Home for Christmas (1/1)
Title: Home for Christmas (1/1)
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Torchwood/Dr who
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones remain the property of RTD and the BBC and no money is being made from this.
Beta: None and I need one!
"This..", he thought with a contented sigh, "This was life was all about, it wasn't waiting for an alien friend to return to where you're waiting, it wasn't watching your team die, it wasn't those you love dying and leaving you alone, it wasn't reviving on your own..." He shook his head
"No, life was for enjoying with someone special". He looked down and gently ran his fingers through the soft wavy hair of the man snuggled up with him.
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It had been a long few days, the Weevils seemed to react badly to carols and the Rift had been active, so they'd chased from one thing to the other.
The last 24 hours had been the worst and they were already short a few hands. Toshiko was gone to a family wedding and he'd sent Gwen home, since she was more of a liability when all her focus was on the fact that she'd offered to cook Christmas dinner for Rhys' parents. It wasn't that Owen, Ianto and himself weren't able to cope, but it meant they'd scarcely found time to go to the loo and twice he'd been about to savour that first sip of Ianto's fantastic coffee when the Rift alarm had gone off and he'd only had time to throw it down his throat before running out the door.
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As the bells rang out at midnight, signalling the start of Christmas, Owen turned his sardonic grin at him and said "And peace to all men...", but strangely it was almost as though the universe had heard and everything quietened. He'd sent Owen home to sleep with the promise that he'd come to Ianto's later to play cards and have a few beers.
As they returned to Ianto's flat, they'd stopped at the petrol station, the only open shop in the area, and they'd tried to find something vaguely seasonal to eat. They settled for a packet of chicken fillets, some potatoes, a few scraggy brussel sprouts and some chocolates and crisps, as well as the promised beers, and the guy in the shop had thrown in a small christmas cake.
Jack had spotted a pathetic little tree on their way out and despite Ianto's protests, he'd insisted on buying it and when Ianto had fallen asleep shortly after they'd reached the flat, he'd undressed him and slipped him into bed and then returned to the living room to decorate the tree - a tradition he'd always enjoyed. That finished, he'd moved quietly back to the bed, and stripping off his trousers and shirt, he'd curled into his lover and lay admiring the decorations through the open door.
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He didn't know how much later it was when he sensed movement next to him and realised that he'd fallen asleep. He opened his eyes to see that Ianto was looking straight into his eyes. He blushed slightly, beautifully, as he realised Jack had caught him staring at him.
Jack smiled "So do you want your present now?"
Ianto looked crestfallen "Oh Jack, I never got a chance.."
Jack grinned, "Neither did I, but I think I know something you'd like..."
Jack reached for him and pressed his lips against Ianto's soft moist mouth, his lips opening instinctively to let Jack's tongue in. They kissed deeply, gently, their tongues dancing, taking the time that they hadn't had recently to savour the texture and taste of each other's mouths. They barely let their bodies part to pull off their last bits of clothing before desperately reaching for each other again.
Ianto pulled Jack closer and closer until Jack could feel the steady thump of Ianto's heart against his chest.
Jack smiled and then smirked as he suddenly pushed Ianto onto his back and leaned over slowly, almost predatorily to kiss Ianto. His breath hitched in his mouth as he caught the openess and trust in the younger man's eyes and he claimed Ianto's mouth in a demanding kiss, watching as Ianto closed his eyes and a soft groan slipped out.
Jack shifted, stretching over him and then lowered himself onto Ianto, the hardness against his thigh confirming that Ianto was as turned on as he was.
He kissed Ianto's neck, moving slowly down, kissing every bit of his skin, his hands roaming over Ianto's body, until he could feel the heat radiating off his body and Ianto began gently panting in anticipation, firmly thrusting his hips up in an obvious hint to Jack. As his fingers brushed against the hardness at Ianto's groin, he'd again claimed Ianto's mouth as his own.
Rutting against each other now, Ianto growled "For Pete's sake, fuck me now..."
Jack stilled, glowering at Ianto, watching the colour drain from Ianto's face "So who is Pete then?"
Ianto quirked an eyebrow at him as he hissed, "Jack..." the warning evident as he ground his hips against Jack's.
Jack grinned as he reached down to his trousers and took the lube out and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
He reached down and slipped one finger into Ianto, smirking at the deep groan that his lover released. He gradually stretched him, adding a second and then a third finger as Ianto began pressing back onto his fingers.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, Ianto moaning at the loss as Jack quickly slicked up his cock. He pulled Ianto's ankles up to his shoulders as he lined up against him. Ianto groaned again as he steadily breached him. He stopped when he was fully sheathed and savoured the deep tight heat of his lover.
He began to move slowly, but the low mutterings Ianto made and the look of his long lean body stretched out and reacting to every movement of Jack's was too much for Jack to take and he began to move more steadily.
He reached down and took Ianto's cock in his hand, the weight and heat of it testifying to his arousal. He began to stroke it in line with his thursts and he could feel every nerve, every sinew, every muscle of both their bodies tense and release.
When Ianto opened his eyes and whispered "more, Jack, now, more..." in that deep rich voice that went straight through Jack, he couldn't take any more and increased his pace.
He thrust repeatedly, moving his hand more swiftly now on Ianto's length, adding a twist to release the most delightful mewing noises from his lover. As he felt Ianto tense and then come, he thrust one final time, losing everything except the scent, taste, feel of Ianto and came hard deep within him, before flopping back onto the bed to those gorgeous blue eyes which looked equally satiated...
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The rest of the day had been equally perfect, they only moved from bed when it was time to eat their dinner, and then relaxed watching TV and chatting.
Once Owen arrived, they'd played cards, ate cake and chocolate, drank beers and it was just blissful, despite Owen irritating Ianto with his sloppy manners, Ianto irritating Owen with his insistence on coasters and not putting sweet wrappers back into the box, Jack teasing Ianto with endless questions about Eastenders and irritating both Owen and Ianto with outrageous comments on their bodies, the season of goodwill and threesomes.... laughing at the matching looks of outrage they shot him.
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Later that evening Gwen had phoned and begged them all to come over and save her from Rhys' parents. Jack knew Ianto was tired and really didn't wanted to, so he made an excuse for them to stay, but Owen agreed when he heard some of Rhys and Gwen's young cousins were there.
Ianto and Gwen had snuggled in on the couch and they quietened as the James Bond film came on. Jack watched Ianto's face - realising how young Ianto really was as he watched his childish delight at Bond, should have guessed of course from his famous introduction that he was a Bond fan.
Later Jack heard Ianto breaths grow slow and then steady and knew he'd fallen asleep. Jack knew he should move him, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb him. Jack couldn't remember when he'd been happier, he'd loved before, he'd had friends before, but not since his wife had someone managed to make him feel so totally at peace and he blessed the day of Ianto Jones' birth as he pulled the young man ever tighter to him.
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The Master's mocking tones cut across his memories "So are you ready for Christmas treat, Freak? I have a seasonal death planned for you today... roasting is such a good place to start...".
Jack lifted his face to meet the Master's eyes and then smiled, much to the Master's discomfort. He knew no matter what the Master put him through, he could never take his thoughts from him, the lyrics running through his mind "I'll be home for Christmas - if only in my dreams..."
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Torchwood/Dr who
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones remain the property of RTD and the BBC and no money is being made from this.
Beta: None and I need one!
"This..", he thought with a contented sigh, "This was life was all about, it wasn't waiting for an alien friend to return to where you're waiting, it wasn't watching your team die, it wasn't those you love dying and leaving you alone, it wasn't reviving on your own..." He shook his head
"No, life was for enjoying with someone special". He looked down and gently ran his fingers through the soft wavy hair of the man snuggled up with him.
************************
It had been a long few days, the Weevils seemed to react badly to carols and the Rift had been active, so they'd chased from one thing to the other.
The last 24 hours had been the worst and they were already short a few hands. Toshiko was gone to a family wedding and he'd sent Gwen home, since she was more of a liability when all her focus was on the fact that she'd offered to cook Christmas dinner for Rhys' parents. It wasn't that Owen, Ianto and himself weren't able to cope, but it meant they'd scarcely found time to go to the loo and twice he'd been about to savour that first sip of Ianto's fantastic coffee when the Rift alarm had gone off and he'd only had time to throw it down his throat before running out the door.
************************
As the bells rang out at midnight, signalling the start of Christmas, Owen turned his sardonic grin at him and said "And peace to all men...", but strangely it was almost as though the universe had heard and everything quietened. He'd sent Owen home to sleep with the promise that he'd come to Ianto's later to play cards and have a few beers.
As they returned to Ianto's flat, they'd stopped at the petrol station, the only open shop in the area, and they'd tried to find something vaguely seasonal to eat. They settled for a packet of chicken fillets, some potatoes, a few scraggy brussel sprouts and some chocolates and crisps, as well as the promised beers, and the guy in the shop had thrown in a small christmas cake.
Jack had spotted a pathetic little tree on their way out and despite Ianto's protests, he'd insisted on buying it and when Ianto had fallen asleep shortly after they'd reached the flat, he'd undressed him and slipped him into bed and then returned to the living room to decorate the tree - a tradition he'd always enjoyed. That finished, he'd moved quietly back to the bed, and stripping off his trousers and shirt, he'd curled into his lover and lay admiring the decorations through the open door.
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He didn't know how much later it was when he sensed movement next to him and realised that he'd fallen asleep. He opened his eyes to see that Ianto was looking straight into his eyes. He blushed slightly, beautifully, as he realised Jack had caught him staring at him.
Jack smiled "So do you want your present now?"
Ianto looked crestfallen "Oh Jack, I never got a chance.."
Jack grinned, "Neither did I, but I think I know something you'd like..."
Jack reached for him and pressed his lips against Ianto's soft moist mouth, his lips opening instinctively to let Jack's tongue in. They kissed deeply, gently, their tongues dancing, taking the time that they hadn't had recently to savour the texture and taste of each other's mouths. They barely let their bodies part to pull off their last bits of clothing before desperately reaching for each other again.
Ianto pulled Jack closer and closer until Jack could feel the steady thump of Ianto's heart against his chest.
Jack smiled and then smirked as he suddenly pushed Ianto onto his back and leaned over slowly, almost predatorily to kiss Ianto. His breath hitched in his mouth as he caught the openess and trust in the younger man's eyes and he claimed Ianto's mouth in a demanding kiss, watching as Ianto closed his eyes and a soft groan slipped out.
Jack shifted, stretching over him and then lowered himself onto Ianto, the hardness against his thigh confirming that Ianto was as turned on as he was.
He kissed Ianto's neck, moving slowly down, kissing every bit of his skin, his hands roaming over Ianto's body, until he could feel the heat radiating off his body and Ianto began gently panting in anticipation, firmly thrusting his hips up in an obvious hint to Jack. As his fingers brushed against the hardness at Ianto's groin, he'd again claimed Ianto's mouth as his own.
Rutting against each other now, Ianto growled "For Pete's sake, fuck me now..."
Jack stilled, glowering at Ianto, watching the colour drain from Ianto's face "So who is Pete then?"
Ianto quirked an eyebrow at him as he hissed, "Jack..." the warning evident as he ground his hips against Jack's.
Jack grinned as he reached down to his trousers and took the lube out and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
He reached down and slipped one finger into Ianto, smirking at the deep groan that his lover released. He gradually stretched him, adding a second and then a third finger as Ianto began pressing back onto his fingers.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, Ianto moaning at the loss as Jack quickly slicked up his cock. He pulled Ianto's ankles up to his shoulders as he lined up against him. Ianto groaned again as he steadily breached him. He stopped when he was fully sheathed and savoured the deep tight heat of his lover.
He began to move slowly, but the low mutterings Ianto made and the look of his long lean body stretched out and reacting to every movement of Jack's was too much for Jack to take and he began to move more steadily.
He reached down and took Ianto's cock in his hand, the weight and heat of it testifying to his arousal. He began to stroke it in line with his thursts and he could feel every nerve, every sinew, every muscle of both their bodies tense and release.
When Ianto opened his eyes and whispered "more, Jack, now, more..." in that deep rich voice that went straight through Jack, he couldn't take any more and increased his pace.
He thrust repeatedly, moving his hand more swiftly now on Ianto's length, adding a twist to release the most delightful mewing noises from his lover. As he felt Ianto tense and then come, he thrust one final time, losing everything except the scent, taste, feel of Ianto and came hard deep within him, before flopping back onto the bed to those gorgeous blue eyes which looked equally satiated...
*************************
The rest of the day had been equally perfect, they only moved from bed when it was time to eat their dinner, and then relaxed watching TV and chatting.
Once Owen arrived, they'd played cards, ate cake and chocolate, drank beers and it was just blissful, despite Owen irritating Ianto with his sloppy manners, Ianto irritating Owen with his insistence on coasters and not putting sweet wrappers back into the box, Jack teasing Ianto with endless questions about Eastenders and irritating both Owen and Ianto with outrageous comments on their bodies, the season of goodwill and threesomes.... laughing at the matching looks of outrage they shot him.
************************
Later that evening Gwen had phoned and begged them all to come over and save her from Rhys' parents. Jack knew Ianto was tired and really didn't wanted to, so he made an excuse for them to stay, but Owen agreed when he heard some of Rhys and Gwen's young cousins were there.
Ianto and Gwen had snuggled in on the couch and they quietened as the James Bond film came on. Jack watched Ianto's face - realising how young Ianto really was as he watched his childish delight at Bond, should have guessed of course from his famous introduction that he was a Bond fan.
Later Jack heard Ianto breaths grow slow and then steady and knew he'd fallen asleep. Jack knew he should move him, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb him. Jack couldn't remember when he'd been happier, he'd loved before, he'd had friends before, but not since his wife had someone managed to make him feel so totally at peace and he blessed the day of Ianto Jones' birth as he pulled the young man ever tighter to him.
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The Master's mocking tones cut across his memories "So are you ready for Christmas treat, Freak? I have a seasonal death planned for you today... roasting is such a good place to start...".
Jack lifted his face to meet the Master's eyes and then smiled, much to the Master's discomfort. He knew no matter what the Master put him through, he could never take his thoughts from him, the lyrics running through his mind "I'll be home for Christmas - if only in my dreams..."