Fic: The Sea After a Storm (63/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 63
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexy fun times
Spoilers: Season Two thru Adam (2x05)
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 Adam. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which Ianto deals with the repercussions of Jack reading his diary…
Notes: Well, looky at that - we're already at a smutty chapter. Hope you likes! 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 and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Sixty-Three
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: The team realised that they would never discover what happened during the two missing days. Ianto realised that Jack had found his missing diary…to his great chagrin…
Ianto slammed into his flat and headed for the fridge, cracking open a bottle of beer before he'd even taken off his coat. He was still clutching his diary in one hand and he used it to whack himself upside the head a few times. He still couldn't believe that Jack had read some of his innermost thoughts about their sex life. He gulped down the beer, willing his cheeks to stop burning. The words he'd written about that night seemed to dance before his eyes …unbelievable experience…Jack's amazing tenderness…never felt so safe, so loved…
"Loved," Ianto groaned out loud, taking another swig from the bottle. He smacked himself with the diary again. I sound like a treacly romance novel… or… or cheesy fanfiction or something. And I was just giving Jamie shit about being gooey…God!
He finished the beer and grabbed another one, taking it with him to his room. He stripped off his clothes and bundled them into the laundry before snagging the beer again and heading for the shower. He set it as hot as he could stand and drank the cold beer as he stood under the steamy water, hoping it would wash away his embarrassment as well as the sweat and grime. He was just tying his dressing gown over a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms when he heard a knock.
He opened the front door to find Jack standing there. Before he had a chance to get embarrassed all over again, or even speak, Jack pushed into the flat and wrapped his arms around Ianto in a tight hug.
"Jack, wha-?"
Jack stopped Ianto's question with a kiss, turning slightly to shove Ianto into the wall and press closer. Ianto vaguely heard his front door slam closed as Jack continued kissing him as if his life depended on it. When he finally broke the kiss for some much needed oxygen, Ianto tried again.
"Jack -"
But Jack just shook his head and took Ianto's mouth with a single-mindedness that took Ianto's breath away all over again. After a few minutes, Jack eased back, loosening his arms from around Ianto but he didn't let go, moving instead to touch Ianto's face, his neck, his hair. The kisses didn't stop either - they just softened slightly, turning into deep, lingering caresses. When Ianto could finally move, he slipped his arms around Jack but Jack shook his head again and slid his hands down to capture Ianto's wrists. He drew them up slowly, eventually pinning Ianto's arms to the wall above his head.
The next time Ianto's mouth was free, he asked, "Not that I don't enjoy a good mauling, but what's going on, Jack?"
"Need to see you, need to know you're okay," Jack whispered against Ianto's lips.
"I'm okay," Ianto said soothingly, kissing Jack gently. He pried his hands loose from Jack's iron grip and wrapped his arms around his lover, murmuring nonsense between soft kisses.
There was a hitch in Jack's breath that almost broke Ianto's heart.
Before he could ask again, Jack buried his head in the crook of Ianto's neck and let out a great sigh. "I found a note," he mumbled.
"A note? From whom?"
"From me."
Ianto wrinkled his forehead. "You lost me, Jack."
Jack sighed again. He raised his head and looked Ianto in the eye. "I wrote myself a note, sometime during the time we can't remember. I found it after you left. It said… it basically said not to mess with the Retcon. That it would be bad… very bad, especially for you if we pushed at it." Jack gave Ianto a rueful half-smile. "I guess it freaked me out a little."
Ianto's eyes searched Jack's as he tried to read his enigmatic lover, tried to discern what he needed in that moment. He licked his lips nervously and took a shot, hoping he'd read Jack correctly. "A little?" he teased.
Jack's half-smile bloomed into a full-on-Harkness-grin. "Ok, a lot."
Ianto returned the grin with relief and nudged at Jack until he could peel himself off the wall. He grabbed Jack's hand and tugged him towards the bedroom. "C'mon," he insisted when Jack looked confused. "You wanted to see that I'm okay, right?"
"Riiight," Jack drawled suspiciously as he followed his lover.
"So come see," Ianto replied. He untied his dressing gown and let it slip slowly down his shoulders to the floor, leaving him only clad in thin pyjama bottoms. "All in one piece, see?"
Jack leant against the door frame and just watched Ianto for a quiet moment. "Looks good from here," he said. He returned Ianto's gesture by letting his greatcoat fall from his shoulders and onto the floor. When he walked slowly to where Ianto was standing, there was a definite prowl in his step. Ianto shivered, feeling very much like prey.
"Chilly?" Jack asked in a low voice.
"Not exactly."
"Hmm…" Jack circled Ianto, not touching him with anything but a heavy gaze. "You know, it occurs to me that you could still have some horrible leg trauma that you're hiding from me."
Ianto choked back a laugh, turning into a cough, not wanting to ruin the game. "I suppose I could. Don't suppose you'd take my word that I'm fine, though, would you?"
Jack shook his head slowly. "'Fraid not. I'm gonna need proof." He stepped up behind Ianto, resting his hands on Ianto's shoulders. He slid his hands down over Ianto's chest, pulling Ianto back against him as his hands travelled south to the drawstring holding Ianto's pyjama's up. He kissed the soft skin behind Ianto's ear and trailed a line of kisses down Ianto's neck, his lips mimicking the pace of his hands. When he reached the knot at Ianto's waist, he bit Ianto's shoulder while he untied the string.
Ianto gasped at the light pressure of Jack's teeth. "Everything… everything seems to be… working fine," he said over several deep breaths.
Jack's fingers triumphed over the knot and he pushed the soft flannel down over Ianto's hips. His hands followed the path of the fabric down and then back up again, stroking over the strong muscles in Ianto's thighs and back up over his groin, the glancing touches to his cock making Ianto groan. Jack's hands continued their upward motion until one hand was resting over Ianto's heart and the other was wrapped gently around his throat.
Jack claimed his mouth then, forcing Ianto to arch into his touch to maintain the kiss. When Jack growled a few dizzying minutes later, Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack staring, not at him, but straight ahead. Curious at what had nabbed Jack's attention at this rather intimate moment, Ianto broke the kiss to follow his gaze and his breath caught.
"Jesus, Jack," Ianto breathed, his cheeks flushing.
"I can't take my eyes off you," Jack panted. He bit Ianto's shoulder again, sucking up a dark mark while he kept staring at Ianto's reflection.
Ianto had neglected to close his closet door when he changed out of his clothes before he showered and now he and Jack were reflected in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door. Ianto felt the flush on his face begin to spread down his chest as he watched his naked body framed by Jack's slightly larger and still fully clothed form.
"I…" Ianto let his voice trail off. He really had no idea what he'd been about to say. He dropped his hands to his sides, reaching back to clutch at Jack's hips.
"You're gorgeous," Jack said dreamily. He moved his right hand from Ianto's chest, slowly petting his way down to Ianto's cock. He gripped it and gave it a few hard strokes, making Ianto cry out and close his eyes.
"You don't want to watch?" Jack asked in a dark voice. "You don't want to see what I see whenever I close my eyes and think about you?"
"I…" Ianto started again, but Jack's hand tightened around his cock and it was all he could do to shake his head and hang on, fisting his hands into the fabric of Jack's trousers to keep from falling.
"This is what I'm thinking about when you catch me watching you at the Hub," Jack whispered in that same rough tone.
Ianto bit his lip against a whimper.
Jack moaned and kissed him again, the hand still at his throat sliding up and tilting his head so Jack could plunder his mouth. Ianto felt as though he might fly apart if it weren't for Jack's touch holding him together. He tightened his fists, using his grip on Jack's trousers to pull him closer, the movement of his hips as he rode Jack's hand rubbing his arse against Jack's cock, the foreign feel of the fabric between them yet another layer of sensation.
Jack broke the kiss with a gasp and a curse. He ground against Ianto's arse, almost knocking them both off balance. "God, what you do to me, Ianto." He swept his thumb across the head of Ianto's cock, smoothing the liquid he found there over the shaft and then adding a twist to his strokes that he knew drove Ianto mad.
"Jack!" Ianto cried as his orgasm crashed down on him with little warning. He buried his face against the side of Jack's neck as he thrust into Jack's hand, his hips meeting the rhythm of Jack's strokes. He could hear Jack's voice still whispering in his ear, but he couldn't focus enough to make out individual words for a few blissful moments. When he finally opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was the heat in Jack's gaze, still staring at the two of them reflected in the mirror.
For a moment it felt like the entire world stopped spinning. Ianto held his breath, holding back the words that he wanted to say, knowing it would break the spell. He didn't know how long they stood there, wrapped around each other, caught in each other's eyes. A shiver rippled through Ianto's body, spurring Jack to action and ending the moment. Jack spun Ianto around and hugged him close again, kissing him softly as he moved them back towards the bed.
Jack tugged the covers down and shoved Ianto unceremoniously onto the bed.
"Such romance," Ianto mock-grumbled as he pulled up the duvet. "You better get your arse in here, too."
"Oh, no worries on that front," Jack replied with a grin as he stripped off his clothes in record time. He crawled into bed at the bottom of the mattress, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Ianto who lifted the duvet to look at his lover.
"What?" Jack asked innocently, nipping at Ianto's big toe. "This part of the inspection goes from the toes up."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "You're gonna be toes up if you don't get up here."
Jack nipped at another toe and the placed a soft kiss on Ianto's ankle. "All in good time," he murmured. "All in good time."
TBC… This entry was originally posted at http://buttononthetop.dreamwidth.org/107222.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexy fun times
Spoilers: Season Two thru Adam (2x05)
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 Adam. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which Ianto deals with the repercussions of Jack reading his diary…
Notes: Well, looky at that - we're already at a smutty chapter. Hope you likes! 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 and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Sixty-Three
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: The team realised that they would never discover what happened during the two missing days. Ianto realised that Jack had found his missing diary…to his great chagrin…
Ianto slammed into his flat and headed for the fridge, cracking open a bottle of beer before he'd even taken off his coat. He was still clutching his diary in one hand and he used it to whack himself upside the head a few times. He still couldn't believe that Jack had read some of his innermost thoughts about their sex life. He gulped down the beer, willing his cheeks to stop burning. The words he'd written about that night seemed to dance before his eyes …unbelievable experience…Jack's amazing tenderness…never felt so safe, so loved…
"Loved," Ianto groaned out loud, taking another swig from the bottle. He smacked himself with the diary again. I sound like a treacly romance novel… or… or cheesy fanfiction or something. And I was just giving Jamie shit about being gooey…God!
He finished the beer and grabbed another one, taking it with him to his room. He stripped off his clothes and bundled them into the laundry before snagging the beer again and heading for the shower. He set it as hot as he could stand and drank the cold beer as he stood under the steamy water, hoping it would wash away his embarrassment as well as the sweat and grime. He was just tying his dressing gown over a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms when he heard a knock.
He opened the front door to find Jack standing there. Before he had a chance to get embarrassed all over again, or even speak, Jack pushed into the flat and wrapped his arms around Ianto in a tight hug.
"Jack, wha-?"
Jack stopped Ianto's question with a kiss, turning slightly to shove Ianto into the wall and press closer. Ianto vaguely heard his front door slam closed as Jack continued kissing him as if his life depended on it. When he finally broke the kiss for some much needed oxygen, Ianto tried again.
"Jack -"
But Jack just shook his head and took Ianto's mouth with a single-mindedness that took Ianto's breath away all over again. After a few minutes, Jack eased back, loosening his arms from around Ianto but he didn't let go, moving instead to touch Ianto's face, his neck, his hair. The kisses didn't stop either - they just softened slightly, turning into deep, lingering caresses. When Ianto could finally move, he slipped his arms around Jack but Jack shook his head again and slid his hands down to capture Ianto's wrists. He drew them up slowly, eventually pinning Ianto's arms to the wall above his head.
The next time Ianto's mouth was free, he asked, "Not that I don't enjoy a good mauling, but what's going on, Jack?"
"Need to see you, need to know you're okay," Jack whispered against Ianto's lips.
"I'm okay," Ianto said soothingly, kissing Jack gently. He pried his hands loose from Jack's iron grip and wrapped his arms around his lover, murmuring nonsense between soft kisses.
There was a hitch in Jack's breath that almost broke Ianto's heart.
Before he could ask again, Jack buried his head in the crook of Ianto's neck and let out a great sigh. "I found a note," he mumbled.
"A note? From whom?"
"From me."
Ianto wrinkled his forehead. "You lost me, Jack."
Jack sighed again. He raised his head and looked Ianto in the eye. "I wrote myself a note, sometime during the time we can't remember. I found it after you left. It said… it basically said not to mess with the Retcon. That it would be bad… very bad, especially for you if we pushed at it." Jack gave Ianto a rueful half-smile. "I guess it freaked me out a little."
Ianto's eyes searched Jack's as he tried to read his enigmatic lover, tried to discern what he needed in that moment. He licked his lips nervously and took a shot, hoping he'd read Jack correctly. "A little?" he teased.
Jack's half-smile bloomed into a full-on-Harkness-grin. "Ok, a lot."
Ianto returned the grin with relief and nudged at Jack until he could peel himself off the wall. He grabbed Jack's hand and tugged him towards the bedroom. "C'mon," he insisted when Jack looked confused. "You wanted to see that I'm okay, right?"
"Riiight," Jack drawled suspiciously as he followed his lover.
"So come see," Ianto replied. He untied his dressing gown and let it slip slowly down his shoulders to the floor, leaving him only clad in thin pyjama bottoms. "All in one piece, see?"
Jack leant against the door frame and just watched Ianto for a quiet moment. "Looks good from here," he said. He returned Ianto's gesture by letting his greatcoat fall from his shoulders and onto the floor. When he walked slowly to where Ianto was standing, there was a definite prowl in his step. Ianto shivered, feeling very much like prey.
"Chilly?" Jack asked in a low voice.
"Not exactly."
"Hmm…" Jack circled Ianto, not touching him with anything but a heavy gaze. "You know, it occurs to me that you could still have some horrible leg trauma that you're hiding from me."
Ianto choked back a laugh, turning into a cough, not wanting to ruin the game. "I suppose I could. Don't suppose you'd take my word that I'm fine, though, would you?"
Jack shook his head slowly. "'Fraid not. I'm gonna need proof." He stepped up behind Ianto, resting his hands on Ianto's shoulders. He slid his hands down over Ianto's chest, pulling Ianto back against him as his hands travelled south to the drawstring holding Ianto's pyjama's up. He kissed the soft skin behind Ianto's ear and trailed a line of kisses down Ianto's neck, his lips mimicking the pace of his hands. When he reached the knot at Ianto's waist, he bit Ianto's shoulder while he untied the string.
Ianto gasped at the light pressure of Jack's teeth. "Everything… everything seems to be… working fine," he said over several deep breaths.
Jack's fingers triumphed over the knot and he pushed the soft flannel down over Ianto's hips. His hands followed the path of the fabric down and then back up again, stroking over the strong muscles in Ianto's thighs and back up over his groin, the glancing touches to his cock making Ianto groan. Jack's hands continued their upward motion until one hand was resting over Ianto's heart and the other was wrapped gently around his throat.
Jack claimed his mouth then, forcing Ianto to arch into his touch to maintain the kiss. When Jack growled a few dizzying minutes later, Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack staring, not at him, but straight ahead. Curious at what had nabbed Jack's attention at this rather intimate moment, Ianto broke the kiss to follow his gaze and his breath caught.
"Jesus, Jack," Ianto breathed, his cheeks flushing.
"I can't take my eyes off you," Jack panted. He bit Ianto's shoulder again, sucking up a dark mark while he kept staring at Ianto's reflection.
Ianto had neglected to close his closet door when he changed out of his clothes before he showered and now he and Jack were reflected in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door. Ianto felt the flush on his face begin to spread down his chest as he watched his naked body framed by Jack's slightly larger and still fully clothed form.
"I…" Ianto let his voice trail off. He really had no idea what he'd been about to say. He dropped his hands to his sides, reaching back to clutch at Jack's hips.
"You're gorgeous," Jack said dreamily. He moved his right hand from Ianto's chest, slowly petting his way down to Ianto's cock. He gripped it and gave it a few hard strokes, making Ianto cry out and close his eyes.
"You don't want to watch?" Jack asked in a dark voice. "You don't want to see what I see whenever I close my eyes and think about you?"
"I…" Ianto started again, but Jack's hand tightened around his cock and it was all he could do to shake his head and hang on, fisting his hands into the fabric of Jack's trousers to keep from falling.
"This is what I'm thinking about when you catch me watching you at the Hub," Jack whispered in that same rough tone.
Ianto bit his lip against a whimper.
Jack moaned and kissed him again, the hand still at his throat sliding up and tilting his head so Jack could plunder his mouth. Ianto felt as though he might fly apart if it weren't for Jack's touch holding him together. He tightened his fists, using his grip on Jack's trousers to pull him closer, the movement of his hips as he rode Jack's hand rubbing his arse against Jack's cock, the foreign feel of the fabric between them yet another layer of sensation.
Jack broke the kiss with a gasp and a curse. He ground against Ianto's arse, almost knocking them both off balance. "God, what you do to me, Ianto." He swept his thumb across the head of Ianto's cock, smoothing the liquid he found there over the shaft and then adding a twist to his strokes that he knew drove Ianto mad.
"Jack!" Ianto cried as his orgasm crashed down on him with little warning. He buried his face against the side of Jack's neck as he thrust into Jack's hand, his hips meeting the rhythm of Jack's strokes. He could hear Jack's voice still whispering in his ear, but he couldn't focus enough to make out individual words for a few blissful moments. When he finally opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was the heat in Jack's gaze, still staring at the two of them reflected in the mirror.
For a moment it felt like the entire world stopped spinning. Ianto held his breath, holding back the words that he wanted to say, knowing it would break the spell. He didn't know how long they stood there, wrapped around each other, caught in each other's eyes. A shiver rippled through Ianto's body, spurring Jack to action and ending the moment. Jack spun Ianto around and hugged him close again, kissing him softly as he moved them back towards the bed.
Jack tugged the covers down and shoved Ianto unceremoniously onto the bed.
"Such romance," Ianto mock-grumbled as he pulled up the duvet. "You better get your arse in here, too."
"Oh, no worries on that front," Jack replied with a grin as he stripped off his clothes in record time. He crawled into bed at the bottom of the mattress, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Ianto who lifted the duvet to look at his lover.
"What?" Jack asked innocently, nipping at Ianto's big toe. "This part of the inspection goes from the toes up."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "You're gonna be toes up if you don't get up here."
Jack nipped at another toe and the placed a soft kiss on Ianto's ankle. "All in good time," he murmured. "All in good time."
TBC… This entry was originally posted at http://buttononthetop.dreamwidth.org/107222.html. Please comment there using OpenID.