Yesterday Is But Today's Memory - Interlude
Title: Yesterday Is But Today's Memory
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Takes place post 2x05 'Adam', but mentions briefly minor info from later s2 eps. AU
Summary: It wasn’t the lost days that were really giving Ianto Jones nightmares. It was the fact that ever since, he’d suddenly been having flashes from another period of his life he’d thought was lost forever - his first ten years.
Warning: Some chapters of this fic will contain material some may find offensive. To go into more detail would be spoilery for the plot, but DO NOT READ if you are easily offended.
Thanks to: My wonderful betas morbid_sparks, cazmalfoy and angelzbabe1989, who talked me into writing this, then held my hand while I worked through the plot and filled all its holes.
Previous chapters at master list
Interlude
WARNING: Yes, this ‘interlude’ contains fairly explicit incest - NO ONE IS MAKING YOU READ IT, SO DON’T FLAME ME. There are no important plot details in this interlude, so if you want to follow the story but don’t want to read this, just COME BACK NEXT WEEK.
Ianto moaned into Jack’s mouth as the older man stroked his tongue past Ianto’s lips, tangling with Ianto’s own, exploring all the sensitive hot spots on the roof of his mouth, as he’d done so many times before.
He pressed closer, his fingers finding Jack’s shoulders and starting to push at the heavy weight of Jack’s greatcoat, wondering vaguely why it hadn’t been removed already.
As the coat slid over the top of Jack’s arms, Jack pulled back, breathing hard. He shook his head slightly dazedly. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbled, stumbling back a step.
Ianto shoved Jack’s coat to the floor and reached for him, pulling him back towards him. “Don’t care,” he groaned, kissing the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Need you. Can’t do this without you.”
Any further protests Jack might have had were swallowed up and forgotten as Ianto fixed his mouth back onto his.
The only sounds in the room for the next several minutes were soft whimpers and moans, filtered through each other’s mouths as the lip-lock continued passionately.
Ianto twisted them around and shuffled backwards a step, towards the bedroom door. Jack’s lips broke away and trailed down Ianto’s neck, alternating gentle nips with soothing licks, as they began a sort of stagger-step through the room.
Jack’s braces were the next thing to go, pushed from his shoulders by fumbling fingers as they bumped through the bedroom door.
Jack pushed Ianto up against the wall just inside the bedroom door. He attacked the buttons on Ianto’s dark shirt fervently, his lips following the movement of his hands as they explored every little bit of skin as it was bared.
Ianto’s head dropped back against the wall, whimpering softly in pleasure as Jack’s kisses scattered over his chest. His fingers tangled in Jack’s hair, scratching against his scalp.
“Jack…” The name was drawn out in a moan as Jack’s tongue tickled the sensitive muscles of his abdomen. “Please.”
Jack straightened up, swooping in to capture Ianto’s lips again as his talented fingers took over where his tongue had left off.
Ianto’s fingers were shaking and scrabbling as he attempted to unfasten Jack’s shirt. If he were a less fastidious person, he would simply have grabbed at the edges and pulled them apart, to Hell with what that would do to the buttons. But he wasn’t, so he didn’t, instead undoing each one as quickly as he could with fingers that wouldn’t quite do as he asked.
Finally the buttons were all undone, and the shirt was quickly dispatched, dropped to the floor as Ianto ran his hands down Jack’s arms and pressed closer.
Jack instinctively ground against him, hard against Ianto’s thigh, the delicious friction rippling through Ianto’s whole body.
Ianto’s fingertips trailed down Jack’s sides, pulling his upper half back just far enough and just long enough to tug Jack’s T-shirt over his head.
There were soft sighs as they came back together for another deep and sloppy kiss, bare chests meeting for the first time in far too long as they writhed together against the wall.
Blood rushing in his ears, Ianto pushed Jack back a little and tugged at his belt. Jack swiftly moved to help him, fumbling slightly when his fingers trembled with desire.
Despite shaking hands, belts were quickly dealt with, tossed heedlessly into the dim light of the bedroom.
They stumbled away from the wall as hands reached for flies, aiming for the soft bed.
Ianto managed to wriggle out of both his trousers and his boxers on the way to the bed before twisting under Jack to land on his back.
Jack struggled to push his boots off as he pushed his own trousers past his thighs. With one boot and sock off, and the other proving stubborn, he gave it up and just squirmed out of as much of his trousers as he could with one leg stuck at the ankle, collapsing onto the bed, half on top of Ianto.
As glorious as the rub of their cocks together was; as much as he always loved the sensation of Jack’s erection against his own, it wasn’t enough for Ianto, it wasn’t what he needed.
He stretched out an arm and dug into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a half-empty tube of lube and pressing it into Jack’s hand. He rolled his hips in such a way as left absolutely no doubt as to his wishes.
Jack took the hint, slicking up several fingers and wasting no time in preparing Ianto.
Despite the many days since their last time together, Ianto didn’t need much preparation. His body was aching for Jack as much as his soul was, and he relaxed quickly under Jack’s ministrations.
Their eyes locked as Ianto settled back, crumpling the dress shirt still hanging off his shoulders, and opened himself to Jack.
Their groans echoed in tandem around the room as Jack sank deep into Ianto’s body in one achingly slow thrust. Fully seated, he rested his forehead on Ianto’s and took a calming breath.
Ianto, however, was having none of it, and undulated under him, urging Jack to move.
Jack tried to keep a slow, strong pace, but that didn’t last for long as the desperation and desire overtook them.
They writhed together faster and faster, their breathing growing quicker and shallower as they drove themselves closer and closer to the edge.
One of Jack’s hands dropped from Ianto’s shoulders to fist his cock; Ianto’s hand came down to join it and they stroked in time with the ever increasing thrusts of their bodies.
“Ianto… Ianto… Ianto…” Jack repeated under his breath, the words coming out in barely a whisper.
Ianto was too breathless to make any sound beyond panting moans.
The peak was almost within sight; rushing towards it, Jack’s thrusts became more undulations than actual thrusts, his cock never really leaving Ianto’s body, just shifting against his sweet spot, faster and faster.
Jack lost control first, tripping over the edge with a guttural cry. Ianto followed moments later, every muscle in his body trembling with the strength of his orgasm.
They panted in each other’s faces as they slowly came back to Earth, sated and boneless.
Jack collapsed for a moment onto Ianto before rolling to the side. Sluggishly, Ianto shrugged out of his sweat-soaked shirt and Jack finally rid himself of his other boot, sock and trousers.
Unwilling to get out of bed, and without the energy to do so, they forwent a proper clean up, Ianto digging a box of baby wipes from the nightstand instead.
Their eyes were already closing as they curled around each other, falling into their first peaceful sleep in days.
Chapter Eighteen
Comments and concrit welcomed - comments are love!! &hearts
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Takes place post 2x05 'Adam', but mentions briefly minor info from later s2 eps. AU
Summary: It wasn’t the lost days that were really giving Ianto Jones nightmares. It was the fact that ever since, he’d suddenly been having flashes from another period of his life he’d thought was lost forever - his first ten years.
Warning: Some chapters of this fic will contain material some may find offensive. To go into more detail would be spoilery for the plot, but DO NOT READ if you are easily offended.
Thanks to: My wonderful betas morbid_sparks, cazmalfoy and angelzbabe1989, who talked me into writing this, then held my hand while I worked through the plot and filled all its holes.
Previous chapters at master list
Interlude
WARNING: Yes, this ‘interlude’ contains fairly explicit incest - NO ONE IS MAKING YOU READ IT, SO DON’T FLAME ME. There are no important plot details in this interlude, so if you want to follow the story but don’t want to read this, just COME BACK NEXT WEEK.
Ianto moaned into Jack’s mouth as the older man stroked his tongue past Ianto’s lips, tangling with Ianto’s own, exploring all the sensitive hot spots on the roof of his mouth, as he’d done so many times before.
He pressed closer, his fingers finding Jack’s shoulders and starting to push at the heavy weight of Jack’s greatcoat, wondering vaguely why it hadn’t been removed already.
As the coat slid over the top of Jack’s arms, Jack pulled back, breathing hard. He shook his head slightly dazedly. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbled, stumbling back a step.
Ianto shoved Jack’s coat to the floor and reached for him, pulling him back towards him. “Don’t care,” he groaned, kissing the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Need you. Can’t do this without you.”
Any further protests Jack might have had were swallowed up and forgotten as Ianto fixed his mouth back onto his.
The only sounds in the room for the next several minutes were soft whimpers and moans, filtered through each other’s mouths as the lip-lock continued passionately.
Ianto twisted them around and shuffled backwards a step, towards the bedroom door. Jack’s lips broke away and trailed down Ianto’s neck, alternating gentle nips with soothing licks, as they began a sort of stagger-step through the room.
Jack’s braces were the next thing to go, pushed from his shoulders by fumbling fingers as they bumped through the bedroom door.
Jack pushed Ianto up against the wall just inside the bedroom door. He attacked the buttons on Ianto’s dark shirt fervently, his lips following the movement of his hands as they explored every little bit of skin as it was bared.
Ianto’s head dropped back against the wall, whimpering softly in pleasure as Jack’s kisses scattered over his chest. His fingers tangled in Jack’s hair, scratching against his scalp.
“Jack…” The name was drawn out in a moan as Jack’s tongue tickled the sensitive muscles of his abdomen. “Please.”
Jack straightened up, swooping in to capture Ianto’s lips again as his talented fingers took over where his tongue had left off.
Ianto’s fingers were shaking and scrabbling as he attempted to unfasten Jack’s shirt. If he were a less fastidious person, he would simply have grabbed at the edges and pulled them apart, to Hell with what that would do to the buttons. But he wasn’t, so he didn’t, instead undoing each one as quickly as he could with fingers that wouldn’t quite do as he asked.
Finally the buttons were all undone, and the shirt was quickly dispatched, dropped to the floor as Ianto ran his hands down Jack’s arms and pressed closer.
Jack instinctively ground against him, hard against Ianto’s thigh, the delicious friction rippling through Ianto’s whole body.
Ianto’s fingertips trailed down Jack’s sides, pulling his upper half back just far enough and just long enough to tug Jack’s T-shirt over his head.
There were soft sighs as they came back together for another deep and sloppy kiss, bare chests meeting for the first time in far too long as they writhed together against the wall.
Blood rushing in his ears, Ianto pushed Jack back a little and tugged at his belt. Jack swiftly moved to help him, fumbling slightly when his fingers trembled with desire.
Despite shaking hands, belts were quickly dealt with, tossed heedlessly into the dim light of the bedroom.
They stumbled away from the wall as hands reached for flies, aiming for the soft bed.
Ianto managed to wriggle out of both his trousers and his boxers on the way to the bed before twisting under Jack to land on his back.
Jack struggled to push his boots off as he pushed his own trousers past his thighs. With one boot and sock off, and the other proving stubborn, he gave it up and just squirmed out of as much of his trousers as he could with one leg stuck at the ankle, collapsing onto the bed, half on top of Ianto.
As glorious as the rub of their cocks together was; as much as he always loved the sensation of Jack’s erection against his own, it wasn’t enough for Ianto, it wasn’t what he needed.
He stretched out an arm and dug into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a half-empty tube of lube and pressing it into Jack’s hand. He rolled his hips in such a way as left absolutely no doubt as to his wishes.
Jack took the hint, slicking up several fingers and wasting no time in preparing Ianto.
Despite the many days since their last time together, Ianto didn’t need much preparation. His body was aching for Jack as much as his soul was, and he relaxed quickly under Jack’s ministrations.
Their eyes locked as Ianto settled back, crumpling the dress shirt still hanging off his shoulders, and opened himself to Jack.
Their groans echoed in tandem around the room as Jack sank deep into Ianto’s body in one achingly slow thrust. Fully seated, he rested his forehead on Ianto’s and took a calming breath.
Ianto, however, was having none of it, and undulated under him, urging Jack to move.
Jack tried to keep a slow, strong pace, but that didn’t last for long as the desperation and desire overtook them.
They writhed together faster and faster, their breathing growing quicker and shallower as they drove themselves closer and closer to the edge.
One of Jack’s hands dropped from Ianto’s shoulders to fist his cock; Ianto’s hand came down to join it and they stroked in time with the ever increasing thrusts of their bodies.
“Ianto… Ianto… Ianto…” Jack repeated under his breath, the words coming out in barely a whisper.
Ianto was too breathless to make any sound beyond panting moans.
The peak was almost within sight; rushing towards it, Jack’s thrusts became more undulations than actual thrusts, his cock never really leaving Ianto’s body, just shifting against his sweet spot, faster and faster.
Jack lost control first, tripping over the edge with a guttural cry. Ianto followed moments later, every muscle in his body trembling with the strength of his orgasm.
They panted in each other’s faces as they slowly came back to Earth, sated and boneless.
Jack collapsed for a moment onto Ianto before rolling to the side. Sluggishly, Ianto shrugged out of his sweat-soaked shirt and Jack finally rid himself of his other boot, sock and trousers.
Unwilling to get out of bed, and without the energy to do so, they forwent a proper clean up, Ianto digging a box of baby wipes from the nightstand instead.
Their eyes were already closing as they curled around each other, falling into their first peaceful sleep in days.
Chapter Eighteen
Comments and concrit welcomed - comments are love!! &hearts