Fic: Adrift In Time Prologue (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Adrift In Time
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: What happens if Ianto is taken by the rift, and Jack can't give up the hunt for him?
Word Count: 15952
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. This is a victory fic for my darling baby kajmere because her goddamn Flames beat my beloved Stars in a shootout last week and as her reward for our bet... she got a fic of her choice. This fic, I believe meets the prompt she left with specific requirements, which I'm not going to list. I've added a few of my own for good measure, because I LOVE YOU. I hope you enjoy baby!
Prologue
Ianto wriggled in his sleep as Jack nibbled on his ear, then down his neck to his shoulder. Nipping bites lathed by his tongue to soothe the sting, his lips sucking the blood to the surface gently afterwards. Ianto sighed contentedly as he languidly stretched his muscles where he lay on his stomach on the bed in Jack's den of a bedroom in the Hub, Jack spread out beside him on his side, naked save for the sheet that covered them both. Jack's arm wound around Ianto's waist and under his torso to pull him up onto his side.
“Jack,” Ianto moaned sleepily in protest, and moved so that he was more firmly on the bed. “Sleeping.”
Jack peppered his shoulders with open mouthed kisses. “I'm not,” Jack mumbled.
“Clearly,” Ianto sighed as Jack hooked a leg over his hips and climbed up on top. He moved to accommodate his now growing erection, grumbling as he did and bucking against Jack who hissed at the contact of Ianto's arse against his groin. “You can do all the work.”
“Gladly,” Jack said, his hands pushing the sheet back off them so it fell onto the floor. He shimmied his way down Ianto's body, smoothing his hands back up Ianto's sides, grinning against his creamy white skin at the shivering muscles beneath his mouth. Jack moved his hands up to skim over Ianto's biceps, biting at the quivering muscles and sighing when he heard Ianto moan and thrust his hips against the bed below. “Hey, stop that.”
“Then fuck me,” Ianto ordered, his voice thick with sleep and lethargy.
“I'm getting there,” Jack mumbled, moving his hands back down to the bed to help move his own body down Ianto's.
“Not fast enough,” Ianto complained half-heartedly, snuffling into his pillow, and spread his legs for Jack. His lover kissed his way down Ianto's back, licking at the dip where his spine curved before it flicked out for the coccyx and nipping with his teeth. Jack's hands moved to Ianto's buttocks, squeezing and pulling the muscles apart. “Jack,” Ianto moaned and Jack moved lower still to kiss and lick and bite at those rounded muscles. Jack kissed his way lower still to lick the crack, his tongue catching on Ianto's hole. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm, love your taste,” Jack groaned, licking over Ianto's entrance again, holding his cheeks open and diving back in. Using his tongue, Jack teased the rim of the small clenching hole, licking around it and over it. He chuckled as it quivered and Ianto squirmed, his hips moving back and forth.
“More Jack,” he moaned. “I need more.”
Jack bit his left buttock then soothed it with an open kiss. “Okay, baby, okay,” he said, before licking Ianto's hole again and easing his tongue inside, and pulling it back out again. Ianto wriggled and groaned, his legs even wider as he thrust his arse back into Jack's face. Jack thrust his tongue in further, stretching Ianto as much as he could by moving and curling his tongue. With one hand, he reached under the bed for the tube of lube they'd dropped from the night before, and when he found it, he pulled back completely.
“Hey!” Ianto protested at Jack's withdrawal.
“Lube, babe,” he said, slicking up his fingers and teasing Ianto's crack before sliding two fingers inside. Ianto thrust back immediately, pushing himself up onto his knees for leverage.
“More Jack!”
Jack slid a third one in and crooked his fingers to hit that spot inside to make Ianto shudder and yell out.
“So beautiful, baby,” Jack crooned, sliding his spare hand up and down Ianto's back before holding onto Ianto's hip. He slid a fourth finger in, and Ianto's head flung back. Jack leaned down and helped to push him upright. “C'mon, I want you to sit on me. Lean your hands against the wall for support,” Jack said, getting him into position.
Jack then slicked up his hard cock with lube and pushed into Ianto in one thrust, pulling back on his hips to have him sit on Jack's thighs. Jack's hands reached for Ianto's and pried them off the wall, wrapping them around Ianto's waist, cuddling him against him as he spread his legs and pulled his hips back to pull out of Ianto. Ianto's head fell back onto Jack's shoulder, his mouth open. Jack slowly pushed back in, and they groaned in unison.
“Oh Jack,” Ianto breathed, turning his head to kiss Jack's neck. Jack's lips found Ianto's, claiming him in a deep, wet kiss. Ianto could taste his own bitter essence on Jack's tongue, which only turned him on even more, the depraved decadence of having someone kissing him so intimately was something he had never indulged in before Jack. His current lover, however, lowered his inhibitions and opened his mind to possibilities. Jack made him think less about labels and more about feelings, sensations. “I love you,” he whimpered, his forehead landing against Jack's when the kiss ended and Jack's fingers, laced over the back of Ianto's hand moved down the sweat slicked skin of Ianto's stomach to find his hard cock, hot to touch and burning with need.
“Ianto...” Jack whispered. “Don't-”
“S'okay,” Ianto closed his eyes. “You don't have to,” he hissed as their hands connected with Ianto's hard cock. He knew Jack would never say the words back. Jack didn't love him like Ianto loved Jack. He knew that. He didn't need him to. He knew that while he may not hold all of Jack's heart, he had a small piece of it. And that was enough. Together, their hands slowly pumped Ianto's cock in time with Jack's lazy yet hard thrusts into Ianto. “Just accept them.” He turned his head away, breathing out and moaning as Jack's cock hit against his prostrate. “Jack...”
“Ianto...”
Jack sped up his thrusts, and their hands matched the tempo. Sweat poured off the both of them and Jack tightened his other arm around Ianto's chest, holding him closer.
“I'm coming Jack,” Ianto warned, stiffening as come exploded over their hands and the bed, even on the wall. His arse clenched around Jack's cock and Jack shuddered, burying his face in Ianto's neck as he crashed over the edge, thrusting through his orgasm. Jack held Ianto to him as he came down from the high, his face still buried in his neck.
He wanted to say the words to Ianto, God how he wanted to say the words, but it terrified him to say them out loud. He always thought that he would say them to Gwen, but somehow he'd fallen in love with the quiet and unassuming archivist who took care of the team without them even realising it. He was the true heart of Torchwood, and he held Jack's just as surely as Jack knew he held Ianto's. He just couldn't get his mouth to form the words that he knew he needed to say. He hoped his actions spoke what his tongue wouldn't allow him to say.
“Jack?” Ianto patted his hand. “I'm cramping up. We need to shower.”
“Yeah,” he nodded in Ianto's neck. “Yeah I know. I just...”
Ianto smiled, and turned his head. Jack reluctantly looked up. “Shower with me.” Jack kissed him, licking inside Ianto's mouth. Ianto groaned, opening his mouth and kissing back, languid and deep. “Jack.”
“Yeah.” Jack pulled out, and watched as Ianto gingerly got off Jack's bed. He turned back and extended his hand, waiting until Jack sighed and placed his hand in Ianto's, allowing him to pull him off the bed and into the small bathroom that adjoined his bedroom under his office.
Ianto turned on the shower and got it to the warm temperature that Jack liked, while Jack found a couple of towel and hung them up for when they got out. Ianto got in first, and washed his hair. Jack stepped in after him and lathered up the soap. He took his time as he washed Ianto, massaging his lover's muscles and making sure he washed every single crevice. As Ianto rinsed off, Jack smiled.
“What?” Ianto asked, turning to find his lover watching him.
“Nothing.”
“You're smiling.”
Jack laughed. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Jack leaned in and kissed him. “Because that's what people do when they're happy.” He put his arms around Ianto's waist and they switched places so Jack could get his turn under the spray. Oh yeah, that water felt good.
“You're happy?” Ianto asked skeptically, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squirting it out into his hand.
“Don't seem so surprised,” Jack mused, ducking his head under the water to wet so Ianto could lather it up. He leaned down for Ianto to wash his hair. For some unknown reason, Ianto enjoyed it. It was... an unusual kink of his, but who was Jack to turn down a head massage? He closed his eyes and moaned as Ianto's fingers worked their magic over his skull. “God, that feels good.”
“So it should, I know what I'm doing,” Ianto huffed. “You know that.”
Jack chuckled. “That I do.”
“Rinse,” Ianto ordered, and washed off his hands. Jack leaned back under the spray again and Ianto reached for the soap to lather up his hands. He gave Jack the same treatment that Jack had given him, washing him thoroughly, though he did include a blowjob, which surprised Jack.
“What was that for?” Jack asked after they spent a good few minutes making out under the warm spray of the shower.
“Because I wanted to,” Ianto replied, hugging Jack to him. “Isn't that a good enough reason?”
Jack grinned. “The best.”
“Good.” He extended one hand out and shut off the shower. “Time to get ready for work.”
“Can't we just go back to bed?” Jack whined.
Ianto gave him a wry smile. “No, Captain Harkness. You have a duty to the Crown.”
“Fuck the crown.”
Ianto passed him a towel. “Oh I don't think that would be a fun experience. Too pointy.”
Jack shook his head. “And they say you don't have a sense of humour.”
“They can go fuck themselves.”
Jack grinned, “They can. I get to fuck you.”
“I'd say you win then,” Ianto agreed, wrapping his towel around his waist and heading for the sink to brush his teeth and continue to get ready for work.
~*~
When they made it upstairs, Ianto headed to the kitchenette to make coffee, while Jack sat down at his desk to check to rift monitor and scan through the morning's emails that had come in over night. Ianto came jogging back to Jack's office.
“Jack, we're out of milk. I'm going to just duck down to the store and pick up a few pints,” Ianto walked over and sat on the edge of his desk.
“Get Gwen or Tosh to bring some in on the way,” Jack suggested, reading through his email. Though he didn't take his eyes off the screen, his arm draped over Ianto's leg, holding him there.
Ianto shook his head. “Nah, I'll only be a few minutes. It's not even six yet. They won't be in until after eight. You want to wait another two hours for your first caffeine hit?” Ianto asked. Jack shuddered. “Exactly. Shan't be long.” Ianto went to move, but Jack looked up and grabbed him by his navy blue striped tie, pulling his out of his waistcoat and down to kiss him deeply.
“Be careful.”
Ianto straightened his clothing. “It's only milk, Jack,” he said with a chuckle as he pushed off Jack's desk, and jogged out of his boss' office.
Jack watched him leave. As Ianto reached the tunnel, he turned back and looked up at Jack's office. He winked, a small smirk that he gave only to Jack on his mouth.
That was the last time that Jack saw him.
Chapter 1
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: What happens if Ianto is taken by the rift, and Jack can't give up the hunt for him?
Word Count: 15952
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. This is a victory fic for my darling baby kajmere because her goddamn Flames beat my beloved Stars in a shootout last week and as her reward for our bet... she got a fic of her choice. This fic, I believe meets the prompt she left with specific requirements, which I'm not going to list. I've added a few of my own for good measure, because I LOVE YOU. I hope you enjoy baby!
Prologue
Ianto wriggled in his sleep as Jack nibbled on his ear, then down his neck to his shoulder. Nipping bites lathed by his tongue to soothe the sting, his lips sucking the blood to the surface gently afterwards. Ianto sighed contentedly as he languidly stretched his muscles where he lay on his stomach on the bed in Jack's den of a bedroom in the Hub, Jack spread out beside him on his side, naked save for the sheet that covered them both. Jack's arm wound around Ianto's waist and under his torso to pull him up onto his side.
“Jack,” Ianto moaned sleepily in protest, and moved so that he was more firmly on the bed. “Sleeping.”
Jack peppered his shoulders with open mouthed kisses. “I'm not,” Jack mumbled.
“Clearly,” Ianto sighed as Jack hooked a leg over his hips and climbed up on top. He moved to accommodate his now growing erection, grumbling as he did and bucking against Jack who hissed at the contact of Ianto's arse against his groin. “You can do all the work.”
“Gladly,” Jack said, his hands pushing the sheet back off them so it fell onto the floor. He shimmied his way down Ianto's body, smoothing his hands back up Ianto's sides, grinning against his creamy white skin at the shivering muscles beneath his mouth. Jack moved his hands up to skim over Ianto's biceps, biting at the quivering muscles and sighing when he heard Ianto moan and thrust his hips against the bed below. “Hey, stop that.”
“Then fuck me,” Ianto ordered, his voice thick with sleep and lethargy.
“I'm getting there,” Jack mumbled, moving his hands back down to the bed to help move his own body down Ianto's.
“Not fast enough,” Ianto complained half-heartedly, snuffling into his pillow, and spread his legs for Jack. His lover kissed his way down Ianto's back, licking at the dip where his spine curved before it flicked out for the coccyx and nipping with his teeth. Jack's hands moved to Ianto's buttocks, squeezing and pulling the muscles apart. “Jack,” Ianto moaned and Jack moved lower still to kiss and lick and bite at those rounded muscles. Jack kissed his way lower still to lick the crack, his tongue catching on Ianto's hole. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm, love your taste,” Jack groaned, licking over Ianto's entrance again, holding his cheeks open and diving back in. Using his tongue, Jack teased the rim of the small clenching hole, licking around it and over it. He chuckled as it quivered and Ianto squirmed, his hips moving back and forth.
“More Jack,” he moaned. “I need more.”
Jack bit his left buttock then soothed it with an open kiss. “Okay, baby, okay,” he said, before licking Ianto's hole again and easing his tongue inside, and pulling it back out again. Ianto wriggled and groaned, his legs even wider as he thrust his arse back into Jack's face. Jack thrust his tongue in further, stretching Ianto as much as he could by moving and curling his tongue. With one hand, he reached under the bed for the tube of lube they'd dropped from the night before, and when he found it, he pulled back completely.
“Hey!” Ianto protested at Jack's withdrawal.
“Lube, babe,” he said, slicking up his fingers and teasing Ianto's crack before sliding two fingers inside. Ianto thrust back immediately, pushing himself up onto his knees for leverage.
“More Jack!”
Jack slid a third one in and crooked his fingers to hit that spot inside to make Ianto shudder and yell out.
“So beautiful, baby,” Jack crooned, sliding his spare hand up and down Ianto's back before holding onto Ianto's hip. He slid a fourth finger in, and Ianto's head flung back. Jack leaned down and helped to push him upright. “C'mon, I want you to sit on me. Lean your hands against the wall for support,” Jack said, getting him into position.
Jack then slicked up his hard cock with lube and pushed into Ianto in one thrust, pulling back on his hips to have him sit on Jack's thighs. Jack's hands reached for Ianto's and pried them off the wall, wrapping them around Ianto's waist, cuddling him against him as he spread his legs and pulled his hips back to pull out of Ianto. Ianto's head fell back onto Jack's shoulder, his mouth open. Jack slowly pushed back in, and they groaned in unison.
“Oh Jack,” Ianto breathed, turning his head to kiss Jack's neck. Jack's lips found Ianto's, claiming him in a deep, wet kiss. Ianto could taste his own bitter essence on Jack's tongue, which only turned him on even more, the depraved decadence of having someone kissing him so intimately was something he had never indulged in before Jack. His current lover, however, lowered his inhibitions and opened his mind to possibilities. Jack made him think less about labels and more about feelings, sensations. “I love you,” he whimpered, his forehead landing against Jack's when the kiss ended and Jack's fingers, laced over the back of Ianto's hand moved down the sweat slicked skin of Ianto's stomach to find his hard cock, hot to touch and burning with need.
“Ianto...” Jack whispered. “Don't-”
“S'okay,” Ianto closed his eyes. “You don't have to,” he hissed as their hands connected with Ianto's hard cock. He knew Jack would never say the words back. Jack didn't love him like Ianto loved Jack. He knew that. He didn't need him to. He knew that while he may not hold all of Jack's heart, he had a small piece of it. And that was enough. Together, their hands slowly pumped Ianto's cock in time with Jack's lazy yet hard thrusts into Ianto. “Just accept them.” He turned his head away, breathing out and moaning as Jack's cock hit against his prostrate. “Jack...”
“Ianto...”
Jack sped up his thrusts, and their hands matched the tempo. Sweat poured off the both of them and Jack tightened his other arm around Ianto's chest, holding him closer.
“I'm coming Jack,” Ianto warned, stiffening as come exploded over their hands and the bed, even on the wall. His arse clenched around Jack's cock and Jack shuddered, burying his face in Ianto's neck as he crashed over the edge, thrusting through his orgasm. Jack held Ianto to him as he came down from the high, his face still buried in his neck.
He wanted to say the words to Ianto, God how he wanted to say the words, but it terrified him to say them out loud. He always thought that he would say them to Gwen, but somehow he'd fallen in love with the quiet and unassuming archivist who took care of the team without them even realising it. He was the true heart of Torchwood, and he held Jack's just as surely as Jack knew he held Ianto's. He just couldn't get his mouth to form the words that he knew he needed to say. He hoped his actions spoke what his tongue wouldn't allow him to say.
“Jack?” Ianto patted his hand. “I'm cramping up. We need to shower.”
“Yeah,” he nodded in Ianto's neck. “Yeah I know. I just...”
Ianto smiled, and turned his head. Jack reluctantly looked up. “Shower with me.” Jack kissed him, licking inside Ianto's mouth. Ianto groaned, opening his mouth and kissing back, languid and deep. “Jack.”
“Yeah.” Jack pulled out, and watched as Ianto gingerly got off Jack's bed. He turned back and extended his hand, waiting until Jack sighed and placed his hand in Ianto's, allowing him to pull him off the bed and into the small bathroom that adjoined his bedroom under his office.
Ianto turned on the shower and got it to the warm temperature that Jack liked, while Jack found a couple of towel and hung them up for when they got out. Ianto got in first, and washed his hair. Jack stepped in after him and lathered up the soap. He took his time as he washed Ianto, massaging his lover's muscles and making sure he washed every single crevice. As Ianto rinsed off, Jack smiled.
“What?” Ianto asked, turning to find his lover watching him.
“Nothing.”
“You're smiling.”
Jack laughed. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Jack leaned in and kissed him. “Because that's what people do when they're happy.” He put his arms around Ianto's waist and they switched places so Jack could get his turn under the spray. Oh yeah, that water felt good.
“You're happy?” Ianto asked skeptically, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squirting it out into his hand.
“Don't seem so surprised,” Jack mused, ducking his head under the water to wet so Ianto could lather it up. He leaned down for Ianto to wash his hair. For some unknown reason, Ianto enjoyed it. It was... an unusual kink of his, but who was Jack to turn down a head massage? He closed his eyes and moaned as Ianto's fingers worked their magic over his skull. “God, that feels good.”
“So it should, I know what I'm doing,” Ianto huffed. “You know that.”
Jack chuckled. “That I do.”
“Rinse,” Ianto ordered, and washed off his hands. Jack leaned back under the spray again and Ianto reached for the soap to lather up his hands. He gave Jack the same treatment that Jack had given him, washing him thoroughly, though he did include a blowjob, which surprised Jack.
“What was that for?” Jack asked after they spent a good few minutes making out under the warm spray of the shower.
“Because I wanted to,” Ianto replied, hugging Jack to him. “Isn't that a good enough reason?”
Jack grinned. “The best.”
“Good.” He extended one hand out and shut off the shower. “Time to get ready for work.”
“Can't we just go back to bed?” Jack whined.
Ianto gave him a wry smile. “No, Captain Harkness. You have a duty to the Crown.”
“Fuck the crown.”
Ianto passed him a towel. “Oh I don't think that would be a fun experience. Too pointy.”
Jack shook his head. “And they say you don't have a sense of humour.”
“They can go fuck themselves.”
Jack grinned, “They can. I get to fuck you.”
“I'd say you win then,” Ianto agreed, wrapping his towel around his waist and heading for the sink to brush his teeth and continue to get ready for work.
~*~
When they made it upstairs, Ianto headed to the kitchenette to make coffee, while Jack sat down at his desk to check to rift monitor and scan through the morning's emails that had come in over night. Ianto came jogging back to Jack's office.
“Jack, we're out of milk. I'm going to just duck down to the store and pick up a few pints,” Ianto walked over and sat on the edge of his desk.
“Get Gwen or Tosh to bring some in on the way,” Jack suggested, reading through his email. Though he didn't take his eyes off the screen, his arm draped over Ianto's leg, holding him there.
Ianto shook his head. “Nah, I'll only be a few minutes. It's not even six yet. They won't be in until after eight. You want to wait another two hours for your first caffeine hit?” Ianto asked. Jack shuddered. “Exactly. Shan't be long.” Ianto went to move, but Jack looked up and grabbed him by his navy blue striped tie, pulling his out of his waistcoat and down to kiss him deeply.
“Be careful.”
Ianto straightened his clothing. “It's only milk, Jack,” he said with a chuckle as he pushed off Jack's desk, and jogged out of his boss' office.
Jack watched him leave. As Ianto reached the tunnel, he turned back and looked up at Jack's office. He winked, a small smirk that he gave only to Jack on his mouth.
That was the last time that Jack saw him.
Chapter 1