I Always Come Back For You
Title: I Always Come Back For You
Spoilers/Warnings: COE spoilers (if you squint)
Rating: PG (I think, unless you think m/m fluff is PG)
A/N: Thanks to my once-again wonderful beta, tempusdominus10 . I wrote these awhile ago, but didn't post them, so I decided that I should post them now. Also, I'm trying something new, and instead of using a lj-cut, I'm just going to link to my journal. I hope it works. Oh, and also, this is set during part of the car ride in COE (after Ianto saves Jack from his concrete prison).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Title: On the Rink
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Thanks to my once-again wonderful beta, tempusdominus10 . I wrote these awhile ago, but didn't post them, so I decided that I should post them now. Also, I'm trying something new, and instead of using a lj-cut, I'm just going to link to my journal. I hope it works. Set somewhere in the second season (before Owen becomes 'dead').
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
I Always Come Back For You
‘Jack…’ Ianto whispers, gasping slightly as he looks the American in the eyes. He leans closer to the ever-so-naked Jack in the back of the SUV and wants, despite the man’s filthy state, to embrace him, hug him tight to his chest and never let go.
‘Ianto…’ Jack calls roughly, before his voice again becomes a soothing melody, ‘… come here, Yan.’
The words urge Ianto into the moment, softly tugging him closer toward that most intimate touch he once took for granted. Then, in a brief reprieve of motion, his eye is drawn unwillingly to the rear view mirror. Gwen -their self-designated driver- glances at him, then with a soft smile, turns back to the window.
‘I… I thought I’d lost you, Jack,’ he shrugs, trying to hide his embarrassment, but his misting eyes give him away.
‘I’ll always come back for you, Yan. Always.’
On the Rink
‘Oh come on, Owen. Don’t be such a prat!’ Gwen urged, wobbling towards the rink.
‘You’re one to say it! At least you’re female, so you’ll have a natural talent for it,’ he grumbled back as he tightened his laces. He kept his head down, despite giving Gwen a nasty glare.
Ianto sighed. Owen and Gwen were bickering. Again.
‘Oh I don’t know about that, I’m not so good at ice skating myself. Would you care to help me, Owen?’ Tosh’s soft voice questioned behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she waited for an answer.
‘Oh sure, Tosh. Why don’t I? So we can both slip and fall into a heap on the ice and get hypothermia. Sure, why not?’ he replied sarcastically, gesturing with his arms.
Ianto drew in a deep breath and raised his gaze. He knew how Tosh felt about Owen. He also knew how Owen denied his feelings for her. And somehow their relationship reminded him of his and Jack’s. But only sometimes.
‘Having fun, kids?’ Jack wobbled through the doorway and over to his lover. His 100-watt grin proved his gleeful attitude.
Jack placed a hand on the Welshman’s back and leaned closer.
‘Not giving you too much trouble, are they?’ he whispered as he placed his free hand on the railing.
Ianto rolled his eyes. Typical.
Owen grumbled, ‘Oh, please.’
‘Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take my lover ice skating,’ Jack chided happily.
Then captain Jack Harkness removed his hand from Ianto’s back, wrapped his left arm around his Welshman’s waist and urged him towards the rink.
Spoilers/Warnings: COE spoilers (if you squint)
Rating: PG (I think, unless you think m/m fluff is PG)
A/N: Thanks to my once-again wonderful beta, tempusdominus10 . I wrote these awhile ago, but didn't post them, so I decided that I should post them now. Also, I'm trying something new, and instead of using a lj-cut, I'm just going to link to my journal. I hope it works. Oh, and also, this is set during part of the car ride in COE (after Ianto saves Jack from his concrete prison).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Title: On the Rink
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Thanks to my once-again wonderful beta, tempusdominus10 . I wrote these awhile ago, but didn't post them, so I decided that I should post them now. Also, I'm trying something new, and instead of using a lj-cut, I'm just going to link to my journal. I hope it works. Set somewhere in the second season (before Owen becomes 'dead').
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
I Always Come Back For You
‘Jack…’ Ianto whispers, gasping slightly as he looks the American in the eyes. He leans closer to the ever-so-naked Jack in the back of the SUV and wants, despite the man’s filthy state, to embrace him, hug him tight to his chest and never let go.
‘Ianto…’ Jack calls roughly, before his voice again becomes a soothing melody, ‘… come here, Yan.’
The words urge Ianto into the moment, softly tugging him closer toward that most intimate touch he once took for granted. Then, in a brief reprieve of motion, his eye is drawn unwillingly to the rear view mirror. Gwen -their self-designated driver- glances at him, then with a soft smile, turns back to the window.
‘I… I thought I’d lost you, Jack,’ he shrugs, trying to hide his embarrassment, but his misting eyes give him away.
‘I’ll always come back for you, Yan. Always.’
On the Rink
‘Oh come on, Owen. Don’t be such a prat!’ Gwen urged, wobbling towards the rink.
‘You’re one to say it! At least you’re female, so you’ll have a natural talent for it,’ he grumbled back as he tightened his laces. He kept his head down, despite giving Gwen a nasty glare.
Ianto sighed. Owen and Gwen were bickering. Again.
‘Oh I don’t know about that, I’m not so good at ice skating myself. Would you care to help me, Owen?’ Tosh’s soft voice questioned behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she waited for an answer.
‘Oh sure, Tosh. Why don’t I? So we can both slip and fall into a heap on the ice and get hypothermia. Sure, why not?’ he replied sarcastically, gesturing with his arms.
Ianto drew in a deep breath and raised his gaze. He knew how Tosh felt about Owen. He also knew how Owen denied his feelings for her. And somehow their relationship reminded him of his and Jack’s. But only sometimes.
‘Having fun, kids?’ Jack wobbled through the doorway and over to his lover. His 100-watt grin proved his gleeful attitude.
Jack placed a hand on the Welshman’s back and leaned closer.
‘Not giving you too much trouble, are they?’ he whispered as he placed his free hand on the railing.
Ianto rolled his eyes. Typical.
Owen grumbled, ‘Oh, please.’
‘Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take my lover ice skating,’ Jack chided happily.
Then captain Jack Harkness removed his hand from Ianto’s back, wrapped his left arm around his Welshman’s waist and urged him towards the rink.