Fic: Bloody Torchwood, Part 3, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Andy/Ianto, NC-17
Andy woke, to the smell of savory coffee and the sound of bacon frying. The bed, while warm and comfortable was empty. That, coupled with the smells of the kitchen (which reminded his body he was hungry), led him to the decision to get up.
He groaned, his body ached from activites he hadn’t thought he was capable of doing. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex that mind blowingly good. It made his body hum in contentment despite his muscles protesting.
Somehow though, he managed to put on his jeans and find his way to the kitchen. Jack and Ianto were already up. Jack, still naked as the night before, and Ianto had changed into some flannel pants. The captain was pressed flush against his secretary, whispering all sorts of obscenities, and Ianto, simply ignored him as he cooked breakfast.
“Well, good morning sleeping beauty, we were beginning to think prince charming was going to have to wake you,” Jack grinned, winking over his shoulder at Andy. Ianto sighed.
“Charming, but I don’t see the princely qualities Jack,” He said dryly.
“Oh, I’m hurt,” Jack pouted. Ianto pulled away and looked at Andy.
“Oh, you didn’t have to put those back on, I laid out a set for you on the chair next to them,” Ianto said apologetically. Andy blushed in his timidness, pink coloring his pale cheeks and shoulders. He moved to the coffee maker and poured him a cup. Jack leaned against the counter, completely at ease in his nudity.
“Do you drink coffee?” Ianto asked. Jack turned his attention to what was on the stove. Andy nodded, and cradled the cup in his lap, feeling awkward and self conscious. When he finally took a sip, he wasn’t sure what was better, sex with Jack and Ianto, or Ianto’s amazing coffee of brilliance.
“Oh yeah, he’s good at that too,” Jack laughed setting the plate of eggs and bacon before him. Andy nodded, too lost in the pleasure of really good coffee to speak. Ianto laughed, kissing Jack slowly.
They lingered over breakfast and small talk. Jack spent most of the time trying to feel up either of them. Ianto batted his hands away as if it were nothing. Andy could only blush and pretend it hadn’t happened. Jack it turned out was excellent at story telling, and the stories he shared with Andy had his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Especially the one about the twin acrobats.
They all jumped when someone’s mobile went off. It was Andy’s shoved in his jeans pocket, forgotten from the night before.
“Shit, I’m late!” He hurriedly answered the call. “I’m going to get fired. I just know it!” He walked into the other room.
“Jack, we can’t let that happen,” Ianto said over his coffee as he skimmed the paper. Jack was leaning back, grinning.
“No, I suppose we can’t,” he agreed. “It’d be awful if we lost our PC Andy,” He considered for a moment. “Then we’d have to hire him,”
“Or give him retcon…” The two men shook their heads as Andy came scrambling back into the kitchen, haphazardly dressed. He sat down shoveling his plate into his mouth.
“Listen, thanks for this, but I really have to go…I’m really in it now…” he said between gulps of food and coffee. Jack was only laughing because it was simply cute. He caught Andy by the wrist before he could dart out and pulled him into his lap.
“Hey now…take it easy…” he leaned in for a kiss and Andy groaned, because God, did he want to stay. Jack grinned against him.
“I have to go,”
“I know…” Jack stroked his cheek. “Hey, listen,” He pulled back, all seriousness across his face. Andy peered up out of eyes less innocent than they were the night before. “I really hope you enjoyed yourself,” He kissed his forehead. Andy’s eyes fluttered closed.
Then the world came crashing down and he leapt from Jack’s lap.
“I really have to go,” he said apologetically. “Thanks,” And he was bounding for the door.
“Andy!” Ianto called from the kitchen. Andy spun around.
“Oh, right,” he went back for his mobile that he had left on the kitchen table in his haste. “Thanks,”
“And Andy,” Ianto called him back still. Blue eyes met each other. “You’re welcome to come again. If you want,”
Together Jack and Ianto watched him leave the flat.
“Jack,” Ianto held up the mobile to the Captain. Jack nodded taking the offered phone and dialed the number.
He waited as it rang, leaning against the counter watching Cardiff wake before him. Ianto was behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his cheek to his shoulder. Jack reached down, taking his hand in his and intertwining their fingers. “Hello, yes, this is Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood, calling on behalf of PC Andy Davidson…”