Fic- Guardian 2/7
Title: Guardian 2/7
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Jack let himself into his flat with a big sigh. He plonked himself down on his sofa and contemplated. He could spend his usual Friday evening in, watching a DVD and eating a takeaway. He could have Chinese, Indian or even Pizza. The world was his oyster.
He glanced across at the bag he’d dumped beside him. That gorgeous shirt was in there. It was too good really to wear to work. He wanted to show it off somewhere.
He grinned and got up. He wasn’t staying in tonight. He was going out. He was going to do something different.
He showered, then started getting dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. He’d chosen dark blue trousers to go with his shirt and, even if he did say it himself, he looked good. The dark blue suited him. He grinned, grabbed his wallet and went out.
He found a club. The pounding music seemed to get inside his veins and made his heart beat faster. It was dance music and he felt himself wanting to move. He joined the throngs of people, moving and rubbing against each other. This was different for him. He wanted to move and dance. He wanted to let go. He wanted to find out who he was.
He tipped his head back and shut his eyes as he moved in the crowd, one of them, part of them, moving as one. He felt exhilaration thump through him with the music. He felt good. He felt alive.
He felt a body move close to him, press against him. He pressed his body back to his dance partner, feeling their hips move together. Hard fingers brushed his hips, then gripped, pulling him tighter against a firm body. Jack opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a broad shouldered, handsome but hard faced man. Jack forced down the disappointment he didn’t understand.
“Hey, handsome,” the man murmured, thrusting his hips hard into Jack’s. “Fancy coming outside with me?”
Jack hesitated. He had come here for some fun, to do something different. He should do it, seize the opportunity. He nodded. His hand was gripped hard and he was tugged away from the dance floor.
His heart began to bang against his chest. He’d never done anything like this before. He didn’t know how it was supposed to go.
“Erm, maybe we should stay in here.”
The man tugged his hand harder. “No, I want you to come outside with me.”
Jack didn’t want to. He wanted something but he didn’t know what it was.
“Excuse me,” said a sudden soft voice. Jack didn’t know how such a gentle voice could be heard over the music but it was. It was perfectly clear.
Jack raised his head and found himself meeting the eyes of the boy who’d pulled him out of the way of that SUV. This time, he was dressed in tight black jeans and t-shirt and looked absolutely ravishing. Jack wanted to go with him, wanted to talk to him, to touch him, to feel him.
“What do you want?” snapped the man, gripping Jack’s hand harder.
The boy smiled. It was a polite smile but edged with something else. “I believe your companion would prefer to stay inside.”
The man yanked at Jack’s hand. “He’s going to come outside with me and I’m going to fuck him into the wall.”
Jack felt numb. He should be pulling away from this man. He should be taking what he wanted in his arms but something stopped him.
The boy smiled and placed a gentle hand on the man’s chest. “He wants to stay inside. Let go of his hand and walk away.”
There was something about the boy’s voice. It was so gentle but firm and absolutely commanding. Jack found his hand being dropped. The man turned and walked away without another word of argument.
Jack blinked at the boy. “Thank you,” he whispered.
The boy smiled at him. “You’re welcome.” He turned to go.
“Hey, wait,” said Jack, starting forward. “Can I …buy you a drink? To say thank you.”
The boy smiled. “Neither of us drink.”
Jack frowned at him. “How do you know these things about me? You know my name and …”
“I know a lot more about you than you know about yourself, Jack.” He started to walk towards the exit.
Jack hurried after him and caught up with him in the quiet of the staircase back to street level. He grasped the boy’s soft arm. The boy turned with him and Jack found he was pressing the boy against the wall.
“Who are you?” he breathed.
The boy smiled. “A friend.”
Jack shivered as he felt the boy’s hot breath across his face. Their lips were so close. If Jack leaned forward one more inch he could touch those soft pink lips with his own. The boy’s soft smile suddenly faded and his mouth opened. Jack’s gaze flickered over the boy’s face and he took in those half-lidded blue eyes, the gentle curve of his cheek, the wet lips and the hot mouth beyond them.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack whispered.
The boy opened his eyes wide and his breath got heavier. Jack slid his arms around him and felt something soft brushing him, almost like long hair cascading down the back. But it wasn’t. It was something else. Jack wanted to touch more.
The boy pulled away. “I should go,” he whispered. He backed away. Jack wanted him to turn but he didn’t. He stepped backwards carefully, away from Jack. Jack wanted him to stay.
“Wait, please don’t go yet.”
The boy smiled at him but the smile seemed difficult for him. “I’ll see you again. Don’t worry, Jack. It’ll be all right.”
Finally, the boy turned but there was nothing on his back, only his tight fitting black t-shirt.
“Wait,” Jack called. “Please, at least tell me your name.”
At the door, the boy paused and looked round at him. He smiled just a little. “Ianto,” he said. “My name is Ianto.” Then he was gone.
Ianto. Jack’s thoughts were consumed by that name, by that beautiful face. He lay in bed, staring at his ceiling and picturing his boy, Ianto, there with him. He wanted to put his arms around him again, feel that warmth, that softness. He wanted to feel that safety.
It was Saturday. He had nowhere to go. He could just stay in bed and daydream about Ianto, that beautiful boy. He didn’t have to do anything at all.
His doorbell rang. Scowling, he forced himself out of bed, grabbed boxers and made his way to the front door. It’d be one of his neighbours, complaining about the time he got in last night. Any little thing and they complained. He opened it and frowned. There was no one there.
But there was a package on his doorstep. He bent down and picked it up. He retreated into his flat, sat down on his couch and opened the parcel. Inside was a large piece of something hard, speckled and orange. He turned it over and over in his hands. It looked like coral but as he touched it, he knew it wasn’t. It made his mind pulse and throb with something. A note fell out of the package. He picked it up and read it.
Jack,
This belongs to you.
Keep her safe.
Ianto
x
Jack read the note again and again, as he turned the coral over and over in his hand. ‘Keep her safe’. What did that mean? Why hadn’t Ianto stopped to explain it himself? And how had he even got up to Jack’s floor anyway without a keycode?
Still holding the coral, he returned to his bedroom. He placed the coral and the note on his bedside table and got dressed. He felt like there was electricity humming through him, like he wasn’t just plan ordinary Jack Harkness anymore. He felt almost like he could be … special.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Jack let himself into his flat with a big sigh. He plonked himself down on his sofa and contemplated. He could spend his usual Friday evening in, watching a DVD and eating a takeaway. He could have Chinese, Indian or even Pizza. The world was his oyster.
He glanced across at the bag he’d dumped beside him. That gorgeous shirt was in there. It was too good really to wear to work. He wanted to show it off somewhere.
He grinned and got up. He wasn’t staying in tonight. He was going out. He was going to do something different.
He showered, then started getting dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. He’d chosen dark blue trousers to go with his shirt and, even if he did say it himself, he looked good. The dark blue suited him. He grinned, grabbed his wallet and went out.
He found a club. The pounding music seemed to get inside his veins and made his heart beat faster. It was dance music and he felt himself wanting to move. He joined the throngs of people, moving and rubbing against each other. This was different for him. He wanted to move and dance. He wanted to let go. He wanted to find out who he was.
He tipped his head back and shut his eyes as he moved in the crowd, one of them, part of them, moving as one. He felt exhilaration thump through him with the music. He felt good. He felt alive.
He felt a body move close to him, press against him. He pressed his body back to his dance partner, feeling their hips move together. Hard fingers brushed his hips, then gripped, pulling him tighter against a firm body. Jack opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a broad shouldered, handsome but hard faced man. Jack forced down the disappointment he didn’t understand.
“Hey, handsome,” the man murmured, thrusting his hips hard into Jack’s. “Fancy coming outside with me?”
Jack hesitated. He had come here for some fun, to do something different. He should do it, seize the opportunity. He nodded. His hand was gripped hard and he was tugged away from the dance floor.
His heart began to bang against his chest. He’d never done anything like this before. He didn’t know how it was supposed to go.
“Erm, maybe we should stay in here.”
The man tugged his hand harder. “No, I want you to come outside with me.”
Jack didn’t want to. He wanted something but he didn’t know what it was.
“Excuse me,” said a sudden soft voice. Jack didn’t know how such a gentle voice could be heard over the music but it was. It was perfectly clear.
Jack raised his head and found himself meeting the eyes of the boy who’d pulled him out of the way of that SUV. This time, he was dressed in tight black jeans and t-shirt and looked absolutely ravishing. Jack wanted to go with him, wanted to talk to him, to touch him, to feel him.
“What do you want?” snapped the man, gripping Jack’s hand harder.
The boy smiled. It was a polite smile but edged with something else. “I believe your companion would prefer to stay inside.”
The man yanked at Jack’s hand. “He’s going to come outside with me and I’m going to fuck him into the wall.”
Jack felt numb. He should be pulling away from this man. He should be taking what he wanted in his arms but something stopped him.
The boy smiled and placed a gentle hand on the man’s chest. “He wants to stay inside. Let go of his hand and walk away.”
There was something about the boy’s voice. It was so gentle but firm and absolutely commanding. Jack found his hand being dropped. The man turned and walked away without another word of argument.
Jack blinked at the boy. “Thank you,” he whispered.
The boy smiled at him. “You’re welcome.” He turned to go.
“Hey, wait,” said Jack, starting forward. “Can I …buy you a drink? To say thank you.”
The boy smiled. “Neither of us drink.”
Jack frowned at him. “How do you know these things about me? You know my name and …”
“I know a lot more about you than you know about yourself, Jack.” He started to walk towards the exit.
Jack hurried after him and caught up with him in the quiet of the staircase back to street level. He grasped the boy’s soft arm. The boy turned with him and Jack found he was pressing the boy against the wall.
“Who are you?” he breathed.
The boy smiled. “A friend.”
Jack shivered as he felt the boy’s hot breath across his face. Their lips were so close. If Jack leaned forward one more inch he could touch those soft pink lips with his own. The boy’s soft smile suddenly faded and his mouth opened. Jack’s gaze flickered over the boy’s face and he took in those half-lidded blue eyes, the gentle curve of his cheek, the wet lips and the hot mouth beyond them.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack whispered.
The boy opened his eyes wide and his breath got heavier. Jack slid his arms around him and felt something soft brushing him, almost like long hair cascading down the back. But it wasn’t. It was something else. Jack wanted to touch more.
The boy pulled away. “I should go,” he whispered. He backed away. Jack wanted him to turn but he didn’t. He stepped backwards carefully, away from Jack. Jack wanted him to stay.
“Wait, please don’t go yet.”
The boy smiled at him but the smile seemed difficult for him. “I’ll see you again. Don’t worry, Jack. It’ll be all right.”
Finally, the boy turned but there was nothing on his back, only his tight fitting black t-shirt.
“Wait,” Jack called. “Please, at least tell me your name.”
At the door, the boy paused and looked round at him. He smiled just a little. “Ianto,” he said. “My name is Ianto.” Then he was gone.
Ianto. Jack’s thoughts were consumed by that name, by that beautiful face. He lay in bed, staring at his ceiling and picturing his boy, Ianto, there with him. He wanted to put his arms around him again, feel that warmth, that softness. He wanted to feel that safety.
It was Saturday. He had nowhere to go. He could just stay in bed and daydream about Ianto, that beautiful boy. He didn’t have to do anything at all.
His doorbell rang. Scowling, he forced himself out of bed, grabbed boxers and made his way to the front door. It’d be one of his neighbours, complaining about the time he got in last night. Any little thing and they complained. He opened it and frowned. There was no one there.
But there was a package on his doorstep. He bent down and picked it up. He retreated into his flat, sat down on his couch and opened the parcel. Inside was a large piece of something hard, speckled and orange. He turned it over and over in his hands. It looked like coral but as he touched it, he knew it wasn’t. It made his mind pulse and throb with something. A note fell out of the package. He picked it up and read it.
Jack,
This belongs to you.
Keep her safe.
Ianto
x
Jack read the note again and again, as he turned the coral over and over in his hand. ‘Keep her safe’. What did that mean? Why hadn’t Ianto stopped to explain it himself? And how had he even got up to Jack’s floor anyway without a keycode?
Still holding the coral, he returned to his bedroom. He placed the coral and the note on his bedside table and got dressed. He felt like there was electricity humming through him, like he wasn’t just plan ordinary Jack Harkness anymore. He felt almost like he could be … special.