Brokeback Manor (6/9)
Title: Brokeback Manor
Authors: et_muse and angelzbabe1989
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, also mentions of Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh
Rating: Mature/R (This Chapter: PG)
Disclaimer: We asked for Jack and Ianto for Christmas, but no one came through...
Summary: See previous chapters... (we thought it was a bit long to keep repeating)
Authors' Note: Mild cavity warning for this one...also angst... again this picks up right where chapter 5 left off
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Ianto slinked back up his body, nestling close as Jack returned to Earth, his erratic breathing gradually slowing. Each of them savoured these quiet moments, these stolen pockets of time in which they could simply be themselves and bask in the warmth of the other’s presence. Ianto let his fingers rest gently on Jack’s chest, the other man’s heartbeat thudding comfortingly under his ear. With a sigh of contentment, Jack tangled his fingers in his lover’s hair, a wash of pure love sweeping through him.
Several long moments passed before either spoke, neither wishing to return to reality a minute too soon.
“I've needed this,” Jack whispered. Tilting his head, he met his lover's eyes. “I've needed you. Every time we are together it gets increasingly difficult for me to release you.”
“Does knowing I've no wish to be released help or hinder?” Ianto questioned gently.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto as he pondered the question.
“In some ways, it helps more than words can do justice, but it hinders too, knowing that by my actions, by who I am and what society deems I must do, I hurt you.”
“I am not the only one hurt. I know that my own societal responsibilities are as much the cause of our pain as yours.” Ianto lifted his head, cupping Jack's jaw in his hand. “How often do I wish that society was not as it was, that we could be accepted,” he continued determinedly, pressing a chaste kiss to Jack's lips. “Or that we were free from obligations here to our families and estates, and could run off together.”
“I wish that too, every day,” Jack whispered fervently. “Although I will not allow you to describe your sister as an obligation.”
Ianto smiled at the thought of his reckless and beloved sister. “True, for all she can be hard to control, and whilst she is without doubt my responsibility, I could never think of her as an obligation. Her future, providing her with every available asset to secure a decent and loving match; yes. But her; never.”
A sudden thought struck Jack as he pondered Ianto's words.
“A duty that has become inexorably complicated since Gwen's untimely elopement”, Jack sympathized, realising the effect on Ianto’s plans.
“Yes, Without Gwen to ease her introduction to the ton, Martha's come out will lack a suitable companion with which to traverse the ballrooms and parks,” Ianto nodded soberly, the worry evident in his voice.
Jack stroked a finger down Ianto's cheek. “I have every confidence that you will find a solution.” he murmured. “I know you, Ianto, and I know you will do everything in your power to make Martha's life as smooth as possible.”
The conviction in Jack's voice sent a faint blush to Ianto's cheeks, the adoration in his eyes reminding Ianto of his own unsuitable feelings.
“I must admit, despite it all, I cannot bring myself to fault Gwen for her actions,” Ianto ruminated. “She took whatever steps were necessary to secure her true heart's desire. In her place, I do believe I would have done the same.”
“If only it were so simple for us.” Jack lamented. “There is no handy Gretna solution for us, no way to defy society within its own defined rules of defiance.”
“We cannot defy society, but they can never truly know us. Our love must remain hidden away in our hearts.” Glancing out the window at the position of the sun, Ianto reluctantly recognised that their time together could not last for much longer without their absence being noted. “Although it will not remain so if we do not return soon.”
Following his lover's gaze out of the window, Jack recalcitrantly removed the arm encircling Ianto.
Although loath to part, the two men slowly separated, shrugging on their social personas along with their clothes. At the door of the cabin, they shared a final desperate kiss before opening the door to rejoin the world.
And now for Chapter Seven
Authors: et_muse and angelzbabe1989
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, also mentions of Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh
Rating: Mature/R (This Chapter: PG)
Disclaimer: We asked for Jack and Ianto for Christmas, but no one came through...
Summary: See previous chapters... (we thought it was a bit long to keep repeating)
Authors' Note: Mild cavity warning for this one...also angst... again this picks up right where chapter 5 left off
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Ianto slinked back up his body, nestling close as Jack returned to Earth, his erratic breathing gradually slowing. Each of them savoured these quiet moments, these stolen pockets of time in which they could simply be themselves and bask in the warmth of the other’s presence. Ianto let his fingers rest gently on Jack’s chest, the other man’s heartbeat thudding comfortingly under his ear. With a sigh of contentment, Jack tangled his fingers in his lover’s hair, a wash of pure love sweeping through him.
Several long moments passed before either spoke, neither wishing to return to reality a minute too soon.
“I've needed this,” Jack whispered. Tilting his head, he met his lover's eyes. “I've needed you. Every time we are together it gets increasingly difficult for me to release you.”
“Does knowing I've no wish to be released help or hinder?” Ianto questioned gently.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto as he pondered the question.
“In some ways, it helps more than words can do justice, but it hinders too, knowing that by my actions, by who I am and what society deems I must do, I hurt you.”
“I am not the only one hurt. I know that my own societal responsibilities are as much the cause of our pain as yours.” Ianto lifted his head, cupping Jack's jaw in his hand. “How often do I wish that society was not as it was, that we could be accepted,” he continued determinedly, pressing a chaste kiss to Jack's lips. “Or that we were free from obligations here to our families and estates, and could run off together.”
“I wish that too, every day,” Jack whispered fervently. “Although I will not allow you to describe your sister as an obligation.”
Ianto smiled at the thought of his reckless and beloved sister. “True, for all she can be hard to control, and whilst she is without doubt my responsibility, I could never think of her as an obligation. Her future, providing her with every available asset to secure a decent and loving match; yes. But her; never.”
A sudden thought struck Jack as he pondered Ianto's words.
“A duty that has become inexorably complicated since Gwen's untimely elopement”, Jack sympathized, realising the effect on Ianto’s plans.
“Yes, Without Gwen to ease her introduction to the ton, Martha's come out will lack a suitable companion with which to traverse the ballrooms and parks,” Ianto nodded soberly, the worry evident in his voice.
Jack stroked a finger down Ianto's cheek. “I have every confidence that you will find a solution.” he murmured. “I know you, Ianto, and I know you will do everything in your power to make Martha's life as smooth as possible.”
The conviction in Jack's voice sent a faint blush to Ianto's cheeks, the adoration in his eyes reminding Ianto of his own unsuitable feelings.
“I must admit, despite it all, I cannot bring myself to fault Gwen for her actions,” Ianto ruminated. “She took whatever steps were necessary to secure her true heart's desire. In her place, I do believe I would have done the same.”
“If only it were so simple for us.” Jack lamented. “There is no handy Gretna solution for us, no way to defy society within its own defined rules of defiance.”
“We cannot defy society, but they can never truly know us. Our love must remain hidden away in our hearts.” Glancing out the window at the position of the sun, Ianto reluctantly recognised that their time together could not last for much longer without their absence being noted. “Although it will not remain so if we do not return soon.”
Following his lover's gaze out of the window, Jack recalcitrantly removed the arm encircling Ianto.
Although loath to part, the two men slowly separated, shrugging on their social personas along with their clothes. At the door of the cabin, they shared a final desperate kiss before opening the door to rejoin the world.
And now for Chapter Seven