Ianto's Birthday by a_silver_story | 06 (post too large)
The Doctor shrugged. The TARDIS pushed his mind a little, hinting at him to maybe leave Jack and Ianto alone for a bit. He wandered off into the corridors beyond, thinking about maybe trying to find a snazzier suit. Scruffy was fun, but snazzy ... okay he was little bit jealous of Ianto's finer tailoring. Who could deny it? He looked good.
“Ianto,” Jack coaxed, taking Ianto's hand and squeezing it, tapping the side of his face with his palm again, trying to wake him. Two bleary blue eyes narrowed at him, blinking in the light. Jack helped him sit up, and he hissed in pain, putting a hand on the back of his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Jack? It worked ...” he smiled, rubbing his head. “The Doctor knocked me out ... I think I got a bit hysterical ...”
“I heard,” smiled Jack, stopping him from getting off the bed and standing between his legs, hands on Ianto's hips. “How are you feeling?”
“Like someone smacked me on the back of the head with a Converse All Star,” grumbled Ianto.
Jack kissed him without hesitating any longer, feeling Ianto's lips part beneath his and hot tongue press against them. Jack reciprocated, softly and gently.
He could taste the difference already, he realised: Ianto tasted alive. More alive than ever before. Life was flowing through him, coursing his blood, pulsing through his nerves, printed into his flesh and unending and renewing and constant and forever, but in the moment and right here and now. Jack didn’t have enough thought left to wonder if Ianto tasted it in him; if he had always tasted it or could only sense it now.
It felt like hours before they parted, the TARDIS giving them her equivalent of a cleared throat, however regretful she was to interrupt them. The Doctor approached a moment or so later, peeling a Satsuma and whistling ‘Hey Jude’, black pinstripe suit, waistcoat and blue shirt with a striped black and white tie.
Ianto raised an eyebrow, looking down at his own pinstriped suit, but decided not to mention it.
“Okay Doctor, I think we’re ready to go home,” smiled Jack, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels as Ianto hopped off the bed and straightened his clothes.
“Where did I leave my jacket?” he wondered aloud, and the TARDIS sent him off in the right direction.
“Erm ... Jack? There’s something I’ve realised ...” the Doctor said as Ianto went off to retrieve his jacket.
Jack’s expression turned instantly solemn with the Doctor’s tone. “What?”
“Well ... you and Ianto are ... opposite ... y’know? Opposite sides of the axis?”
“What are you saying?”
“Well, opposites attract. It’s probably best if you don’t stray more than a couple of hundred galaxies away from each other, or you might end up feeling a bit ... nauseated. Possibly have a strange pulling sensation down your left hand side. A nagging feeling you’ve forgotten something.”
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sure we’ll manage to stay within a couple of hundred galaxies.”
“You say that now,” the Doctor said darkly. “Just wait ‘til you start hating each other ... but anyway! Onwards! Outwards! Homeward bound!” The Doctor clapped his hands together, then hesitated. “Sure I can’t convince you to come on a quick trip?”
“I think maybe we should give Ianto a chance to settle first,” Jack smiled, and the Doctor nodded.
“Good idea ... when will that be?”
“A century and a half. Give or take.”
“Ouch. Okay.”
“Unless ... y’know ... it’s an emergency.”
“It usually is,” sighed the Doctor as they shared a smile. “Well, off you go then ...”
“Er ... yah ... I need my Ianto ....” Jack reminded him.
Ianto wandered back into the console room eventually, donning his
jacket and carrying a book.
“What’s that?” asked Jack, indicating the leather bound tome.
Ianto grinned. “A gift from the TARDIS. I’m not allowed to tell.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, pulling at his suit to see if he could get it as straight as Ianto's. For aesthetic reasons. Definitely.
“Well ... thanks, Doctor,” Ianto held his hand out, and the Doctor shook it, then moved and hugged Jack.
They stepped out of the TARDIS into Ianto's flat, and watched with their arms around each other as it faded from view, Ianto shielding his face from the draught of its departure in Jack’s neck.
“So ...” began Jack. “What did you think of him?”
“I think ... he’s still not that young,” smirked Ianto.
Jack laughed, and kept hold of him. “How’re you ... How’re you feeling?”
“Buzzy,” frowned Ianto. “A bit ... hyper?”
“That’s coming back that does that,” sighed Jack, regretfully.
“Oh,” breathed Ianto. “I think ... I think I suddenly understand where you libido comes from ...” He gave Jack his wicked little smile, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I think we need to celebrate saving existence.”
“Definitely,” agreed Jack, leaning closer and kissing him back, lingering and parting his lips, letting Ianto lead him further, tasting again that surge of life within him.
“I love you,” breathed Jack.
“I know,” replied Ianto simply, and kissed him again, not waiting for the invitation before pushing his tongue forward and pulling Jack towards the bedroom.
“Ianto ...” Jack mumbled. “... Ianto ... we need to ... we need to talk ...” he managed to mutter between kisses, Ianto's lips on his cheeks, jaw-line and neck; his hands tugging Jack’s shirt out of his trousers.
“What about?” Ianto muttered back, slipping his hands under the shirt and undershirt, finally getting access to the bare flesh of Jack’s torso.
“Er ... I think we just underwent a pretty big change?” Jack reminded him, trying to concentrate as tongue and teeth nipped his collarbone and his braces had somehow disappeared. So had his belt. How had Ianto managed to get rid of his belt?
“So? We can talk later ...”
“What’s wrong with now?”
“Plenty of time.”
Ianto pushed him fully this time, and Jack sank into the mattress and gave up his resolve as Ianto crawled up his body, pushing his t-shirt up as he went, kissing his way from waistband to collar bone.
Jack’s body was singing beneath him, tingling with anticipation as Ianto knelt up and slowly pulled the weaves of his tie loose, dropping it over the side of the bed and lowering his eyes as he began to unbutton his shirt. Jack ran his hands up Ianto's thighs as he was straddled over him, hard muscle squeezing his torso, and massaged the sensitive inner flesh as he watched the shirt pulled apart and dropped aside, too.
He traced his hands over the planes of Ianto's bare stomach, pushing his own hips upwards so that Ianto could feel his hard bulge pressing into his arse. Ianto’s head tipped back, and he drew in a deep breath, before lowering his face back to Jack, leaning forward so that their torsos were together, pressing himself down so that his own hardness would push into Jack. They moaned softly, and Ianto eased up, kissing Jack’s mouth and pulling his t-shirt off and over his head for him.
Jack rolled them, lying between Ianto's legs, hands behind his thighs and kissing him slowly, resisting the urge to grind his hips down and feel the friction. Kneeling upright, he ghosted his fingers over Ianto's chest, watching his eyes flutter closed and his skin flush, hearing his breath catch when a nipple was teased. Jack lightly touched his way down to the waistband, popping open the button of Ianto's trousers, pulling down the zip and waiting for Ianto to lift his hips so that he could take them off him.
Ianto smiled with darkened eyes as Jack leant down to kiss him again and stroke his face, and Ianto gently scratched his nails down Jack’s back, biting his bottom lip slightly. Jack moaned into his mouth, reaching down to his own waistband and popping the button open and pulling his zip down, getting his trousers off as Ianto rolled them again, tugging off Jack’s boxers.
With deep breaths and lust-filled eyes, Jack reached for Ianto's boxers and pushed them down his thighs, curling his fingers around Ianto's cock and gently moving his thumb over the head, lightly moving his fingers up and down, almost ghosting. Ianto's head tipped back and exposed the soft flesh of his neck again, and Jack placed his other hand behind his neck to pull him down.
A small sigh escaped Ianto's lips as Jack’s mouth pressed into his neck, their erections rubbing together between them and eliciting moans and mewls that Ianto had never heard Jack make before. Lying between Jack’s legs, he pushed them into each other again, Jack gasping with need as Ianto began work on marking his pectoral, above his nipple where there was sensitive flesh. Hands were underneath him, squeezing his buttocks, pulling him apart and touching over his hole.
Jack writhed and gasped loudly, hot tongue wetly licking his chest, goose pimples rising where Ianto had left a trail of saliva. He ran his hands through Ianto's hair, trying to push his head lower, feeling the resistance and knowing that wasn’t what Ianto wanted. He moaned in exasperation, pushing his hands over the planes of Ianto's back as teeth continued to nip his chest, biting a little harder and cooling after a quick flick of tongue. Jack raised his legs, his feet in the air, blood rushing down to his groin as Ianto's stomach brushed against the hard flesh of his cock.
Ianto was being torturously slow, not allowing Jack to touch himself, kissing the palm of a hand after he’d grabbed a wrist to stop it going southwards. Jack writhed as fingers touched his entrance again, simultaneous with Ianto sucking his middle finger into his mouth and thrusting his hips forward and rubbing their cocks together with beautiful sensations.
Finally, Ianto reached for the lubricant. Jack rested his calves on his shoulders while he worked, trying to concentrate on Ianto and hoping he wouldn’t peak too soon - if Ianto forced those fingers any deeper, it was highly likely.
Jack was desperate by the time he was ready, but one thought was still in his mind.
“Wait ...” he managed to gasp, and Ianto almost glared at him, then softened when he realised what Jack was suggesting. They cocooned themselves under the duvets - quickly becoming one of their favourite things to do during sex - and blocked out the rest of the world.
Jack closed his eyes in anticipation, legs spread wide, feeling the heat radiate from Ianto's body into the sensitive inner flesh of his thighs. Finally he felt it, forcing its way forward, opening his body and making it so tight at the same time. He panted and gasped, every millimetre of Ianto getting further inside him making him moan loudly, drawing his legs up and holding them behind the knees, giving Ianto a better angle to get as deep inside him as possible.
Fully inside, Ianto kissed him as hard as he could, feeling the back of Jack’s throat and knowing Jack was trying to get just as deep inside him. Finally, he did what he’d been too scared to do for months. The kiss was distraction enough for Jack, though he did falter when he felt the cold, silver metal pressed into his hand.
“Wha ...?” he breathed, but Ianto silenced him with a kiss, and all became clear. Ianto had pushed a TeleComm into his hand. They had found them a few months ago, these funny little silver slugs that allowed whomever was in possession of them to communicate telepathically.
Jack cried out loudly as their minds met.
“Control yourself,” Ianto whispered, his breath ghosting over Jack’s face, an inch from his own. “It’s okay ... control yourself ...”
Jack breathed and calmed, sorting through exactly what was in his head. His own experience, and Ianto's simultaneously. He was feeling and being felt, inside and around, fucking and being fucked. Loving and being loved.
“It’s too much ...” he moaned, his thoughts shorting out into nothing but feeling as Ianto moved inside him.
Ianto tested him a little at first, a few slow, smooth thrusts as he writhed and fisted the blankets beneath him, knotting them in his fingers. They were both too close to last long, and they both could sense where the other was, what the other was feeling, the pleasure coursing through them both. Jack was right; it was probably too much.
Neither was letting go though, not of the little silver Comms.
Ianto was grinding into Jack’s body as he cried out and moaned and groaned beneath him, finally coming over himself with a desperate grab for Ianto to kiss him, and they did so messily with more tongue than lips until Jack was limp, feeling the liquid heat of Ianto's orgasm inside him, burning pleasure into his body.
He gasped and flinched suddenly - Ianto did the same - staring at their hands. Where the TeleComms had been, there was a silver gooey mess and a small spire of smoke. Quickly they tossed them onto the bedside table, moaning as Ianto slipped out of Jack’s body to lie beside him and examine the burn on his hand. On both their hands.
“Oops,” sighed Jack. “I think we broke our new favourite toys.” He slipped under Ianto's arms to feel it curl around him and squeezed his shoulder, resting his head on Ianto's chest. Both their hearts were beating incredibly fast as they calmed.
“At least you can’t distract me with them in libraries any more,” smiled Ianto. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll come across something equally usable.”
“We could just hang around until the sixty-fourth century and buy a pair,” suggested Jack. “I’d try and fix those but ... they’re a bit ... gooey-fied.”
Ianto glanced over at the two puddles of silver on the bedside table. “Yah. A bit,” he agreed. They sat in silence a moment, just thinking to themselves and holding each other. “Jack?”
“Ya-hah?”
Ianto took a deep breath. “I ...
I was thinking ... now that ... now that we’re both ... ‘fixed’ ... Could we maybe ... While my family is st-still here ... Think about the very near future, rather than forty-three centuries ahead?”
Jack nuzzled his neck. “Sure. Why? What’s on your mind?”
“Y’know ... just ... commitment.”
Jack raised his head, wide-eyed. “Like ... legal commitment ...?”
“I suppose ... kinda ...”
“Ianto ... you haven’t been a fixed point for three hours ... and you’re asking me if ...?”
“Well, it would be the next logical move,” Ianto frowned.
“Yeah. Okay then. Let’s do it.”
“Really?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Ianto grinned. “Okay. I’ll ... I’ll look in a couple of windows tomorrow.”
“Um ... Right ... okayyy ...” frowned Jack.
Ianto just grinned again, letting his eyes drift closed as Jack settled back against his chest.
Jack sighed. “You could’ve at least bought me a ring first.”
Ianto nearly jumped sky high.
“WHAT?” he practically shouted, staring at Jack in shock.
Jack frowned. “Commitment ... legal commitment? You asked me literally a second ago ...”
“I meant ... that’s not what I meant!”
“Oh ...” Jack flushed. He actually flushed. Ianto was quite pink, too. “... what did you mean?”
“I meant get a house! A commitment! A house - you and me.”
“... and the legal commitment?”
“MORTGAGE!”
“Right ...” Jack bit his lip, and gently put his head back on Ianto's chest, urging him to calm down without using words. “Well, I’m all for that too.”
“Yeah ...” Ianto said, his voice shaking a little. “You thought I was asking you to ... oh ... I’d never have ... I’d never have done it like that, Jack!”
“Well, in your post-coital incoherency you were a little confusing.” Jack huffed.
“You said ‘yes’ ...” Ianto breathed.
“Anyone would say ‘yes’ to you.” Jack replied.
“That wasn’t a proposal though. It doesn’t count that you said ‘yes’,,” Ianto babbled. “I was just ... a house ... getting a house ... possibly. Maybe. Near to work.”
“Yeah. And you’re going looking in estate agents’ windows,” Jack clarified for them both.
“Yep. So ... no proposal. Just ... misunderstanding.”
“Totally,” Jack agreed, again trying to get Ianto to settle, nuzzling his chest hair and kissing the flesh gently.
Ianto took his deep breaths, and closed his eyes again. “Heyyyyyyy!” he realised suddenly. “You never gave me a birthday present!” he scowled.
“Oh! What time is it?”
Ianto checked the clock on the table. “Seven. In the evening.”
“We’ve got dinner reservations at seven thirty. Get dressed!” Jack ordered, kissing his mouth quickly and getting out of bed.
“Good job I reminded you,” Ianto scowled, folding his arms.
“Well ... we did have quite a bit on ...” Jack reminded him.
“Yeah ... fair point. I think I forgot for a bit, too,” Ianto smiled, crossing over to the wardrobe and finding a new suit. Jack disappeared off somewhere while Ianto amusedly glanced over the labelling on his suits again. He decided on the Cute Suit, with a hot pink shirt and a snazzy black tie with two two-tone pink stripes just under the knot. His hair was little unkempt, and he could probably do with a shower, but right now a shower would probably take longer than it would to make the reservation, order their food, eat it and leave after dessert.
His jaw nearly hit the floor when Jack came back, and Ianto blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
He was wearing a fine-tailored, plain black three-piece suit, complete with a deep green shirt shot with silver and a matching-coloured tie.
“You’re wearing that ... voluntarily?” Ianto gaped, though couldn’t stop himself straightening the tie, regarding it closely then untying it to tie it again.
“Special occasion,” grinned Jack, allowing him to fuss over him. “Now c’mon. We’re gonna be late.”
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