TW Fic: Take My Hand
Title: Take My Hand
Author: hunterwithcause
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: slash, general
Rated: PG-13
Wordcount: 453
Warnings: M/M kissing
Spoilers: Torchwood season 1, Doctor Who season 3 (Up to 'Last of the Time Lords')
Disclaimer: Torchwood doesn't belong to me but RTD and the BBC
Summary: He changes them all.
Author Notes: This follows Son of Harry and The Proper Way. If you spot any mistakes, please let me know be they grammar, spelling or plot mistakes.
Also, I feel weird about this one. It doesn't feel like a proper installment, more like an interlude, maybe? I'm not sure but I've decided that I fretted over thing for long enough. It refuses to be rewritten and I can't seem to write the next part as I always get back to this to try and fix it. Please let me know what you think. Any feedback on this is very appreciated!
Take My Hand
Jack was excited.
Not the oh-my-god-the-world-is-going-to-end-if-we-don't-think-of-something,-quick excitement, but the giddy, nervous kind that started low in his stomach and spread through his whole body. The one that intensified with every street light they passed, each mile that brought them closer to the Jones' family home.
Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt such an adrenaline rush outside a life or death situation.
But he loved every second of it.
~*~
Jack parked halfway down the street from Mabyn Jones' house, at Ianto's request. He turned in his seat to look at Ianto who made no move to get out. Ianto hadn't said a word during the whole drive. Now he was picking at the sleeve of his jacket and Jack thought about the first time he met Ianto Jones and marvelled at how wrong it felt to see Ianto without the protection offered by his suits.
They stayed like this for awhile, Ianto fiddling with his jacket gaze fixed on the dashboard in front of him and Jack, simply looking at the Welshman. Then Jack leaned towards Ianto, took his head in both hands and kissed him. He could feel Ianto start, the lips under his parting slightly, whether in surprise or in response Jack didn't know, didn't care. He slipped his tongue inside and tried to put as much reassurance into the kiss as possible. His hand slipped from Ianto's face and slid downwards as Ianto finally responded, sliding one hand around Jack's neck and resting the other above his heart.
Ianto ended the kiss, panting, at the same time he stilled Jack's wandering hand high on his thigh. Jack pouted but didn't push because this wasn't about him and they were more and in the 21st century, being more meant sometimes less, he thought. He wasn't sure but he would get there, with Ianto, because now he could. He didn't have to chase after an elusive blue box in the hope of salvation any more.
A quiet sigh shook him out of his thoughts and he shifted with a grimace as he felt the gear shift dig uncomfortable into his side. Deep, measured breaths and Ianto offered him a small smile before getting out of the car, Jack following suit.
When Ianto's step faltered Jack grinned and offered him his hand. At Ianto's bemused look he grinned and wriggled his fingers, because his mind was still full with blinding smiles and a genius beyond imagination and love and fear and excitement and sadness, of adventures and loss and betrayal, unending compassion and fierce courage.
They weren't going to save the universe or even the Earth. But when Ianto entwined their fingers Jack knew that this was going to be brilliant.
Next: Seven Down, Four To Go
Author: hunterwithcause
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: slash, general
Rated: PG-13
Wordcount: 453
Warnings: M/M kissing
Spoilers: Torchwood season 1, Doctor Who season 3 (Up to 'Last of the Time Lords')
Disclaimer: Torchwood doesn't belong to me but RTD and the BBC
Summary: He changes them all.
Author Notes: This follows Son of Harry and The Proper Way. If you spot any mistakes, please let me know be they grammar, spelling or plot mistakes.
Also, I feel weird about this one. It doesn't feel like a proper installment, more like an interlude, maybe? I'm not sure but I've decided that I fretted over thing for long enough. It refuses to be rewritten and I can't seem to write the next part as I always get back to this to try and fix it. Please let me know what you think. Any feedback on this is very appreciated!
Take My Hand
Jack was excited.
Not the oh-my-god-the-world-is-going-to-end-if-we-don't-think-of-something,-quick excitement, but the giddy, nervous kind that started low in his stomach and spread through his whole body. The one that intensified with every street light they passed, each mile that brought them closer to the Jones' family home.
Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt such an adrenaline rush outside a life or death situation.
But he loved every second of it.
~*~
Jack parked halfway down the street from Mabyn Jones' house, at Ianto's request. He turned in his seat to look at Ianto who made no move to get out. Ianto hadn't said a word during the whole drive. Now he was picking at the sleeve of his jacket and Jack thought about the first time he met Ianto Jones and marvelled at how wrong it felt to see Ianto without the protection offered by his suits.
They stayed like this for awhile, Ianto fiddling with his jacket gaze fixed on the dashboard in front of him and Jack, simply looking at the Welshman. Then Jack leaned towards Ianto, took his head in both hands and kissed him. He could feel Ianto start, the lips under his parting slightly, whether in surprise or in response Jack didn't know, didn't care. He slipped his tongue inside and tried to put as much reassurance into the kiss as possible. His hand slipped from Ianto's face and slid downwards as Ianto finally responded, sliding one hand around Jack's neck and resting the other above his heart.
Ianto ended the kiss, panting, at the same time he stilled Jack's wandering hand high on his thigh. Jack pouted but didn't push because this wasn't about him and they were more and in the 21st century, being more meant sometimes less, he thought. He wasn't sure but he would get there, with Ianto, because now he could. He didn't have to chase after an elusive blue box in the hope of salvation any more.
A quiet sigh shook him out of his thoughts and he shifted with a grimace as he felt the gear shift dig uncomfortable into his side. Deep, measured breaths and Ianto offered him a small smile before getting out of the car, Jack following suit.
When Ianto's step faltered Jack grinned and offered him his hand. At Ianto's bemused look he grinned and wriggled his fingers, because his mind was still full with blinding smiles and a genius beyond imagination and love and fear and excitement and sadness, of adventures and loss and betrayal, unending compassion and fierce courage.
They weren't going to save the universe or even the Earth. But when Ianto entwined their fingers Jack knew that this was going to be brilliant.
Next: Seven Down, Four To Go