Fic: The Sea After a Storm (55/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 55
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A little comfort smexin'
Spoilers: Season Two thru Meat (2x04)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Catherine Tregenna for situations and dialogue borrowed from Meat. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: Ianto heads back to the Hub to see how Jack is doing…
Notes: An early Happy Valentine's Day from me and the boys! Enjoy the sexy time and the end of Meat. (I feel like it took me a year to write this episode - oh wait... it almost did! *eyeroll*) Thanks again to everyone who's reading and commenting! :) You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Fifty-Five
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Tosh, Owen and Ianto unwound at the pub after the events of the day…
Tosh and Ianto walked out of the pub together, heading back towards the Hub. Ianto saw Tosh safely to her car and then hurried back to the Tourist Office to check on Jack. He fidgeted a bit during the elevator ride down, less confident of Jack's mood than he'd made out when he was talking to Tosh. When the cog door finally rolled back, Ianto was happy to see Jack's form through the cloudy window of his office. At least he's here, Ianto thought, now for the hard part. He took a deep breath and dove in.
"Evening, Captain," he said as he entered Jack's office.
Jack looked up at him with dull, sad eyes. "Ianto? Why… What… I mean, why are you here?"
Ianto saw the nearly empty decanter and the glass on the desk and sighed. "Really, Jack, why do you insist on drinking brandy when you know what it does to you?"
"I like the taste."
"Well, you like the taste of my coffee, too, so why don't I make a fresh pot?" Ianto removed the brandy and Jack's empty glass and set the decanter back on the bar. When he walked out towards the kitchen area with the dirty glass, Jack followed, much to Ianto's relief.
"Why are you even talking to me? Why are you making me coffee? You should be out with Tosh and Owen talking about what a bastard I am," Jack muttered from behind him.
"Oh, that. We finished early," Ianto said brightly. He ground the coffee beans while Jack's alcohol-addled brain tried to wrap itself around Ianto's joke. As soon as he had the coffee brewing, Jack grabbed him and turned him around.
"I'm so sorry, Ianto. You have no idea how… I know how that looked today, that… all that stuff with Gwen. I know what the others think but I need you to know that there's nothing - "
Ianto pulled his arms free of Jack's iron grip and put his hand over Jack's mouth. "I know that, twpsyn."
Jack looked surprised, his eyebrows rising almost comically high. "But I - " The words were muffled behind Ianto's hand.
Shaking his head, Ianto replaced his fingers with his lips, giving Jack a quick kiss. "Okay," he said with a sigh, realising that Jack wouldn't be able to just let it go. "Tell me what it was really about."
"I…" Jack took a step back from Ianto and crossed his arms over his chest. "I know it looked like… like there was some personal reason I let Rhys keep his memories of today. Like Gwen has some… hold over me or something but it's not like that, Ianto."
Ianto nodded but didn't interrupt.
"I was so afraid… she was willing to walk away, to leave the team and just go if that's what it took to let Rhys remember, to stop lying to him. I was scared she'd really do it, and we need her… the team works better with all of us. That's all, I swear."
Ianto paused for a moment and then looked at Jack, making sure the Captain was meeting his eyes. "I understand, Jack, but that's not all of it."
"It's not?" Jack looked confused again. "No, it is. It is, Ianto, I swear." Jack stepped forward again, his arms going around Ianto and holding him close. "I swear, I… I don't have feelings for her or anything like that, not like you think."
Allowing himself a soft chuckle, Ianto turned his head and kissed Jack's neck. "I don't think that, Jack. I know you're not in love with Gwen. I just meant that your reaction today was so… intense because it wasn't just about Gwen. You've lost so many people in your life. Especially recently, everything from that year that never happened for the rest of us to Tommy to that poor creature today. You keep so much all bottled up, it's no wonder you reacted so strongly."
Jack made a small sound, somewhere between a sob and a sigh.
Ianto pulled back in Jack's arms and looked into his troubled blue eyes. "I trust you. You always do what's necessary, for Torchwood, for the whole damn world, Jack. So if you say breaking protocols and letting Rhys know about what we do is okay, then it's okay. The others know that too, deep down."
Something in Ianto's words released Jack somehow, letting him relax into the embrace for the first time, resting his head on Ianto's shoulder and clinging to his lover. Ianto ran his hands over Jack's back soothingly, coming to rest with one hand in Jack's soft hair and the other resting comfortably at Jack's waist.
"Coffee's ready," Ianto whispered when the machine stopped gurgling a few minutes later.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto. "You're better than any cup of coffee," he murmured. "Even your coffee."
Ianto chuckled. "I'm not sure I have any proven effect against too much brandy," he teased. He felt Jack's answering laughter vibrate between them and smiled. He pulled away from Jack, stopping for a soft kiss before grabbing two mugs and pouring them each a cup. He led Jack over to the sofa and sat first, wrapping around Jack as much as possible when his lover joined him.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a while, just drawing comfort from each other's presence. Jack finished his cup first and set his empty mug on the coffee table.
"Another?" Ianto offered.
Jack shook his head and shifted on the sofa, snuggling up to Ianto and resting his head on Ianto's chest. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Did the coffee help at all?" Ianto asked, running his hand through Jack's hair again.
"The room stopped spinning," Jack replied. "So that's good."
Ianto snorted softly and sank a little further into the thin cushions of the sofa, pulling Jack close while sipping his coffee. He suddenly remembered standing in the kitchen with Jack over a month ago, on the fateful Friday when they woke up Tommy. Ianto took a drink of his coffee and then carefully set the mug on the floor next to the sofa without swallowing. He held the hot, rich liquid in his mouth for a long moment until his eyes began to water from the heat. Then he swallowed the coffee and tugged on Jack's hair, tilting his lover's face up to his. He pressed his lips to Jack's, kissing him softly until Jack moaned and opened to him. He swept his tongue into Jack's mouth, tasting him beneath the flavour of the coffee that permeated his own mouth. Jack moaned again, chasing Ianto's tongue with his own, pushing up into the kiss as he gripped Ianto's shirt with his fists.
Ianto pushed back, deepening the kiss as he manoeuvred Jack down onto the sofa. Jack, still clinging to Ianto with both hands, did his best to help, pulling Ianto on top of him. The kiss went on long enough for Ianto to wish he'd gotten around to ordering a new sofa for the Hub. He would've given anything to be able to just keep going right where they were but the sofa wasn't conducive to lengthy love-making. And that's exactly what Ianto wanted from Jack, what he thought Jack needed from him.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, but only to drag his mouth along the lines of Jack's jaw and to kiss his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Need you."
Jack's ragged whisper seemed to echo around the Hub. Ianto raised his head to capture Jack's mouth again. "I know," he whispered against his Captain's lips. "Come on," he said after another deep kiss.
Together they stumbled to Jack's quarters, neither of them willing to let go of the other long enough to walk properly. Once they were down the ladder, Ianto took control again, undressing Jack slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed. He tore off his own clothes with much less care while a completely naked Jack watched from the bed with heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers fumbled a bit when Jack began to stroke himself as he watched.
"Jesus, Jack," Ianto groaned.
"Just giving you some incentive to hurry," Jack explained. The tease was somewhat tentative but Jack was getting back to his old self.
Ianto yanked his trousers off with such force he was sure he lost a button. "You're all the incentive I need," he promised.
Jack's eyes softened and he reached for Ianto who practically fell into his arms. They rolled carefully on the small bed, aligning their bodies until they were pressed together from lips to toes. Their kisses flowed into each other, some soft, some frantic, some sweet and lingering, all fuelling the desire building between them.
"Oh, Ianto," Jack murmured sadly, his lips finding a bruise beginning to bloom on Ianto's chest.
"It's nothing," Ianto said. He nuzzled Jack's neck, trying to distract him.
"It's everything," Jack insisted. He pushed Ianto onto his back and kissed the mark. He stroked Ianto's face, his fingers lightly tracing the signs of the fight at the warehouse, a small scrape here, a faint bruise there. "I could have lost you," he whispered so softly Ianto could barely hear him. "When that bastard pulled the trigger, my heart stopped. I… all I wanted to do was break his fucking neck and hold you in my arms but instead… I had to… I -"
Jack broke off, his emotions too close to the surface to hide as he usually did. Ianto pulled him close again, running his hand down Jack's back. "I'm here now, Jack. We're both still here."
With a stifled sob, Jack clung to Ianto for a long moment. Ianto held him, stroking his back and his hair, kissing his temple, his cheek, anywhere Ianto could reach. Finally, Jack's lips sought Ianto's again and this time the kiss was full of a sweet desperation that ignited the passion between them again.
Ianto slowly manoeuvred them as they kissed, leisurely shifting them on the small bed until he was on top of Jack again. When he thought Jack was finally lost in his touch again, he reached for the bottle of lubrication that stood on the nightstand. He oiled his fingers and then reached between Jack's legs, teasing one careful finger into his lover.
Jack groaned and arched eagerly into Ianto's touch. "Yes, yes, need this, need you, Ianto."
Ianto stopped Jack's words with another kiss as he continued to prepare his lover until he was sure he wouldn't hurt him. When he reached for the bottle a second time, Jack was already there, squeezing some lube on his hand and wrapping it around Ianto's aching cock after coating his own erection. Ianto hissed at the contact, making Jack grin.
"Take me," he whispered, giving Ianto's cock one last stroke. He kissed Ianto hard and then said it again as he turned onto his hands and knees. "Take me."
Ianto shuddered and obeyed. He ran his hands down the long planes of Jack's back to his arse, taking a moment to marvel that this beautiful man was offering himself up to him. Before Jack could get impatient, Ianto set his cock at Jack's opening and slowly pushed in.
"Oh, God, Ianto," Jack moaned. His hand flailed for a moment until he found purchase on Ianto's thigh, pulling him even deeper inside.
Ianto gripped Jack's hips and thrust hard, making them both cry out with pleasure. He reached around to stroke Jack's cock in time with his thrusts, driving them both relentlessly towards orgasm. After a few minutes, Ianto realised that he was going to come first, being inside Jack again after all this time was just too much for him and he couldn't hold back. Growling his frustration, he leant into Jack after a hard thrust, pushing him flat. Jack moaned as his cock was pressed into the mattress, but Ianto knew he wouldn't come from just that stimulation. He rested his head on Jack's shoulder for a moment and then let himself go, slamming into Jack's willing body.
"Yes!" Jack cried out, squeezing his internal muscles around Ianto's cock.
"God! Jack!" Ianto only lasted a few more seconds, erupting inside his lover, his hips jerking of their own accord as he gasped for breath. He spooned against Jack and rolled them to their sides, still inside him, his hand on Jack's cock again before he completely finished coming.
Jack moaned at the contact and pushed into Ianto's hand. He shifted slightly so he could turn his head towards Ianto, mutely asking for a kiss. Reading his lover's desire, Ianto kissed him fiercely as he stroked Jack's cock. Ianto kept moving his hips as well, kept sliding his cock over Jack's prostate, giving him as much sensation as he could. Jack tensed, his kiss getting sloppy as he came hard in Ianto's hand. Ianto moaned against Jack's mouth and stroked him until Jack begged him to stop.
"Better?" Ianto asked after a minute, still a little out of breath.
Jack kissed him and then parroted questioningly, "Better?"
Ianto kissed Jack again. "Better than sitting at your desk drinking brandy until you pass out?" he clarified.
"Better than anything," Jack murmured.
Ianto chuckled. He snagged a towel from the nightstand and tidied them up a little before wrapping around Jack and tugging up the covers.
"Sleep, Jack," Ianto whispered as he ran his hand through Jack's hair. Ianto felt Jack's nod and kissed Jack's forehead as he snuggled closer. "Forget about everything for a while."
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Six
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A little comfort smexin'
Spoilers: Season Two thru Meat (2x04)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Catherine Tregenna for situations and dialogue borrowed from Meat. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: Ianto heads back to the Hub to see how Jack is doing…
Notes: An early Happy Valentine's Day from me and the boys! Enjoy the sexy time and the end of Meat. (I feel like it took me a year to write this episode - oh wait... it almost did! *eyeroll*) Thanks again to everyone who's reading and commenting! :) You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Fifty-Five
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Tosh, Owen and Ianto unwound at the pub after the events of the day…
Tosh and Ianto walked out of the pub together, heading back towards the Hub. Ianto saw Tosh safely to her car and then hurried back to the Tourist Office to check on Jack. He fidgeted a bit during the elevator ride down, less confident of Jack's mood than he'd made out when he was talking to Tosh. When the cog door finally rolled back, Ianto was happy to see Jack's form through the cloudy window of his office. At least he's here, Ianto thought, now for the hard part. He took a deep breath and dove in.
"Evening, Captain," he said as he entered Jack's office.
Jack looked up at him with dull, sad eyes. "Ianto? Why… What… I mean, why are you here?"
Ianto saw the nearly empty decanter and the glass on the desk and sighed. "Really, Jack, why do you insist on drinking brandy when you know what it does to you?"
"I like the taste."
"Well, you like the taste of my coffee, too, so why don't I make a fresh pot?" Ianto removed the brandy and Jack's empty glass and set the decanter back on the bar. When he walked out towards the kitchen area with the dirty glass, Jack followed, much to Ianto's relief.
"Why are you even talking to me? Why are you making me coffee? You should be out with Tosh and Owen talking about what a bastard I am," Jack muttered from behind him.
"Oh, that. We finished early," Ianto said brightly. He ground the coffee beans while Jack's alcohol-addled brain tried to wrap itself around Ianto's joke. As soon as he had the coffee brewing, Jack grabbed him and turned him around.
"I'm so sorry, Ianto. You have no idea how… I know how that looked today, that… all that stuff with Gwen. I know what the others think but I need you to know that there's nothing - "
Ianto pulled his arms free of Jack's iron grip and put his hand over Jack's mouth. "I know that, twpsyn."
Jack looked surprised, his eyebrows rising almost comically high. "But I - " The words were muffled behind Ianto's hand.
Shaking his head, Ianto replaced his fingers with his lips, giving Jack a quick kiss. "Okay," he said with a sigh, realising that Jack wouldn't be able to just let it go. "Tell me what it was really about."
"I…" Jack took a step back from Ianto and crossed his arms over his chest. "I know it looked like… like there was some personal reason I let Rhys keep his memories of today. Like Gwen has some… hold over me or something but it's not like that, Ianto."
Ianto nodded but didn't interrupt.
"I was so afraid… she was willing to walk away, to leave the team and just go if that's what it took to let Rhys remember, to stop lying to him. I was scared she'd really do it, and we need her… the team works better with all of us. That's all, I swear."
Ianto paused for a moment and then looked at Jack, making sure the Captain was meeting his eyes. "I understand, Jack, but that's not all of it."
"It's not?" Jack looked confused again. "No, it is. It is, Ianto, I swear." Jack stepped forward again, his arms going around Ianto and holding him close. "I swear, I… I don't have feelings for her or anything like that, not like you think."
Allowing himself a soft chuckle, Ianto turned his head and kissed Jack's neck. "I don't think that, Jack. I know you're not in love with Gwen. I just meant that your reaction today was so… intense because it wasn't just about Gwen. You've lost so many people in your life. Especially recently, everything from that year that never happened for the rest of us to Tommy to that poor creature today. You keep so much all bottled up, it's no wonder you reacted so strongly."
Jack made a small sound, somewhere between a sob and a sigh.
Ianto pulled back in Jack's arms and looked into his troubled blue eyes. "I trust you. You always do what's necessary, for Torchwood, for the whole damn world, Jack. So if you say breaking protocols and letting Rhys know about what we do is okay, then it's okay. The others know that too, deep down."
Something in Ianto's words released Jack somehow, letting him relax into the embrace for the first time, resting his head on Ianto's shoulder and clinging to his lover. Ianto ran his hands over Jack's back soothingly, coming to rest with one hand in Jack's soft hair and the other resting comfortably at Jack's waist.
"Coffee's ready," Ianto whispered when the machine stopped gurgling a few minutes later.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto. "You're better than any cup of coffee," he murmured. "Even your coffee."
Ianto chuckled. "I'm not sure I have any proven effect against too much brandy," he teased. He felt Jack's answering laughter vibrate between them and smiled. He pulled away from Jack, stopping for a soft kiss before grabbing two mugs and pouring them each a cup. He led Jack over to the sofa and sat first, wrapping around Jack as much as possible when his lover joined him.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a while, just drawing comfort from each other's presence. Jack finished his cup first and set his empty mug on the coffee table.
"Another?" Ianto offered.
Jack shook his head and shifted on the sofa, snuggling up to Ianto and resting his head on Ianto's chest. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Did the coffee help at all?" Ianto asked, running his hand through Jack's hair again.
"The room stopped spinning," Jack replied. "So that's good."
Ianto snorted softly and sank a little further into the thin cushions of the sofa, pulling Jack close while sipping his coffee. He suddenly remembered standing in the kitchen with Jack over a month ago, on the fateful Friday when they woke up Tommy. Ianto took a drink of his coffee and then carefully set the mug on the floor next to the sofa without swallowing. He held the hot, rich liquid in his mouth for a long moment until his eyes began to water from the heat. Then he swallowed the coffee and tugged on Jack's hair, tilting his lover's face up to his. He pressed his lips to Jack's, kissing him softly until Jack moaned and opened to him. He swept his tongue into Jack's mouth, tasting him beneath the flavour of the coffee that permeated his own mouth. Jack moaned again, chasing Ianto's tongue with his own, pushing up into the kiss as he gripped Ianto's shirt with his fists.
Ianto pushed back, deepening the kiss as he manoeuvred Jack down onto the sofa. Jack, still clinging to Ianto with both hands, did his best to help, pulling Ianto on top of him. The kiss went on long enough for Ianto to wish he'd gotten around to ordering a new sofa for the Hub. He would've given anything to be able to just keep going right where they were but the sofa wasn't conducive to lengthy love-making. And that's exactly what Ianto wanted from Jack, what he thought Jack needed from him.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, but only to drag his mouth along the lines of Jack's jaw and to kiss his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Need you."
Jack's ragged whisper seemed to echo around the Hub. Ianto raised his head to capture Jack's mouth again. "I know," he whispered against his Captain's lips. "Come on," he said after another deep kiss.
Together they stumbled to Jack's quarters, neither of them willing to let go of the other long enough to walk properly. Once they were down the ladder, Ianto took control again, undressing Jack slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed. He tore off his own clothes with much less care while a completely naked Jack watched from the bed with heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers fumbled a bit when Jack began to stroke himself as he watched.
"Jesus, Jack," Ianto groaned.
"Just giving you some incentive to hurry," Jack explained. The tease was somewhat tentative but Jack was getting back to his old self.
Ianto yanked his trousers off with such force he was sure he lost a button. "You're all the incentive I need," he promised.
Jack's eyes softened and he reached for Ianto who practically fell into his arms. They rolled carefully on the small bed, aligning their bodies until they were pressed together from lips to toes. Their kisses flowed into each other, some soft, some frantic, some sweet and lingering, all fuelling the desire building between them.
"Oh, Ianto," Jack murmured sadly, his lips finding a bruise beginning to bloom on Ianto's chest.
"It's nothing," Ianto said. He nuzzled Jack's neck, trying to distract him.
"It's everything," Jack insisted. He pushed Ianto onto his back and kissed the mark. He stroked Ianto's face, his fingers lightly tracing the signs of the fight at the warehouse, a small scrape here, a faint bruise there. "I could have lost you," he whispered so softly Ianto could barely hear him. "When that bastard pulled the trigger, my heart stopped. I… all I wanted to do was break his fucking neck and hold you in my arms but instead… I had to… I -"
Jack broke off, his emotions too close to the surface to hide as he usually did. Ianto pulled him close again, running his hand down Jack's back. "I'm here now, Jack. We're both still here."
With a stifled sob, Jack clung to Ianto for a long moment. Ianto held him, stroking his back and his hair, kissing his temple, his cheek, anywhere Ianto could reach. Finally, Jack's lips sought Ianto's again and this time the kiss was full of a sweet desperation that ignited the passion between them again.
Ianto slowly manoeuvred them as they kissed, leisurely shifting them on the small bed until he was on top of Jack again. When he thought Jack was finally lost in his touch again, he reached for the bottle of lubrication that stood on the nightstand. He oiled his fingers and then reached between Jack's legs, teasing one careful finger into his lover.
Jack groaned and arched eagerly into Ianto's touch. "Yes, yes, need this, need you, Ianto."
Ianto stopped Jack's words with another kiss as he continued to prepare his lover until he was sure he wouldn't hurt him. When he reached for the bottle a second time, Jack was already there, squeezing some lube on his hand and wrapping it around Ianto's aching cock after coating his own erection. Ianto hissed at the contact, making Jack grin.
"Take me," he whispered, giving Ianto's cock one last stroke. He kissed Ianto hard and then said it again as he turned onto his hands and knees. "Take me."
Ianto shuddered and obeyed. He ran his hands down the long planes of Jack's back to his arse, taking a moment to marvel that this beautiful man was offering himself up to him. Before Jack could get impatient, Ianto set his cock at Jack's opening and slowly pushed in.
"Oh, God, Ianto," Jack moaned. His hand flailed for a moment until he found purchase on Ianto's thigh, pulling him even deeper inside.
Ianto gripped Jack's hips and thrust hard, making them both cry out with pleasure. He reached around to stroke Jack's cock in time with his thrusts, driving them both relentlessly towards orgasm. After a few minutes, Ianto realised that he was going to come first, being inside Jack again after all this time was just too much for him and he couldn't hold back. Growling his frustration, he leant into Jack after a hard thrust, pushing him flat. Jack moaned as his cock was pressed into the mattress, but Ianto knew he wouldn't come from just that stimulation. He rested his head on Jack's shoulder for a moment and then let himself go, slamming into Jack's willing body.
"Yes!" Jack cried out, squeezing his internal muscles around Ianto's cock.
"God! Jack!" Ianto only lasted a few more seconds, erupting inside his lover, his hips jerking of their own accord as he gasped for breath. He spooned against Jack and rolled them to their sides, still inside him, his hand on Jack's cock again before he completely finished coming.
Jack moaned at the contact and pushed into Ianto's hand. He shifted slightly so he could turn his head towards Ianto, mutely asking for a kiss. Reading his lover's desire, Ianto kissed him fiercely as he stroked Jack's cock. Ianto kept moving his hips as well, kept sliding his cock over Jack's prostate, giving him as much sensation as he could. Jack tensed, his kiss getting sloppy as he came hard in Ianto's hand. Ianto moaned against Jack's mouth and stroked him until Jack begged him to stop.
"Better?" Ianto asked after a minute, still a little out of breath.
Jack kissed him and then parroted questioningly, "Better?"
Ianto kissed Jack again. "Better than sitting at your desk drinking brandy until you pass out?" he clarified.
"Better than anything," Jack murmured.
Ianto chuckled. He snagged a towel from the nightstand and tidied them up a little before wrapping around Jack and tugging up the covers.
"Sleep, Jack," Ianto whispered as he ran his hand through Jack's hair. Ianto felt Jack's nod and kissed Jack's forehead as he snuggled closer. "Forget about everything for a while."
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Six
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