Fic: Adrift In Time Chapter 5 (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Adrift In Time
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
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 ~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~ Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ianto quickly became his favourite student. He was active in class, highly intelligent and it was clear that his eidetic memory had made it through the rift - if it was indeed his Ianto. Jack enjoyed his sarcastic wit and sharp tongue, his heart aching at how much like his Ianto he was, but he gave no indication at all of knowing Jack as anything other than his Professor. It killed Jack to watch him, to have him so close, and yet so far away.
It didn't help that he seemed to be everywhere Jack was. Jack would see him cross the quad from his living quarters on campus. Ianto liked to study underneath the massive Quinto Tree in the middle of the quad that provided shade. Jack liked to watch him. Jack would see him in the cafeteria, when he was eating with a fellow Professor and Ianto was with another student in line. Ianto would look over and smile, blushing adorably before looking away.
Halfway through the semester, Jack was sitting in his office grading the pop quiz he'd given them one afternoon. He smiled when he saw Ianto's. 100% correct. Jack marked it with an A+ and moved onto the next on with a sigh, moving Ianto's to the bottom of the pile. He was halfway though them when there was a knock on his door.
“Sir?”
Jack looked up to see Ianto standing there. He took off his glasses and held them in his hands as he said, “Mr Jones. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Ianto looked down at the floor and wrung his hands nervously, as if steeling himself for something.
Taking a breath, he looked up again. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions? A-about Planet Earth?”
Jack indicated he should sit down, and closed the folder of papers he was grading. “What kind of questions have you got, Mr Jones?” Ianto walked over and sat down.
Ianto opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. He paused, then tried again. “You said in class that Earth was one of the most complicated Planets in the galaxy?”
“Yes.”
“Why is that?”
Jack chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Well... for such a small planet, it has so many different races for one thing. None of them really agree on anything. They all have their own deities, though some have crossed over into multiple races through breeding. The human race didn't realise that there were alien lifeforms out there - at least not when I was there anyway. That may have changed. But for 2000 years they were blissfully ignorant save for a few hundred who tried to tell the other 6 billion inhabitants, but …”
Ianto smiled that smile Jack hadn't seen in 200 years. That tiny smirk that was always just for him. Oh how his heart ached. “They wouldn't listen,” Ianto finished.
Jack looked away. “No.” He cleared his throat. “No. They wouldn't. And for a Planet that liked to pride itself on being peaceful, they tended to turn to violence quite quickly.”
Ianto nodded. “I can see why you said it was complicated.”
Jack laughed. “Oh I haven't even gotten to sex and their love of labels yet!” Ianto frowned in confusion. “Nevermind. So tell me, Mr Jones, other than your fascination with Planet Earth, why are you taking my course? It has absolutely nothing to do with your chosen degree here at the Academy?”
Ianto's eyebrows rose in surprise at the knowledge that Jack had taken the liberty to look up what subjects he was taking. He'd been moved into the accelerated programme for active field duty. Ianto was the top of his class for marksmanship and field tactics. He was sharp, quick to learn, and all the other professors had praised his thirst for knowledge. Yet he shied away from being pushed into any advancement placements that would see him graduate early.
Ianto shrugged. “I...” he sighed. “I can't explain.”
“Can't or don't want to?” Jack asked softly. Ianto looked up from where he'd been staring at a spot on Jack's desk. “You know, Mr Jones, you can confide in me. I won't tell a soul anything that you tell me in this room.”
“I didn't know you to be a-a man of the cloth?”
Jack laughed, remembering the night they roleplayed being a sinner and a priest. “I've had many sins confessed to me,” Jack replied cryptically.
Ianto stared at him for what felt like a long time. Suddenly, he said, “I dream about a faraway place that feels more like home than the only home I remember being for the past 50 years.” He looked at his lap. “I don't age, Captain.”
Jack sat forward and leaned on his desk. “You don't age?”
Ianto shook his head. “I woke up on the planet I now call home, looking like this, with very few possessions and even less memory.” He sighed. “I didn't know where to go or what to do. I couldn't speak the language of where I was. I was lost and confused and I somehow knew that I was a long way from home but I didn't know where home was... My carer's wanted me to go into cryogenics like them but I... I didn't want to stay. I just felt like there was something... someone out there, looking, missing...”
Jack tossed his glasses on the desk, got up and walked around it to perch on the edge. “It's okay.” He reached out and rubbed a hand on Ianto's back comfortingly. Ianto suddenly gasped, and shuddered, his body stiffening and his mouth opening as he groaned. Jack's hand stilled immediately. “Mr Jones?” Jack questioned, pulling his hand back and standing up.
Ianto started to pant, gasping for breath. He looked up at Jack, his eyes clouding with tears and rapidly blinking. “I... I don't... understand....where...J-Jack?”
Jack's breath hitched. “Ianto?” Jack slowly sank back down against his desk, grabbing on so he didn't fall against the floor. What was happening?
Ianto stared at Jack, and then frowned. A multitude of emotions passed through his eyes. He settled on incredulous, “Jack? Jack is that you?”
Jack shook his head, trying to clear it. “I-I don't... I don't understand. You... you didn't... Ianto?”
Ianto suddenly clutched his head. “Argh,” he called out in pain. “Ow that hurts!”
“Ianto!” Jack said, catching him from falling forward out of the chair he was seated in. “Okay, you're coming with me. I have to get you out of here.”
Ianto nodded, and Jack grabbed Ianto's bag from the floor beside the chair he'd been seated in. He balanced Ianto against his desk while he grabbed his coat and glasses, then with an arm around his shoulders, helped Ianto out of his office and to his own living quarters. Thankfully, there was no one around in the Professors wing, being the middle of the day. Jack let the in and locked the door behind them, before he led Ianto over to his sofa and sat him down, leaving his bag beside the sofa.
“Lay down, Ianto,” Jack urged, and Ianto did as he was told. Jack fussed over him, smoothing out his hair as he perched on the edge of the sofa. “Wait here.” Jack rushed over to the kitchenette and got Ianto a glass of water, bringing it back. “Here. Drink this.”
Ianto struggled to sit up and drank it quickly, and handed the glass back. “Thank you, sir.”
“How's your head?” Jack put the glass on the coffee table, then stood up and shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto his desk.
“It's... it's fine. Throbbing. Like I just got hit by a freight train.”
Jack turned around quickly. He hadn't mentioned freight trains in his class yet. Ianto had sat up on his couch and was watching him with those blue eyes, always following him. Could it be possible? Could it be that Jack's touch had triggered Ianto's memory? And if so, where the hell had he been all these years? Did it really matter, now that they were together? Ianto didn't age, he said that. If he didn't age, and Jack aged slowly no one could tell, well... maybe they now had a chance?
Did Ianto still want that? Was it possible?
Jack's stomach churned as he thought of the possibility of Ianto not wanting him anymore. What would he do? He'd have to live with all eternity knowing that the man he searched the width and breadth of every known galaxy for had rejected him when he finally had his own immortality.
“Still wearing the greatcoat, Jack?” Ianto asked quietly bringing Jack out of his own reverie, “Isn't that a little out of date?”
Jack sobbed out a laugh. “It's my signature,” Jack offered feebly, unable to take his eyes off the man in front of him. Was this really Ianto? His Ianto?
Ianto nodded. “I think my fascination with planet Earth now makes so much more sense,” he sighed, rubbing his hand against his forehead. Jack swallowed hard. He couldn't believe it. His student was his long lost lover. “How long have I been gone?”
Jack looked down at the floor. “Uh. Ianto, I don't...”
“How long, Jack?” he demanded.
Jack looked back at Ianto. “200 years.”
Ianto looked crushed. “Two hun- oh.” He stood up, paced the room, rubbing at his forehead again before he sat back down again, rubbing his hands on his thighs, his legs jiggling with nerves. “Oh. So you would have. Yes, of course. No, of course.”
“Ianto, listen.”
“No, it's okay,” Ianto said, standing up and shoving his hands in the front pockets of his pants. “There's no way you would gone without for 200 years. That's absurd.” He looked down at his clothes. “Ugh. I want my three piece suits back again.”
Jack stood up and put his hands on Ianto's shoulders. “Please. Listen to me. I searched for you. I searched for you for centuries. You... you went out for milk and you never came back, Ianto,” Jack's eyes well with tears as his voice became thick with emotion. “I never...” Jack closed his eyes and shook his head. He tried to get himself under control, and dragged in a deep breath. “I never stopped looking for you, even when I came here three years ago.”
“You looked for me for 200 years?” Ianto asked softly, looking up at Jack. Jack nodded. “You looked for me for 200 years but you couldn't tell me you loved me?”
Jack shook his head. “It was the one thing I regretted my entire existence, Ianto. Not telling you how I felt, that day, how I still feel.”
“And how did you feel?” Ianto asked shyly, biting his lip.
Jack's hands moved from his shoulders up his neck to cup his cheeks. “Ianto, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” Jack pressed his forehead against Ianto's, and breathed in his scent. “I love you still. I never forgot you. I miss you every single day. I left Earth, I couldn't stay there without you. You were everywhere I went and I miss you so fucking much I couldn't breathe. I searched for you everywhere. Every planet, every galaxy I went to, I searched. I never, ever gave up looking. Even now, I still hoped, however small that hope was. And here you are.”
“You love me Jack?” Ianto looked up into Jack's eyes.
Jack nodded. “Do you remember the last time we saw each other?”
Ianto stared into his eyes. “I'd slept over at the Hub... G-Gwen had interrupted us in the hothouse a few nights before. You... you were mad at her. She wouldn't give up about the missing people from the rift. You'd been mad at me because I told her about the facility on F-Flat Holm. But I wanted her to see that you were already doing what you could to help. You wouldn't tell her. You were right, of course. She fucked it up, made it worse for the family.”
“It was a lesson she needed to learn,” Jack said softly. “You were right.”
Ianto smiled softly. “Doesn't matter now. You'd been mad at me, and you didn't want me anymore. I was scared I had ruined everything. But that night you asked me to stay. First time in a week. I was so happy you asked me to stay. We made love all night. Then you woke me up early. We made love again. I told you I loved you for the first time. You told me 'Don't', but I said it was okay, you didn't have to say it back.”
“I wanted to,” Jack protested urgently.
Ianto nodded, and reached up to stroke Jack's cheek. “I know. I know you did.”
“I can say it now, Ianto. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jack.”
“Really?” Jack asked, shaking his head with a sobbed laugh. “But I'm so old.”
“If you are, so must I be, if I'm still alive. I remember now, Jack! I remember everything!”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Jack, if you don't kiss me in the next five seconds, so help me, I'm going to kill you.”
Jack barked out a laugh, and planted his lips on Ianto's, moaning in pleasure as the taste he hadn't forgotten but couldn't enjoy for centuries washed over him. Ianto immediately opened up and tongues slid against each other, tangling and teasing. Jack left no crevice untouched, losing himself once again in Ianto. Tasting and sucking, licking and teasing, they made out standing there in the middle of Jack's sitting room. He wrapped his arms around Ianto, pressing him tightly against him.
“Ianto,” Jack moaned, a hand sliding into Ianto's thick hair as he buried his face in Ianto's neck. “Oh I missed you so much.”
Ianto hugged Jack back just as hard. “Jack. It's okay, I'm here, Jack.” Jack pulled back, and held Ianto's face in both hands, kissing him deeply. “Jack... fuck me Jack. Make me yours again!”
Jack couldn't resist, and took Ianto by the hand and led him into his bedroom. “Are you sure?” he asked when they were standing next to Jack's double bed.
Ianto smiled up at him, and reached for the braces that he still wore, pulling them down. “For the last 50 years, I've searched for... something, someone. Now I know what and who it is.”
Jack held his breath. “What?”
Ianto leaned up and kissed him. “You.”
Jack moaned, and kissed Ianto. Hands frantically started to remove clothing, articles flying around the room. When they were both naked, Jack pushed Ianto down onto the bed. He scrambled backwards and reached for Jack to pull him down on top of him.
“Jack...”
“I'm here,” Jack knelt on the bed and eased down. Ianto pulled at him, leveraging himself up to kiss Jack hard and fast. Jack collapsed down with a grunt, and without meaning to, the pair of them started to writhe and wriggle against each other frantically. “Ianto!”
“Jack!” Ianto gasped, his hands grasping Jack's arse and pulling him down as Ianto thrust his groin up into Jack's hip. He couldn't stop himself.
Jack shoved a hand between them and grasped their cocks, pulling and twisting as fast as he could. Ianto tried to kiss Jack again but it was more like breathing into each others mouths when suddenly Ianto stiffened and came with a yell. Jack followed as soon as he felt the warmth of Ianto's release on his hand.
The pair of them panted hard, and Jack rolled to the side a little. Ianto panicked and rolled over, but Jack just wiped his hand on the sheets and then wrapped his arms around Ianto, pulling him against his body and making sure he wasn't going anywhere.
“Stay,” Jack whispered.
“For as long as you'll have me.”
Jack looked down at Ianto and barked out a happy laugh. Ianto looked up. “Forever long enough for you?”
Epilogue
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
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 ~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~ Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ianto quickly became his favourite student. He was active in class, highly intelligent and it was clear that his eidetic memory had made it through the rift - if it was indeed his Ianto. Jack enjoyed his sarcastic wit and sharp tongue, his heart aching at how much like his Ianto he was, but he gave no indication at all of knowing Jack as anything other than his Professor. It killed Jack to watch him, to have him so close, and yet so far away.
It didn't help that he seemed to be everywhere Jack was. Jack would see him cross the quad from his living quarters on campus. Ianto liked to study underneath the massive Quinto Tree in the middle of the quad that provided shade. Jack liked to watch him. Jack would see him in the cafeteria, when he was eating with a fellow Professor and Ianto was with another student in line. Ianto would look over and smile, blushing adorably before looking away.
Halfway through the semester, Jack was sitting in his office grading the pop quiz he'd given them one afternoon. He smiled when he saw Ianto's. 100% correct. Jack marked it with an A+ and moved onto the next on with a sigh, moving Ianto's to the bottom of the pile. He was halfway though them when there was a knock on his door.
“Sir?”
Jack looked up to see Ianto standing there. He took off his glasses and held them in his hands as he said, “Mr Jones. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Ianto looked down at the floor and wrung his hands nervously, as if steeling himself for something.
Taking a breath, he looked up again. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions? A-about Planet Earth?”
Jack indicated he should sit down, and closed the folder of papers he was grading. “What kind of questions have you got, Mr Jones?” Ianto walked over and sat down.
Ianto opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. He paused, then tried again. “You said in class that Earth was one of the most complicated Planets in the galaxy?”
“Yes.”
“Why is that?”
Jack chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Well... for such a small planet, it has so many different races for one thing. None of them really agree on anything. They all have their own deities, though some have crossed over into multiple races through breeding. The human race didn't realise that there were alien lifeforms out there - at least not when I was there anyway. That may have changed. But for 2000 years they were blissfully ignorant save for a few hundred who tried to tell the other 6 billion inhabitants, but …”
Ianto smiled that smile Jack hadn't seen in 200 years. That tiny smirk that was always just for him. Oh how his heart ached. “They wouldn't listen,” Ianto finished.
Jack looked away. “No.” He cleared his throat. “No. They wouldn't. And for a Planet that liked to pride itself on being peaceful, they tended to turn to violence quite quickly.”
Ianto nodded. “I can see why you said it was complicated.”
Jack laughed. “Oh I haven't even gotten to sex and their love of labels yet!” Ianto frowned in confusion. “Nevermind. So tell me, Mr Jones, other than your fascination with Planet Earth, why are you taking my course? It has absolutely nothing to do with your chosen degree here at the Academy?”
Ianto's eyebrows rose in surprise at the knowledge that Jack had taken the liberty to look up what subjects he was taking. He'd been moved into the accelerated programme for active field duty. Ianto was the top of his class for marksmanship and field tactics. He was sharp, quick to learn, and all the other professors had praised his thirst for knowledge. Yet he shied away from being pushed into any advancement placements that would see him graduate early.
Ianto shrugged. “I...” he sighed. “I can't explain.”
“Can't or don't want to?” Jack asked softly. Ianto looked up from where he'd been staring at a spot on Jack's desk. “You know, Mr Jones, you can confide in me. I won't tell a soul anything that you tell me in this room.”
“I didn't know you to be a-a man of the cloth?”
Jack laughed, remembering the night they roleplayed being a sinner and a priest. “I've had many sins confessed to me,” Jack replied cryptically.
Ianto stared at him for what felt like a long time. Suddenly, he said, “I dream about a faraway place that feels more like home than the only home I remember being for the past 50 years.” He looked at his lap. “I don't age, Captain.”
Jack sat forward and leaned on his desk. “You don't age?”
Ianto shook his head. “I woke up on the planet I now call home, looking like this, with very few possessions and even less memory.” He sighed. “I didn't know where to go or what to do. I couldn't speak the language of where I was. I was lost and confused and I somehow knew that I was a long way from home but I didn't know where home was... My carer's wanted me to go into cryogenics like them but I... I didn't want to stay. I just felt like there was something... someone out there, looking, missing...”
Jack tossed his glasses on the desk, got up and walked around it to perch on the edge. “It's okay.” He reached out and rubbed a hand on Ianto's back comfortingly. Ianto suddenly gasped, and shuddered, his body stiffening and his mouth opening as he groaned. Jack's hand stilled immediately. “Mr Jones?” Jack questioned, pulling his hand back and standing up.
Ianto started to pant, gasping for breath. He looked up at Jack, his eyes clouding with tears and rapidly blinking. “I... I don't... understand....where...J-Jack?”
Jack's breath hitched. “Ianto?” Jack slowly sank back down against his desk, grabbing on so he didn't fall against the floor. What was happening?
Ianto stared at Jack, and then frowned. A multitude of emotions passed through his eyes. He settled on incredulous, “Jack? Jack is that you?”
Jack shook his head, trying to clear it. “I-I don't... I don't understand. You... you didn't... Ianto?”
Ianto suddenly clutched his head. “Argh,” he called out in pain. “Ow that hurts!”
“Ianto!” Jack said, catching him from falling forward out of the chair he was seated in. “Okay, you're coming with me. I have to get you out of here.”
Ianto nodded, and Jack grabbed Ianto's bag from the floor beside the chair he'd been seated in. He balanced Ianto against his desk while he grabbed his coat and glasses, then with an arm around his shoulders, helped Ianto out of his office and to his own living quarters. Thankfully, there was no one around in the Professors wing, being the middle of the day. Jack let the in and locked the door behind them, before he led Ianto over to his sofa and sat him down, leaving his bag beside the sofa.
“Lay down, Ianto,” Jack urged, and Ianto did as he was told. Jack fussed over him, smoothing out his hair as he perched on the edge of the sofa. “Wait here.” Jack rushed over to the kitchenette and got Ianto a glass of water, bringing it back. “Here. Drink this.”
Ianto struggled to sit up and drank it quickly, and handed the glass back. “Thank you, sir.”
“How's your head?” Jack put the glass on the coffee table, then stood up and shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto his desk.
“It's... it's fine. Throbbing. Like I just got hit by a freight train.”
Jack turned around quickly. He hadn't mentioned freight trains in his class yet. Ianto had sat up on his couch and was watching him with those blue eyes, always following him. Could it be possible? Could it be that Jack's touch had triggered Ianto's memory? And if so, where the hell had he been all these years? Did it really matter, now that they were together? Ianto didn't age, he said that. If he didn't age, and Jack aged slowly no one could tell, well... maybe they now had a chance?
Did Ianto still want that? Was it possible?
Jack's stomach churned as he thought of the possibility of Ianto not wanting him anymore. What would he do? He'd have to live with all eternity knowing that the man he searched the width and breadth of every known galaxy for had rejected him when he finally had his own immortality.
“Still wearing the greatcoat, Jack?” Ianto asked quietly bringing Jack out of his own reverie, “Isn't that a little out of date?”
Jack sobbed out a laugh. “It's my signature,” Jack offered feebly, unable to take his eyes off the man in front of him. Was this really Ianto? His Ianto?
Ianto nodded. “I think my fascination with planet Earth now makes so much more sense,” he sighed, rubbing his hand against his forehead. Jack swallowed hard. He couldn't believe it. His student was his long lost lover. “How long have I been gone?”
Jack looked down at the floor. “Uh. Ianto, I don't...”
“How long, Jack?” he demanded.
Jack looked back at Ianto. “200 years.”
Ianto looked crushed. “Two hun- oh.” He stood up, paced the room, rubbing at his forehead again before he sat back down again, rubbing his hands on his thighs, his legs jiggling with nerves. “Oh. So you would have. Yes, of course. No, of course.”
“Ianto, listen.”
“No, it's okay,” Ianto said, standing up and shoving his hands in the front pockets of his pants. “There's no way you would gone without for 200 years. That's absurd.” He looked down at his clothes. “Ugh. I want my three piece suits back again.”
Jack stood up and put his hands on Ianto's shoulders. “Please. Listen to me. I searched for you. I searched for you for centuries. You... you went out for milk and you never came back, Ianto,” Jack's eyes well with tears as his voice became thick with emotion. “I never...” Jack closed his eyes and shook his head. He tried to get himself under control, and dragged in a deep breath. “I never stopped looking for you, even when I came here three years ago.”
“You looked for me for 200 years?” Ianto asked softly, looking up at Jack. Jack nodded. “You looked for me for 200 years but you couldn't tell me you loved me?”
Jack shook his head. “It was the one thing I regretted my entire existence, Ianto. Not telling you how I felt, that day, how I still feel.”
“And how did you feel?” Ianto asked shyly, biting his lip.
Jack's hands moved from his shoulders up his neck to cup his cheeks. “Ianto, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” Jack pressed his forehead against Ianto's, and breathed in his scent. “I love you still. I never forgot you. I miss you every single day. I left Earth, I couldn't stay there without you. You were everywhere I went and I miss you so fucking much I couldn't breathe. I searched for you everywhere. Every planet, every galaxy I went to, I searched. I never, ever gave up looking. Even now, I still hoped, however small that hope was. And here you are.”
“You love me Jack?” Ianto looked up into Jack's eyes.
Jack nodded. “Do you remember the last time we saw each other?”
Ianto stared into his eyes. “I'd slept over at the Hub... G-Gwen had interrupted us in the hothouse a few nights before. You... you were mad at her. She wouldn't give up about the missing people from the rift. You'd been mad at me because I told her about the facility on F-Flat Holm. But I wanted her to see that you were already doing what you could to help. You wouldn't tell her. You were right, of course. She fucked it up, made it worse for the family.”
“It was a lesson she needed to learn,” Jack said softly. “You were right.”
Ianto smiled softly. “Doesn't matter now. You'd been mad at me, and you didn't want me anymore. I was scared I had ruined everything. But that night you asked me to stay. First time in a week. I was so happy you asked me to stay. We made love all night. Then you woke me up early. We made love again. I told you I loved you for the first time. You told me 'Don't', but I said it was okay, you didn't have to say it back.”
“I wanted to,” Jack protested urgently.
Ianto nodded, and reached up to stroke Jack's cheek. “I know. I know you did.”
“I can say it now, Ianto. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jack.”
“Really?” Jack asked, shaking his head with a sobbed laugh. “But I'm so old.”
“If you are, so must I be, if I'm still alive. I remember now, Jack! I remember everything!”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Jack, if you don't kiss me in the next five seconds, so help me, I'm going to kill you.”
Jack barked out a laugh, and planted his lips on Ianto's, moaning in pleasure as the taste he hadn't forgotten but couldn't enjoy for centuries washed over him. Ianto immediately opened up and tongues slid against each other, tangling and teasing. Jack left no crevice untouched, losing himself once again in Ianto. Tasting and sucking, licking and teasing, they made out standing there in the middle of Jack's sitting room. He wrapped his arms around Ianto, pressing him tightly against him.
“Ianto,” Jack moaned, a hand sliding into Ianto's thick hair as he buried his face in Ianto's neck. “Oh I missed you so much.”
Ianto hugged Jack back just as hard. “Jack. It's okay, I'm here, Jack.” Jack pulled back, and held Ianto's face in both hands, kissing him deeply. “Jack... fuck me Jack. Make me yours again!”
Jack couldn't resist, and took Ianto by the hand and led him into his bedroom. “Are you sure?” he asked when they were standing next to Jack's double bed.
Ianto smiled up at him, and reached for the braces that he still wore, pulling them down. “For the last 50 years, I've searched for... something, someone. Now I know what and who it is.”
Jack held his breath. “What?”
Ianto leaned up and kissed him. “You.”
Jack moaned, and kissed Ianto. Hands frantically started to remove clothing, articles flying around the room. When they were both naked, Jack pushed Ianto down onto the bed. He scrambled backwards and reached for Jack to pull him down on top of him.
“Jack...”
“I'm here,” Jack knelt on the bed and eased down. Ianto pulled at him, leveraging himself up to kiss Jack hard and fast. Jack collapsed down with a grunt, and without meaning to, the pair of them started to writhe and wriggle against each other frantically. “Ianto!”
“Jack!” Ianto gasped, his hands grasping Jack's arse and pulling him down as Ianto thrust his groin up into Jack's hip. He couldn't stop himself.
Jack shoved a hand between them and grasped their cocks, pulling and twisting as fast as he could. Ianto tried to kiss Jack again but it was more like breathing into each others mouths when suddenly Ianto stiffened and came with a yell. Jack followed as soon as he felt the warmth of Ianto's release on his hand.
The pair of them panted hard, and Jack rolled to the side a little. Ianto panicked and rolled over, but Jack just wiped his hand on the sheets and then wrapped his arms around Ianto, pulling him against his body and making sure he wasn't going anywhere.
“Stay,” Jack whispered.
“For as long as you'll have me.”
Jack looked down at Ianto and barked out a happy laugh. Ianto looked up. “Forever long enough for you?”
Epilogue