Fic- Guardian 3/7
Title: Guardian 3/7
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 didn’t want to stay in. He went out. He didn’t often go out at the weekend, only if he needed to get some shopping in. He intended to go down to town but he found himself walking away from town and down towards the bay. He made his way to the waterside and stood by the fence. He stared out at the water, trying to work out what the hell it was about this place that drew him back time and time again.
Hours later, Jack was still there. He’d wandered away a few times, to get food and to stretch his legs but when it began to get dark, he was still standing there, watching the water.
“You shouldn’t be here,” said Ianto.
Jack smiled. His boy was back. Jack stayed facing the water, feeling Ianto come up closer behind him.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Trust me. You shouldn’t.”
Jack waited until Ianto was right behind him, then he moved, grasping Ianto by the arms, spinning him and holding him against the metal chains of the fence. Ianto’s eyes went wide and he gazed open-mouthed at Jack, his cheeks flushing.
Jack grinned to see that he’d got the careful young man a little flustered. It made him feel warm.
“What do you know about me?” Jack asked.
Ianto wriggled a little in Jack’s grip. Jack was certain he could feel heat coming from those tight jeans. Ianto breathed deliberately.
“Everything.”
“You said you know more about me than I know about myself.”
Ianto smiled a little. “It’s true. But that’s going to change, Jack. It’s all going to change. You’re special, Jack, really special and I’m going to help you figure that out.”
Jack found himself pressing against him. They swayed a little together against the fence. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Ianto, do you know that?”
Ianto swallowed hard. He pushed back against Jack and managed to stand. “Please, trust me. Come away from here.”
Jack grinned at him, putting one hand in his pocket and swaying his hips. “Take me away from here and I’ll go with you.”
Ianto met his eyes and Jack could see the longing in them, the desire. But then Ianto blinked and the look was forced away.
“I can’t. It’s against the rules. Please, just trust me. Stay away from the bay. I know you’re drawn here and that’s not wrong but … there is danger here for you, Jack. I need you to stay safe. Stay away from here, okay?” His voice was soft and the open worry was back in his face.
Jack swallowed and found himself nodding. “Okay. But … will I see you again soon?”
Ianto smiled and turned to walk away. His black boots made no sound on the wooden planks. “You’ll see me when you need me,” he said and, once again, he was gone.
Jack went home, his thoughts consumed by everything that was Ianto. He tried to memorise every word he’d said, tried to keep it all clear in his head. But what he remembered most clearly was the way Ianto had felt against him. He wanted to feel that hot embrace again. He wanted to put his arms around him and feel that strange prickly softness again. He wanted to know what it was.
He wanted to know everything about Ianto, who he was, why he was here. Ianto had spoken about rules. What rules could Ianto be under? Who could be enforcing them? Jack wanted to know everything.
Back in his flat, he went straight to his bedroom and picked up the coral. He liked the way it made him feel, like pleasure was locked up inside it, ready to pulse through his hands to the rest of his body. He rubbed a finger across the prickly surface. The firm surface seemed to resist and give way at the same time. He’d never come across anything like this before.
Later, when he was in bed, he watched the way it looked in the darkness. It seemed to glow with a sort of pale light but then he blinked and it wasn’t there anymore. He settled down to sleep.
He dreamed he was flying. His eyes opened wide and he gazed all around at the night sky. He could see the stars. They twinkled at him, inviting him further into their worlds. There were arms around him, strong gentle arms, holding him up and holding him close. Jack let all his weight be supported by his companion. He knew somehow that his companion would hold him and never let him fall.
He wanted to turn his head, look at his companion’s face, gaze into his eyes but something stopped him. He watched the stars winking at him.
“You’re special, Jack,” a soft voice whispered in his ear. “So special.”
Jack shivered as the hot breath brushed his face. Jack wanted to be special; he wanted to be something.
“Who am I?” he asked.
A gentle hand touched his arm. “You’re Jack Harkness.”
Again, Jack tried to turn and see his companion. “Please, let me see your face.”
There was a whisper of a kiss across the back of his head. “It’s against the rules.”
Jack jerked and realised he was awake. He stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was daylight. He didn’t get up. He lay back, grasped the coral and held it close to his chest. He was staying here for the duration.
But time would not stand still for Jack. All too soon, it was Monday and he was drudging into work again. He sat at his desk and tapped at his keyboard. He was trapped in a never-ending world of typing, paperwork and drudgery.
“Harkness!” The Boss barked from his office door. “In here right now.”
Jack gulped. He was in trouble. He didn’t like getting in trouble. He locked his computer and switched off the monitor. He took a deep breath, then made his way to the office.
The Boss frowned at him. “Take a seat, Jack.”
Jack sat opposite The Boss. “Sir?”
“Your work has slipped, Jack. You’ve become slow and sloppy over the last couple of weeks. Take this as a verbal warning. If your work does not improve in the next week, you’ll be on an official written warning.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
The Boss nodded. “Good, then get back to work. You’ve got a long way to go to catch up.”
Jack returned to his desk. He was torn. On the one hand, he didn’t really give a damn about this job but on the other, he needed the money. He couldn’t afford too lose it, as much as he wanted to just walk out. There was nothing for it. He’d have to keep his head down and work as hard as he possibly could.
It was late, approaching ten o’clock at night and there was nobody left in the office except for him. He’d worked through his lunch. He’d worked almost solidly since coming out of The Boss’s office. The only breaks he’d had were to make instant coffee.
His neck and back ached and there were spots swaying in front of his eyes. He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t yet. He had to get this work done. He had to keep this damn job.
A sudden fast wind sound in the room, blowing Jack’s hair. Jack jerked his head up. Had a bird got in here somehow? There was nobody there and the windows were shut.
He lowered his head over his desk again. He had to get this finished. Another hour of solid work and he could go home and get some sleep.
“It’s time to go home now, Jack.”
Jack looked up and smiled. He felt the cricks in his neck ease a little. “Hey, Ianto.” He grinned. “I missed you.”
Ianto flushed a little and glanced away. Jack used the opportunity to look him over. He was perched on Jack’s desk, legs swinging. Again, he was wearing tight jeans, this time paired with a red and white checked shirt, which he wore open, revealing a skinny red tee beneath it. He looked good. Jack felt his pants getting tighter.
“Really, really missed you.”
Ianto cleared his throat pointedly. “I’ve just come to send you home.”
Jack leaned back in his chair. The grin still covered his face. “Why not come with me? We could crack open a bottle of wine, make an evening of it?”
The corners of Ianto’s mouth turned up just a little. “I think you need to go home and get some sleep, Jack.”
Jack pushed his chair back and stood up. “What’ll you do if I don’t then?”
Ianto’s lips twitched. “I’ll be rather cross, Jack.”
Jack beamed, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Oh, really? Sounds rather fun.”
The smile spread gently across Ianto’s face. “Do you feel good in your own body, Jack?”
Jack considered Ianto, the way he was watching him, like he could see right inside him. He shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Like now?”
Jack smiled. “Yeah, I feel good now.”
Ianto nodded, his eyes bright. “Good.” He stood up and ambled over to the window, gazing out of it at the dark night.
Jack leaned against his own desk and watched him. He wanted to watch Ianto all the time, explore him with his eyes … and his hands.
Ianto turned to him. “Tell me about your life, Jack.”
Jack shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. I’m pretty ordinary really.”
Ianto smiled. “No, you’re not, Jack. I’ve already told you that.” He stepped closer to Jack, meeting his eyes directly. “Where were you born?”
Jack squirmed and looked away. Talking about his life always felt awkward, like he shouldn’t say it.
“America,” he said. “I don’t remember living there. I … don’t have any family. I’ve always been on my own.” He looked down and frowned. “Always.” He felt Ianto step closer to him and he looked up.
Ianto was gazing at him with that open expression. Jack saw compassion there and sadness and … there was something else. Heat. There was heat.
“You’re so much more than you think you are, Jack,” Ianto whispered, stepping closer. “You really are.”
Jack fixed his gaze on the ground. “I’m not. I’m just an ordinary bloke. I’m not special.”
Ianto was so close to him now that Jack could feel him. He wanted to reach out to him. “No, Jack,” he whispered. “You are special.”
Jack slowly began to look up. He met Ianto’s eyes. They were wet and warm. Jack swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to reply but Ianto suddenly moved towards him, grasped him by the arms and pressed his lips to Jack’s. Jack made a startled noise as he found himself sitting on his desk, kissing Ianto. Ianto’s hands were in his jacket, one knee up on the desk for leverage and was kissing him with wild abandon.
Jack let himself fall into pure pleasure of what was happening. Ianto’s mouth was so firm, so in control, yet so soft and gentle. There was a sweetness to his mouth that made Jack want to press into him for more.
But Ianto had him completely. One slim, strong hand wound around his tie and the other cupped the back of his neck. Jack felt warmth cover him, every inch of him. Ianto’s warmth, his own warmth, it was all there.
He felt cool air across his face. He put his arms around Ianto and there was the softness again. It wasn’t just soft, but prickly too and strong, really strong. Jack felt his heart beating faster at the feel of it.
Suddenly, Ianto was pulling away. Jack blinked several times, then looked at Ianto, mouth open, breathing heavy. Ianto’s gaze skirted away from him.
“I should go.”
Jack put his head on one side to consider him. “Aren’t you gonna take me with you?” He grinned. “Make sure I get home all right.”
Ianto took a steadying breath. “You will. You’ve got to go home and get some rest, okay?”
He began to walk away. Jack pushed through the haze of pleasure and hurried after him. “Wait. Are you going home?”
Ianto glanced at him. “Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.”
“But, where do you live?”
Ianto smiled. “I’ll see you around. Go home, Jack.” He turned the corner and disappeared again from Jack’s sight.
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 didn’t want to stay in. He went out. He didn’t often go out at the weekend, only if he needed to get some shopping in. He intended to go down to town but he found himself walking away from town and down towards the bay. He made his way to the waterside and stood by the fence. He stared out at the water, trying to work out what the hell it was about this place that drew him back time and time again.
Hours later, Jack was still there. He’d wandered away a few times, to get food and to stretch his legs but when it began to get dark, he was still standing there, watching the water.
“You shouldn’t be here,” said Ianto.
Jack smiled. His boy was back. Jack stayed facing the water, feeling Ianto come up closer behind him.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Trust me. You shouldn’t.”
Jack waited until Ianto was right behind him, then he moved, grasping Ianto by the arms, spinning him and holding him against the metal chains of the fence. Ianto’s eyes went wide and he gazed open-mouthed at Jack, his cheeks flushing.
Jack grinned to see that he’d got the careful young man a little flustered. It made him feel warm.
“What do you know about me?” Jack asked.
Ianto wriggled a little in Jack’s grip. Jack was certain he could feel heat coming from those tight jeans. Ianto breathed deliberately.
“Everything.”
“You said you know more about me than I know about myself.”
Ianto smiled a little. “It’s true. But that’s going to change, Jack. It’s all going to change. You’re special, Jack, really special and I’m going to help you figure that out.”
Jack found himself pressing against him. They swayed a little together against the fence. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Ianto, do you know that?”
Ianto swallowed hard. He pushed back against Jack and managed to stand. “Please, trust me. Come away from here.”
Jack grinned at him, putting one hand in his pocket and swaying his hips. “Take me away from here and I’ll go with you.”
Ianto met his eyes and Jack could see the longing in them, the desire. But then Ianto blinked and the look was forced away.
“I can’t. It’s against the rules. Please, just trust me. Stay away from the bay. I know you’re drawn here and that’s not wrong but … there is danger here for you, Jack. I need you to stay safe. Stay away from here, okay?” His voice was soft and the open worry was back in his face.
Jack swallowed and found himself nodding. “Okay. But … will I see you again soon?”
Ianto smiled and turned to walk away. His black boots made no sound on the wooden planks. “You’ll see me when you need me,” he said and, once again, he was gone.
Jack went home, his thoughts consumed by everything that was Ianto. He tried to memorise every word he’d said, tried to keep it all clear in his head. But what he remembered most clearly was the way Ianto had felt against him. He wanted to feel that hot embrace again. He wanted to put his arms around him and feel that strange prickly softness again. He wanted to know what it was.
He wanted to know everything about Ianto, who he was, why he was here. Ianto had spoken about rules. What rules could Ianto be under? Who could be enforcing them? Jack wanted to know everything.
Back in his flat, he went straight to his bedroom and picked up the coral. He liked the way it made him feel, like pleasure was locked up inside it, ready to pulse through his hands to the rest of his body. He rubbed a finger across the prickly surface. The firm surface seemed to resist and give way at the same time. He’d never come across anything like this before.
Later, when he was in bed, he watched the way it looked in the darkness. It seemed to glow with a sort of pale light but then he blinked and it wasn’t there anymore. He settled down to sleep.
He dreamed he was flying. His eyes opened wide and he gazed all around at the night sky. He could see the stars. They twinkled at him, inviting him further into their worlds. There were arms around him, strong gentle arms, holding him up and holding him close. Jack let all his weight be supported by his companion. He knew somehow that his companion would hold him and never let him fall.
He wanted to turn his head, look at his companion’s face, gaze into his eyes but something stopped him. He watched the stars winking at him.
“You’re special, Jack,” a soft voice whispered in his ear. “So special.”
Jack shivered as the hot breath brushed his face. Jack wanted to be special; he wanted to be something.
“Who am I?” he asked.
A gentle hand touched his arm. “You’re Jack Harkness.”
Again, Jack tried to turn and see his companion. “Please, let me see your face.”
There was a whisper of a kiss across the back of his head. “It’s against the rules.”
Jack jerked and realised he was awake. He stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was daylight. He didn’t get up. He lay back, grasped the coral and held it close to his chest. He was staying here for the duration.
But time would not stand still for Jack. All too soon, it was Monday and he was drudging into work again. He sat at his desk and tapped at his keyboard. He was trapped in a never-ending world of typing, paperwork and drudgery.
“Harkness!” The Boss barked from his office door. “In here right now.”
Jack gulped. He was in trouble. He didn’t like getting in trouble. He locked his computer and switched off the monitor. He took a deep breath, then made his way to the office.
The Boss frowned at him. “Take a seat, Jack.”
Jack sat opposite The Boss. “Sir?”
“Your work has slipped, Jack. You’ve become slow and sloppy over the last couple of weeks. Take this as a verbal warning. If your work does not improve in the next week, you’ll be on an official written warning.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
The Boss nodded. “Good, then get back to work. You’ve got a long way to go to catch up.”
Jack returned to his desk. He was torn. On the one hand, he didn’t really give a damn about this job but on the other, he needed the money. He couldn’t afford too lose it, as much as he wanted to just walk out. There was nothing for it. He’d have to keep his head down and work as hard as he possibly could.
It was late, approaching ten o’clock at night and there was nobody left in the office except for him. He’d worked through his lunch. He’d worked almost solidly since coming out of The Boss’s office. The only breaks he’d had were to make instant coffee.
His neck and back ached and there were spots swaying in front of his eyes. He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t yet. He had to get this work done. He had to keep this damn job.
A sudden fast wind sound in the room, blowing Jack’s hair. Jack jerked his head up. Had a bird got in here somehow? There was nobody there and the windows were shut.
He lowered his head over his desk again. He had to get this finished. Another hour of solid work and he could go home and get some sleep.
“It’s time to go home now, Jack.”
Jack looked up and smiled. He felt the cricks in his neck ease a little. “Hey, Ianto.” He grinned. “I missed you.”
Ianto flushed a little and glanced away. Jack used the opportunity to look him over. He was perched on Jack’s desk, legs swinging. Again, he was wearing tight jeans, this time paired with a red and white checked shirt, which he wore open, revealing a skinny red tee beneath it. He looked good. Jack felt his pants getting tighter.
“Really, really missed you.”
Ianto cleared his throat pointedly. “I’ve just come to send you home.”
Jack leaned back in his chair. The grin still covered his face. “Why not come with me? We could crack open a bottle of wine, make an evening of it?”
The corners of Ianto’s mouth turned up just a little. “I think you need to go home and get some sleep, Jack.”
Jack pushed his chair back and stood up. “What’ll you do if I don’t then?”
Ianto’s lips twitched. “I’ll be rather cross, Jack.”
Jack beamed, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Oh, really? Sounds rather fun.”
The smile spread gently across Ianto’s face. “Do you feel good in your own body, Jack?”
Jack considered Ianto, the way he was watching him, like he could see right inside him. He shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Like now?”
Jack smiled. “Yeah, I feel good now.”
Ianto nodded, his eyes bright. “Good.” He stood up and ambled over to the window, gazing out of it at the dark night.
Jack leaned against his own desk and watched him. He wanted to watch Ianto all the time, explore him with his eyes … and his hands.
Ianto turned to him. “Tell me about your life, Jack.”
Jack shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. I’m pretty ordinary really.”
Ianto smiled. “No, you’re not, Jack. I’ve already told you that.” He stepped closer to Jack, meeting his eyes directly. “Where were you born?”
Jack squirmed and looked away. Talking about his life always felt awkward, like he shouldn’t say it.
“America,” he said. “I don’t remember living there. I … don’t have any family. I’ve always been on my own.” He looked down and frowned. “Always.” He felt Ianto step closer to him and he looked up.
Ianto was gazing at him with that open expression. Jack saw compassion there and sadness and … there was something else. Heat. There was heat.
“You’re so much more than you think you are, Jack,” Ianto whispered, stepping closer. “You really are.”
Jack fixed his gaze on the ground. “I’m not. I’m just an ordinary bloke. I’m not special.”
Ianto was so close to him now that Jack could feel him. He wanted to reach out to him. “No, Jack,” he whispered. “You are special.”
Jack slowly began to look up. He met Ianto’s eyes. They were wet and warm. Jack swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to reply but Ianto suddenly moved towards him, grasped him by the arms and pressed his lips to Jack’s. Jack made a startled noise as he found himself sitting on his desk, kissing Ianto. Ianto’s hands were in his jacket, one knee up on the desk for leverage and was kissing him with wild abandon.
Jack let himself fall into pure pleasure of what was happening. Ianto’s mouth was so firm, so in control, yet so soft and gentle. There was a sweetness to his mouth that made Jack want to press into him for more.
But Ianto had him completely. One slim, strong hand wound around his tie and the other cupped the back of his neck. Jack felt warmth cover him, every inch of him. Ianto’s warmth, his own warmth, it was all there.
He felt cool air across his face. He put his arms around Ianto and there was the softness again. It wasn’t just soft, but prickly too and strong, really strong. Jack felt his heart beating faster at the feel of it.
Suddenly, Ianto was pulling away. Jack blinked several times, then looked at Ianto, mouth open, breathing heavy. Ianto’s gaze skirted away from him.
“I should go.”
Jack put his head on one side to consider him. “Aren’t you gonna take me with you?” He grinned. “Make sure I get home all right.”
Ianto took a steadying breath. “You will. You’ve got to go home and get some rest, okay?”
He began to walk away. Jack pushed through the haze of pleasure and hurried after him. “Wait. Are you going home?”
Ianto glanced at him. “Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.”
“But, where do you live?”
Ianto smiled. “I’ll see you around. Go home, Jack.” He turned the corner and disappeared again from Jack’s sight.