Fic: Vizzini's Rule (73/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 73
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Li’l language, lots’a smut
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which Ianto decides whether or not to give Jack his Christmas present...
Notes: Bad news? Real life is gonna keep me hoppin’ this weekend, so the bonus Sat/Sun chapter may not happen. Good news? This chapter is pretty long so hopefully it will tide you over until Monday. Thanks for all the wonderful comments ya’ll! :D
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Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-Three
After they’d fueled up on caffeine and pastries, Ianto directed Jack to the shops near his flat. They parked the SUV and spent some time in the village, wandering through several shops, picking up food and coffee and wine and anything else that struck their fancy. When they got back to Ianto’s flat, it was late afternoon and they were starving. Jack opened a bottle of wine while Ianto selected a crusty loaf of bread and few different cheeses and some hard sausage from their purchases and opened a jar of Branston’s. With a respectable supper assembled, they adjourned to the sofa to share it.
Ianto watched Jack take a drink from his wineglass and observed. “You never used to drink alcohol much, unless you were upset.”
Jack smiled. “You staging an intervention?” he accused with a teasing note in his voice.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto shook his head. “No. But I was just wondering if something changed?”
Jack leaned back on the couch, swirling the wine in his glass. “I wanted to stay sharp, have my wits about me all the time,” he said quietly.
“Because of Torchwood?”
“Sort of,” Jack hedged. He glanced up at Ianto. “The… man I’m waiting for isn’t… well, let’s say he isn’t predictable. I never wanted to miss my chance with him because I was passed out drunk in some pub. I’ve spent too many nights like that already.”
“This man,” Ianto said, the wine making him brave. “Is he a… a lover?” he asked.
“No,” Jack said firmly. He set his glass down on the table and then did the same with Ianto’s. He leaned back on the sofa, pulling Ianto with him. “No,” he said again. “He’s… well, he’s like a physician. I need him to answer some questions, that’s all.”
“Are you sick?” Ianto asked softly.
“Not really, it’s… it’s complicated and I can’t tell you about it right now, Ianto, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. But if you’re still waiting, then why -”
“Why do I drink now?” Jack sighed. “Part of me has given up waiting, another part of me thinks if it’s meant to be, then it’ll happen on its own. And yet another part of me is just plain tired of not living my life.” Ianto felt Jack’s arms tighten around him. “If I’d met you three years ago, Ianto Jones, I was so wrapped up in my own misery, I wouldn’t have even seen you. And the idea that I could have missed you scares the shit out of me.”
Ianto didn’t say anything for a moment and then he stood up.
“Where -”
“I have something for you.”
Ianto returned after a moment with a small white box. He sat on the edge of the sofa and turned the box over in his hands. “I wasn’t going to… I mean, I noticed that… I… here,” he said finally as he handed the box to Jack. “Happy Christmas, Jack.”
Jack looked completely stunned. He took the box and stared at it for a moment. “Yan -” he began, but Ianto cut him off.
“Sorry it isn’t wrapped. After the last few days, I wasn’t sure you’d want it so I didn’t -”
Jack reached out to cover Ianto’s clenched fist with his hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Ianto shrugged, still staring at his hands. “You haven’t even opened it yet.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Jack said quietly. He smiled up at Ianto and then opened the box. “Oh, Yan, it’s beautiful,” he said as he pulled the pocket watch out of the box.
“I noticed yours was broken, but you keep wearing it so I thought maybe you’d like one that actually works plus this one has an additional feature,” Ianto babbled.
Jack pressed the button that opened the cover and grinned. “A stopwatch! Oh, you are in trouble now, Mr. Jones.”
Ianto smiled back, happy if still a little hesitant. “You like it? I didn’t want to presume… I mean that -”
Jack tugged on Ianto’s arm, pulling him down so he could kiss him. “I love it. Thank you.”
Ianto flushed with pleasure and rested his head on Jack’s chest. Jack held him close with one arm as he held the watch up with the other, spinning it slowly around in the light.
“Hey, is it engraved?” Jack asked, peering more closely at the back of the watch.
Ianto froze but managed to say calmly, “I didn’t notice. I got it at an antique store, but the clerk didn’t point out any engraving.”
“I think it is, it’s just really worn,” Jack said. “It looks like one word, starts with a… ‘C’ maybe?”
Ianto glanced at the watch. He was really not ready to explain to Jack why he had purchased this particular watch from the selection in the shop. He swallowed and said as casually as he could, “Maybe it was someone’s name.”
“Huh, maybe. It is beautiful, Yan, thank you,” Jack said again, placing a soft kiss on Ianto’s forehead. “Although you kind of stole my thunder,” he murmured.
“I did?” Ianto asked, looking up at Jack.
“Yeah, I wanted to take you somewhere tomorrow night, as my gift. Will you come?”
“Of course. Where?”
Jack shook his head. “It’s a surprise. I thought we could have an early dinner and then go. Sound okay?”
“Sounds wonderful,” Ianto said as he moved up to kiss Jack.
Jack carefully placed his watch on the table and wrapped both arms around Ianto, deepening the kiss and rolling them so they were side by side. Ianto slid his hands into Jack’s hair and hooked his leg over Jack’s hip, pulling him closer as they kissed. After several long minutes of kisses and caresses, Ianto freed his mouth and whispered, “Still hungry?” as he nipped at Jack’s earlobe.
Jack shuddered and slid his hands to Ianto’s arse and ground their erections together. “Only for you,” he whispered back.
“Come on, then,” Ianto murmured, nudging Jack off the sofa. He stood as well and led Jack to the bedroom. He’d tidied up the room and put fresh sheets on the bed after his shower that morning so everything was in order. Jack pulled back the covers on the bed and then sat down. He crooked his finger at Ianto and smiled.
Ianto flipped off the light, plunging the room into darkness. He walked towards Jack who caught him around the waist. “Too dark,” he muttered. “I want to see you. God, I hate winter.”
Ianto chuckled. “I’ll be right back,” he said and went quickly to the kitchen where he found his stash of emergency candles and some matches. He returned to his bedroom and put one candle on the side table by the bed. He placed the other three around the room which was soon bathed in a faintly wavering glow. “Better?” he asked.
“God, Ianto… you look… c’mere,” Jack ordered in a rough voice. When Ianto was close enough, Jack seized him and kissed him fiercely.
“So you like the candles?” Ianto teased breathlessly.
“They’re perfect, like you,” Jack said as he pulled Ianto’s shirt over his head. He ghosted his hands over Ianto’s chest. “Your skin looks like it’s on fire,” he murmured as he pushed Ianto down onto the wine-red sheets. “I can see the flames in your eyes, too. It’s like you’re burning from the inside out.”
Ianto pulled Jack down on top of him. “I always feel like that when you’re near me,” he whispered.
Jack groaned and cupped Ianto’s face in his hands. “I could get lost in you, Yan. I need you so much it scares me.”
The raw emotion in Jack’s voice made Ianto dizzy. He swallowed hard and whispered, “I’m here, Jack,” and captured Jack’s mouth with his own. The kiss was hard and deep and desperate with longing. Somehow, Ianto could never remember it clearly, Jack managed to strip them both as they kissed and they were soon moving together, skin against skin again. Ianto could feel their cocks, both almost painfully hard already, trapped between their bodies. He swept his arm up under the pillow and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he had stashed there earlier. He pressed it into Jack’s hand with a moan.
“Need you,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Jack almost growled, “Need you.” He quickly slicked up his fingers and reached between Ianto’s legs. Gently, he rubbed Ianto’s opening and then slid a finger inside.
Ianto cried out softly and spread his legs wider. He felt himself relax around Jack and then felt another finger join the first. “Please,” he whimpered.
“Soon,” Jack promised. He leaned down to kiss Ianto as he added a third finger, catching his cry of pleasure with his mouth. Jack kissed him as he carefully twisted his fingers, brushing against Ianto’s prostate. Ianto clutched at Jack’s shoulders as he moaned into the kiss and thrust against Jack’s hand. He moaned again when Jack removed his fingers. While Jack was slicking up his cock, Ianto pulled his knees to his chest, opening himself completely. Jack groaned at the sight and with another whispered, “Need you,” he entered Ianto in one smooth, slow stroke.
As they both adjusted to the intrusion, Jack pulled Ianto’s legs down and wrapped them around his waist. Bracing himself on his hands above Ianto, Jack leaned down to press his lips to Ianto’s as he started to move, slowly at first but then with increasingly faster and harder thrusts. Ianto had one hand tangled in Jack’s hair, keeping his mouth fastened to Jack’s. His other hand was alternately gripping Jack’s shoulder and stroking his arm, his back or his neck, anywhere but on his own cock.
Jack broke the kiss to gasp, “ So close, Yan, let me -”
Ianto shook his head, knowing what Jack was about to say. “No, kiss me! I want to come just from your cock inside me and your mouth on mine.”
“God, Yan,” Jack groaned. He shook his hair out of his eyes and lowered his mouth to Ianto’s again. He swiveled his hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough that every stroke brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside, making Ianto gasp and moan against his lips and clench around his cock. Jack groaned again. “Can’t… Yan, I’m gonna come!”
“Yes! Come for me, Jack, let me feel you!”
Jack slammed his cock into Ianto and shouted his name as he came. His hips stuttered against Ianto as he thrust with every pulse of his release. Ianto felt his own orgasm begin the moment Jack exploded inside him. It built up until he was arching underneath Jack, pressing his body to his lover’s and crying out as his come painted their chests. Jack collapsed onto Ianto and they both lay there, just breathing hard for some time.
Jack raised his head and leaned up to kiss Ianto as he slowly withdrew from his body. He grabbed a towel from the side table without looking and cleaned them up quickly. Then he sighed and pulled Ianto to him, spooning behind him.
“Merry Christmas, Ianto,” he whispered as nuzzled Ianto’s neck.
“Merry Christmas, Jack.”
Ianto waited a few moments until he was sure that Jack was truly asleep and then added softly in Welsh, “Nadolig Llawen… cariad.”
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Four
*Nadolig Llawen = Merry Christmas
*cariad = do I really need to say? ;)