Fic- Guardian 4/7
Title: Guardian 4/7
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 sunk down into his mattress, a smile spreading over his face. He’d kissed Ianto, actually kissed him. He’d tasted him, felt that softness, his warmth, his heat.
He felt good, so good. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. He had to kiss Ianto again and again and again. He had to hold him, had to touch him, had to feel him. He had to have him.
But there was so much he didn’t know, didn’t understand. He didn’t know who Ianto was exactly. He didn’t know why he should do what he told him. After all what could possibly harm him at the bay?
He’d go there again tomorrow, in his lunch break. If it was bad for him, then Ianto would come and take him away and Jack would get to see him again.
The next morning dawned brighter than any morning Jack had ever seen before. He actually whistled as he made his way into work. Actual work seemed less important and he found himself wanting to just sit and daydream about Ianto’s touch on him, those hot wet lips, those firm in control hands, that slim strong body. But no, he’d have tine for that later. Now he had to focus on his work.
At lunchtime he made his way purposefully to the bay. He stood and looked up at the water tower. He did like it here. There was something about this area. It made him feel like it was a new day, like he could do anything, like there was nothing that could hurt him.
There was no sign of Ianto. Jack hesitated. Last time, he had been down at the water before Ianto had come to tell him he should leave. Jack started walking again, down to the waterfront. He had to see Ianto again, he just had to. He didn’t care what the risk was.
He turned the corner and stopped. There was a group of people coming out of the funny little building under there. What was it, some sort of tourist office?
One was very young and in a suit. He had a tight pinched face and was barking instructions at the others. Each of them wore a gun at their waists and there were no smiles amongst them.
Jack backed up against the fence and held onto the chain so tightly his fingers began to cramp.
“Get it done, Dakto,” barked the young man. “I don't care if it’s fucking hard work. I can send you back to prison, you know.”
Dakto, a bald man with missing teeth, nodded. “Yes sir. I'll get it done.”
Two women accompanied the men. One kept to the back. She didn’t look old but her dark hair was going white and she had frown lines along her brow. She held an electronic device in her hand and peered down at it, tapping at it as she walked. The other woman was middle aged and had a hard, set face. She walked beside the young leader, drawn up to full height. She glared at Jack as they walked past.
“What do you think you're looking at?” she asked, sneering at him like a playground bully.
Jack dropped his gaze and fixed it on the ground. He felt her self-satisfaction as they went past. Jack shuddered as he watched them leave.
“I told you to stay away from here.”
Jack turned his head and saw Ianto standing there beside him. He was wearing his baggy jeans and a t-shirt again.
“You didn't tell me why though.”
Ianto smiled just a little. “And you just had to find out for yourself, did you?”
Jack shrugged and grinned. He stuck his hands in his pockets and swayed his hips. “If you tell me now, I’ll promise to be a very good boy and do exactly as you say.”
Ianto’s smile widened. “I don't believe you know how to do as you’re told, Jack.”
“Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”
Ianto frowned a little. “I don't think you’re ready to know, Jack. I think it may be a little too much for you just now.”
Jack stepped a little closer to Ianto. “Nothing’s too much for me. You got it, I can handle it.”
Ianto took a breath, which hitched suddenly. “It’s too soon,” he whispered and Jack realised he was looking at Jack’s mouth. Jack licked his lips and watched the way Ianto swallowed.
“Kissing you last night was amazing,” Jack whispered, letting his breath brush Ianto’s face.
Ianto looked away and Jack could see how fast his breathing was. He was certain he could feel heat from those jeans.
“I thought you wanted to know about Torchwood?” Ianto said, making an effort to sound calm and in control.
Jack grinned. “Ah, they’re called Torchwood, are they?”
Ianto’s cheeks flushed a dark pink and looked away. Jack’s grin widened and he took a step closer to Ianto. Their bodies were now brushing. “Tell me. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
Ianto returned his gaze. “You’re special, Jack and if they realise it, you might be in danger. You need to keep away from them, stay safe.”
“I don’t understand, Ianto. How am I special?”
Ianto looked away. “I can’t explain it to you, Jack. It’s something you’re going to have to figure out yourself.”
Jack pouted. “Can’t you even give me a clue?”
Ianto frowned and looked down. “I shouldn’t even have told you what I have.”
Jack kept close to him, making sure Ianto could feel his heat. “Then why did you?”
Ianto’s flush darkened. “I don’t know,” he whispered. He took a deliberate step back. “You must stay away from here, Jack. Please, promise me.”
“I can’t do that, Ianto. I need to know what’s going on.”
Ianto glanced at him, then away. “Come on. We have to get away from here.” He grasped Jack by his wrist and tugged him.
Jack grinned and followed eagerly. Ianto led him away from the bay, past the millennium centre and towards the more industrial buildings. There, hidden from sight, they stopped. They were alone and Jack wondered if he was finally going to get what he wanted.
“Jack, do you trust me?” Ianto asked, looking directly into Jack’s eyes.
Jack swallowed. “Yes,” he said, almost without thinking.
Ianto smiled a little. “Then trust me when I say that you need to stay away from them.” He reached out and brushed Jack’s cheek lightly. “Please, trust me.”
Jack swallowed hard and nodded.
Ianto nodded in approval, then pulled away. Jack rushed after him. “Wait, please, wait.”
Ianto glanced back at him. “What is it, Jack?”
“There’s so much you haven’t told me.”
Ianto considered him. “What do you want to know?”
Jack frowned, startled by the question. There was so much he wanted to know. Where could he possibly start?
He grinned. “Okay, what do you have on your back?”
Ianto’s calm manner disappeared and he flushed. “I … what do you mean?”
Jack took a stride forwards. “I mean, I felt something on your back. When I put my arm around you those times, I felt it. It’s all soft and a bit prickly.”
Ianto squirmed. “I’ve not … I haven’t got anything on my back.”
Jack suddenly grasped hold of Ianto, sliding his arm around his back and holding him tight. He could feel the soft prickliness now. Ianto shuddered.
“See? I can feel it now. Tell me what it is.”
Ianto’s face was still hot. He wriggled out of Jack’s embrace, frowning. “I’ve got to go. Stay away from Torchwood, Jack.”
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 sunk down into his mattress, a smile spreading over his face. He’d kissed Ianto, actually kissed him. He’d tasted him, felt that softness, his warmth, his heat.
He felt good, so good. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. He had to kiss Ianto again and again and again. He had to hold him, had to touch him, had to feel him. He had to have him.
But there was so much he didn’t know, didn’t understand. He didn’t know who Ianto was exactly. He didn’t know why he should do what he told him. After all what could possibly harm him at the bay?
He’d go there again tomorrow, in his lunch break. If it was bad for him, then Ianto would come and take him away and Jack would get to see him again.
The next morning dawned brighter than any morning Jack had ever seen before. He actually whistled as he made his way into work. Actual work seemed less important and he found himself wanting to just sit and daydream about Ianto’s touch on him, those hot wet lips, those firm in control hands, that slim strong body. But no, he’d have tine for that later. Now he had to focus on his work.
At lunchtime he made his way purposefully to the bay. He stood and looked up at the water tower. He did like it here. There was something about this area. It made him feel like it was a new day, like he could do anything, like there was nothing that could hurt him.
There was no sign of Ianto. Jack hesitated. Last time, he had been down at the water before Ianto had come to tell him he should leave. Jack started walking again, down to the waterfront. He had to see Ianto again, he just had to. He didn’t care what the risk was.
He turned the corner and stopped. There was a group of people coming out of the funny little building under there. What was it, some sort of tourist office?
One was very young and in a suit. He had a tight pinched face and was barking instructions at the others. Each of them wore a gun at their waists and there were no smiles amongst them.
Jack backed up against the fence and held onto the chain so tightly his fingers began to cramp.
“Get it done, Dakto,” barked the young man. “I don't care if it’s fucking hard work. I can send you back to prison, you know.”
Dakto, a bald man with missing teeth, nodded. “Yes sir. I'll get it done.”
Two women accompanied the men. One kept to the back. She didn’t look old but her dark hair was going white and she had frown lines along her brow. She held an electronic device in her hand and peered down at it, tapping at it as she walked. The other woman was middle aged and had a hard, set face. She walked beside the young leader, drawn up to full height. She glared at Jack as they walked past.
“What do you think you're looking at?” she asked, sneering at him like a playground bully.
Jack dropped his gaze and fixed it on the ground. He felt her self-satisfaction as they went past. Jack shuddered as he watched them leave.
“I told you to stay away from here.”
Jack turned his head and saw Ianto standing there beside him. He was wearing his baggy jeans and a t-shirt again.
“You didn't tell me why though.”
Ianto smiled just a little. “And you just had to find out for yourself, did you?”
Jack shrugged and grinned. He stuck his hands in his pockets and swayed his hips. “If you tell me now, I’ll promise to be a very good boy and do exactly as you say.”
Ianto’s smile widened. “I don't believe you know how to do as you’re told, Jack.”
“Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”
Ianto frowned a little. “I don't think you’re ready to know, Jack. I think it may be a little too much for you just now.”
Jack stepped a little closer to Ianto. “Nothing’s too much for me. You got it, I can handle it.”
Ianto took a breath, which hitched suddenly. “It’s too soon,” he whispered and Jack realised he was looking at Jack’s mouth. Jack licked his lips and watched the way Ianto swallowed.
“Kissing you last night was amazing,” Jack whispered, letting his breath brush Ianto’s face.
Ianto looked away and Jack could see how fast his breathing was. He was certain he could feel heat from those jeans.
“I thought you wanted to know about Torchwood?” Ianto said, making an effort to sound calm and in control.
Jack grinned. “Ah, they’re called Torchwood, are they?”
Ianto’s cheeks flushed a dark pink and looked away. Jack’s grin widened and he took a step closer to Ianto. Their bodies were now brushing. “Tell me. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
Ianto returned his gaze. “You’re special, Jack and if they realise it, you might be in danger. You need to keep away from them, stay safe.”
“I don’t understand, Ianto. How am I special?”
Ianto looked away. “I can’t explain it to you, Jack. It’s something you’re going to have to figure out yourself.”
Jack pouted. “Can’t you even give me a clue?”
Ianto frowned and looked down. “I shouldn’t even have told you what I have.”
Jack kept close to him, making sure Ianto could feel his heat. “Then why did you?”
Ianto’s flush darkened. “I don’t know,” he whispered. He took a deliberate step back. “You must stay away from here, Jack. Please, promise me.”
“I can’t do that, Ianto. I need to know what’s going on.”
Ianto glanced at him, then away. “Come on. We have to get away from here.” He grasped Jack by his wrist and tugged him.
Jack grinned and followed eagerly. Ianto led him away from the bay, past the millennium centre and towards the more industrial buildings. There, hidden from sight, they stopped. They were alone and Jack wondered if he was finally going to get what he wanted.
“Jack, do you trust me?” Ianto asked, looking directly into Jack’s eyes.
Jack swallowed. “Yes,” he said, almost without thinking.
Ianto smiled a little. “Then trust me when I say that you need to stay away from them.” He reached out and brushed Jack’s cheek lightly. “Please, trust me.”
Jack swallowed hard and nodded.
Ianto nodded in approval, then pulled away. Jack rushed after him. “Wait, please, wait.”
Ianto glanced back at him. “What is it, Jack?”
“There’s so much you haven’t told me.”
Ianto considered him. “What do you want to know?”
Jack frowned, startled by the question. There was so much he wanted to know. Where could he possibly start?
He grinned. “Okay, what do you have on your back?”
Ianto’s calm manner disappeared and he flushed. “I … what do you mean?”
Jack took a stride forwards. “I mean, I felt something on your back. When I put my arm around you those times, I felt it. It’s all soft and a bit prickly.”
Ianto squirmed. “I’ve not … I haven’t got anything on my back.”
Jack suddenly grasped hold of Ianto, sliding his arm around his back and holding him tight. He could feel the soft prickliness now. Ianto shuddered.
“See? I can feel it now. Tell me what it is.”
Ianto’s face was still hot. He wriggled out of Jack’s embrace, frowning. “I’ve got to go. Stay away from Torchwood, Jack.”