False Memories, Chapter 2/4

[criccieth]

Story: False Memories
Chapter 2/3
Title: Sunday Morning 2a.m
Word Count: circa 2,200
Spoilers: S2 Ep 5: Adam
Rating: Older Teen - hints of sexy stuff
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Disclaimer: Torchwood and anyone you recognise belong to the BBC and were created by RTD.



Sunday 2am:

“Oh God, no….” Ianto groaned as he rolled over, burying his face in the thin pillow. They hadn’t even got into the small bed until just after midnight, had not got any sleep til a while later and now the Rift alert was buzzing from both their phones. Jack hauled himself up from stomach to knees and reached over Ianto’s bare shoulders to scoop up his phone even as Ianto batted at his own, trying to turn off the alert without opening his eyes. Jack laughed softly, brushing a kiss against warm skin as he read the details to himself.

“No life-signs. And it doesn’t look as if it can be that big.” He dropped another kiss onto Ianto’s back, enjoying the low hum of pleasure he got as a reward. “I’ll go. You stay. Get some more sleep.” He slung one leg over Ianto and for a moment straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck.

“Keep the bed nice and warm for me?” he whispered and watched the corner of Ianto’s mouth curl up in a smile. The younger man hadn’t even opened his eyes.

“’Kay….” Ianto muttered and for a moment Jack thought he’d already fallen back asleep. Then the hips under Jack shifted just slightly up against him and Jack huffed out a laugh and slid off Ianto to stand on the floor. He gave Ianto’s arse a quick pat in passing.

“Cheeky,” he said as he pulled the blanket up to cover Ianto to his shoulders.

“That’s what you love about me,” Ianto mumbled and Jack couldn’t resist:- he leant forward once more and kissed the edge of that wonderful mouth.

“Not just that, I promise.”

He spent a few moments trying to find his own clothes from amidst the jumble on the floor. Ianto shifted as though to get up and help and Jack put one hand on his shoulder to push him gently back onto the mattress.

“Sleep. That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir,” Ianto mumbled, that thread of mischief in his voice and Jack stopped for a moment, tempted to just say ‘sod it’ because oh, the things that could happen when Ianto used that word in bed… but he picked up his trousers and decided not to bother with trying to remember where his boxers had ended up. He pulled on his shirt, ruffled Ianto’s hair (earning himself a displeased grunt) and climbed up into his office. He lifted his coat from the stand and swung it over his shoulders. It might be May already, but this was Cardiff, and it didn’t take a look at the weather-monitoring station to tell him it was chilly out.

He took the underground tunnels to the garage and five minutes after leaving his warm bed (and hot bed-mate) he was swinging the SUV onto the A4232, rounding the Bay. The roads were almost empty at this time of night and even obeying traffic laws, it only took fifteen minutes to reach his destination - the leisure centre and playing fields sandwiched between Newport Road and Llanrumney Avenue. He bit back a smile, wondering how much he could have mangled the latter name if Ianto had been in the car to glare at him for it. He enjoyed pretending he could only speak or understand the bare minimum of Welsh - for a start it meant he was able to gauge just how pissed off Ianto was with Jack, Owen, the Rift or the world in general by comparing what he claimed to have just said with what he’d actually said. For someone who didn’t describe himself as fluent, Ianto knew a surprising number of swear-words and insults.

The Rift surge was slight enough that even Tosh’s third-generation Rift activity locator couldn't pin it down any closer than the southern end of the playing fields. Which left him with an area nearly three times the size of a rugby pitch to cover. Alone, with a single torch, in the pouring rain. Not something he’d rate as ‘fun’. The thought of Ianto in his bed was extremely appealing but he made himself quarter the ground and after almost twenty minutes work he found it. Just a box, in the end. Oddly patterned and heavy, but just a box.

He made straight for the SUV, making a mental note to apologise to Ianto for the amount of mud and grass he was treading into it but not really wanting to stand in the cold rain trying to clean his boots first. He headed straight back and when he got into his office, he dumped the box on his desk before carefully putting his coat on the stand. He’d been well-trained when it came to putting the coat where it belonged. Then he hurried back down the ladder. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to - Ianto, eyes closed, shifted sideways to make room for Jack even as he started to strip off, dumping his clothes without a care for where they fell. The coat might have protected him from the worst of the rain, and the car’s heater had dispelled the cold, but he had another very good reason for wanting back in his bed as quickly as possible.

“Mmm. Kept the bed warm,” Ianto’s voice was so slurred with sleep that despite having spent the entire journey back thinking about what he might do, Jack climbed into the bed with every intention of just curling around the other man and closing his own eyes. Ianto, it transpired, had other ideas because as soon as Jack slipped under the blankets he rolled onto his side to press his warm back to Jack’s chest and his equally warm arse against Jack’s groin. His eyes were still closed, his breathing almost unchanged from the deep, slow rhythm of sleep.

There is no one way they fuck. No one way they have sex. No one way they make love, but this way is one of Jack’s favourites. The first time Ianto had done this Jack had lain there, blood rushing south while his other brain was pointing out that he couldn’t just assume consent - not when it was only two weeks since Ianto had come into his office with the stop-watch smoothly ticking and certainly not when Ianto wasn’t fully awake. Then Ianto had shifted further back against him and mumbled sleepily: you goin’ to use that, or just tease me with it? and that was all the permission Jack’s libido needed. Both he’d answered, and that had earned him a hand snaking back to grab his thigh and pull him closer still.

So now he kissed up Ianto’s jaw and ran one hand down the warm, pliant, drowsy form to bend his knee and move his leg just so and his other hand reached up to the space between the top of the mattress and the wall, where Ianto had left the small bottle earlier that night. No need for anything else - Ianto had stopped insisting on condoms the night before Tommy went back. If there was anything Jack was determined about, it was to not abuse a level of trust that had taken his breath away. A few moments later, as he ran one hand down Ianto’s ribs to glide forward and down and slid the other over the firm arse so invitingly close to his cock, he felt the other man stir and then shift to give Jack easier access.

“Cold hands,” Ianto mumbled, then gave a low groan of pleasure at the slow introduction of something far warmer.

Up above them, unseen by anyone that night but clear on the CCTV as they watch the image of an empty office two days later, the box that Jack had set down on the edge of the latest pile of paperwork slipped. It dropped the two inches onto the table with a soft thump that no-one noticed, and a tiny piece of the inlaid design moved. And a moment later a man stood motionless in the shadowy corner of Jack’s office.

Just before six that Sunday morning Jack climbed up into the office, dressed and ready for the day. The man stepped silently from the shadows behind him and reached out and put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, smiling as he spoke about a late call and a few hours kip on the battered sofa. Remember.

“Adam! Thanks for taking that call - I owe you one.”

Adam smiled. “No worries, Jack. You can always rely on me, remember?”

At half-six, Ianto - showered, shaved and suited - climbed up into the office and made for the kitchen. Two steps out of the office he stopped dead, staring at the man standing next to Jack. One hand moved towards an inside pocket, trained reflexes kicking in at a possible threat. He cursed himself for the absence of the stun-gun but who would expect to need it, here inside the Hub?

“Jack?” He took a step back, eyes going from the stranger to his lover. “Who’s this? What’s he doing here?” Jack gave him a grin and as Ianto stared at him, bemused, the stranger stepped close enough to throw an arm over Ianto’s shoulder and asked if Ianto could give him a moment to finish talking to Jack alone like he did first thing every day. Remember.

He smiled, relaxed and cheerful. “Of course. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks, mate. Don’t forget to bring up some coffee like always - remember?”

Half an hour later, Owen arrived, trudging through the cog-door in jeans and a T-shirt that had clearly been picked up from his or someone’s bedroom floor that morning. By now, Jack and Adam were deep in conversation down on the Hub floor and Ianto was in the kitchen wondering why he didn’t seem to have had breakfast before coming in that morning.
Owen stopped in his tracks and stared at the two men sitting at Gwen’s work station. Later, watching on the CCTV, Ianto will wonder if perhaps Adam has some sort of other ability to influence them. Because Owen will seem merely puzzled as Adam moves forward with one hand extended and a joke about Owen working so hard he forgot to change clothes. In the blink of an eye it was too late. Remember.

“Hey,” Jack said. “Early start for once? Or are you turning over a new leaf?”

Adam grinned, one hand on each of their shoulders. “Ah come on Jack - Owen’s only been late once this week, remember?”

“Umm…yeah,” Owen said and he gave a hesitant smile. “There’s…um… that female Keldora down in the cells. I gave her the…um… appetite suppressant yesterday and I need a…umm... a morning sample to make sure it…ah…. took.”

Later, one part of Ianto’s memories will insist that what feels wrong about the scene playing out on the CCTV is that Owen isn’t wearing his glasses and his clothes are slept in. Another part will insist that Owen always wears contacts and that what feels wrong is that Jack doesn’t made a crack about alien ‘appetites’ and Owen doesn’t respond with a snide comment about home-pregnancy tests and Jack’s sex habits.

That morning, Owen headed down to the cells and a short time later Ianto’s comm buzzed.

“Ianto, the…er… the Keldora’s sorted - her arm fins have turned blue. She’ll be safe to release into the Bay if you can….ermmm… sort that out later today? Perhaps?”

Ianto sighed inwardly, shaking his head. You’d think a doctor with several years A&E experience would be a bit more forceful, really.

“No problem, Owen. I’ll get to it soon as possible.”

“Thank you.”

It was almost thirty minutes before Owen re-emerged into the main part of the Hub. He had showered, shaved and was wearing black trousers and a dark cardigan over a clean long-sleeved top, his hair combed and glasses in place. For a moment, Ianto thought it seemed strange because… but Adam said that the new glasses suited him and called for a group hug and they remembered that Owen’s contacts had irritated his eyes.

Tosh was the last in, striding eagerly towards her workstation and shouting a greeting up to the office where Jack had gone to deal with the week’s paperwork. She made for her work station but three steps away she stopped dead and stared.

“Wait - who’s… when did Jack recruit someone new?” Her eyes widened in alarm. “You’re not UNIT are you?”

She looked towards Owen, just emerging from the autopsy pit with a question for Adam. He gave her a tentative smile.

“UNIT? Why would you think Adam would have anything to do with UNIT?”

She stared at him, then turned her head to look at Ianto, who had been about to put the latest files down on Adam’s workstation.

“Someone new?” Ianto frowned, looking from Tosh to Owen to Adam, bewildered. Adam stood up and walked towards Tosh, who backed away a step, one hand darting into her handbag. He closed with her in one long pace, extended both hands and placed them on her shoulders with a smiling question about the scan she helped him set up the day before. Remember.

She frowned up at him for a moment and then her expression changed into a smile of recognition.

“We always get the best results when you and I team up, Tosh - remember?”

Continued in Part Three: https://criccieth.livejournal.com/19291.html