Fic: Baby You Can Drive My Car (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17 Sequel)
Title: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: (The new) Doctor Who Season 4 Episode 2 The Fires of Pompeii
Summary: Ianto's 27th Birthday and Jack wants to repay the favour for Ianto's birthday surprise in Fly Me Away. Of course, Jack doesn't have Ianto's organisational skills, level of planning, and well... this is Torchwood. When does anything go to plan?
Word Count: 8247
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by kajmere Ianto/Jack Follow up to Fly Me Away Jack wants to surprise Ianto on his birthday, except he's never done this kind of thing before, so naturally everything goes wrong. Points for flustered/frustrated!jack and Ianto thinking this is the most adorable thing he's ever seen.
Jack sighed. It was Ianto's birthday on Tuesday and he had no idea what to do about it. For his 'birthday' earlier that year, Ianto had cooked him breakfast, then arranged a flight in a vintage aeroplane similar to the one he flew in the war in the 1940s before taking him out for dinner and giving him mind-blowing submissive sex. And cake! Chocolate birthday cake.
Jack had no idea how to return the favour.
He asked Owen, but he just clapped Jack on the back and said that Jack should have more idea about what Ianto liked than what Owen would. Gwen gushed about Jack being all romantic and suggested a candlelit dinner with chocolates and flowers and at all her suggestions even Jack raised an eyebrow and agreed with Tosh's emphatic shaking of her head behind Gwen's back. They were much too feminine and ostentatious for Ianto's liking. Tosh had plenty of things to rule out, but no suggestions of what to do.
He went back to his office and collapsed into his seat.
Ianto came into his office with a mug of steaming coffee and a plate of cookies. “Here you are sir. Coffee and a snack.”
“Thanks, Ianto,” Jack smiled and pulled Ianto down onto his lap.
“Oh! Okay,” Ianto chuckled but allowed Jack to hold him for a moment and rest his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “You seem lost in thought. Anything I can help you with?”
If only! Jack thought. He could use Ianto's expertise on such matters, but, “No. I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Thanks for asking.”
Ianto sat there a moment longer before he said, “Jack, you have to let me go now.”
“Why?”
“Because I have things to do and you have that meeting with Colonel-”
“Oh God. Not Colonel Sanders.”
Ianto stood up and turned to face his lover with a smile. “I believe he goes by Colonel Mace, sir. And he looks nothing like Colonel Sanders.”
“No but he's as intelligent as a fried chicken,” Jack muttered petulantly as he selected a biscuit and bit into it.
“Ten minutes and then you have to go,” Ianto reminded him as he made his way out.
Jack munched on his biscuit and tried to think of the perfect present for the man who had just walked out of his office. By the time he left for his meeting, he was just as clueless as he was before he sat down.
~*~
When Jack returned to the Hub, he was in his office sorting through his mail when Owen walked in and slammed down a folded newspaper on his paperwork.
“O-kay. What's this?” Jack asked.
“This is me saving your sexlife, Jack Harkness, and don't you forget it,” Owen said smugly, folding his arms over his chest as he smirked.
“By giving me The Western Mail?” Jack asked skeptically, looking up at Owen.
Owen pointed a finger on what he'd circled. “There's a local theatre showing classic James Bond films. We all know Teaboy has a hardon for 007, he quotes the bloody films enough when he thinks none of us can hear him. Reckon he'd love going to that.”
“You think he'd go for that? I mean... it's just a movie.” Jack sighed. “Owen, he organised a flight with a vintage 1941 fighter jet.”
“Jack. You've got to admit, you're one for grand gestures and quite frankly mate, you're not exactly the most subtle person on Earth. Ianto, on the other hand...”
Jack nodded. “Ianto doesn't like to make a fuss.”
“Ianto doesn't like us knowing about the two of you.”
Jack shook his head. “No, he doesn't like you talking about the two of us. He likes you knowing about it just fine.”
Owen raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that mate?”
Jack blinked. Well now. It wasn't like they talked about it. They never talked about it. Ianto didn't talk about his feelings. He was very insecure about the cake he'd gotten Jack for his birthday, not knowing how he'd react to it. Of course, Jack was thrilled. Why wouldn't he be? Ianto had gone out of his way to do something extravagant, something special, just for him. They'd gone on a romantic dinner. In public. As a couple. It wasn't something they did often but they did do it when the rift permitted.
“Trust me Jack. Take him to the Bond movie marathon. Dinner, movie, get him a cake, maybe a gift card to his favourite tailor.” Owen patted Jack's arm and left his office, giving him something to think about.
He liked the idea, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't big enough.
~*~
Jack decided that he would do something similar to what Ianto had done for him... but with a James Bond twist. Ianto's favourite Bond book was From Russia, With Love, so he found a rental car agency that hired out a 1933 Bentley/Rolls Royce convertible. The exorbitant price tag didn't matter, as long as it was British racing green. The booking agent assured him it looked exactly like the “Bond car”.
That arranged, he had to figure out where to drive it. The only place he could think of was out to the Brecon Beacons, but he didn't think Ianto would appreciate going back there. He groaned and hit his head down on his desk. How could it be so hard to give someone a great birthday? It couldn't possibly be so hard.
He would put together a picnic but he couldn't cook. He wondered if Rhys would put something together for him? Picking up the phone, he dialled Rhys' mobile number.
“Hello?”
“Rhys! Just the man I was after.”
“Harkness. What's wrong!? Is Gwen-”
“Nothing's wrong. Gwen's fine! I promise.”
“Oh thank God. It's just, whenever one of you lot call it's usually bad news.” Rhys started to chuckle.
“Well, this time it's more of a favour?” Jack asked.
“I'm not going to have to go driving any lorries to pick up any aliens again am I? 'Cause I promised Gwennie-”
“No, no! Nothing like that. I... it's Ianto's birthday on Tuesday.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, and I was thinking about taking him on a picnic?” Rhys hummed. “What? You don't think that's a good idea?”
“Well. Ianto's a bloke in'he?”
“Yeah,” Jack deflated. “I know he's a guy. I'm well aware he's a guy. It's not like I'm getting him roses and jewellery.”
“I don't suppose he's a rugby and beer type of bloke then, is he?” Rhys laughed.
Jack rubbed the back of neck. “Actually he's more the James Bond and beer type of guy. He's quiet, and unassuming. He won't tell you what he wants, it's like he expects you to read his frigging mind.”
Rhys chuckled. “Sounds like you're a little frustrated there, Jack.”
“A little?” Jack sighed. “I don't know what I'm doing here, Rhys. I've never done this before! Gwen was no help whatsoever, Tosh just ruled out nearly everything, Owen said I should take him to a Bond marathon at a dingy theatre and get him a gift card. I can't do that. I can't just get him something small when he went above and beyond my wildest dreams for my birthday this year and let me tell you, I have some pretty wild dreams.”
“Yeah, well, tempting as it is, I don't need to hear about them, right?” Rhys drew in a deep breath and let it go. “Look, from what I've seen of that young man of yours, he don't like much fuss, yeah? I think Owen's right. You go too big and outrageous, and he won't appreciate it.”
“But he-”
“He's not you, Jack.”
Jack groaned. “Yeah. You're right. Well. I hired a 1933 Bentley, the same car from his favourite James Bond book?”
“See! Now that shows you paid attention to him.”
Jack perked up at the encouragement. “Okay. So I was thinking of us driving … well, somewhere, and having lunch or something.”
“Why don't you take him to Stackpole Estate? Heard it's real nice there. It's owned by the National Trust. It's only about 2 hours drive from here.”
“Rhys, you're a genius. Here I was thinking I was going to have to take him back to the Brecon Beacons again and that was something I didn't want to do.”
“Aliens?”
“No worse. Cannibals. Listen, you wouldn't be able to make up a picnic lunch would you? I'd be more than happy to give Gwen some money to reimburse you whatever it costs.”
“Oh now hang on Jack...”
“Oh please Rhys! We're always eating take out. I can't cook for anything, and besides, there's no kitchen here. If I try and use his kitchen in his flat, he'll know something's up and I wanted this to be a surprise.” Jack wasn't above begging. He was desperate.
“I'm not baking.”
“I'll buy a cake. Not a problem.”
Rhys sighed. “Oh go on then. For Ianto. Anything he doesn't eat?”
Jack grinned. They discussed a menu, deciding to keep it as simple as possible. Jack would be responsible for picking up the birthday cake and … should he get wine? They would be driving. Probably not a great idea. Ianto would more than likely prefer beer anyway. Again, driving. He'd need a blanket, for the picnic. And a cake.
He hung up from Rhys and picked up his jacket - he needed to head to a bakery. There was taste testing to be done.
~*~
The night before Ianto's birthday, he sent Ianto home early. Ianto frowned, but went anyway after asking five times if Jack was sure he didn't need anything else. Jack assured him that he was sending everyone else home too, and that he'd see him in the morning. Once he was gone, Jack told Gwen, Owen and Tosh that he and Ianto were taking the following day off, no questions asked. Whatever came up, short of aliens invading Earth, they were to handle everything.
Saluting their agreement, they filed out, leaving Jack alone in the Hub. He sighed and looked around. He could make it through one night, right?
~*~
He made it until 2am before he caved and headed to Ianto's flat. He picked the lock and closed the door behind him. He made sure the door was locked again before he carefully made his way in the dark to Ianto's room. He knew the flat like the back of his hand, but it didn't prevent him from walking into the kitchen counter, a chair and the wall.
It was the clicking of a glock loading that made Jack's head whirl around and come in contact with the barrel of Ianto's weapon.
“Move and I'll pull the trigger,” Ianto growled sleepily.
“Yan, it's me,” Jack hissed.
“Jack?” The gun was removed immediately but Ianto's bedroom light suddenly blinded him, causing him to wince. “What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?”
“I couldn't sleep without you,” Jack said. He held a hand up to shield the light from his eyes.
“So you broke into my flat?” Ianto asked as he disengaged his firearm and ejected the clip. Ianto flipped the light switch and stumbled back to bed, dumping his weapon in the open beside drawer and pushed it shut. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“Get undressed and get in bed.”
Jack did as he was told, but not before bruising his shin on the end of Ianto's bed and nearly breaking his neck when his feet got caught up in his trousers.
“It's really not your night, is it?” Ianto mused sleepily as Jack flopped into his bed.
“I've had better,” Jack admitted, as Ianto curled up beside him and fell asleep on his shoulder almost immediately. Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's forehead. “Happy birthday.”
“Mmm,” was the only reply he got.
Jack pulled up the covers, breathed in Ianto's slightly sweaty scent and smiled as he closed his eyes. Now he could sleep.
~*~
“Jack,” Ianto shook his shoulder. “Jack wake up.”
Jack opened his eyes. “Huh? What?”
“We're going to be late if you don't get out of bed soon,” Ianto said as he fastened his watch strap.
Jack sat upright. “What? No!” He took in his younger lover who was already dressed in suit pants and a deep purple business shirt, buttoned and tucked neatly into his pants. His matching tie hung loosely around his neck.
Ianto looked at him. “Yes. It's nearly six.”
“No! No, no, no! This is all wrong!” Jack rubbed his eyes. He sighed. “Come here,” He reached out for Ianto.
“Jack we don't have time-”
“I'm pretty sure your boss won't be mad if you're late in this morning,” Jack started when he tried to pull Ianto down on the bed. He wouldn't budge so Jack put a finger against his lips. “Besides. He's given you the day off.”
Ianto frowned. “What? Why?”
“Because... you deserve one?” Jack offered, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
Ianto eyed him warily. “I deserve one?”
“Of course. We both do. You've been working longer hours than anyone else lately so you get today off,” Jack nodded. “So get undressed and come back to bed.” Ianto didn't move. Jack knelt up on the bed, letting the sheets fall away from his naked body. “What do I have to do to entice you back into this bed?”
Ianto's gaze swept over Jack's body. His resolve was weakening as Jack tugged on his tie and undid the knot, pulling the silk from around his neck and tossing it back over his shoulder.
“We really don't have to be at work early?”
Jack grinned, his hand slid up Ianto's neck to pull his head down. “We don't have to be in at all.” He pressed his lips to Ianto's and ran his tongue along the seam of Ianto's lips. Ianto opened up, and let Jack in. Jack took advantage and kissed him thoroughly. Ianto swayed forward, his hands gripped Jack's shoulders to brace himself. Jack pulled at Ianto's shirt, wrinkling it as he scrunched it up Ianto's torso.
“Jack...” Ianto gasped for breath and Jack peppered kisses across his cheek, down his neck and nipped at his collar.
“Too many clothes, Mr Jones,” Jack grumbled, his fingers fumbling with Ianto's shirt. Impatience got the better of him and he pulled the shirt open, buttons flying. Ianto captured Jack's mouth before he could apologise, and tried to get the shirt off his arms. Instead his hands got caught in the cuffs.
“Fuck,” Ianto pulled back and frowned, frustrated and annoyed at his shirt.
“C'mere. Give me you wrist.” Ianto thrust his hand at Jack, who quickly undid the cuff, then the other, and pushed the shirt off Ianto and onto the floor. “Better?” His young lover nodded, and captured his face between his hands while Jack started on his pants. Ianto kissed him deeply, relentlessly, as Jack pushed his trousers and underwear down, exposing him completely.
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist and pulled him against his body, Ianto falling down causing them to tumble into a pile onto the bed. Laughing huskily, Ianto kicked out of his pants and crawled over Jack, who wriggled his way back onto the bed a little further.
“Well, Jack, since my boss seems to have given me the morning off, for some reason that is still eluding me-”
“Oh not just the morning,” Jack interrupted, “the whole day.”
“The day?” Jack nodded. “Impossible.”
Jack smirked. “You underestimate me?”
“No, I-”
“You underestimate our team?”
Ianto leaned down to press a kiss to Jack's lips. “I think you underestimate our luck.”
“Today is going to be awesome, Ianto. You just wait and see.”
“Uh huh,” Ianto looked unconvinced.
“Well. It didn't exactly start the way I planned.”
Ianto bushed Jack's bed hair back from his face. “How did you have it planned?”
“I was planning on waking you up with a blowjob, and then while you were in the shower, I was going to attempt to cook you breakfast.”
Ianto smiled. “Well, thank God we can skip a call to the emergency services.”
“Hey!”
“You said something about a blowjob?” Ianto asked, an eyebrow raised.
Jack immediately rolled them over and slid down, open mouthed kisses trailing his way down Ianto's body. Ianto squirmed and writhed beneath him, his hands twisted in the sheets in response to Jack's ministrations on his skin. He paid special attention to each of Ianto's nipples, soothing each bite and resulting sting with his tongue. Ianto's hips thrust up and his lengthening cock rubbed against Jack's. Groans echoed around the room. Jack rocked down on Ianto, his own hard cock jumped, precome lubricating the friction.
“Jack...”
Ianto brought his legs up, his feet flat on the bed, his knees framing Jack. He then lifted a foot and rubbed it over Jack's back. Jack's kisses moved further south, along his pelvis, the crease of his leg and finally, finally Jack licked a long stripe from root to tip along the bottom of his cock. Ianto lost his breath. Jack opened his mouth and swallowed him down, his throat tightened and loosened wetly around him deliciously. Ianto gasped for air and jackknifed up, then fell back on his elbows to watch.
“Jack,” he groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly. Jack made a loud sound muffled by the thick organ in his mouth, causing his throat to vibrate around Ianto's cock. Ianto shuddered and thrust again, his head falling back. “Fuck, Jack, so good.” Jack's hands worked their way under his arse, and encouraged him to move up and back. Ianto took the hint and continued to carefully fuck his lover's mouth, hissing at the sensations. “Fuck Jack, so wet, to tight, your mouth, it's like it's made for my cock...” Ianto stretched back and pulled open the nightstand. He felt around for the tube of lube and found it, flipped the cap open, and squirted some out on his fingers. “Get your arse up here, Jack.”
Jack looked up and saw his glistening fingers. He pulled off Ianto's cock, and scrambled to turn around into a 69 position, his knees on either side of Ianto's head. Ianto returned the favour, his tongue lapped at the liquid that dripped down Jack's cock. While Jack returned to sucking on Ianto's cock, Ianto's tongue lapped down over Jack's balls to his perineum, teasing it repeatedly. Jack moaned loudly, and Ianto's cock slid deeper into his throat. In response, Ianto traced the length of Jack's open crack with his slick fingers, the tip of his fore finger caught on the rim of his hole. Jack pushed back and fucked himself on Ianto's finger.
Jack pulled off Ianto's cock again and groaned again. “Fuck, Ianto, so good...” Ianto added another finger, pushed in hard and fast. Jack pushed back, his head thrown back. “Fuck me, please...” he begged. Ianto scrambled out from under Jack, and fumbled with the lube to slick himself up.
And then Jack's phone rang.
“NO!” he yelled. Ianto rested his head down on Jack's lower back. The phone kept ringing. Then Ianto's phone rang. “No!”
“We can't ignore them, sir,” Ianto mumbled as he pulled his fingers out of Jack and reached for his phone.
Jack leaned down over the side of the bed for his pants and found his phone, while Ianto turned and reached for his.
“WHAT?!” he barked into the phone.
“Sorry Jack,” Gwen sounded really apologetic on the phone. “I know you said not to call you unless it was an emergency but-”
“Have any of you died?”
“No, but-”
“Has there been a gas leak?”
“No, but-”
“Is Her Royal Highness on her way to the Hub as we speak?”
“No, Jack, but-”
“Then what could possibly be so important?”
“Uh. Well... there's a giant rock type man who's kind of like made of lava and Jack, we have no idea what to do but he's currently setting fire to Splott!”
Ianto hung up his phone and tossed it at the pillows. “It's always fucking Splott,” he muttered as he got off the bed and stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Jack sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Give me five minutes.” He hung up and stared at the closed phone.
The day was so not going the way he planned it.
~*~
Neither Jack or Ianto were in a great mood by the time they got to the location where Owen and Gwen were - which wasn't hard to find given the billowing grey smoke and sirens from the fire engines. Tosh was back at the Hub frantically manning the the computers.
“What have we got?” Jack ground out as when he and Ianto reached the others. They'd already been grilled three times on their way in and Jack was not in the mood to deal with any more bureaucratic bullshit. Gwen showed him a picture Tosh had captured on CCTV and sent through to her phone while Owen hooked them both up with their comm systems. “Great. Just what we need.” Jack rubbed his forehead.
“What is it, Jack?” Gwen asked from her position at Jack's shoulder.
Jack ignored her question and hit the button his comm unit. “Tosh you read me?”
“Loud and clear, Jack.”
“Hack into UNIT's files, gather all the information you can on Pyroviles. They confiscated my files on them and marked them as classified. Ianto!” He turned to find his lover was awaiting his instruction. “Find the closest large body of water. We need enough water to douse out the flames, a lake, water tank, dam, something like that.”
“Jack,” Tosh's voice came through the comm.
“Tosh, talk to me.”
“You need to get face masks on everyone. If anyone breathes in the ash, they turn to stone.”
“Damn, that's right! That's how they created their army when they landed on Earth sometime in ancient Greece,” Jack turned and looked at Owen. “Owen-”
“I'm on it!” Owen said as he ran off to the SUV to get supplies.
“Ianto, got any water for me?” Jack asked, as he turned back.
Ianto tapped on his PDA. “How's the Bristol Channel, sir?” he asked when he looked up.
“How far away is it?” Jack frowned.
“Oh, if we're going by road, about a kilometre.”
“And if we're not?” Jack asked, one eyebrow raised.
“I'd say that would be a lot shorter, sir,” Ianto replied. “But there'd be a lot more destruction.” He looked at the 33 foot tall roman foot soldier made of magma and stone. “Though, I think there's going to be destruction either way so it won't really matter.”
“You know that might work! That just might work! Great! Perfect! Where?”
“We could try and herd it southwards down the railway lines?” Ianto suggested. “Less building debris perhaps?”
“You bloody Welsh and your sheep herding,” Owen muttered as he arrived back and handed out the face masks. Everyone immediately put them on.
“Well I don't hear any suggestions coming out of your British mouth,” Ianto bit back before he covered his mouth with the mask.
“Boys! Enough. We're working as a team, remember,” Jack reminded them. “Owen, can you liaise with the EMT and Fire Services, get them to evacuate the area immediately. And don't forget to tell them about the ash!”
“On it!” Owen took off.
“Gwen, Ianto? How do we herd a giant stone soldier?”
The four of them looked up at the lost solider wandering around in question and gulped.
~*~
“Jack, how did the Pryovile get to Earth in the first place?” Gwen asked, a frown marring her features.
“We don't really have time for a history lesson right now, Gwen,” Jack yelled as they dodged a piece of falling debris on fire.
“Actually, Jack, I think Gwen might be onto something,” Ianto said, and hit his comm unit button. “Tosh, is there anything in the UNIT files about how they travel?”
Ianto heard Tosh tapping on her keyboards. “Not really. It just says they developed technology from rock and could travel into space. But this one came through the rift.”
“It seems to be looking for a way home,” Ianto commented. “Do you think you could replicate the rift energy that sent it here in the first place?”
“Simulate it you mean?” Tosh asked, the tapping in the background going faster as her mind started to move along the lines of Ianto's thought patterns. “I … I'm not sure how I could simulate the rift energy... wait! What about that replicator in the archives from-”
“Cabinet 943, drawer 3. Filed under R-U.”
“Right.” Tosh ran from her the main Hub level down into the archives and followed Ianto's instructions.
Meanwhile, Jack and Gwen both stared at Ianto like he had grown two heads. “Uh. I think I need to go and pick something up from Tosh.”
“Go!” Jack yelled. “Hurry back.”
“Yep.” Ianto ran.
~*~
Tosh and Ianto's idea worked. Tosh was successful in creating a rift simulation on the replicator that had fallen through the rift a year earlier. Ianto took it down to the waterline on the Bristol Channel in the direction they wanted the Pyrovile to move and remarkably, it followed the fake pulsing of the replicator that gave off the same energy as the rift would have without the same causal effects. They marvelled as the stone soldier marched into the Channel and slowly hissed and fizzled out, the water extinguishing the magma inside.
“Owen, Gwen, you're on retcon duty.” Jack checked his watch. He sighed. It was after 10am. “We're late.”
“We are?” Ianto asked as he looked at Jack.
“Yeah. C'mon,” he said and headed for the SUV.
“Don't worry about a thing, Jack! We have it all under control now!” Gwen called out. She waved as Ianto looked back puzzled.
~*~
Jack drove them back to the Hub. “I figured you might want to grab a shower and get changed, you know, the ash and everything.”
Ianto lifted an arm and then regretted it. “Ah, yes. Thank you.”
“No problem.” They headed inside and quickly showered and changed into fresh clothes. Jack lifted his greatcoat and sighed. It still smelled of ash.
Ianto climbed out of Jack's den and caught the sad look on his face. “Oh don't worry about the coat, sir.” Ianto took it from him and disappeared for five minutes. When he returned, he held it out for Jack to put on. It was a little damp, but the ash smell was gone.
“How did you do that?” Jack asked in awe.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Ianto replied promptly. “Now. Apparently we're late?”
“Yes!” Ianto headed back to the garage. “Oh, we're not taking the SUV.”
“We're not?” Ianto asked, confused.
“Nope.” Jack took Ianto's hand and led him out the Tourist Office exit. A picnic basket and blanket laying across the top under it's handle was sitting on the counter with a note on addressed to Jack. He smiled and picked up the basket. Thank god for Rhys.
Tosh then came inside the Tourist Office door. “Oh good! I thought I'd miss you!” she smiled as she came over and leaned up to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. “I'll see you later, okay?” Ianto frowned but nodded. “Jack, I took care of those two errands you were going to do this morning,” she said meaningfully, and slipped a hand into his pocket. “So you should be free the rest of the day. Oh, and your ride is up on the Plass. Enjoy.” Without another word, she waved and skipped down the stairs to the Hub, giggling.
Ianto turned and looked after her. Then he looked at Jack. “Is she alright? You didn't notice anything strange did you?”
Jack laughed and put his hand in his pocket, finding car keys. Thank you Tosh. Jack picked up the basket.
“Alright. So, the rest of the day off right?” Ianto asked, and Jack nodded. “Excellent. First order of business should be food and coffee, because I am starving. The day can only get better right? No more aliens, fires or phone calls. Just you and me for the afternoon.”
“That's what I said this morning, and look how that turned out,” Jack pouted.
Ianto smiled sympathetically and slid his hand into Jack's to tug on it when he walked out the door.
~*~
“Jack! Look at that car!” Ianto said as he looked around the Plass.
“What car?” Jack asked, his head turning.
“That car,” Ianto nodded towards the rental that Jack had hired. “Isn't it beautiful?”
“Want to take a look?”
Ianto looked skeptical. “Really?”
“Yeah, c'mon, let's take a look.” Jack led him over. He couldn't help but grin as Ianto fawned over the car. “You like it?”
“She's gorgeous.” His hand sailed reverently over the glossy green paintwork of the pristine 1933 Bentley convertible.
“Say, didn't that Bond guy you like drive one like this?” Jack asked casually. Ianto looked up sharply. “What? I pay attention.”
“Well. Ian Flemming based a model of car similar to this one for Bond's car in From Russia, With Love, but he called it a Bentley Mach IV, which didn't actually exist until 1934 when they made 100 limited edition models. But this is what they used in the film.”
Jack loved it when Ianto geeked out over James Bond. It was adorable. “You want to take it for a drive?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “We are not breaking into a pristine 1933 Bentley convertible, Jack.”
Jack put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys. “Nah. I say we just drive it.” He tossed the keys at Ianto who caught them, and looked at the keys in his hands completely stunned.
“Jack?” He looked up at his lover. “What the hell?”
“Today's August 19th right?” Jack said when he placed the basket in the backset of the convertible.
“You rented a James Bond lookalike car?”
“Well, I could have gone cliché with a DB5 but it's so 1963.”
Ianto walked up to Jack, wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Jack's hands fumbled for somewhere to hold onto Ianto until they found his hips.
“I can't believe you did this... for me,” Ianto whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against Jack's when the kiss comes to an end. “Jack...”
“Well, you might not like to fly, but baby you can drive my car... for the afternoon at least.”
“Jack. This is unbelievable!”
“Believe it you better.” He laughed.
“I'm absolutely astounded!”
“Happy birthday, Ianto,” Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's lips. “Well? Are you going to stare at it all day or drive it?”
Ianto reverently opened the car door and got in. Jack got in the other side and watched Ianto as he started up the car. He was like a kid in a candy store.
“Where to?” he asked.
“We need to get out onto the A4232 and then onto the M4,” Jack told him. Ianto nodded and headed in the direction they needed to go.
~*~
By the time they turned off the M4 at Afon Gwili and onto the A48, rain had started to fall, so they pulled over and attempted to put the top up.
“I feel like I'm in an episode of Top Gear and I'm James May,” Ianto muttered.
“I'm assuming that's not necessarily a compliment at this point?” Jack asked as they wrestled with the stuck canopy roof. “Wait, isn't he the one known as the Captain? Shouldn't that be me?”
“You are most definitely not Captain Slow, Jack,” Ianto rolled his eyes. “You're much more of a Jeremy Clarkson.”
“Except better looking, right?”
Ianto gave him a wry smile. “Right.”
“Damn straight.” Jack gave the roof one last hard yank and it came free, but sent him flying. He let go of the car and landed on the ground hard, hitting his head.
“Jack!” Ianto ran around the car and knelt on the ground next to him. “Don't move,” Ianto ordered as he checked him over.
“I'm okay! I'm good.” He rubbed his hand over the back of his head then checked it. “See? No blood.” Ianto made him do an eye test before he allowed him to stand up. When Jack swayed on his feet, Ianto frowned. “I'm okay.”
“Are you sure?” Ianto asked. “I think we should go home.”
“What? No!” Jack panicked. He couldn't let this ruin their day, Ianto's day. “C'mon! We have food, and … and... things.” He pouted. “Please?”
Ianto sighed. “Okay. But I'm driving.”
Jack held up his hands. “I wouldn't dream of taking the keys away from you, Mr Jones.”
They got into the car before the rain really hit - just. It was raining pretty steadily by the time they turned off the A40 onto the A477 outside of St Clears, which Jack found ironic since it wasn't anywhere near clear at all. It eased off a little when Ianto turned the car onto the A4075 and headed into Pembroke at Jack's instructions. From there it was onto the A4139, then B4319 until the turn off for the Stackpole Estate.
By the time they made it down there, it was still raining. Jack was frustrated. Nothing had gone right that day. Nothing. From when he got to Ianto's that morning to even getting to the Estate, something had gone wrong the entire way. The only thing that had gone right so far was the car. Knock on wood, he thought. He looked around. Fucking typical. No wood. Fucking doomed.
“The view is pretty spectacular,” Ianto said softly.
Jack looked out the windows. They were all steamed up from the heat of them inside to the cold of the rain outside.
“You can't see anything, Ianto.”
He smiled as he glanced at Jack under his lashes. “I can.” He drew in a deep breath. “You promised me food.”
“I did.” Jack stretched behind him for the picnic basket. He looked inside. The lid of the salad dressing had come off and spilled all over the sandwiches. The potato salad had spilled everywhere and the garden salad mixed in with the potato salad. Lunch was ruined. They hadn't eaten, they were tired, hungry and now had no food. Everything was ruined. He shut the lid, and turned back around. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Ianto turned and looked inside the basket. “Oh.” he sighed and shut the lid. “Jack.”
“Don't.” He was on the edge of breaking something.
Ianto put his hand on Jack's arm. “It's okay, Jack.”
“No! It's not!”
Ianto spied the box on the backseat next to the basket. “Is that cake?”
Jack sighed and glanced back. “Yes.” He gathered as much inner strength as he could and picked up the box. He peaked inside. Silently, he closed the box, handed it to Ianto, opened the car door and got out of the car. The door slammed shut causing the car to rock like a cradle as Jack walked away from the parking lot, in the pouring rain to the beach in front of them. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, staring out at the water.
Ianto watched him. When Jack hadn't moved in a few minutes, Ianto opened the box. The cake inside read Happy Birthday Ian. Ianto sighed and closed the box.
Jack had tried so hard today to make his day special. And at every turn, something had gone wrong. From Ianto pulling a gun on him when he, admittedly broke into his flat, to their morning sex being interrupted by a molten lava stone solider alien from ancient Greece, Jack nearly knocking himself unconscious as the rain poured down and causing them to put the roof of the car up and now the food being ruined... Ianto knew why he was frustrated. Jack liked things to go his way.
He was confused though. He didn't think Jack did this sort of thing, make a fuss, grand gestures of affection. Jack would live forever. He would remain forever young, while Ianto would increasingly age, always get that little bit closer to the one thing that would ensure they would always be parted - death. Of course, Ianto worked for Torchwood, so he doubted that he would ever reach a ripe old age. Hell, he doubted he would reach 30, but there was always hope.
While Ianto would always age, Jack would always remain timeless. Ianto was of the understanding that there was no commitment between them, that he was just a mere comfort for Jack on his neverending journey on Earth, or the universe, galaxy, wherever he may roam. He was but a blip in time for Jack, even if Jack was his entire world. He didn't understand why Jack had gone to all this trouble to celebrate a day that brought him one more day closer to death, closer to being parted from him forever.
But it made Ianto fall even more in love with the man.
Not that he would ever admit it. They didn't talk about feelings.
Ianto put the box on the passenger's seat and got out of the vehicle, and closed the door carefully. He made his way down to the water and stood beside Jack.
“I'm going to assume it was a spelling mistake and not your way of announcing you had found someone else to warm your bed,” Ianto said softly.
“Ianto-” Jack looked at him, heartbroken and eyes red-rimmed.
“No, Jack. It's my turn to talk,” Ianto said as he turned to look at his lover. Jack looked back at the water. “I have absolutely no idea why you wanted to celebrate my birthday today. Quite frankly it's not a day I want to bring any attention to at all.”
Jack looked at his lover. “Everyone should have a day to celebrate being on this earth, that they're special to someone. That they're loved,” he replied softly.
Did Jack mean what I think he meant? Ianto thought as he stared at him, momentarily speechless.
“Jack...” Ianto hooked his hand behind Jack's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Jack clung to Ianto, his arms wrapped around him firmly. “Jack.”
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed you.”
Ianto shook his head. “You didn't fail me. You've never failed me, Jack.”
“But everything went wrong...”
“The car is amazing.” Ianto rested his forehead against Jack's.
“It rained.”
“The car is still amazing.”
“The food...”
“Jack.”
“And we got interrupted, the pyrovile, I told them to handle everything, nothing's gone right, everything was ruined. And the cake! How fucking hard is it to spell a name correctly?”
“Jack!” Ianto grinned.
“Yeah?”
“No one ever rented me James Bond's car before.”
Jack perked up. “Really?”
“Really.”
“So... I did something right?”
“You did something perfectly right.”
Jack gave him a small smile. “That's because I'm fantastic.”
“You are.” Ianto kissed him. “So, what's say, we go back to the car, we eat some of that cake, and then you ride me in the backseat of that car?”
Jack kissed him deeply. “What are we doing standing in the rain then?”
Instead of climbing into the front seats, they climbed into the backseat after Jack found a knife and moved the picnic basket out of the way. Ianto held the cake box open. Jack cut them a large slice each. They were careful not to get any of the cake on the car as they fed each other. They ate all of the cake, and licked and sucked the icing off each other's fingertips. The sight of Ianto sucking icing off Jack's fingers finally put a smile on Jack's face, and made his eyes darken with desire.
Jack licked the taste of cake from Ianto's mouth, and their actions quickly became frantic as fingers pushed at fabric and fumbled with buttons. Jack climbed onto Ianto's lap. Ianto pushed at Jack's trousers and boxers to pull his cock out. He stroked it hard and slowly. Jack groaned into Ianto's mouth and kicked his way out of his pants.
He pulled off Ianto's mouth, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. “You need less clothes. Now.”
Ianto let go of Jack's cock and fumbled with his own belt. Jack lifted off Ianto as much as he could to let Ianto lift his own hips to push his trousers and underwear off. He wriggled and groaned until they were down to his knees.
“That's far enough,” Jack growled as he curled a hand around Ianto's neck and dragged his mouth back to his, kissing him deeply. Ianto's hands found Jack's hips in a vice grip and yanked him down hard. They thrust their pelvises against each other, balls and cocks grinding together. Jack pulled away. “Fuck me, Ianto,” he breathed, his forehead against Ianto's ear. He latched onto Ianto's neck. Jack sucked and bit a bruise there, then lapped over it to soothe the sting.
“Have you brought any...?”
“My coat,” Jack mumbled against his throat. Jack reluctantly pulled away and bent down for his coat, fumbling through his pockets to pull out the tube he'd put in the inside pocket the night before, just as a precaution, and triumphantly pulled it out. “Thank god!”
“Slick me up,” Ianto held out his hand. Jack coated his fingers. Ianto wasted no time reaching around to trace Jack's crease, then slide two fingers inside.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jack pushed back, spread his legs further apart and dragged Ianto's lips back to his. Ianto thrust his fingers in and out languidly, twisting and stretching Jack to prepare him. He crooked his fingers when completely inside. Jack moaned into his mouth and thrust his hips forward. Ianto added the third when he knew Jack was ready. His lover increased the pace.
Ianto watched him as Jack fucked himself on Ianto's fingers. He was beautiful when lost in the throes of passion. He was beautiful when he wasn't, too, but there was something... ethereal about Jack when he made love.
Ianto realised that Jack was watching him. “What?”
Jack shook his head, and swallowed hard. He reached for the lube and spread some over Ianto's cock. He stroked him slowly, enjoying the sounds Ianto made when he twisted on the upstroke, the way Ianto's cock twitched as his fingers caught on the sensitive vein under the head. Holding Ianto's cock upright, Jack moved to line him up and sink down on his cock.
“Oh yeah,” they groaned together, heads resting against the other's. Ianto's hands were on his hips once more. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's shoulders. Ianto pressed his lips to Jack's in a chaste kiss.
“Thank you, Jack,” he said softly. He closed his eyes, enjoying being surrounded by the man he loved. In this moment, he could pretend that Jack loved him too. His heart ached, and he pushed the thought away. Don't wish for things you can't have, Ianto, he told himself. It only leads to heartbreak. Be thankful for what you have. And he was thankful. Thankful for any piece of the man he had with him. It was worth whatever price he had to pay, including his life.
“Ianto,” Jack sounded a little sad.
Ianto put his finger against Jack's lips. “Move, Jack.” Ianto thrust his hips up as much as he could. Jack rose up and down, creating a rhythm with Ianto's help. Ianto whispered encouragement to Jack, filthy, dirty talk the way Jack loved it. Jack didn't take long to reach his orgasm, cock trapped between their flat bellies, warm come spurting over both of them. Jack's pheromones filled the car, the scent of sex unmistakable, mixed with sweat. The heady blend made Ianto's eyes close as Jack continued to rise and fall on his hard cock.
“C'mon baby,” Jack encouraged, kissing him deeply, “Come for me, come deep inside me.” Jack trembled in Ianto's arms at the oversensitivity of his skin. “Love it when you fuck me, Ianto,” Jack muttered against his lips. Ianto pushed Jack up a little bit, held onto his hip and thrust up hard and fast, chasing his elusive pinnacle. He knew Jack would have bruises on his hips later, but he couldn't bring himself to care. “That's it, baby. Hard. Give it to me hard. I can take it.” He kissed Ianto hard. When he pulled back, he made sure Ianto looked at him. “Only you, Yan. Only you.”
Ianto came.
~*~
Jack woke up to find Ianto half laying on him, dead to the world, with the picnic blanket still wrapped around them. He checked his watch. It was nearly 4pm. They needed the head back to Cardiff. And get something to eat. His stomach rumbled. Definitely need to get something to eat. Though by the smell of the car, and them, it should probably be drive thru.
He looked down at his lover, and couldn't stop himself brushing back the lock of dark hair that had curled on his forehead. He looked so young when he was sleeping.
Jack had tried hard not to fall in love with the man in his arms. God, he'd tried. But he'd done it anyway. He might not be able to say the words - for that just made it all the more real, and the more real it was, the more real it would be that he would lose Ianto, forever - but he hoped that his actions spoke for themselves. He hoped that Ianto knew how he felt because of what he did, rather than what he said.
Jack Harkness was a man of action. After all, wasn't the saying 'actions speak louder than words'?
Ianto stirred. He blinked and looked up to see Jack watching him. “Okay. That's a little creepy.”
Jack smiled. “We should head back.” Jack dragged a finger lightly down Ianto's temple and cheek, tracing his jawline to hold his chin in place as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his lips.
Ianto tried to stretch. “Yeah. I guess so.” He sighed. “Thank you, Jack. For today.” Jack looked like he was going to protest, but Ianto beat him to it. “I know everything didn't exactly go to plan-”
“You can say that again.”
“But... no one ever went to so much trouble for me before. I really appreciate the effort you went to. And thank you for not doing the whole candy and flowers and candlelight dinner routine.” Ianto shuddered.
Jack smiled. “There's a Bondathon at the Union Theatre tonight.” Ianto looked up at him. “It starts at six-thirty. If we head back now, we might be able to make it in time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Ianto thought about it. “You know, I can have a Bondathon any time at my flat. In fact, that sounds like a better idea. What do you say we drive back to Cardiff, pick up some take out, and just hang out on the couch tonight, you, me and James? There may or may not be more sex involved.”
“Mr Jones, I do believe that sounds like a brilliant plan.” Jack kissed him. “We should get dressed.”
“Yep. Oh and I'm driving.” Ianto grinned. “It is my birthday.”
Jack laughed. “That it is.”
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: (The new) Doctor Who Season 4 Episode 2 The Fires of Pompeii
Summary: Ianto's 27th Birthday and Jack wants to repay the favour for Ianto's birthday surprise in Fly Me Away. Of course, Jack doesn't have Ianto's organisational skills, level of planning, and well... this is Torchwood. When does anything go to plan?
Word Count: 8247
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by kajmere Ianto/Jack Follow up to Fly Me Away Jack wants to surprise Ianto on his birthday, except he's never done this kind of thing before, so naturally everything goes wrong. Points for flustered/frustrated!jack and Ianto thinking this is the most adorable thing he's ever seen.
Jack sighed. It was Ianto's birthday on Tuesday and he had no idea what to do about it. For his 'birthday' earlier that year, Ianto had cooked him breakfast, then arranged a flight in a vintage aeroplane similar to the one he flew in the war in the 1940s before taking him out for dinner and giving him mind-blowing submissive sex. And cake! Chocolate birthday cake.
Jack had no idea how to return the favour.
He asked Owen, but he just clapped Jack on the back and said that Jack should have more idea about what Ianto liked than what Owen would. Gwen gushed about Jack being all romantic and suggested a candlelit dinner with chocolates and flowers and at all her suggestions even Jack raised an eyebrow and agreed with Tosh's emphatic shaking of her head behind Gwen's back. They were much too feminine and ostentatious for Ianto's liking. Tosh had plenty of things to rule out, but no suggestions of what to do.
He went back to his office and collapsed into his seat.
Ianto came into his office with a mug of steaming coffee and a plate of cookies. “Here you are sir. Coffee and a snack.”
“Thanks, Ianto,” Jack smiled and pulled Ianto down onto his lap.
“Oh! Okay,” Ianto chuckled but allowed Jack to hold him for a moment and rest his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “You seem lost in thought. Anything I can help you with?”
If only! Jack thought. He could use Ianto's expertise on such matters, but, “No. I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Thanks for asking.”
Ianto sat there a moment longer before he said, “Jack, you have to let me go now.”
“Why?”
“Because I have things to do and you have that meeting with Colonel-”
“Oh God. Not Colonel Sanders.”
Ianto stood up and turned to face his lover with a smile. “I believe he goes by Colonel Mace, sir. And he looks nothing like Colonel Sanders.”
“No but he's as intelligent as a fried chicken,” Jack muttered petulantly as he selected a biscuit and bit into it.
“Ten minutes and then you have to go,” Ianto reminded him as he made his way out.
Jack munched on his biscuit and tried to think of the perfect present for the man who had just walked out of his office. By the time he left for his meeting, he was just as clueless as he was before he sat down.
~*~
When Jack returned to the Hub, he was in his office sorting through his mail when Owen walked in and slammed down a folded newspaper on his paperwork.
“O-kay. What's this?” Jack asked.
“This is me saving your sexlife, Jack Harkness, and don't you forget it,” Owen said smugly, folding his arms over his chest as he smirked.
“By giving me The Western Mail?” Jack asked skeptically, looking up at Owen.
Owen pointed a finger on what he'd circled. “There's a local theatre showing classic James Bond films. We all know Teaboy has a hardon for 007, he quotes the bloody films enough when he thinks none of us can hear him. Reckon he'd love going to that.”
“You think he'd go for that? I mean... it's just a movie.” Jack sighed. “Owen, he organised a flight with a vintage 1941 fighter jet.”
“Jack. You've got to admit, you're one for grand gestures and quite frankly mate, you're not exactly the most subtle person on Earth. Ianto, on the other hand...”
Jack nodded. “Ianto doesn't like to make a fuss.”
“Ianto doesn't like us knowing about the two of you.”
Jack shook his head. “No, he doesn't like you talking about the two of us. He likes you knowing about it just fine.”
Owen raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that mate?”
Jack blinked. Well now. It wasn't like they talked about it. They never talked about it. Ianto didn't talk about his feelings. He was very insecure about the cake he'd gotten Jack for his birthday, not knowing how he'd react to it. Of course, Jack was thrilled. Why wouldn't he be? Ianto had gone out of his way to do something extravagant, something special, just for him. They'd gone on a romantic dinner. In public. As a couple. It wasn't something they did often but they did do it when the rift permitted.
“Trust me Jack. Take him to the Bond movie marathon. Dinner, movie, get him a cake, maybe a gift card to his favourite tailor.” Owen patted Jack's arm and left his office, giving him something to think about.
He liked the idea, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't big enough.
~*~
Jack decided that he would do something similar to what Ianto had done for him... but with a James Bond twist. Ianto's favourite Bond book was From Russia, With Love, so he found a rental car agency that hired out a 1933 Bentley/Rolls Royce convertible. The exorbitant price tag didn't matter, as long as it was British racing green. The booking agent assured him it looked exactly like the “Bond car”.
That arranged, he had to figure out where to drive it. The only place he could think of was out to the Brecon Beacons, but he didn't think Ianto would appreciate going back there. He groaned and hit his head down on his desk. How could it be so hard to give someone a great birthday? It couldn't possibly be so hard.
He would put together a picnic but he couldn't cook. He wondered if Rhys would put something together for him? Picking up the phone, he dialled Rhys' mobile number.
“Hello?”
“Rhys! Just the man I was after.”
“Harkness. What's wrong!? Is Gwen-”
“Nothing's wrong. Gwen's fine! I promise.”
“Oh thank God. It's just, whenever one of you lot call it's usually bad news.” Rhys started to chuckle.
“Well, this time it's more of a favour?” Jack asked.
“I'm not going to have to go driving any lorries to pick up any aliens again am I? 'Cause I promised Gwennie-”
“No, no! Nothing like that. I... it's Ianto's birthday on Tuesday.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, and I was thinking about taking him on a picnic?” Rhys hummed. “What? You don't think that's a good idea?”
“Well. Ianto's a bloke in'he?”
“Yeah,” Jack deflated. “I know he's a guy. I'm well aware he's a guy. It's not like I'm getting him roses and jewellery.”
“I don't suppose he's a rugby and beer type of bloke then, is he?” Rhys laughed.
Jack rubbed the back of neck. “Actually he's more the James Bond and beer type of guy. He's quiet, and unassuming. He won't tell you what he wants, it's like he expects you to read his frigging mind.”
Rhys chuckled. “Sounds like you're a little frustrated there, Jack.”
“A little?” Jack sighed. “I don't know what I'm doing here, Rhys. I've never done this before! Gwen was no help whatsoever, Tosh just ruled out nearly everything, Owen said I should take him to a Bond marathon at a dingy theatre and get him a gift card. I can't do that. I can't just get him something small when he went above and beyond my wildest dreams for my birthday this year and let me tell you, I have some pretty wild dreams.”
“Yeah, well, tempting as it is, I don't need to hear about them, right?” Rhys drew in a deep breath and let it go. “Look, from what I've seen of that young man of yours, he don't like much fuss, yeah? I think Owen's right. You go too big and outrageous, and he won't appreciate it.”
“But he-”
“He's not you, Jack.”
Jack groaned. “Yeah. You're right. Well. I hired a 1933 Bentley, the same car from his favourite James Bond book?”
“See! Now that shows you paid attention to him.”
Jack perked up at the encouragement. “Okay. So I was thinking of us driving … well, somewhere, and having lunch or something.”
“Why don't you take him to Stackpole Estate? Heard it's real nice there. It's owned by the National Trust. It's only about 2 hours drive from here.”
“Rhys, you're a genius. Here I was thinking I was going to have to take him back to the Brecon Beacons again and that was something I didn't want to do.”
“Aliens?”
“No worse. Cannibals. Listen, you wouldn't be able to make up a picnic lunch would you? I'd be more than happy to give Gwen some money to reimburse you whatever it costs.”
“Oh now hang on Jack...”
“Oh please Rhys! We're always eating take out. I can't cook for anything, and besides, there's no kitchen here. If I try and use his kitchen in his flat, he'll know something's up and I wanted this to be a surprise.” Jack wasn't above begging. He was desperate.
“I'm not baking.”
“I'll buy a cake. Not a problem.”
Rhys sighed. “Oh go on then. For Ianto. Anything he doesn't eat?”
Jack grinned. They discussed a menu, deciding to keep it as simple as possible. Jack would be responsible for picking up the birthday cake and … should he get wine? They would be driving. Probably not a great idea. Ianto would more than likely prefer beer anyway. Again, driving. He'd need a blanket, for the picnic. And a cake.
He hung up from Rhys and picked up his jacket - he needed to head to a bakery. There was taste testing to be done.
~*~
The night before Ianto's birthday, he sent Ianto home early. Ianto frowned, but went anyway after asking five times if Jack was sure he didn't need anything else. Jack assured him that he was sending everyone else home too, and that he'd see him in the morning. Once he was gone, Jack told Gwen, Owen and Tosh that he and Ianto were taking the following day off, no questions asked. Whatever came up, short of aliens invading Earth, they were to handle everything.
Saluting their agreement, they filed out, leaving Jack alone in the Hub. He sighed and looked around. He could make it through one night, right?
~*~
He made it until 2am before he caved and headed to Ianto's flat. He picked the lock and closed the door behind him. He made sure the door was locked again before he carefully made his way in the dark to Ianto's room. He knew the flat like the back of his hand, but it didn't prevent him from walking into the kitchen counter, a chair and the wall.
It was the clicking of a glock loading that made Jack's head whirl around and come in contact with the barrel of Ianto's weapon.
“Move and I'll pull the trigger,” Ianto growled sleepily.
“Yan, it's me,” Jack hissed.
“Jack?” The gun was removed immediately but Ianto's bedroom light suddenly blinded him, causing him to wince. “What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?”
“I couldn't sleep without you,” Jack said. He held a hand up to shield the light from his eyes.
“So you broke into my flat?” Ianto asked as he disengaged his firearm and ejected the clip. Ianto flipped the light switch and stumbled back to bed, dumping his weapon in the open beside drawer and pushed it shut. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“Get undressed and get in bed.”
Jack did as he was told, but not before bruising his shin on the end of Ianto's bed and nearly breaking his neck when his feet got caught up in his trousers.
“It's really not your night, is it?” Ianto mused sleepily as Jack flopped into his bed.
“I've had better,” Jack admitted, as Ianto curled up beside him and fell asleep on his shoulder almost immediately. Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's forehead. “Happy birthday.”
“Mmm,” was the only reply he got.
Jack pulled up the covers, breathed in Ianto's slightly sweaty scent and smiled as he closed his eyes. Now he could sleep.
~*~
“Jack,” Ianto shook his shoulder. “Jack wake up.”
Jack opened his eyes. “Huh? What?”
“We're going to be late if you don't get out of bed soon,” Ianto said as he fastened his watch strap.
Jack sat upright. “What? No!” He took in his younger lover who was already dressed in suit pants and a deep purple business shirt, buttoned and tucked neatly into his pants. His matching tie hung loosely around his neck.
Ianto looked at him. “Yes. It's nearly six.”
“No! No, no, no! This is all wrong!” Jack rubbed his eyes. He sighed. “Come here,” He reached out for Ianto.
“Jack we don't have time-”
“I'm pretty sure your boss won't be mad if you're late in this morning,” Jack started when he tried to pull Ianto down on the bed. He wouldn't budge so Jack put a finger against his lips. “Besides. He's given you the day off.”
Ianto frowned. “What? Why?”
“Because... you deserve one?” Jack offered, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
Ianto eyed him warily. “I deserve one?”
“Of course. We both do. You've been working longer hours than anyone else lately so you get today off,” Jack nodded. “So get undressed and come back to bed.” Ianto didn't move. Jack knelt up on the bed, letting the sheets fall away from his naked body. “What do I have to do to entice you back into this bed?”
Ianto's gaze swept over Jack's body. His resolve was weakening as Jack tugged on his tie and undid the knot, pulling the silk from around his neck and tossing it back over his shoulder.
“We really don't have to be at work early?”
Jack grinned, his hand slid up Ianto's neck to pull his head down. “We don't have to be in at all.” He pressed his lips to Ianto's and ran his tongue along the seam of Ianto's lips. Ianto opened up, and let Jack in. Jack took advantage and kissed him thoroughly. Ianto swayed forward, his hands gripped Jack's shoulders to brace himself. Jack pulled at Ianto's shirt, wrinkling it as he scrunched it up Ianto's torso.
“Jack...” Ianto gasped for breath and Jack peppered kisses across his cheek, down his neck and nipped at his collar.
“Too many clothes, Mr Jones,” Jack grumbled, his fingers fumbling with Ianto's shirt. Impatience got the better of him and he pulled the shirt open, buttons flying. Ianto captured Jack's mouth before he could apologise, and tried to get the shirt off his arms. Instead his hands got caught in the cuffs.
“Fuck,” Ianto pulled back and frowned, frustrated and annoyed at his shirt.
“C'mere. Give me you wrist.” Ianto thrust his hand at Jack, who quickly undid the cuff, then the other, and pushed the shirt off Ianto and onto the floor. “Better?” His young lover nodded, and captured his face between his hands while Jack started on his pants. Ianto kissed him deeply, relentlessly, as Jack pushed his trousers and underwear down, exposing him completely.
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist and pulled him against his body, Ianto falling down causing them to tumble into a pile onto the bed. Laughing huskily, Ianto kicked out of his pants and crawled over Jack, who wriggled his way back onto the bed a little further.
“Well, Jack, since my boss seems to have given me the morning off, for some reason that is still eluding me-”
“Oh not just the morning,” Jack interrupted, “the whole day.”
“The day?” Jack nodded. “Impossible.”
Jack smirked. “You underestimate me?”
“No, I-”
“You underestimate our team?”
Ianto leaned down to press a kiss to Jack's lips. “I think you underestimate our luck.”
“Today is going to be awesome, Ianto. You just wait and see.”
“Uh huh,” Ianto looked unconvinced.
“Well. It didn't exactly start the way I planned.”
Ianto bushed Jack's bed hair back from his face. “How did you have it planned?”
“I was planning on waking you up with a blowjob, and then while you were in the shower, I was going to attempt to cook you breakfast.”
Ianto smiled. “Well, thank God we can skip a call to the emergency services.”
“Hey!”
“You said something about a blowjob?” Ianto asked, an eyebrow raised.
Jack immediately rolled them over and slid down, open mouthed kisses trailing his way down Ianto's body. Ianto squirmed and writhed beneath him, his hands twisted in the sheets in response to Jack's ministrations on his skin. He paid special attention to each of Ianto's nipples, soothing each bite and resulting sting with his tongue. Ianto's hips thrust up and his lengthening cock rubbed against Jack's. Groans echoed around the room. Jack rocked down on Ianto, his own hard cock jumped, precome lubricating the friction.
“Jack...”
Ianto brought his legs up, his feet flat on the bed, his knees framing Jack. He then lifted a foot and rubbed it over Jack's back. Jack's kisses moved further south, along his pelvis, the crease of his leg and finally, finally Jack licked a long stripe from root to tip along the bottom of his cock. Ianto lost his breath. Jack opened his mouth and swallowed him down, his throat tightened and loosened wetly around him deliciously. Ianto gasped for air and jackknifed up, then fell back on his elbows to watch.
“Jack,” he groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly. Jack made a loud sound muffled by the thick organ in his mouth, causing his throat to vibrate around Ianto's cock. Ianto shuddered and thrust again, his head falling back. “Fuck, Jack, so good.” Jack's hands worked their way under his arse, and encouraged him to move up and back. Ianto took the hint and continued to carefully fuck his lover's mouth, hissing at the sensations. “Fuck Jack, so wet, to tight, your mouth, it's like it's made for my cock...” Ianto stretched back and pulled open the nightstand. He felt around for the tube of lube and found it, flipped the cap open, and squirted some out on his fingers. “Get your arse up here, Jack.”
Jack looked up and saw his glistening fingers. He pulled off Ianto's cock, and scrambled to turn around into a 69 position, his knees on either side of Ianto's head. Ianto returned the favour, his tongue lapped at the liquid that dripped down Jack's cock. While Jack returned to sucking on Ianto's cock, Ianto's tongue lapped down over Jack's balls to his perineum, teasing it repeatedly. Jack moaned loudly, and Ianto's cock slid deeper into his throat. In response, Ianto traced the length of Jack's open crack with his slick fingers, the tip of his fore finger caught on the rim of his hole. Jack pushed back and fucked himself on Ianto's finger.
Jack pulled off Ianto's cock again and groaned again. “Fuck, Ianto, so good...” Ianto added another finger, pushed in hard and fast. Jack pushed back, his head thrown back. “Fuck me, please...” he begged. Ianto scrambled out from under Jack, and fumbled with the lube to slick himself up.
And then Jack's phone rang.
“NO!” he yelled. Ianto rested his head down on Jack's lower back. The phone kept ringing. Then Ianto's phone rang. “No!”
“We can't ignore them, sir,” Ianto mumbled as he pulled his fingers out of Jack and reached for his phone.
Jack leaned down over the side of the bed for his pants and found his phone, while Ianto turned and reached for his.
“WHAT?!” he barked into the phone.
“Sorry Jack,” Gwen sounded really apologetic on the phone. “I know you said not to call you unless it was an emergency but-”
“Have any of you died?”
“No, but-”
“Has there been a gas leak?”
“No, but-”
“Is Her Royal Highness on her way to the Hub as we speak?”
“No, Jack, but-”
“Then what could possibly be so important?”
“Uh. Well... there's a giant rock type man who's kind of like made of lava and Jack, we have no idea what to do but he's currently setting fire to Splott!”
Ianto hung up his phone and tossed it at the pillows. “It's always fucking Splott,” he muttered as he got off the bed and stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Jack sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Give me five minutes.” He hung up and stared at the closed phone.
The day was so not going the way he planned it.
~*~
Neither Jack or Ianto were in a great mood by the time they got to the location where Owen and Gwen were - which wasn't hard to find given the billowing grey smoke and sirens from the fire engines. Tosh was back at the Hub frantically manning the the computers.
“What have we got?” Jack ground out as when he and Ianto reached the others. They'd already been grilled three times on their way in and Jack was not in the mood to deal with any more bureaucratic bullshit. Gwen showed him a picture Tosh had captured on CCTV and sent through to her phone while Owen hooked them both up with their comm systems. “Great. Just what we need.” Jack rubbed his forehead.
“What is it, Jack?” Gwen asked from her position at Jack's shoulder.
Jack ignored her question and hit the button his comm unit. “Tosh you read me?”
“Loud and clear, Jack.”
“Hack into UNIT's files, gather all the information you can on Pyroviles. They confiscated my files on them and marked them as classified. Ianto!” He turned to find his lover was awaiting his instruction. “Find the closest large body of water. We need enough water to douse out the flames, a lake, water tank, dam, something like that.”
“Jack,” Tosh's voice came through the comm.
“Tosh, talk to me.”
“You need to get face masks on everyone. If anyone breathes in the ash, they turn to stone.”
“Damn, that's right! That's how they created their army when they landed on Earth sometime in ancient Greece,” Jack turned and looked at Owen. “Owen-”
“I'm on it!” Owen said as he ran off to the SUV to get supplies.
“Ianto, got any water for me?” Jack asked, as he turned back.
Ianto tapped on his PDA. “How's the Bristol Channel, sir?” he asked when he looked up.
“How far away is it?” Jack frowned.
“Oh, if we're going by road, about a kilometre.”
“And if we're not?” Jack asked, one eyebrow raised.
“I'd say that would be a lot shorter, sir,” Ianto replied. “But there'd be a lot more destruction.” He looked at the 33 foot tall roman foot soldier made of magma and stone. “Though, I think there's going to be destruction either way so it won't really matter.”
“You know that might work! That just might work! Great! Perfect! Where?”
“We could try and herd it southwards down the railway lines?” Ianto suggested. “Less building debris perhaps?”
“You bloody Welsh and your sheep herding,” Owen muttered as he arrived back and handed out the face masks. Everyone immediately put them on.
“Well I don't hear any suggestions coming out of your British mouth,” Ianto bit back before he covered his mouth with the mask.
“Boys! Enough. We're working as a team, remember,” Jack reminded them. “Owen, can you liaise with the EMT and Fire Services, get them to evacuate the area immediately. And don't forget to tell them about the ash!”
“On it!” Owen took off.
“Gwen, Ianto? How do we herd a giant stone soldier?”
The four of them looked up at the lost solider wandering around in question and gulped.
~*~
“Jack, how did the Pryovile get to Earth in the first place?” Gwen asked, a frown marring her features.
“We don't really have time for a history lesson right now, Gwen,” Jack yelled as they dodged a piece of falling debris on fire.
“Actually, Jack, I think Gwen might be onto something,” Ianto said, and hit his comm unit button. “Tosh, is there anything in the UNIT files about how they travel?”
Ianto heard Tosh tapping on her keyboards. “Not really. It just says they developed technology from rock and could travel into space. But this one came through the rift.”
“It seems to be looking for a way home,” Ianto commented. “Do you think you could replicate the rift energy that sent it here in the first place?”
“Simulate it you mean?” Tosh asked, the tapping in the background going faster as her mind started to move along the lines of Ianto's thought patterns. “I … I'm not sure how I could simulate the rift energy... wait! What about that replicator in the archives from-”
“Cabinet 943, drawer 3. Filed under R-U.”
“Right.” Tosh ran from her the main Hub level down into the archives and followed Ianto's instructions.
Meanwhile, Jack and Gwen both stared at Ianto like he had grown two heads. “Uh. I think I need to go and pick something up from Tosh.”
“Go!” Jack yelled. “Hurry back.”
“Yep.” Ianto ran.
~*~
Tosh and Ianto's idea worked. Tosh was successful in creating a rift simulation on the replicator that had fallen through the rift a year earlier. Ianto took it down to the waterline on the Bristol Channel in the direction they wanted the Pyrovile to move and remarkably, it followed the fake pulsing of the replicator that gave off the same energy as the rift would have without the same causal effects. They marvelled as the stone soldier marched into the Channel and slowly hissed and fizzled out, the water extinguishing the magma inside.
“Owen, Gwen, you're on retcon duty.” Jack checked his watch. He sighed. It was after 10am. “We're late.”
“We are?” Ianto asked as he looked at Jack.
“Yeah. C'mon,” he said and headed for the SUV.
“Don't worry about a thing, Jack! We have it all under control now!” Gwen called out. She waved as Ianto looked back puzzled.
~*~
Jack drove them back to the Hub. “I figured you might want to grab a shower and get changed, you know, the ash and everything.”
Ianto lifted an arm and then regretted it. “Ah, yes. Thank you.”
“No problem.” They headed inside and quickly showered and changed into fresh clothes. Jack lifted his greatcoat and sighed. It still smelled of ash.
Ianto climbed out of Jack's den and caught the sad look on his face. “Oh don't worry about the coat, sir.” Ianto took it from him and disappeared for five minutes. When he returned, he held it out for Jack to put on. It was a little damp, but the ash smell was gone.
“How did you do that?” Jack asked in awe.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Ianto replied promptly. “Now. Apparently we're late?”
“Yes!” Ianto headed back to the garage. “Oh, we're not taking the SUV.”
“We're not?” Ianto asked, confused.
“Nope.” Jack took Ianto's hand and led him out the Tourist Office exit. A picnic basket and blanket laying across the top under it's handle was sitting on the counter with a note on addressed to Jack. He smiled and picked up the basket. Thank god for Rhys.
Tosh then came inside the Tourist Office door. “Oh good! I thought I'd miss you!” she smiled as she came over and leaned up to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. “I'll see you later, okay?” Ianto frowned but nodded. “Jack, I took care of those two errands you were going to do this morning,” she said meaningfully, and slipped a hand into his pocket. “So you should be free the rest of the day. Oh, and your ride is up on the Plass. Enjoy.” Without another word, she waved and skipped down the stairs to the Hub, giggling.
Ianto turned and looked after her. Then he looked at Jack. “Is she alright? You didn't notice anything strange did you?”
Jack laughed and put his hand in his pocket, finding car keys. Thank you Tosh. Jack picked up the basket.
“Alright. So, the rest of the day off right?” Ianto asked, and Jack nodded. “Excellent. First order of business should be food and coffee, because I am starving. The day can only get better right? No more aliens, fires or phone calls. Just you and me for the afternoon.”
“That's what I said this morning, and look how that turned out,” Jack pouted.
Ianto smiled sympathetically and slid his hand into Jack's to tug on it when he walked out the door.
~*~
“Jack! Look at that car!” Ianto said as he looked around the Plass.
“What car?” Jack asked, his head turning.
“That car,” Ianto nodded towards the rental that Jack had hired. “Isn't it beautiful?”
“Want to take a look?”
Ianto looked skeptical. “Really?”
“Yeah, c'mon, let's take a look.” Jack led him over. He couldn't help but grin as Ianto fawned over the car. “You like it?”
“She's gorgeous.” His hand sailed reverently over the glossy green paintwork of the pristine 1933 Bentley convertible.
“Say, didn't that Bond guy you like drive one like this?” Jack asked casually. Ianto looked up sharply. “What? I pay attention.”
“Well. Ian Flemming based a model of car similar to this one for Bond's car in From Russia, With Love, but he called it a Bentley Mach IV, which didn't actually exist until 1934 when they made 100 limited edition models. But this is what they used in the film.”
Jack loved it when Ianto geeked out over James Bond. It was adorable. “You want to take it for a drive?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “We are not breaking into a pristine 1933 Bentley convertible, Jack.”
Jack put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys. “Nah. I say we just drive it.” He tossed the keys at Ianto who caught them, and looked at the keys in his hands completely stunned.
“Jack?” He looked up at his lover. “What the hell?”
“Today's August 19th right?” Jack said when he placed the basket in the backset of the convertible.
“You rented a James Bond lookalike car?”
“Well, I could have gone cliché with a DB5 but it's so 1963.”
Ianto walked up to Jack, wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Jack's hands fumbled for somewhere to hold onto Ianto until they found his hips.
“I can't believe you did this... for me,” Ianto whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against Jack's when the kiss comes to an end. “Jack...”
“Well, you might not like to fly, but baby you can drive my car... for the afternoon at least.”
“Jack. This is unbelievable!”
“Believe it you better.” He laughed.
“I'm absolutely astounded!”
“Happy birthday, Ianto,” Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's lips. “Well? Are you going to stare at it all day or drive it?”
Ianto reverently opened the car door and got in. Jack got in the other side and watched Ianto as he started up the car. He was like a kid in a candy store.
“Where to?” he asked.
“We need to get out onto the A4232 and then onto the M4,” Jack told him. Ianto nodded and headed in the direction they needed to go.
~*~
By the time they turned off the M4 at Afon Gwili and onto the A48, rain had started to fall, so they pulled over and attempted to put the top up.
“I feel like I'm in an episode of Top Gear and I'm James May,” Ianto muttered.
“I'm assuming that's not necessarily a compliment at this point?” Jack asked as they wrestled with the stuck canopy roof. “Wait, isn't he the one known as the Captain? Shouldn't that be me?”
“You are most definitely not Captain Slow, Jack,” Ianto rolled his eyes. “You're much more of a Jeremy Clarkson.”
“Except better looking, right?”
Ianto gave him a wry smile. “Right.”
“Damn straight.” Jack gave the roof one last hard yank and it came free, but sent him flying. He let go of the car and landed on the ground hard, hitting his head.
“Jack!” Ianto ran around the car and knelt on the ground next to him. “Don't move,” Ianto ordered as he checked him over.
“I'm okay! I'm good.” He rubbed his hand over the back of his head then checked it. “See? No blood.” Ianto made him do an eye test before he allowed him to stand up. When Jack swayed on his feet, Ianto frowned. “I'm okay.”
“Are you sure?” Ianto asked. “I think we should go home.”
“What? No!” Jack panicked. He couldn't let this ruin their day, Ianto's day. “C'mon! We have food, and … and... things.” He pouted. “Please?”
Ianto sighed. “Okay. But I'm driving.”
Jack held up his hands. “I wouldn't dream of taking the keys away from you, Mr Jones.”
They got into the car before the rain really hit - just. It was raining pretty steadily by the time they turned off the A40 onto the A477 outside of St Clears, which Jack found ironic since it wasn't anywhere near clear at all. It eased off a little when Ianto turned the car onto the A4075 and headed into Pembroke at Jack's instructions. From there it was onto the A4139, then B4319 until the turn off for the Stackpole Estate.
By the time they made it down there, it was still raining. Jack was frustrated. Nothing had gone right that day. Nothing. From when he got to Ianto's that morning to even getting to the Estate, something had gone wrong the entire way. The only thing that had gone right so far was the car. Knock on wood, he thought. He looked around. Fucking typical. No wood. Fucking doomed.
“The view is pretty spectacular,” Ianto said softly.
Jack looked out the windows. They were all steamed up from the heat of them inside to the cold of the rain outside.
“You can't see anything, Ianto.”
He smiled as he glanced at Jack under his lashes. “I can.” He drew in a deep breath. “You promised me food.”
“I did.” Jack stretched behind him for the picnic basket. He looked inside. The lid of the salad dressing had come off and spilled all over the sandwiches. The potato salad had spilled everywhere and the garden salad mixed in with the potato salad. Lunch was ruined. They hadn't eaten, they were tired, hungry and now had no food. Everything was ruined. He shut the lid, and turned back around. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Ianto turned and looked inside the basket. “Oh.” he sighed and shut the lid. “Jack.”
“Don't.” He was on the edge of breaking something.
Ianto put his hand on Jack's arm. “It's okay, Jack.”
“No! It's not!”
Ianto spied the box on the backseat next to the basket. “Is that cake?”
Jack sighed and glanced back. “Yes.” He gathered as much inner strength as he could and picked up the box. He peaked inside. Silently, he closed the box, handed it to Ianto, opened the car door and got out of the car. The door slammed shut causing the car to rock like a cradle as Jack walked away from the parking lot, in the pouring rain to the beach in front of them. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, staring out at the water.
Ianto watched him. When Jack hadn't moved in a few minutes, Ianto opened the box. The cake inside read Happy Birthday Ian. Ianto sighed and closed the box.
Jack had tried so hard today to make his day special. And at every turn, something had gone wrong. From Ianto pulling a gun on him when he, admittedly broke into his flat, to their morning sex being interrupted by a molten lava stone solider alien from ancient Greece, Jack nearly knocking himself unconscious as the rain poured down and causing them to put the roof of the car up and now the food being ruined... Ianto knew why he was frustrated. Jack liked things to go his way.
He was confused though. He didn't think Jack did this sort of thing, make a fuss, grand gestures of affection. Jack would live forever. He would remain forever young, while Ianto would increasingly age, always get that little bit closer to the one thing that would ensure they would always be parted - death. Of course, Ianto worked for Torchwood, so he doubted that he would ever reach a ripe old age. Hell, he doubted he would reach 30, but there was always hope.
While Ianto would always age, Jack would always remain timeless. Ianto was of the understanding that there was no commitment between them, that he was just a mere comfort for Jack on his neverending journey on Earth, or the universe, galaxy, wherever he may roam. He was but a blip in time for Jack, even if Jack was his entire world. He didn't understand why Jack had gone to all this trouble to celebrate a day that brought him one more day closer to death, closer to being parted from him forever.
But it made Ianto fall even more in love with the man.
Not that he would ever admit it. They didn't talk about feelings.
Ianto put the box on the passenger's seat and got out of the vehicle, and closed the door carefully. He made his way down to the water and stood beside Jack.
“I'm going to assume it was a spelling mistake and not your way of announcing you had found someone else to warm your bed,” Ianto said softly.
“Ianto-” Jack looked at him, heartbroken and eyes red-rimmed.
“No, Jack. It's my turn to talk,” Ianto said as he turned to look at his lover. Jack looked back at the water. “I have absolutely no idea why you wanted to celebrate my birthday today. Quite frankly it's not a day I want to bring any attention to at all.”
Jack looked at his lover. “Everyone should have a day to celebrate being on this earth, that they're special to someone. That they're loved,” he replied softly.
Did Jack mean what I think he meant? Ianto thought as he stared at him, momentarily speechless.
“Jack...” Ianto hooked his hand behind Jack's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Jack clung to Ianto, his arms wrapped around him firmly. “Jack.”
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed you.”
Ianto shook his head. “You didn't fail me. You've never failed me, Jack.”
“But everything went wrong...”
“The car is amazing.” Ianto rested his forehead against Jack's.
“It rained.”
“The car is still amazing.”
“The food...”
“Jack.”
“And we got interrupted, the pyrovile, I told them to handle everything, nothing's gone right, everything was ruined. And the cake! How fucking hard is it to spell a name correctly?”
“Jack!” Ianto grinned.
“Yeah?”
“No one ever rented me James Bond's car before.”
Jack perked up. “Really?”
“Really.”
“So... I did something right?”
“You did something perfectly right.”
Jack gave him a small smile. “That's because I'm fantastic.”
“You are.” Ianto kissed him. “So, what's say, we go back to the car, we eat some of that cake, and then you ride me in the backseat of that car?”
Jack kissed him deeply. “What are we doing standing in the rain then?”
Instead of climbing into the front seats, they climbed into the backseat after Jack found a knife and moved the picnic basket out of the way. Ianto held the cake box open. Jack cut them a large slice each. They were careful not to get any of the cake on the car as they fed each other. They ate all of the cake, and licked and sucked the icing off each other's fingertips. The sight of Ianto sucking icing off Jack's fingers finally put a smile on Jack's face, and made his eyes darken with desire.
Jack licked the taste of cake from Ianto's mouth, and their actions quickly became frantic as fingers pushed at fabric and fumbled with buttons. Jack climbed onto Ianto's lap. Ianto pushed at Jack's trousers and boxers to pull his cock out. He stroked it hard and slowly. Jack groaned into Ianto's mouth and kicked his way out of his pants.
He pulled off Ianto's mouth, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. “You need less clothes. Now.”
Ianto let go of Jack's cock and fumbled with his own belt. Jack lifted off Ianto as much as he could to let Ianto lift his own hips to push his trousers and underwear off. He wriggled and groaned until they were down to his knees.
“That's far enough,” Jack growled as he curled a hand around Ianto's neck and dragged his mouth back to his, kissing him deeply. Ianto's hands found Jack's hips in a vice grip and yanked him down hard. They thrust their pelvises against each other, balls and cocks grinding together. Jack pulled away. “Fuck me, Ianto,” he breathed, his forehead against Ianto's ear. He latched onto Ianto's neck. Jack sucked and bit a bruise there, then lapped over it to soothe the sting.
“Have you brought any...?”
“My coat,” Jack mumbled against his throat. Jack reluctantly pulled away and bent down for his coat, fumbling through his pockets to pull out the tube he'd put in the inside pocket the night before, just as a precaution, and triumphantly pulled it out. “Thank god!”
“Slick me up,” Ianto held out his hand. Jack coated his fingers. Ianto wasted no time reaching around to trace Jack's crease, then slide two fingers inside.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jack pushed back, spread his legs further apart and dragged Ianto's lips back to his. Ianto thrust his fingers in and out languidly, twisting and stretching Jack to prepare him. He crooked his fingers when completely inside. Jack moaned into his mouth and thrust his hips forward. Ianto added the third when he knew Jack was ready. His lover increased the pace.
Ianto watched him as Jack fucked himself on Ianto's fingers. He was beautiful when lost in the throes of passion. He was beautiful when he wasn't, too, but there was something... ethereal about Jack when he made love.
Ianto realised that Jack was watching him. “What?”
Jack shook his head, and swallowed hard. He reached for the lube and spread some over Ianto's cock. He stroked him slowly, enjoying the sounds Ianto made when he twisted on the upstroke, the way Ianto's cock twitched as his fingers caught on the sensitive vein under the head. Holding Ianto's cock upright, Jack moved to line him up and sink down on his cock.
“Oh yeah,” they groaned together, heads resting against the other's. Ianto's hands were on his hips once more. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's shoulders. Ianto pressed his lips to Jack's in a chaste kiss.
“Thank you, Jack,” he said softly. He closed his eyes, enjoying being surrounded by the man he loved. In this moment, he could pretend that Jack loved him too. His heart ached, and he pushed the thought away. Don't wish for things you can't have, Ianto, he told himself. It only leads to heartbreak. Be thankful for what you have. And he was thankful. Thankful for any piece of the man he had with him. It was worth whatever price he had to pay, including his life.
“Ianto,” Jack sounded a little sad.
Ianto put his finger against Jack's lips. “Move, Jack.” Ianto thrust his hips up as much as he could. Jack rose up and down, creating a rhythm with Ianto's help. Ianto whispered encouragement to Jack, filthy, dirty talk the way Jack loved it. Jack didn't take long to reach his orgasm, cock trapped between their flat bellies, warm come spurting over both of them. Jack's pheromones filled the car, the scent of sex unmistakable, mixed with sweat. The heady blend made Ianto's eyes close as Jack continued to rise and fall on his hard cock.
“C'mon baby,” Jack encouraged, kissing him deeply, “Come for me, come deep inside me.” Jack trembled in Ianto's arms at the oversensitivity of his skin. “Love it when you fuck me, Ianto,” Jack muttered against his lips. Ianto pushed Jack up a little bit, held onto his hip and thrust up hard and fast, chasing his elusive pinnacle. He knew Jack would have bruises on his hips later, but he couldn't bring himself to care. “That's it, baby. Hard. Give it to me hard. I can take it.” He kissed Ianto hard. When he pulled back, he made sure Ianto looked at him. “Only you, Yan. Only you.”
Ianto came.
~*~
Jack woke up to find Ianto half laying on him, dead to the world, with the picnic blanket still wrapped around them. He checked his watch. It was nearly 4pm. They needed the head back to Cardiff. And get something to eat. His stomach rumbled. Definitely need to get something to eat. Though by the smell of the car, and them, it should probably be drive thru.
He looked down at his lover, and couldn't stop himself brushing back the lock of dark hair that had curled on his forehead. He looked so young when he was sleeping.
Jack had tried hard not to fall in love with the man in his arms. God, he'd tried. But he'd done it anyway. He might not be able to say the words - for that just made it all the more real, and the more real it was, the more real it would be that he would lose Ianto, forever - but he hoped that his actions spoke for themselves. He hoped that Ianto knew how he felt because of what he did, rather than what he said.
Jack Harkness was a man of action. After all, wasn't the saying 'actions speak louder than words'?
Ianto stirred. He blinked and looked up to see Jack watching him. “Okay. That's a little creepy.”
Jack smiled. “We should head back.” Jack dragged a finger lightly down Ianto's temple and cheek, tracing his jawline to hold his chin in place as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his lips.
Ianto tried to stretch. “Yeah. I guess so.” He sighed. “Thank you, Jack. For today.” Jack looked like he was going to protest, but Ianto beat him to it. “I know everything didn't exactly go to plan-”
“You can say that again.”
“But... no one ever went to so much trouble for me before. I really appreciate the effort you went to. And thank you for not doing the whole candy and flowers and candlelight dinner routine.” Ianto shuddered.
Jack smiled. “There's a Bondathon at the Union Theatre tonight.” Ianto looked up at him. “It starts at six-thirty. If we head back now, we might be able to make it in time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Ianto thought about it. “You know, I can have a Bondathon any time at my flat. In fact, that sounds like a better idea. What do you say we drive back to Cardiff, pick up some take out, and just hang out on the couch tonight, you, me and James? There may or may not be more sex involved.”
“Mr Jones, I do believe that sounds like a brilliant plan.” Jack kissed him. “We should get dressed.”
“Yep. Oh and I'm driving.” Ianto grinned. “It is my birthday.”
Jack laughed. “That it is.”