Fic: Vizzini's Rule (29/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 29
Rating: R for sexual references and a bad word
Warnings: Ummm...not really
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto remembers something a little to late...
Notes: A little fallout from the smexin'. This bit is kind of short but it's kind of a bridge to Chapter 30. Enjoy!! :o) Also, I have some out -of-town work to do this weekend/early next week, so you may not see a post for a few days. I promise I will get back in the swing the moment I'm able!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Nine
By the time Ianto let himself back into his flat, he’d been gone for more than 72 hours. Three days, he thought. And so much had changed.
He dropped onto his sofa and stretched out with his arms behind his head and a smile on his lips. He felt good. He hadn’t felt this good in… almost a year, he thought with a touch of sadness. So long…
Refusing to let memories of the past ruin his euphoria, he pulled himself up with a groan and headed for his bedroom. He stripped off his laundered camping clothes and threw them in the bin. He’d been able to put them back on for the drive home but that was all. He never wanted them to touch his skin again. Thinking of things touching his skin made him think of Jack.
He grinned and slid between the sheets naked. He ran a hand down over his chest, imagining it was Jack touching him. With a groan, he curled on his side, already missing Jack’s warm body behind him.
Leaving the Hub that evening had been hard, but Ianto knew he needed a good night’s sleep before returning to work. And he knew there was no way he’d get that in Jack’s bed. After Jack had worn him out as promised, they had slept for a while as promised. But Jack’s bed was small and while sleeping tangled up together was enjoyable, it wasn’t conducive to real rest. They woke up every few hours throughout the night, sometimes waking to have sex, sometimes just to kiss and cuddle for a while before they dozed off again. The two days they spent together in the Hub were the happiest in recent memory for both of them.
Ianto finally fell asleep, alone in his big bed, thinking of Jack.
His alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning. Ianto hit the off button and dragged himself to the shower. He felt a lot better. The smaller bruises were starting to fade to that ugly yellow which meant they were healing. He poked at the bigger bruises gently and was pleased to find they didn’t hurt as much anymore. When he was finished in the shower, he checked his back in the mirror and found it in about the same condition.
He opened up the medicine cabinet to pull out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He held the brush loosely in his mouth as he put the toothpaste back on the little shelf next to… Oh God, he thought. His hand moved to the box on the shelf. The box of condoms. Oh God! he thought again. Six, no seven times, he thought, and not once…oh God!
He brushed his teeth quickly and got dressed, trying not to think about what it meant. How could I forget? How could I not think of it? What the fuck was I thinking?
Well, that was the problem, now wasn’t it? the little voice in his head chastised, you weren’t thinking. The real question is why didn’t Jack think of it. What does that mean? What does that say about him? About you?
Ianto stormed out of his flat and into his car. As he sped to the Hub he tried not to think about it. Have to get tested, won’t that be fun? I’m not telling Owen, I’ll go to a clinic. Stupid, stupid!
He was glad to see he was the first one in as usual. He tried to get himself under control as he rode the elevator down to the Hub. Don’t fly off the handle, just ask him. Don’t get angry.
The cog door rolled back and suddenly Ianto couldn’t do it, he couldn’t confront Jack. Instead he headed for the coffee maker, the familiar routine soothing his rumpled spirit.
Jack must have smelled the coffee brewing because he was out of his office the second Ianto had the first mug filled. His face lit up with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile when he saw Ianto. As he crossed the Hub, he looked casually around to make sure they were alone.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said when he reached Ianto. He leaned in for a kiss but Ianto flinched. Narrowing his eyes, Jack asked, “What is it?”
“Nothing. I just… I… youdidn’tuseacondom,” Ianto blurted out and then covered his mouth, shocked that he’d actually said it.
Jack tensed. “Ah. I’m sorry about that, I should have talked to you about it but everything just happened so fast and it’s been so long…”
Ianto just stared at him, mortified.
“Hey, stop that,” Jack ordered, pulling Ianto’s hand from his mouth. “It’s a valid question, I’m just trying to figure out how to explain it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ianto said with no hesitation.
Jack smiled. “You really are amazing, Ianto Jones.” He looked lost in thought for a moment and then focused again. “Okay, then I need to you take my word that there is no way I can infect you with anything and there’s no way you can give me anything either.”
“How is that possible?” Ianto asked.
Jack grimaced, “It’s not something I can explain easily so I just need you to trust me for now. But since it is true,” his smile turned wicked, “why not enjoy it?”
Ianto looked at him for a long moment. It has always been his job to take care of the protection with Lisa and he still couldn’t believe it hadn’t crossed his mind to ask before they’d had sex. But he did trust Jack. He knew he wouldn’t lie to him. Before he could answer, Jack added, looking concerned, “It’s not a big deal. We’ll get some. I just didn’t have anything here and then things started happening…”
“Jack, it’s fine. I just freaked out for a moment. It’s not like I like the bloody things, it’s just… what you do,” he said, waving his hand lamely. “If you say it’s safe, then it’s safe.”
Jack grinned and leaned forward to grasp Ianto’s face between both hands. “Now can I have a kiss?”
Ianto stepped forward, pressing his body into Jack’s. A split second before their lips touched, the alarm on the cog door blared through the Hub. Ianto stepped back so quickly that he rammed his hip into the counter. Cursing softly, he busied himself with the coffee maker again as Gwen and Owen entered the Hub.
Their heated conversation stopped dead the moment they saw Jack and Ianto.
“Uh…morning!” Owen called as he gave Gwen a little shove, putting some distance between them. “Jack, stop molesting Ianto long enough for him to finish the coffee, will ya?”
Jack grinned and stepped close behind Ianto as he reached for his mug. “Can’t help myself, Owen. It’s the suits. They drive me crazy.”
“Like I’ve said before, you’re a sick man, Harkness,” Owen said as he headed for his workstation.
Ianto flushed beet red as he felt Jack give his arse a good squeeze before he walked away with his coffee. He poured himself a cup and followed at a respectable distance.
TBC in Chapter Thirty
Rating: R for sexual references and a bad word
Warnings: Ummm...not really
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto remembers something a little to late...
Notes: A little fallout from the smexin'. This bit is kind of short but it's kind of a bridge to Chapter 30. Enjoy!! :o) Also, I have some out -of-town work to do this weekend/early next week, so you may not see a post for a few days. I promise I will get back in the swing the moment I'm able!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Nine
By the time Ianto let himself back into his flat, he’d been gone for more than 72 hours. Three days, he thought. And so much had changed.
He dropped onto his sofa and stretched out with his arms behind his head and a smile on his lips. He felt good. He hadn’t felt this good in… almost a year, he thought with a touch of sadness. So long…
Refusing to let memories of the past ruin his euphoria, he pulled himself up with a groan and headed for his bedroom. He stripped off his laundered camping clothes and threw them in the bin. He’d been able to put them back on for the drive home but that was all. He never wanted them to touch his skin again. Thinking of things touching his skin made him think of Jack.
He grinned and slid between the sheets naked. He ran a hand down over his chest, imagining it was Jack touching him. With a groan, he curled on his side, already missing Jack’s warm body behind him.
Leaving the Hub that evening had been hard, but Ianto knew he needed a good night’s sleep before returning to work. And he knew there was no way he’d get that in Jack’s bed. After Jack had worn him out as promised, they had slept for a while as promised. But Jack’s bed was small and while sleeping tangled up together was enjoyable, it wasn’t conducive to real rest. They woke up every few hours throughout the night, sometimes waking to have sex, sometimes just to kiss and cuddle for a while before they dozed off again. The two days they spent together in the Hub were the happiest in recent memory for both of them.
Ianto finally fell asleep, alone in his big bed, thinking of Jack.
His alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning. Ianto hit the off button and dragged himself to the shower. He felt a lot better. The smaller bruises were starting to fade to that ugly yellow which meant they were healing. He poked at the bigger bruises gently and was pleased to find they didn’t hurt as much anymore. When he was finished in the shower, he checked his back in the mirror and found it in about the same condition.
He opened up the medicine cabinet to pull out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He held the brush loosely in his mouth as he put the toothpaste back on the little shelf next to… Oh God, he thought. His hand moved to the box on the shelf. The box of condoms. Oh God! he thought again. Six, no seven times, he thought, and not once…oh God!
He brushed his teeth quickly and got dressed, trying not to think about what it meant. How could I forget? How could I not think of it? What the fuck was I thinking?
Well, that was the problem, now wasn’t it? the little voice in his head chastised, you weren’t thinking. The real question is why didn’t Jack think of it. What does that mean? What does that say about him? About you?
Ianto stormed out of his flat and into his car. As he sped to the Hub he tried not to think about it. Have to get tested, won’t that be fun? I’m not telling Owen, I’ll go to a clinic. Stupid, stupid!
He was glad to see he was the first one in as usual. He tried to get himself under control as he rode the elevator down to the Hub. Don’t fly off the handle, just ask him. Don’t get angry.
The cog door rolled back and suddenly Ianto couldn’t do it, he couldn’t confront Jack. Instead he headed for the coffee maker, the familiar routine soothing his rumpled spirit.
Jack must have smelled the coffee brewing because he was out of his office the second Ianto had the first mug filled. His face lit up with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile when he saw Ianto. As he crossed the Hub, he looked casually around to make sure they were alone.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said when he reached Ianto. He leaned in for a kiss but Ianto flinched. Narrowing his eyes, Jack asked, “What is it?”
“Nothing. I just… I… youdidn’tuseacondom,” Ianto blurted out and then covered his mouth, shocked that he’d actually said it.
Jack tensed. “Ah. I’m sorry about that, I should have talked to you about it but everything just happened so fast and it’s been so long…”
Ianto just stared at him, mortified.
“Hey, stop that,” Jack ordered, pulling Ianto’s hand from his mouth. “It’s a valid question, I’m just trying to figure out how to explain it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ianto said with no hesitation.
Jack smiled. “You really are amazing, Ianto Jones.” He looked lost in thought for a moment and then focused again. “Okay, then I need to you take my word that there is no way I can infect you with anything and there’s no way you can give me anything either.”
“How is that possible?” Ianto asked.
Jack grimaced, “It’s not something I can explain easily so I just need you to trust me for now. But since it is true,” his smile turned wicked, “why not enjoy it?”
Ianto looked at him for a long moment. It has always been his job to take care of the protection with Lisa and he still couldn’t believe it hadn’t crossed his mind to ask before they’d had sex. But he did trust Jack. He knew he wouldn’t lie to him. Before he could answer, Jack added, looking concerned, “It’s not a big deal. We’ll get some. I just didn’t have anything here and then things started happening…”
“Jack, it’s fine. I just freaked out for a moment. It’s not like I like the bloody things, it’s just… what you do,” he said, waving his hand lamely. “If you say it’s safe, then it’s safe.”
Jack grinned and leaned forward to grasp Ianto’s face between both hands. “Now can I have a kiss?”
Ianto stepped forward, pressing his body into Jack’s. A split second before their lips touched, the alarm on the cog door blared through the Hub. Ianto stepped back so quickly that he rammed his hip into the counter. Cursing softly, he busied himself with the coffee maker again as Gwen and Owen entered the Hub.
Their heated conversation stopped dead the moment they saw Jack and Ianto.
“Uh…morning!” Owen called as he gave Gwen a little shove, putting some distance between them. “Jack, stop molesting Ianto long enough for him to finish the coffee, will ya?”
Jack grinned and stepped close behind Ianto as he reached for his mug. “Can’t help myself, Owen. It’s the suits. They drive me crazy.”
“Like I’ve said before, you’re a sick man, Harkness,” Owen said as he headed for his workstation.
Ianto flushed beet red as he felt Jack give his arse a good squeeze before he walked away with his coffee. He poured himself a cup and followed at a respectable distance.
TBC in Chapter Thirty