Fic: Give Me A Reason (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Give Me A Reason
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto has to cut loose... so where does he do that? Jack finds out.
Word Count: 2101
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended. Glory Box belongs to Portishead.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Inspired by Gareth and Blue Gillespie singing Portishead's Glory Box - I blame them because Gareth is fucking hot on stage and too good as a muse.
Jack had been watching Ianto on the CCTV. He'd been on edge all day, barking at everyone and snapping when anyone touched his filing. Heaven forbid anyone set foot near his archives, they lost their heads. Jack didn't know what to do. He tried to talk to him, but every time, Ianto just looked at him like he was a cornered animal, trapped and looking for a way out.
He told them all to take off for the night. Tosh wanted to stay and work on a project she had been toiling on for months. Jack was fine with that. Jack told her he'd be back in a few hours. She barely lifted her head as she nodded, muttering that she'd monitor the rift and call him if anything came up.
Jack hacked Ianto's GPS on his cell phone and tracked him on his wrist strap. He was at his flat. Jack sighed with relief and drove the SUV to his flat. He parked and was about to get out when he noticed that Ianto was out of the building. But he wasn't dressed like the Ianto Jones he knew. Gone were the three piece suit, with the neatly pressed dress shirt and matching tie, the fob chain stopwatch and the neatly styled hair.
No. This was closer to the first Ianto Jones Jack met. Well. Jeans at least. But not deep blue. Light blue. Faded. Ripped and well worn. They hung on his lean frame, showing how much weight he'd lost since the Lisa incident. His shirt was black, button up, at least that was consistent but short sleeved, not long. No tie in sight. The top buttons were undone, showing the smattering of hair on his chest and the necklace he wore under his shirt that only Jack knew he wore. No dress shoes on his feet. No, they were heavy boots.
And his hair. Jack swallowed hard. His hair was messy, curly a little. Like it was when he just got out of the shower and hadn't yet styled it for work. The hair Jack loved to see. The hair Jack loved that no one else got to see, only him. Suddenly Jack's eyes narrowed.
Was he out on the pull? Since when did Ianto go elsewhere when he needed something?
Jack couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Okay, so he hadn't given Ianto any indication that whatever this was between them was exclusive. Or anything other than a means to let off some steam... but wasn't that what he needed?
Narrowing his eyes, Jack started his car and followed Ianto as he got into his and pulled out, driving back into town and heading to a pub. Ianto parked down the street and walked up to what looked like a seedy bar. Jack followed him, staying a distance behind, not wanting to give away that he was there. He wanted to see if Ianto was in fact going elsewhere for his fulfilment. He wanted to know what it was that he couldn't give Ianto.
Ianto met up with three other men, shaking hands with them and knocking shoulders. Jack frowned. It was obvious that Ianto knew them, but how? They headed up a flight of stairs and Jack went to follow them.
“Sorry mate. That's a gig up there. You need a ticket for entry,” a burly security guard said, hand on Jack's arm.
Jack looked him up and down and was tempted to pull out his Torchwood ID and bust his way in, but thought better of it. “How much?”
“Tenner.” Jack silently handed over the ten pound note and was given a ticket in exchange. “Better hurry up. The boys just arrived, so the gig'll start in about twenty minutes.”
Jack nodded and made his way up the stairs. He handed over the ticket to the guard at the door at the stop of the stairs and was let into a room with a stage at one end, with a swelling crowd of people gathering in front of it. As he was fairly tall, Jack was able to see over the top of most people. He made his way over to the far wall, and leaned against it, impatiently waiting for the 'gig' to start. People came from no where to fill the room, the noise of people talking getting louder and louder. Jack found himself being swallowed by the crowd, as the room became dark and the lights on the stage came up.
“Hello everybody! Thanks for coming!”
Jack stood ramrod straight as he heard Ianto's voice over the microphone. He didn't hear the name of the band as he introduced themselves but apparently Ianto was in a band and how the fuck did that escape him? And where did he get that hat from? Because Jack had just discovered he had a new kink he didn't know he had.
He watched in awe as Ianto introduced a song that he'd never heard of, presumably one the band wrote themselves and suddenly music started. Ianto closed his eyes as his mouth opened and oh my god Jack thought as his cock started to swell in his pants. He knew that Ianto's accent did things to him he didn't want to tell people about, but Ianto singing?
He fidgeted in the spot, as the people around him started to sing along with Ianto, heads moving to the music. Fans obviously. As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted around him. Jack swallowed hard. Fuck, he was hard. All these women, these men, screaming at his man. Yes, his man. Song after song, it repeated. The crowd got louder and louder. Ianto was screaming himself hoarse in front of him, sweat pouring off him.
Fuck. It was hot. Jack wanted to just rip him off the stage and fuck him senseless.
Jack excused himself and moved forward until he was sure that Ianto saw him. He knew Ianto saw him, because Ianto's eyes widened. Jack stared at him. Ianto stared back, and then introduced their next song.
“Thank you... For the last song of the night, we're going to play another song now, a cover of Glory Box... what do we call it? Glory Snatch? I think we'll keep it Glory Box, Portishead might get a bit pissed at us... Anyway... here we go...”
I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other boys to play
For I've been tempted too long
Just...
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over and give us some fucking room
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
So don't you stop being a woman
Just take a little look from outside when you can
Show a little tenderness
No matter if you cry
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
For this is the beginning of forever and ever
It's time to move over...
From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers...
Jack never took his eyes off Ianto the entire time. Ianto yanked his eyes away from Jack.
“Thanks for coming everybody. That's it from us. Goodnight!”
He waved at everyone and he and the three other guys headed off the stage towards the back door. Jack followed him. A security guard went to stop him but Ianto waved him off.
“It's okay Kenny. Jack's with me.”
“You sure?” Kenny frowned.
“Yep.” Ianto offered Jack a small smile. “I'm sure.”
“You got it, Jonesy.” Kenny let Jack follow Ianto through the back door.
Before they got through the doorway, Ianto turned back to Jack, straightened his back and said, “Can it just... can it wait until we leave, sir? Please?” Jack just nodded once. “Thank you.”
Jack was a silent shadow as Ianto went over to his bandmates and talked about the gig, when the next rehearsal might be, and received payment for the gig from a lady who was with them. He waved at them before nodding to Jack and heading out the door and into the cool Cardiff night.
Jack managed to hold it in until they were outside before he exploded, waving his arm towards the pub they had just exited from. “What the fuck was that?”
Ianto smirked. “That was a gig, sir. Surely you must know that that is.”
“Since when are you in a band?” Jack asked, confused. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“Few months. Would you have come? Would you have listened? Were you interested in more than just my arse, Jack?” Ianto asked, turning to look at him wearily.
Jack was taken aback. “Ianto.”
His lover shook his head. “Doesn't matter.”
“No, it does! You think I don't care, and I do! When I saw you today at work, you wouldn't even talk to me. Do you know how that made me feel? Useless. Helpless. Untrusted. So I went to your place tonight to try and talk to you and when I get there, you come out of your flat looking like sex on legs... and can you blame me for thinking that you're going out looking to get some elsewhere? So I followed you. Here. And I go and find you in a band with screaming fans and believe me, I can't even begin to get my head around that, but more than that, do you know how much I wanted to pull you off that stage and fuck you senseless tonight?” Jack asked, his chest heaving at the end of his speech. “Fuck, Ianto, when you sang that last song...”
“I sang it to you,” he said softly, stepping forward.
“Ianto,” Jack whimpered, looking around. He grabbed Ianto's arm and pulled him around into the dark alley behind the pub. “Ianto... I can't wait... I have to suck you. Please, lemme suck you...”
“Jack...” Ianto whispered, and nodded unable to deny how much he wanted his lover. Being on stage was always an adrenaline rush, and having Jack in the crowd, knowing his secret, seeing his alter ego, was like having a doubt hit. He was hard all the way through the set. He didn't know how he got through singing Glory Box, which he always thought of as Jack's song.
Jack sank to his knees, and yanked and Ianto's belt, frantically pulling open the leather strap and ripping at the button and zipper to get at Ianto's cock. He groaned in appreciation when he pulled the hard organ out and licked a long wet stripe up the underside before swallowing him down whole. Ianto groaned and hit his head on the brick wall behind him. He moved his legs wider apart to steady himself as he gently thrust in and out of Jack's mouth, Jack sucking and curling his tongue around Ianto's cock.
“Oh Jack,” Ianto moaned, reaching down to run his fingers through his hair. He looked down at his lover and watched his dick slide in and out of his mouth. “Oh fuck,” he growled, feeling his balls tighten. “Fuck I'm going to come.”
Jack pressed him down holding him trapped in his throat and swallowing around him, tightening his muscles around Ianto's cock, drawing his orgasm out of him. Ianto groaned Jack's name as he came down Jack's throat.
“Jack,” Ianto panted, slumped against the wall. Jack stood up, and kissed him, fucking his mouth with his tongue. His release flooded his mouth as his tongue tangled with Jack's, and he fumbled with Jack's belt and pants to shove a hand into Jack's pants and underwear to grasp his cock and pump it as fast as he could until he felt the warm release of Jack's orgasm spread over his skin, Jacks arms tighten around him, his tongue reach deeper in his mouth, his moans louder and deeper in pitch, his pheromones wafting in the air, undeniable to anyone within a 10 foot radius. He ended the kiss. “Give me a reason, Jack,” he whispered.
“I need you,” Jack whispered back.
Ianto kissed him. “Okay.”
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto has to cut loose... so where does he do that? Jack finds out.
Word Count: 2101
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended. Glory Box belongs to Portishead.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Inspired by Gareth and Blue Gillespie singing Portishead's Glory Box - I blame them because Gareth is fucking hot on stage and too good as a muse.
Jack had been watching Ianto on the CCTV. He'd been on edge all day, barking at everyone and snapping when anyone touched his filing. Heaven forbid anyone set foot near his archives, they lost their heads. Jack didn't know what to do. He tried to talk to him, but every time, Ianto just looked at him like he was a cornered animal, trapped and looking for a way out.
He told them all to take off for the night. Tosh wanted to stay and work on a project she had been toiling on for months. Jack was fine with that. Jack told her he'd be back in a few hours. She barely lifted her head as she nodded, muttering that she'd monitor the rift and call him if anything came up.
Jack hacked Ianto's GPS on his cell phone and tracked him on his wrist strap. He was at his flat. Jack sighed with relief and drove the SUV to his flat. He parked and was about to get out when he noticed that Ianto was out of the building. But he wasn't dressed like the Ianto Jones he knew. Gone were the three piece suit, with the neatly pressed dress shirt and matching tie, the fob chain stopwatch and the neatly styled hair.
No. This was closer to the first Ianto Jones Jack met. Well. Jeans at least. But not deep blue. Light blue. Faded. Ripped and well worn. They hung on his lean frame, showing how much weight he'd lost since the Lisa incident. His shirt was black, button up, at least that was consistent but short sleeved, not long. No tie in sight. The top buttons were undone, showing the smattering of hair on his chest and the necklace he wore under his shirt that only Jack knew he wore. No dress shoes on his feet. No, they were heavy boots.
And his hair. Jack swallowed hard. His hair was messy, curly a little. Like it was when he just got out of the shower and hadn't yet styled it for work. The hair Jack loved to see. The hair Jack loved that no one else got to see, only him. Suddenly Jack's eyes narrowed.
Was he out on the pull? Since when did Ianto go elsewhere when he needed something?
Jack couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Okay, so he hadn't given Ianto any indication that whatever this was between them was exclusive. Or anything other than a means to let off some steam... but wasn't that what he needed?
Narrowing his eyes, Jack started his car and followed Ianto as he got into his and pulled out, driving back into town and heading to a pub. Ianto parked down the street and walked up to what looked like a seedy bar. Jack followed him, staying a distance behind, not wanting to give away that he was there. He wanted to see if Ianto was in fact going elsewhere for his fulfilment. He wanted to know what it was that he couldn't give Ianto.
Ianto met up with three other men, shaking hands with them and knocking shoulders. Jack frowned. It was obvious that Ianto knew them, but how? They headed up a flight of stairs and Jack went to follow them.
“Sorry mate. That's a gig up there. You need a ticket for entry,” a burly security guard said, hand on Jack's arm.
Jack looked him up and down and was tempted to pull out his Torchwood ID and bust his way in, but thought better of it. “How much?”
“Tenner.” Jack silently handed over the ten pound note and was given a ticket in exchange. “Better hurry up. The boys just arrived, so the gig'll start in about twenty minutes.”
Jack nodded and made his way up the stairs. He handed over the ticket to the guard at the door at the stop of the stairs and was let into a room with a stage at one end, with a swelling crowd of people gathering in front of it. As he was fairly tall, Jack was able to see over the top of most people. He made his way over to the far wall, and leaned against it, impatiently waiting for the 'gig' to start. People came from no where to fill the room, the noise of people talking getting louder and louder. Jack found himself being swallowed by the crowd, as the room became dark and the lights on the stage came up.
“Hello everybody! Thanks for coming!”
Jack stood ramrod straight as he heard Ianto's voice over the microphone. He didn't hear the name of the band as he introduced themselves but apparently Ianto was in a band and how the fuck did that escape him? And where did he get that hat from? Because Jack had just discovered he had a new kink he didn't know he had.
He watched in awe as Ianto introduced a song that he'd never heard of, presumably one the band wrote themselves and suddenly music started. Ianto closed his eyes as his mouth opened and oh my god Jack thought as his cock started to swell in his pants. He knew that Ianto's accent did things to him he didn't want to tell people about, but Ianto singing?
He fidgeted in the spot, as the people around him started to sing along with Ianto, heads moving to the music. Fans obviously. As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted around him. Jack swallowed hard. Fuck, he was hard. All these women, these men, screaming at his man. Yes, his man. Song after song, it repeated. The crowd got louder and louder. Ianto was screaming himself hoarse in front of him, sweat pouring off him.
Fuck. It was hot. Jack wanted to just rip him off the stage and fuck him senseless.
Jack excused himself and moved forward until he was sure that Ianto saw him. He knew Ianto saw him, because Ianto's eyes widened. Jack stared at him. Ianto stared back, and then introduced their next song.
“Thank you... For the last song of the night, we're going to play another song now, a cover of Glory Box... what do we call it? Glory Snatch? I think we'll keep it Glory Box, Portishead might get a bit pissed at us... Anyway... here we go...”
I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other boys to play
For I've been tempted too long
Just...
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over and give us some fucking room
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
So don't you stop being a woman
Just take a little look from outside when you can
Show a little tenderness
No matter if you cry
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a man
For this is the beginning of forever and ever
It's time to move over...
From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers...
Jack never took his eyes off Ianto the entire time. Ianto yanked his eyes away from Jack.
“Thanks for coming everybody. That's it from us. Goodnight!”
He waved at everyone and he and the three other guys headed off the stage towards the back door. Jack followed him. A security guard went to stop him but Ianto waved him off.
“It's okay Kenny. Jack's with me.”
“You sure?” Kenny frowned.
“Yep.” Ianto offered Jack a small smile. “I'm sure.”
“You got it, Jonesy.” Kenny let Jack follow Ianto through the back door.
Before they got through the doorway, Ianto turned back to Jack, straightened his back and said, “Can it just... can it wait until we leave, sir? Please?” Jack just nodded once. “Thank you.”
Jack was a silent shadow as Ianto went over to his bandmates and talked about the gig, when the next rehearsal might be, and received payment for the gig from a lady who was with them. He waved at them before nodding to Jack and heading out the door and into the cool Cardiff night.
Jack managed to hold it in until they were outside before he exploded, waving his arm towards the pub they had just exited from. “What the fuck was that?”
Ianto smirked. “That was a gig, sir. Surely you must know that that is.”
“Since when are you in a band?” Jack asked, confused. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“Few months. Would you have come? Would you have listened? Were you interested in more than just my arse, Jack?” Ianto asked, turning to look at him wearily.
Jack was taken aback. “Ianto.”
His lover shook his head. “Doesn't matter.”
“No, it does! You think I don't care, and I do! When I saw you today at work, you wouldn't even talk to me. Do you know how that made me feel? Useless. Helpless. Untrusted. So I went to your place tonight to try and talk to you and when I get there, you come out of your flat looking like sex on legs... and can you blame me for thinking that you're going out looking to get some elsewhere? So I followed you. Here. And I go and find you in a band with screaming fans and believe me, I can't even begin to get my head around that, but more than that, do you know how much I wanted to pull you off that stage and fuck you senseless tonight?” Jack asked, his chest heaving at the end of his speech. “Fuck, Ianto, when you sang that last song...”
“I sang it to you,” he said softly, stepping forward.
“Ianto,” Jack whimpered, looking around. He grabbed Ianto's arm and pulled him around into the dark alley behind the pub. “Ianto... I can't wait... I have to suck you. Please, lemme suck you...”
“Jack...” Ianto whispered, and nodded unable to deny how much he wanted his lover. Being on stage was always an adrenaline rush, and having Jack in the crowd, knowing his secret, seeing his alter ego, was like having a doubt hit. He was hard all the way through the set. He didn't know how he got through singing Glory Box, which he always thought of as Jack's song.
Jack sank to his knees, and yanked and Ianto's belt, frantically pulling open the leather strap and ripping at the button and zipper to get at Ianto's cock. He groaned in appreciation when he pulled the hard organ out and licked a long wet stripe up the underside before swallowing him down whole. Ianto groaned and hit his head on the brick wall behind him. He moved his legs wider apart to steady himself as he gently thrust in and out of Jack's mouth, Jack sucking and curling his tongue around Ianto's cock.
“Oh Jack,” Ianto moaned, reaching down to run his fingers through his hair. He looked down at his lover and watched his dick slide in and out of his mouth. “Oh fuck,” he growled, feeling his balls tighten. “Fuck I'm going to come.”
Jack pressed him down holding him trapped in his throat and swallowing around him, tightening his muscles around Ianto's cock, drawing his orgasm out of him. Ianto groaned Jack's name as he came down Jack's throat.
“Jack,” Ianto panted, slumped against the wall. Jack stood up, and kissed him, fucking his mouth with his tongue. His release flooded his mouth as his tongue tangled with Jack's, and he fumbled with Jack's belt and pants to shove a hand into Jack's pants and underwear to grasp his cock and pump it as fast as he could until he felt the warm release of Jack's orgasm spread over his skin, Jacks arms tighten around him, his tongue reach deeper in his mouth, his moans louder and deeper in pitch, his pheromones wafting in the air, undeniable to anyone within a 10 foot radius. He ended the kiss. “Give me a reason, Jack,” he whispered.
“I need you,” Jack whispered back.
Ianto kissed him. “Okay.”