack smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Ianto yawned, his voice seemed far away. “Thought you might.”
Jack noticed Ianto's regulated breathing and held him close when he drifted back off to sleep. He kissed his head and ran his fingers down his cheek. The sun was starting to break through the door, shining through from the windows in the living room and Jack wasn't tired, but he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
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Mica put on a pot of coffee and made her way through to the bedroom, opening the door just a crack. She smiled at the sight of them wrapped up in eachother and shut the door.
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PART 21 HERE