Crossing the Rift: Affairs of Cardiff and the Kawoosh - Chapter 10
Title: Crossing the Rift: Affairs of Cardiff and the Kawoosh - Chapter 10
Author: sinisterx18
Rating: PG-13
Crack!Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Daniel Jackson, Col. Jack O./Ianto Jones, Teal'c/OC, Owen Harper/Anise
Final Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Ianto Jones, Col. Jack O./Samantha Carter
Warnings: Spoilers for TW season 1 and SG-1 through season 4. Also massive amounts of crack.
Summary: Simultaneous accidents bring Torchwood and SG-1 together, but their attempts to fix the problem brings them together in ways they never expected.
AN: I’m just gonna start posting on Thursdays ‘cause my Wednesdays are just too busy now that school has started up. Today’s post, however, is on a Friday because I couldn’t get LJ to cooperate and decided that if I tried again later it would probably work. If you missed Chapter 1, you can read it here.
Ianto was idly observing, well, everything as the other Jack (not his Jack) was rambling about the virtues of cake.
"Anyway," Jack continued, "the SGC really does have good cake. I spend so much time here, I would go crazy if I had to survive off of Jell-O." He punctuated the last word with a shudder of distaste.
Ianto smiled. "Yeah, I wish Torchwood had something more than a kitchenette. We all practically live there."
"I do live here. About half the time anyway."
"Really?" Ianto quirked an eyebrow. "Do I get a tour?"
Jack wasn't sure this was a good idea. No, Jack was sure this wasn't a good idea. But the sexy Welshman sitting across from him sexily eating a piece of cake (how could he even do that?) was interfering with his better judgment. Swallowing, hard, Jack gave Ianto his best totally-not-nervous smile and agreed.
Gwen had gotten lost. One minute she had been following an airman (was that what she was supposed to call them?) with a nice arse, and the next she was wandering a bunch of identical hallways.
Opening a door she was sure would take her somewhere helpful, she was greeted by a dark room filled with what looked to be robots. This called for investigation!
Unbeknownst to her, the one nearest the door had been triggered awake by the light from the hallway.
Jack stood awkwardly, hands in pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as Ianto explored his quarters. There wasn't much to explore. "So, welcome to my home... Away from home." Taking one hand out of his pocket, Jack gestured uncomfortably around. "That's the bathroom, and this is everything else."
"Cozy," replied Ianto, trying to be reassuring. He had a feeling he was a lot better at this than Jack. Not that seducing the insatiable Captain Jack Harkness had been anything but easy; Ianto was, however, not anywhere near as innocent and naive as people thought him to be.
Jack laughed self-consciously. "It's better than driving home some days."
"Nothing's ever easy in the life of a secret alien-fighter, is it?" As sat down on the end of the bed, Ianto noticed the look in Jack's eyes that his words had triggered. Apparently the SGC employed the broken ones just as much a Torchwood. This Jack had obviously seen more than his fair share. Unlike his Jack, this Jack didn't want to dwell, or punish himself. He wanted to move on, crack jokes, and maybe save the world. Not out of guilt, but because the world was worth saving. OK, so there was probably a little guilt involved, but Ianto thought that it was a much healthier approach to trauma.
Jack sat down right next to Ianto. His smile quickly dissipating the look in his eyes. "Some things never change, huh?"
"You ever have to deal with fairies?"
Jack's incredulity gave way to amusement. "No. What about giant invisible aliens and crystal skulls?"
"Definitely not." Ianto's deadpan was countered by a sexy man-chuckle from Jack.
Ianto turned, so that he was fully facing Jack. Looking the older man in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. Jack eagerly responded, and the kiss quickly went from controlled and tentative to a messy battle for dominance and exploration.
Hands started to fumble with clothing. Both men, desperate for skin-to-skin contact, were too distracted by the deliciously sensual kiss to effectively do anything else, but neither were willing to break the contact.
Jack's phone chose that moment to start ringing, so Ianto moved his attentions to Jack's jawbone, eliciting a very undignified whimper from the Colonel.
Voice thick and husky with lust, Jack answered with a very (im)polite "What?"
"Colonel O'Neill, sir, you're wanted in the..."
Jack cut Walter off by nearly shouting "Wrong number!" at his phone and hanging up abruptly.
The ended phone conversation - if one can call it a conversation - allowed Ianto to get Jack's shirt off. The younger man began nipping at the older man's collarbone. Jack, in turn, moved his hand to Ianto's...
Oh fuck it. They had sex. Hot, sweaty, sexy man-sex. And it was HOT, and SEXY.
Chapter 11
Author: sinisterx18
Rating: PG-13
Crack!Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Daniel Jackson, Col. Jack O./Ianto Jones, Teal'c/OC, Owen Harper/Anise
Final Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Ianto Jones, Col. Jack O./Samantha Carter
Warnings: Spoilers for TW season 1 and SG-1 through season 4. Also massive amounts of crack.
Summary: Simultaneous accidents bring Torchwood and SG-1 together, but their attempts to fix the problem brings them together in ways they never expected.
AN: I’m just gonna start posting on Thursdays ‘cause my Wednesdays are just too busy now that school has started up. Today’s post, however, is on a Friday because I couldn’t get LJ to cooperate and decided that if I tried again later it would probably work. If you missed Chapter 1, you can read it here.
Ianto was idly observing, well, everything as the other Jack (not his Jack) was rambling about the virtues of cake.
"Anyway," Jack continued, "the SGC really does have good cake. I spend so much time here, I would go crazy if I had to survive off of Jell-O." He punctuated the last word with a shudder of distaste.
Ianto smiled. "Yeah, I wish Torchwood had something more than a kitchenette. We all practically live there."
"I do live here. About half the time anyway."
"Really?" Ianto quirked an eyebrow. "Do I get a tour?"
Jack wasn't sure this was a good idea. No, Jack was sure this wasn't a good idea. But the sexy Welshman sitting across from him sexily eating a piece of cake (how could he even do that?) was interfering with his better judgment. Swallowing, hard, Jack gave Ianto his best totally-not-nervous smile and agreed.
Gwen had gotten lost. One minute she had been following an airman (was that what she was supposed to call them?) with a nice arse, and the next she was wandering a bunch of identical hallways.
Opening a door she was sure would take her somewhere helpful, she was greeted by a dark room filled with what looked to be robots. This called for investigation!
Unbeknownst to her, the one nearest the door had been triggered awake by the light from the hallway.
Jack stood awkwardly, hands in pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as Ianto explored his quarters. There wasn't much to explore. "So, welcome to my home... Away from home." Taking one hand out of his pocket, Jack gestured uncomfortably around. "That's the bathroom, and this is everything else."
"Cozy," replied Ianto, trying to be reassuring. He had a feeling he was a lot better at this than Jack. Not that seducing the insatiable Captain Jack Harkness had been anything but easy; Ianto was, however, not anywhere near as innocent and naive as people thought him to be.
Jack laughed self-consciously. "It's better than driving home some days."
"Nothing's ever easy in the life of a secret alien-fighter, is it?" As sat down on the end of the bed, Ianto noticed the look in Jack's eyes that his words had triggered. Apparently the SGC employed the broken ones just as much a Torchwood. This Jack had obviously seen more than his fair share. Unlike his Jack, this Jack didn't want to dwell, or punish himself. He wanted to move on, crack jokes, and maybe save the world. Not out of guilt, but because the world was worth saving. OK, so there was probably a little guilt involved, but Ianto thought that it was a much healthier approach to trauma.
Jack sat down right next to Ianto. His smile quickly dissipating the look in his eyes. "Some things never change, huh?"
"You ever have to deal with fairies?"
Jack's incredulity gave way to amusement. "No. What about giant invisible aliens and crystal skulls?"
"Definitely not." Ianto's deadpan was countered by a sexy man-chuckle from Jack.
Ianto turned, so that he was fully facing Jack. Looking the older man in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. Jack eagerly responded, and the kiss quickly went from controlled and tentative to a messy battle for dominance and exploration.
Hands started to fumble with clothing. Both men, desperate for skin-to-skin contact, were too distracted by the deliciously sensual kiss to effectively do anything else, but neither were willing to break the contact.
Jack's phone chose that moment to start ringing, so Ianto moved his attentions to Jack's jawbone, eliciting a very undignified whimper from the Colonel.
Voice thick and husky with lust, Jack answered with a very (im)polite "What?"
"Colonel O'Neill, sir, you're wanted in the..."
Jack cut Walter off by nearly shouting "Wrong number!" at his phone and hanging up abruptly.
The ended phone conversation - if one can call it a conversation - allowed Ianto to get Jack's shirt off. The younger man began nipping at the older man's collarbone. Jack, in turn, moved his hand to Ianto's...
Oh fuck it. They had sex. Hot, sweaty, sexy man-sex. And it was HOT, and SEXY.
Chapter 11