Fanfiction: Me and Mr. Jones (Prologue)
Title: Me and Mr. Jones
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: JackxIanto (main)
Rating: NC17
Type: Alternate Universe
Spoilers/Warnings: There be weddings and smex in later chapters?
Disclaimers: Everything is copyrighted to the BBC. Nothing belongs to me……although I really want it to.
Summary: What begins as a fleeting look at a wedding between Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones soon develops into a deep friendship that neither expects. However, Ianto is happily married and Jack is in the midst of planning his own wedding. How will they both cope when feelings start to stir?
A/N: This fic was inspired by Billy Paul’s Me and Mrs. Jones, which speaks of a relationship between the singer and someone else’s Mrs. Jones. Although I don't condone what he does, the raw longing is just irrisistable. Thus, a perfect backdrop to explore Jack and Ianto’s relationship.
And hey it is Torchwood’s Mr. Jones we are talking about, who wouldn't want a “thing going on” with him? The song is used liberally throughout this fic, with apologies to Billy Paul for changing it from Mrs. Jones to Mr. Jones.
Chapter count is 12 (excluding the prologue and the epilogue). Aiming to post a chapter a week (fingers crossed) as plot bunnies are evil. Please comment and constructive criticism is always welcome
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~Prologue~
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Ianto Jones hated weddings.
It wasn't so much the idea of marriage that turned him off. Rather it was the bloated spectacle that some people insisted on turning their wedding receptions into that made him dread attending them.
“You would think that they were organising a three ring circus rather than a ceremony to show their commitment to each other,” he had once commented darkly to his wife Lisa, who had just laughed and batted him on the shoulder.
His own wedding had been simple to the point of being a non-event. It had consisted of no more than a handful of family members and friends gathered outside Cardiff’s town hall one sunny Saturday afternoon. He remembered fidgeting uncomfortably in his best blue suit and being hopelessly smitten with Lisa in a simple white dress, which set off her chocolate skin.
Two years on, Ianto was still devoted with his wife but wearing suits had become second nature to him given his current job.
“At least I don't have a problem when it comes to wondering what to wear to these things,” he smiled inwardly as he flicked a spot of lint off the sleeves of his suit and tightened the knot of his gunmetal blue tie.
“Ianto Jones stop dallying, we are already late,” Lisa chided him, tugging the corner of his jacket as she tried to hurry his steps towards the white marquee situated a few metres ahead of them.
Ianto obligingly quickened his pace but judging by the number of people milling outside the tent - no doubt enjoying the rare balmy July evening -, he correctly guessed that the bride and groom had yet to arrive at the reception.
However, he could hardly blame Lisa for being nervous about the time. After all, this was her boss who was getting married. A man who commanded so much respect at the hospital Lisa worked at that he was more commonly known as The Doctor.
At the same time though, he wasn't keen on scuffing the shoes he had so painstakingly polished that morning.
“Slow down Lisa, I know you admire the Doctor but there is no way he would get upset at his favourite nurse for being a few minutes late,” Ianto said as he deftly avoided a puddle.
While Lisa did not loosen her grip on Ianto’s clothing, she did manage to shoot her husband a small smile.
“Thank you for coming with me by the way, I know you hate socialising at these things,” she said. Ianto shrugged.
“The open bar helps,” he smirked at the horrified look that flitted over his wife’s face. She opened her mouth to reprimand him only to be interrupted by a colleague who had obviously started the celebrations early.
“Glad to see you and your husband here,” she slurred, clutching Lisa close to her terrifyingly heaving cleavage. “Lovely weather we are having eh?”
Ianto swore he could light a fire from the alcohol fumes emanating from the woman. He quickly shook her hand, sidestepping her attempt to hug him as well.
“Brilliant weather for a party,” he replied, pasting a beatific smile on his face.
God he fucking hated weddings.
***
Jack Harkness loved weddings.
Free-flow champagne, pointless small talk and inebriated dancing all formed the perfect backdrop for his over-the-top charming personality and risqué - yet somehow inoffensive - anecdotes.
Plus, he knew looked damn good in a tuxedo. A fact that badly irked his fiancée Gwen Cooper. Not that she would admit it, but she could easily understand why so many people were enraptured by Jack from the minute he flashed that megawatt smile.
After all, she was hardly immune. She was marrying the cheeky bugger wasn't she?
“So I said, why don't you marry the horse?” Jack finished his tale of a vicar and his livestock to uproarious laughter from the gaggle of onlookers surrounding him. It was all Gwen could do to stop rolling her eyes as the story never struck her as particularly funny.
“Jack, we should go say hello to the bride and groom,” said Gwen, unable to keep the relief out of her voice as she spotted the doctor and his new wife joining the festivities.
Jack nodded and offered her his arm in a gentlemanly gesture that inexplicably made her heart turn over. She didn't even bother to stifle the pride she felt at the admiring glances that people were throwing their way.
“Glad to see you Jack,” said the Doctor, throwing his arms around his old friend.
“Congratulations Doctor, Rose. You look lovely as always,’ Jack said earnestly as he hugged the petite blond woman. “If he hadn’t snapped you up, I would have,” Jack winked and then winced as Gwen discretely punched him in the kidney.
“Always the flatter aren’t you Jack,” Rose replied fondly. “When is it your turn?”
“We haven’t set a date yet, but it will be soon,” Jack said putting his arm around his fiancée’s shoulder.
“Sometime this century at least,” Gwen only half-teased. But Jack didn't seem to acknowledge her hint as he quickly rejoined his group of admirers. Gwen sighed and shook her head.
“Bloody Jack Harkness. Ah well, I wouldn't have him any other way I guess,” she thought as she reached for his hand. She smiled though when she felt him give her the briefest squeeze back.
***
Ianto leaned against the bar and nursed his beer, calculating how quick of an escape he could make from what was shaping up to be his own personal version of hell. Lisa had all but abandoned him, choosing instead to catch up on gossip with ex-colleagues and he was tired of fending off drunk bridesmaids and groomsmen.
“Maybe I could fake some kind of ailment,” he mused and quickly shook his head as he realised that particular ploy wouldn't work at an event made up mostly of medical staff.
Ianto was gradually inching away from another hopeful young thing that wanted his attention when a distinctively dirty laugh from halfway across the room caught his attention.
Ianto never really noticed other men but it was hard to ignore this one. If his height and the confident swagger in his shoulders didn't set him apart, the American accent did. He was handsome, there was no doubt, but it was his eyes that Ianto noticed the most. Even from where he was standing, Ianto could see how startlingly blue they were.
And suddenly those blue eyes met his and it was all Ianto could do not to drop his drink and avert his gaze.
But it wasn't that easy to unnerve Ianto. Even though he was deeply embarrassed to have been caught staring at another guy, he wasn't going to show it and give the American the pleasure of knowing how close he was to ruffling him.
Instead, Ianto casually tipped his glass in the other man’s direction and turned to find Lisa. He allowed himself a smile of quiet satisfaction when he felt the American’s gaze bore into the back of his head.
Now if he could only stop his heart from pounding like a jackhammer. Fuck.
***
Despite his outwardly cavalier attitude when it came to his looks, Jack knew when he was being checked out. It was almost a reflex for him to note how many people undressed him in their minds when he strode into a room.
So it was easy to pick out the young man by the bar that had been staring at him for longer than was absolutely necessary.
While giving the impression that he was listening to the story that the head of neonatal surgery was telling him, Jack gave his observer a quick once over. He noted the slim build under the impeccably fitted suit, grey-blue eyes that matched his tie and strong jawline.
When Jack held his gaze though, he had expected the other man to blush and break eye contact, as most men would have given the circumstances. Hence why he was slightly knocked for a loop when he got a reply that could have only been described as cocky.
“What are you staring at Jack?” Jack snapped back to attention at Gwen’s voice, immediately picking up the dangerous undercurrent beneath it.
“Wondering when they are going to serve dinner sweetheart,” he smoothly replied, kissing her on the forehead. “Dance?”
“Sure,” Gwen said allowing him to lead her to the partially full dance floor. As he and Gwen swayed to the music, Jack closed his eyes and promptly pushed any thoughts of the young man out of his head.
Even if he did have a nice ass. Shit.
***
Chapter One
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: JackxIanto (main)
Rating: NC17
Type: Alternate Universe
Spoilers/Warnings: There be weddings and smex in later chapters?
Disclaimers: Everything is copyrighted to the BBC. Nothing belongs to me……although I really want it to.
Summary: What begins as a fleeting look at a wedding between Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones soon develops into a deep friendship that neither expects. However, Ianto is happily married and Jack is in the midst of planning his own wedding. How will they both cope when feelings start to stir?
A/N: This fic was inspired by Billy Paul’s Me and Mrs. Jones, which speaks of a relationship between the singer and someone else’s Mrs. Jones. Although I don't condone what he does, the raw longing is just irrisistable. Thus, a perfect backdrop to explore Jack and Ianto’s relationship.
And hey it is Torchwood’s Mr. Jones we are talking about, who wouldn't want a “thing going on” with him? The song is used liberally throughout this fic, with apologies to Billy Paul for changing it from Mrs. Jones to Mr. Jones.
Chapter count is 12 (excluding the prologue and the epilogue). Aiming to post a chapter a week (fingers crossed) as plot bunnies are evil. Please comment and constructive criticism is always welcome
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~Prologue~
***
Ianto Jones hated weddings.
It wasn't so much the idea of marriage that turned him off. Rather it was the bloated spectacle that some people insisted on turning their wedding receptions into that made him dread attending them.
“You would think that they were organising a three ring circus rather than a ceremony to show their commitment to each other,” he had once commented darkly to his wife Lisa, who had just laughed and batted him on the shoulder.
His own wedding had been simple to the point of being a non-event. It had consisted of no more than a handful of family members and friends gathered outside Cardiff’s town hall one sunny Saturday afternoon. He remembered fidgeting uncomfortably in his best blue suit and being hopelessly smitten with Lisa in a simple white dress, which set off her chocolate skin.
Two years on, Ianto was still devoted with his wife but wearing suits had become second nature to him given his current job.
“At least I don't have a problem when it comes to wondering what to wear to these things,” he smiled inwardly as he flicked a spot of lint off the sleeves of his suit and tightened the knot of his gunmetal blue tie.
“Ianto Jones stop dallying, we are already late,” Lisa chided him, tugging the corner of his jacket as she tried to hurry his steps towards the white marquee situated a few metres ahead of them.
Ianto obligingly quickened his pace but judging by the number of people milling outside the tent - no doubt enjoying the rare balmy July evening -, he correctly guessed that the bride and groom had yet to arrive at the reception.
However, he could hardly blame Lisa for being nervous about the time. After all, this was her boss who was getting married. A man who commanded so much respect at the hospital Lisa worked at that he was more commonly known as The Doctor.
At the same time though, he wasn't keen on scuffing the shoes he had so painstakingly polished that morning.
“Slow down Lisa, I know you admire the Doctor but there is no way he would get upset at his favourite nurse for being a few minutes late,” Ianto said as he deftly avoided a puddle.
While Lisa did not loosen her grip on Ianto’s clothing, she did manage to shoot her husband a small smile.
“Thank you for coming with me by the way, I know you hate socialising at these things,” she said. Ianto shrugged.
“The open bar helps,” he smirked at the horrified look that flitted over his wife’s face. She opened her mouth to reprimand him only to be interrupted by a colleague who had obviously started the celebrations early.
“Glad to see you and your husband here,” she slurred, clutching Lisa close to her terrifyingly heaving cleavage. “Lovely weather we are having eh?”
Ianto swore he could light a fire from the alcohol fumes emanating from the woman. He quickly shook her hand, sidestepping her attempt to hug him as well.
“Brilliant weather for a party,” he replied, pasting a beatific smile on his face.
God he fucking hated weddings.
***
Jack Harkness loved weddings.
Free-flow champagne, pointless small talk and inebriated dancing all formed the perfect backdrop for his over-the-top charming personality and risqué - yet somehow inoffensive - anecdotes.
Plus, he knew looked damn good in a tuxedo. A fact that badly irked his fiancée Gwen Cooper. Not that she would admit it, but she could easily understand why so many people were enraptured by Jack from the minute he flashed that megawatt smile.
After all, she was hardly immune. She was marrying the cheeky bugger wasn't she?
“So I said, why don't you marry the horse?” Jack finished his tale of a vicar and his livestock to uproarious laughter from the gaggle of onlookers surrounding him. It was all Gwen could do to stop rolling her eyes as the story never struck her as particularly funny.
“Jack, we should go say hello to the bride and groom,” said Gwen, unable to keep the relief out of her voice as she spotted the doctor and his new wife joining the festivities.
Jack nodded and offered her his arm in a gentlemanly gesture that inexplicably made her heart turn over. She didn't even bother to stifle the pride she felt at the admiring glances that people were throwing their way.
“Glad to see you Jack,” said the Doctor, throwing his arms around his old friend.
“Congratulations Doctor, Rose. You look lovely as always,’ Jack said earnestly as he hugged the petite blond woman. “If he hadn’t snapped you up, I would have,” Jack winked and then winced as Gwen discretely punched him in the kidney.
“Always the flatter aren’t you Jack,” Rose replied fondly. “When is it your turn?”
“We haven’t set a date yet, but it will be soon,” Jack said putting his arm around his fiancée’s shoulder.
“Sometime this century at least,” Gwen only half-teased. But Jack didn't seem to acknowledge her hint as he quickly rejoined his group of admirers. Gwen sighed and shook her head.
“Bloody Jack Harkness. Ah well, I wouldn't have him any other way I guess,” she thought as she reached for his hand. She smiled though when she felt him give her the briefest squeeze back.
***
Ianto leaned against the bar and nursed his beer, calculating how quick of an escape he could make from what was shaping up to be his own personal version of hell. Lisa had all but abandoned him, choosing instead to catch up on gossip with ex-colleagues and he was tired of fending off drunk bridesmaids and groomsmen.
“Maybe I could fake some kind of ailment,” he mused and quickly shook his head as he realised that particular ploy wouldn't work at an event made up mostly of medical staff.
Ianto was gradually inching away from another hopeful young thing that wanted his attention when a distinctively dirty laugh from halfway across the room caught his attention.
Ianto never really noticed other men but it was hard to ignore this one. If his height and the confident swagger in his shoulders didn't set him apart, the American accent did. He was handsome, there was no doubt, but it was his eyes that Ianto noticed the most. Even from where he was standing, Ianto could see how startlingly blue they were.
And suddenly those blue eyes met his and it was all Ianto could do not to drop his drink and avert his gaze.
But it wasn't that easy to unnerve Ianto. Even though he was deeply embarrassed to have been caught staring at another guy, he wasn't going to show it and give the American the pleasure of knowing how close he was to ruffling him.
Instead, Ianto casually tipped his glass in the other man’s direction and turned to find Lisa. He allowed himself a smile of quiet satisfaction when he felt the American’s gaze bore into the back of his head.
Now if he could only stop his heart from pounding like a jackhammer. Fuck.
***
Despite his outwardly cavalier attitude when it came to his looks, Jack knew when he was being checked out. It was almost a reflex for him to note how many people undressed him in their minds when he strode into a room.
So it was easy to pick out the young man by the bar that had been staring at him for longer than was absolutely necessary.
While giving the impression that he was listening to the story that the head of neonatal surgery was telling him, Jack gave his observer a quick once over. He noted the slim build under the impeccably fitted suit, grey-blue eyes that matched his tie and strong jawline.
When Jack held his gaze though, he had expected the other man to blush and break eye contact, as most men would have given the circumstances. Hence why he was slightly knocked for a loop when he got a reply that could have only been described as cocky.
“What are you staring at Jack?” Jack snapped back to attention at Gwen’s voice, immediately picking up the dangerous undercurrent beneath it.
“Wondering when they are going to serve dinner sweetheart,” he smoothly replied, kissing her on the forehead. “Dance?”
“Sure,” Gwen said allowing him to lead her to the partially full dance floor. As he and Gwen swayed to the music, Jack closed his eyes and promptly pushed any thoughts of the young man out of his head.
Even if he did have a nice ass. Shit.
***
Chapter One