Fic: Comfort Pt: 2/? - Ianto/Jack - NC17 - Torchwood
Title: Comfort
Part: 2/?
Author: Celebrian.
Web page: http://www.livejournal.com/users/celebrian_lotr/
Pairing: Ianto/ Jack
Rating: R/ NC17
Summary: What happens after sleeping with the boss.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Angst - Spoilers for Small Worlds if you didn´t see it-
Author’s notes: WIP. And for the record, I suck at summaries, sorry about that.
Feedback: Is addictive and encouraging ;-)
Thanks to Beta xibalba who is a saint and reads stories about a fandom she’s only heard me rambling about and just4bri Any remaining mistakes, all my fault.
Ianto woke up before the alarm went off, much to his surprise he noticed Jack was still holding him tight, his chest pressing against his back flatly, so close, so warm…
Swallowing tightly Ianto looked at the wall for several minutes until he decided it was time to stop this, he had no idea what had led him to act this way in the first place. Well he knew, he had being lonely and desperate for affection but this, this wasn’t him.
Making up his mind he slid from under Jack’s arms as carefully as he could manage, all the while keeping an eye on Jack to make sure that he didn’t wake and started picking up the discarded items of clothes that had ended up all around the small room during the night.
Once he had managed to put on his pants, shoes and socks he threw the shirt over his body as fast as he could before the vest and the jacket followed, then he looked at the ladder.
It was looking as if it were challenging him, because they were right next to the bed and Ianto wasn’t sure he would actually manage to leave with out waking Jack.
Closing his eyes tight he made up his mind and climbed the ladder as quickly and silently as he could manage, before looking down through the hole in the floor of Jack´s office. Jack had shifted in his place a little, but he still seemed to be sound asleep something that was quite odd if he thought about it. Men that went to war were usually aware of everything, especially during their sleep.
Frowning a little to himself, realizing he was over-analysing the situation, he moved away from the hole in the floor and finished buttoning up his shirt. He didn’t bother with his vest nor his jacket, he just threw on his coat and headed upstairs to get his car keys.
He needed a shower and a change of clothes, he had about an hour and half to do that, more than enough time for him.
Making it to his apartment he looked around the place and sighed deeply, Lisa’s things were still around he hadn’t even had time to pack, nor knew if he wanted to. That would imply letting go and that was something he was still debating with himself, whether he was ready or not.
Shrugging his coat off he placed it on the hanger before losing the jacket, and the shirt which ended on a chair because it needed to be washed, and walked straight to the bathroom. Opening the taps he waited for the water to turn warm, whilst getting rid of the rest of his clothes.
Entering the shower he closed his eyes against the spray that soaked his hair, his hands rubbed his face before they tangled in the rather short hair to push it off his brow, and exhaled loudly.
What had he done?
Allowing the hot water to soothe the bruises that lingered from the day he had ´fought´ with Lisa, he reached for the shampoo and started with his hair, forming enough foam for him to rub his fingers energetically though it before washing it away.
He couldn’t help thinking of Jack too, how he would look whilst grabbing a shower, and the thought made him realize he was actually reacting to the mental image.
If he thought he had being confused before, then now, now he was as confused as he could get.
Ignoring his increasing need, he showered quickly whilst trying to push the mental images away. He got out from the shower, and wrapping a nicely fitting bathrobe over his form, he headed to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed whilst gazing out of the window over the bay.
The light was covering the water slowly, making everything look as if it were twinkling, the waves finding the light making the mass of water glitter every single time. So constant, so enthralling and soothing.
He watched the show with endless interest before his alarm went off, causing him to snap back to reality.
By now Jack was probably awake, for Ianto had asked him to set the alarm earlier than this so he would have time to come home and do the things he was doing now. He couldn’t help but wonder what Jack’s reaction would have been to finding him gone and nowhere to be found within the hub.
Would he have even looked? Or just assumed he was gone? Probably the latter, just assuming, thinking it for the best to avoid any sort of awkward morning talk.
It had definitely been for the best.
Getting up from where he was sitting Ianto walked to the closet where there was an endless line of suits perfectly hung there along with his shirts. Though he did notice something he had never noticed before, he had a remarkable number of shirts that were either pink or derivates of pink… Was that supposed to mean something?
As he didn’t want to think about that, he chose a white one this time, along with a dark grey suit and a matching tie, with tonalities that went from dark grey to white. He followed his usual morning routine with comfortable ease until he was actually ready to go back to work.
Making it on time he was actually relieved to notice Tosh was there already, working on her station, or more like getting ready to start the day. Jack casually looked his way from the office, before going back to his reading.
So far so good, pretending nothing’s happened. Ianto was more than alright with that, because it had clearly being a mistake, a one night thing that would never happen again.
Heading to his coffee station, whilst completely unaware Jack was keeping a discrete eye on him, he started brewing his special blend as he heard Owen and Gwen arriving too.
He noticed Jack calling Gwen in to his office, and couldn’t help but glancing down for a couple seconds. Gwen soon scampered to answer Jack’s call, and in no time they were both heading off somewhere, as Jack informed them to call if something happened.
* * * * *
After several hours work, Gwen and Jack were back. Ianto had seen them entering through the main door as he’d opened the door that led to the hub for them, he heard Jack asking for him to follow too, something Ianto did with out hesitation.
He was asked to prepare tea and take it to the meeting room, so that was what he did. Soon he was serving tea as usual whilst watching some photos Toshiko was explaining something about on the plasma screen. “I blame it on magic mushrooms.” He said whilst watching to the photos with considering eyes, before Jack made a joke about him keeping the things he did private.
The comment wasn’t directed at the things they’d done the previous night, but somehow it made Ianto snap from his reverie to the realisation that he was standing incredibly close to Jack. So he started handing the tea mugs around whilst they kept on with the discussion. Gwen was pointing out the photos were fakes, Owen scoffing at her, and Jack was looking as pensive as he ever did when something important came up.
He heard them argue and come up with the soon to be followed plan; Tosh was going to set up a weather pattern program to keep an eye on the unnatural weather changes, and Jack, Gwen and Owen were going to go to Roundstone Wood.
Now that that was sorted Ianto was left to pick everything up and continue with his chores for the day.
He busied himself with the usual things; filing, going through the archives, before putting the latest things that they’d found coming out of the riff, into storage.
Heading upstairs after several hours, he dusted down his suit from any possible remains, then prepared some coffee for Tosh, who was still working at her work station. After that Ianto headed upstairs, as the lunch order that he had placed was due to be delivered.
Soon, night time came and Ianto had began putting things in order before he headed home, when he noticed Gwen leaving Jack’s office.
“Night Gwen,” he said, when she wished him a good night, and looking up he noticed Jack looking his way.
Jack’s eyes were intense, lost in memories somehow, and Ianto couldn’t stop looking into them, he felt relieved when Jack broke eye contact.
Breathing in softly he bit his lower lip while he sorted some papers that were on the coffee table into order, before putting them back in the pile with files regarding the current case.
Once that was done, Ianto headed to Jack’s office, to find him sitting there, lost in thoughts.
“I am sorry about Estelle, Jack, and Jasmine,” he said quietly, whilst stuffing both hands in the pockets of his pants, not sure whether he should be there or not.
No one was really talking to Jack right this moment, they were all pissed off because of what he had allowed to happen regarding Jasmine, but Ianto thought he understood. He did what he had to do, for a greater good.
He had to focus on the bigger picture.
“You left this morning,” Jack said, as if coming back to reality, focusing his eyes on Ianto.
“Yes I did,” Ianto said, he actually felt taken by surprise, he really didn’t see that coming. From what he’d heard, Jack and Estelle had been friends, and Estelle had just died, what sort of priority did this morning or the previous nights events have now? “I thought it would be for the best,” he added, trying not to swallow hard whilst saying that, as he attempted to continue looking at Jack, who was giving him a rather piercing look.
“Was it?” Jack asked, serving himself another drink before offering one to Ianto, who just shock his head once, something that caused Jack to leave the bottle to the side, before having a sip of his drink.
Ianto tore his eyes away and looked at his shoes, his perfectly polished shoes, whilst trying to think what to say.
“It’s not that complicated, this is the part where you say, something along the lines of ´It was a one time thing´,” he said, whilst piercing Ianto´s eyes again, with his very own blue ones, for now the younger man had glanced up.
“And what would you say?” Ianto asked, whilst locking eyes with the Captain.
“That it was predictable and that I do respect it.” Jack said before standing up from behind his desk, glass on his hand as he walked to stand before the other. “It is actually quite normal for someone who is still mourning” He pointed out.
“Are you mourning Jack?” Ianto asked, able to sense there was so much more; than what they knew about him, he could read it in Jack’s eyes.
He felt he somehow knew him as much as to be able to tell he was having a rough day, and he had no idea why.
He just knew it, he saw it in those big blue eyes that spoke of years and events one would never imagine unless you took the time and effort to actually observe and look beyond the usual, possible mischievous, twinkle in them.
“Would you care?”
“Yes,” Ianto said simply and without hesitation. “you know I would.” He added standing very still in his place, their eyes still locked with an intense gaze. Such intensity; neither of them could actually hear nor register anything that was happening around them, not even the well known noises of the machinery of the hub itself.
Noticing Jack just looking at him, as if he were trying to decide whether Ianto would truly care or not; caused for Ianto to reach his hand up to cup the other’s face in his palm until he was closing the distance between their lips for a tender, if not chaste kiss.
Jack seemed to melt a little to the kiss. Ianto could feel it in his whole demeanour and, moving closer, he wrapped an arm around Jack’s body to hold him close and steady, safely within his arms, until Jack reacted.
The Captain kissed him back whilst leaving the glass he was holding on a near by desk, before his arm wrapped around Ianto´s back, his hand cupping Ianto´s neck, holding him steady, kissing him deeply, leaving him breathless, even more breathless than the previous time.
Moving forward, Ianto pressed Jack against the door jam and rested a hand on the wall. Jack’s hands were already working on getting Ianto´s shirt out of his pants, and a small moan escaped Ianto´s lips when feeling those slightly calloused hands stroking the skin of his lower back.
This was the time when he should react, say it out loud, ´it was a one time thing, a mistake´ yet he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing and touching back.
His lips parted for Jack’s tongue to slide within his mouth until they were tangled in a passionate kiss, and his body pressed flatly to Jack’s as that wicked hand moved up and down his back to cup his buttocks through the fabric of his pants.
“Jack,” Ianto whispered, not sure as to what to do; Jack was troubled because of what happened, because of everything that had happened during that day. Ianto didn’t want to be the cause of any further confusion, nor to feel himself as if he were taking advantage of Jack’s current vulnerability.
Jack might be many things, but Ianto knew everyone, ´everyone´ had some things that made them feel vulnerable, it was starting to become a little clearer regarding Jack, as to what those things were, Estelle had being one.
“Stay.” was the only word Jack uttered, with a slightly broken yet husky tone of voice, and Ianto found himself nodding once, before he kissed Jack one more time.
Not quite sure how, Ianto found himself back in the Captain’s room, clothes being removed, naked bodies pressing against each other’s, passionate kisses shared…
It felt as if they were going through last night’s events in a very vivid way, with much more confidence than the previous night as well.
Ianto moved gently as he spooned Jack, his cock buried deep within the other’s body. His arm wrapped around Jack’s chest as his hand pressed against his heart, his lips brushing against his neck.
No words spoken, just sounds, small sounds of pleasure escaping their lips, the muffled sounds of the machinery coming from upstairs as Ianto kept on moving against Jack’s responding body. His cock sliding in, and almost all the way out, with a steady though gentle pace.
His hand moved to Jack’s groin until it was stroking him in a confident way.
Ianto brushed his lips against the nape of Jack’s neck, feeling the dark hair tickling his face. His eyes closed with pleasure, feeling Jack arching against him whilst clenching pleadingly around him. A slightly louder moan escaped Ianto´s mouth and he thrusted harder and deeper until feeling Jack’s body tensing against his own as he started to come, trigger enough for Ianto to follow.
They didn’t move, Jack managed to reach something beside of the bed and cleaned Ianto´s hand with it, it was one of those wipe towels Owen used. Ianto made a mental note ´not´ to think of Owen at that moment, instead he focused on Jack.
He watched Jack as he silently cleaned every finger, before discarding the towel to the side and placing Ianto´s hand to his heart.
There were no words needed right now, Jack needed something and Ianto was not going to deny him.
Jack needed him, and Ianto wasn’t going to let him down.
TBC…
Part 1
Part: 2/?
Author: Celebrian.
Web page: http://www.livejournal.com/users/celebrian_lotr/
Pairing: Ianto/ Jack
Rating: R/ NC17
Summary: What happens after sleeping with the boss.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Angst - Spoilers for Small Worlds if you didn´t see it-
Author’s notes: WIP. And for the record, I suck at summaries, sorry about that.
Feedback: Is addictive and encouraging ;-)
Thanks to Beta xibalba who is a saint and reads stories about a fandom she’s only heard me rambling about and just4bri Any remaining mistakes, all my fault.
Ianto woke up before the alarm went off, much to his surprise he noticed Jack was still holding him tight, his chest pressing against his back flatly, so close, so warm…
Swallowing tightly Ianto looked at the wall for several minutes until he decided it was time to stop this, he had no idea what had led him to act this way in the first place. Well he knew, he had being lonely and desperate for affection but this, this wasn’t him.
Making up his mind he slid from under Jack’s arms as carefully as he could manage, all the while keeping an eye on Jack to make sure that he didn’t wake and started picking up the discarded items of clothes that had ended up all around the small room during the night.
Once he had managed to put on his pants, shoes and socks he threw the shirt over his body as fast as he could before the vest and the jacket followed, then he looked at the ladder.
It was looking as if it were challenging him, because they were right next to the bed and Ianto wasn’t sure he would actually manage to leave with out waking Jack.
Closing his eyes tight he made up his mind and climbed the ladder as quickly and silently as he could manage, before looking down through the hole in the floor of Jack´s office. Jack had shifted in his place a little, but he still seemed to be sound asleep something that was quite odd if he thought about it. Men that went to war were usually aware of everything, especially during their sleep.
Frowning a little to himself, realizing he was over-analysing the situation, he moved away from the hole in the floor and finished buttoning up his shirt. He didn’t bother with his vest nor his jacket, he just threw on his coat and headed upstairs to get his car keys.
He needed a shower and a change of clothes, he had about an hour and half to do that, more than enough time for him.
Making it to his apartment he looked around the place and sighed deeply, Lisa’s things were still around he hadn’t even had time to pack, nor knew if he wanted to. That would imply letting go and that was something he was still debating with himself, whether he was ready or not.
Shrugging his coat off he placed it on the hanger before losing the jacket, and the shirt which ended on a chair because it needed to be washed, and walked straight to the bathroom. Opening the taps he waited for the water to turn warm, whilst getting rid of the rest of his clothes.
Entering the shower he closed his eyes against the spray that soaked his hair, his hands rubbed his face before they tangled in the rather short hair to push it off his brow, and exhaled loudly.
What had he done?
Allowing the hot water to soothe the bruises that lingered from the day he had ´fought´ with Lisa, he reached for the shampoo and started with his hair, forming enough foam for him to rub his fingers energetically though it before washing it away.
He couldn’t help thinking of Jack too, how he would look whilst grabbing a shower, and the thought made him realize he was actually reacting to the mental image.
If he thought he had being confused before, then now, now he was as confused as he could get.
Ignoring his increasing need, he showered quickly whilst trying to push the mental images away. He got out from the shower, and wrapping a nicely fitting bathrobe over his form, he headed to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed whilst gazing out of the window over the bay.
The light was covering the water slowly, making everything look as if it were twinkling, the waves finding the light making the mass of water glitter every single time. So constant, so enthralling and soothing.
He watched the show with endless interest before his alarm went off, causing him to snap back to reality.
By now Jack was probably awake, for Ianto had asked him to set the alarm earlier than this so he would have time to come home and do the things he was doing now. He couldn’t help but wonder what Jack’s reaction would have been to finding him gone and nowhere to be found within the hub.
Would he have even looked? Or just assumed he was gone? Probably the latter, just assuming, thinking it for the best to avoid any sort of awkward morning talk.
It had definitely been for the best.
Getting up from where he was sitting Ianto walked to the closet where there was an endless line of suits perfectly hung there along with his shirts. Though he did notice something he had never noticed before, he had a remarkable number of shirts that were either pink or derivates of pink… Was that supposed to mean something?
As he didn’t want to think about that, he chose a white one this time, along with a dark grey suit and a matching tie, with tonalities that went from dark grey to white. He followed his usual morning routine with comfortable ease until he was actually ready to go back to work.
Making it on time he was actually relieved to notice Tosh was there already, working on her station, or more like getting ready to start the day. Jack casually looked his way from the office, before going back to his reading.
So far so good, pretending nothing’s happened. Ianto was more than alright with that, because it had clearly being a mistake, a one night thing that would never happen again.
Heading to his coffee station, whilst completely unaware Jack was keeping a discrete eye on him, he started brewing his special blend as he heard Owen and Gwen arriving too.
He noticed Jack calling Gwen in to his office, and couldn’t help but glancing down for a couple seconds. Gwen soon scampered to answer Jack’s call, and in no time they were both heading off somewhere, as Jack informed them to call if something happened.
* * * * *
After several hours work, Gwen and Jack were back. Ianto had seen them entering through the main door as he’d opened the door that led to the hub for them, he heard Jack asking for him to follow too, something Ianto did with out hesitation.
He was asked to prepare tea and take it to the meeting room, so that was what he did. Soon he was serving tea as usual whilst watching some photos Toshiko was explaining something about on the plasma screen. “I blame it on magic mushrooms.” He said whilst watching to the photos with considering eyes, before Jack made a joke about him keeping the things he did private.
The comment wasn’t directed at the things they’d done the previous night, but somehow it made Ianto snap from his reverie to the realisation that he was standing incredibly close to Jack. So he started handing the tea mugs around whilst they kept on with the discussion. Gwen was pointing out the photos were fakes, Owen scoffing at her, and Jack was looking as pensive as he ever did when something important came up.
He heard them argue and come up with the soon to be followed plan; Tosh was going to set up a weather pattern program to keep an eye on the unnatural weather changes, and Jack, Gwen and Owen were going to go to Roundstone Wood.
Now that that was sorted Ianto was left to pick everything up and continue with his chores for the day.
He busied himself with the usual things; filing, going through the archives, before putting the latest things that they’d found coming out of the riff, into storage.
Heading upstairs after several hours, he dusted down his suit from any possible remains, then prepared some coffee for Tosh, who was still working at her work station. After that Ianto headed upstairs, as the lunch order that he had placed was due to be delivered.
Soon, night time came and Ianto had began putting things in order before he headed home, when he noticed Gwen leaving Jack’s office.
“Night Gwen,” he said, when she wished him a good night, and looking up he noticed Jack looking his way.
Jack’s eyes were intense, lost in memories somehow, and Ianto couldn’t stop looking into them, he felt relieved when Jack broke eye contact.
Breathing in softly he bit his lower lip while he sorted some papers that were on the coffee table into order, before putting them back in the pile with files regarding the current case.
Once that was done, Ianto headed to Jack’s office, to find him sitting there, lost in thoughts.
“I am sorry about Estelle, Jack, and Jasmine,” he said quietly, whilst stuffing both hands in the pockets of his pants, not sure whether he should be there or not.
No one was really talking to Jack right this moment, they were all pissed off because of what he had allowed to happen regarding Jasmine, but Ianto thought he understood. He did what he had to do, for a greater good.
He had to focus on the bigger picture.
“You left this morning,” Jack said, as if coming back to reality, focusing his eyes on Ianto.
“Yes I did,” Ianto said, he actually felt taken by surprise, he really didn’t see that coming. From what he’d heard, Jack and Estelle had been friends, and Estelle had just died, what sort of priority did this morning or the previous nights events have now? “I thought it would be for the best,” he added, trying not to swallow hard whilst saying that, as he attempted to continue looking at Jack, who was giving him a rather piercing look.
“Was it?” Jack asked, serving himself another drink before offering one to Ianto, who just shock his head once, something that caused Jack to leave the bottle to the side, before having a sip of his drink.
Ianto tore his eyes away and looked at his shoes, his perfectly polished shoes, whilst trying to think what to say.
“It’s not that complicated, this is the part where you say, something along the lines of ´It was a one time thing´,” he said, whilst piercing Ianto´s eyes again, with his very own blue ones, for now the younger man had glanced up.
“And what would you say?” Ianto asked, whilst locking eyes with the Captain.
“That it was predictable and that I do respect it.” Jack said before standing up from behind his desk, glass on his hand as he walked to stand before the other. “It is actually quite normal for someone who is still mourning” He pointed out.
“Are you mourning Jack?” Ianto asked, able to sense there was so much more; than what they knew about him, he could read it in Jack’s eyes.
He felt he somehow knew him as much as to be able to tell he was having a rough day, and he had no idea why.
He just knew it, he saw it in those big blue eyes that spoke of years and events one would never imagine unless you took the time and effort to actually observe and look beyond the usual, possible mischievous, twinkle in them.
“Would you care?”
“Yes,” Ianto said simply and without hesitation. “you know I would.” He added standing very still in his place, their eyes still locked with an intense gaze. Such intensity; neither of them could actually hear nor register anything that was happening around them, not even the well known noises of the machinery of the hub itself.
Noticing Jack just looking at him, as if he were trying to decide whether Ianto would truly care or not; caused for Ianto to reach his hand up to cup the other’s face in his palm until he was closing the distance between their lips for a tender, if not chaste kiss.
Jack seemed to melt a little to the kiss. Ianto could feel it in his whole demeanour and, moving closer, he wrapped an arm around Jack’s body to hold him close and steady, safely within his arms, until Jack reacted.
The Captain kissed him back whilst leaving the glass he was holding on a near by desk, before his arm wrapped around Ianto´s back, his hand cupping Ianto´s neck, holding him steady, kissing him deeply, leaving him breathless, even more breathless than the previous time.
Moving forward, Ianto pressed Jack against the door jam and rested a hand on the wall. Jack’s hands were already working on getting Ianto´s shirt out of his pants, and a small moan escaped Ianto´s lips when feeling those slightly calloused hands stroking the skin of his lower back.
This was the time when he should react, say it out loud, ´it was a one time thing, a mistake´ yet he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing and touching back.
His lips parted for Jack’s tongue to slide within his mouth until they were tangled in a passionate kiss, and his body pressed flatly to Jack’s as that wicked hand moved up and down his back to cup his buttocks through the fabric of his pants.
“Jack,” Ianto whispered, not sure as to what to do; Jack was troubled because of what happened, because of everything that had happened during that day. Ianto didn’t want to be the cause of any further confusion, nor to feel himself as if he were taking advantage of Jack’s current vulnerability.
Jack might be many things, but Ianto knew everyone, ´everyone´ had some things that made them feel vulnerable, it was starting to become a little clearer regarding Jack, as to what those things were, Estelle had being one.
“Stay.” was the only word Jack uttered, with a slightly broken yet husky tone of voice, and Ianto found himself nodding once, before he kissed Jack one more time.
Not quite sure how, Ianto found himself back in the Captain’s room, clothes being removed, naked bodies pressing against each other’s, passionate kisses shared…
It felt as if they were going through last night’s events in a very vivid way, with much more confidence than the previous night as well.
Ianto moved gently as he spooned Jack, his cock buried deep within the other’s body. His arm wrapped around Jack’s chest as his hand pressed against his heart, his lips brushing against his neck.
No words spoken, just sounds, small sounds of pleasure escaping their lips, the muffled sounds of the machinery coming from upstairs as Ianto kept on moving against Jack’s responding body. His cock sliding in, and almost all the way out, with a steady though gentle pace.
His hand moved to Jack’s groin until it was stroking him in a confident way.
Ianto brushed his lips against the nape of Jack’s neck, feeling the dark hair tickling his face. His eyes closed with pleasure, feeling Jack arching against him whilst clenching pleadingly around him. A slightly louder moan escaped Ianto´s mouth and he thrusted harder and deeper until feeling Jack’s body tensing against his own as he started to come, trigger enough for Ianto to follow.
They didn’t move, Jack managed to reach something beside of the bed and cleaned Ianto´s hand with it, it was one of those wipe towels Owen used. Ianto made a mental note ´not´ to think of Owen at that moment, instead he focused on Jack.
He watched Jack as he silently cleaned every finger, before discarding the towel to the side and placing Ianto´s hand to his heart.
There were no words needed right now, Jack needed something and Ianto was not going to deny him.
Jack needed him, and Ianto wasn’t going to let him down.
TBC…
Part 1