Fic: Enough
Title: Enough
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1492
Summary: For just one day, Ianto pretends that he's enough.
Warnings/Notes: Prompt: lover100 039: soft Spoilers: for 'Out of Time'. Thanks to the lovely, dogsunderfoot for a quick Beta-ing. This turned out much less porny and fluffy than I'd intended and I'm still not quite sure how that happened or even if it worked in the end.
Everyone has been very welcoming and supportive as I took my first shaky steps into Torchwood fandom and I'd like to take the opportunity to thank you all for that. It's officially Christmas here so Merry Christmas everyone!
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
As Ianto gradually came back into consciousness after a rare night of dreamless sleep, he became aware of a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He tried to move, to push it off, then realised that it was warm and soft and was doing quite nice things to his right nipple. Warily cracking open one eye, he was pleasantly surprised when he found himself staring directly down at the top of the disheveled head of Jack Harkness.
He stayed.
Soft lips pressed purposefully along his sternum, forging a moist trail down to his navel. A tongue dipped inside the depression, tickling the nerve-endings there and making Ianto's breath hitch. His fingers curled in the bedsheets as the warm mouth continued its journey south, dropping light kisses along the crease between thigh and groin, then traveled maddeningly slow across the sensitive skin of his inside thigh.
'Ja-ck,' he whispered hoarsely, digging his heels into the mattress for leverage as he tried to arch up into the tortuously sweet touch, but Jack held him down with one large square palm on his abdomen.
Ianto looked down at the other man, ready to protest the restraint, then he saw Jack's lust-blown eyes staring up at him, something unfathomable reflecting in the dilated pupils. A dark stirring that made the complaint die on Ianto's tongue before he could give it voice, that sent a shiver of something purely elemental dripping down Ianto's spine to coil tightly at the base.
Ianto bit his lip when Jack's tongue slipped from between those soft, firm lips and Jack, without taking his eyes off Ianto's face, licked a firm stripe up the underside of Ianto's shaft before swirling it around the head. Breath escaped from Ianto's lips in a rush and he didn't dare try and draw more in, afraid he'd break the spell that had been woven, as he watched Jack as the other man watched him, watched his reactions to his ministrations.
Jack licked and sucked Ianto's ohgodsohard cock, twirling his tongue around the crown and eagerly lapping up the spilled pre-come. Ianto sank a hand into Jack's soft-as-silk hair, combing it gently through the light-brown strands. As Jack took more and more of Ianto's cock into his throat, Ianto's trailed his hand over his cheek, tracing the edge of that gorgeous jawline before drawing his thumb over the dimple in his chin.
Jack moaned around Ianto's cock, sending a tingling vibration right to Ianto's balls and making them tighten dangerously. Ianto's thumb slid up to Jack's mouth, rubbing over the curve of his stretched lips. As Jack's bobbed his head, Ianto's fingers brushed over his own cock, feeling the pulse of blood under the surface of the thin velvet-soft skin and the warm, wet saliva left to cool as Jack pulled off. Then Jack was there again, laving the skin - and Ianto's finger - with his tongue. He looked Ianto dead in the eye, a mischievous glint in the darkened depths, and swallowed. Ianto whimpered when the undulating muscles rippled around the head of his cock then repeated the tortured sound when Jack increased his suction.
As he hung precariously on the edge of complete and utter bliss, Ianto felt Jack's fingers brushing over his fist which was clenching in the bed sheets. He loosened his grip and grasped Jack's hand, begging him with his eyes to pleasepleaseplease give him the push he needed to fall into the abyss, to drown in pure pleasure. Jack moaned once again then closed his eyes, breaking their connection. Ianto's orgasm slammed into him like a wave of rushing water, as if the eye contact with Jack had been all that was holding it back. Ianto held on tight as he let himself be taken, brokenly whispering Jack's name before he lost all ability to speakmovethink.
When Ianto opened his eyes again, Jack was on his hands and knees hovering over him. Their eyes met and held, Jack's still swimming with conflicting emotions.
'Morning,' Jack said softly and Ianto smiled, shifting and reaching for the hard cock he could feel poking into his hip. Jack's next quietly spoken words, though, stilled his hand. 'Happy Christmas.'
Ianto blinked up at the other man. He'd forgotten it was Christmas morning. 'Oh, yeah,' he said, voice hoarse with sleep. 'Happy Christmas. Was that my present?'
Jack shook his head and smiled - not his usual brilliant grin, but not his forced, everything-is-just-fine smile either. This was something sweet and warm and in-between, and something Ianto hadn't seen before. His brow creased. Jack had been uncharacteristically quiet and pliable since John Ellis' death twenty-four hours earlier; accepting Ianto's invitation to spend the evening at his flat without a mention of the now unmanned Hub, then spooning behind him in bed and asking Ianto if it was okay if they 'took a night off'. And he was still here... Jack never stayed the whole night.
There was something new in his eyes, something that made Ianto feel alternatively as warm and gooey inside as freshly baked cookies, and completely cold with fear. He wondered if this softer mood was a lingering response to Ellis' death, and wasn't sure if this previously unheard of slow, considerate, and so far one-sided love-making (because, his startled mind finally registered, that had not been fucking), and this new smile should worry or intrigue him.
'Is everything alright?' he asked quietly.
A muscle in Jack's jaw bunched then released. 'It's just been a long time since I woke up next to someone on Christmas morning,' Jack said softly, balancing his weight on one arm as he cupped Ianto's face. 'Thank you for inviting me over.'
Ianto gave him an uncertain smile. 'You have an open invitation, Jack,' he murmured then wrapped his fingers loosely around Jack's wrist. 'What do you normally do on Christmas Day?'
Jack lowered himself carefully onto Ianto's chest, spending a moment rearranging their limbs before he answered. 'Hang out at the Hub,' he said, pressing his cheek to the flesh over Ianto's heart. 'Waiting for it all to be over. I really should go back.'
Ianto skimmed his hand along Jack's arm then wound his fingers in the hair at Jack's nape. The loneliness in Jack's tone made Ianto's heart ache and he yet again he wished he could be everything Jack needed, that he could take that yearning Jack couldn't always hide and give him what he longed for.
He wished that - even just for today - he could be enough.
Ianto dropped a kiss on the top of Jack's head and rolled them onto their sides, limbs knotted so completely that Ianto wasn't completely sure where Jack ended and he began.
'Do you have to?' he asked, shivering a little as Jack's fingers danced along his spine. 'When I was a kid all I wanted to do was leap out of bed on Christmas morning. Now, I wouldn't mind staying in here all day.' He hesitated then added, more tentatively than he had planned, 'Some company would be nice.'
He bit his lip as he waited for a response, hoping that, for once, Jack didn't want to be alone, that today, he would let Ianto and his tiny little flat be his world.
'Christmas in bed?' Jack mused, a tint of his usual machismo colouring his voice. 'Sounds like my kind of celebration.'
Ianto chuckled, the sound swallowed by a sudden kiss Jack pressed tenderly to his lips. 'Thank you, Ianto,' he murmured softly, and the overwhelming wave of want that crashed over Ianto made his eyes sting with unshed tears.
Gripping Jack's face, Ianto deepened the kiss, making it rougher and more demanding than Jack's had been. He couldn't bear the wash of powerful emotions Jack's gentleness was illiciting; budding feelings he knew Jack would never be able to return no matter how often Ianto thought he caught a glimpse of something in Jack's eyes.
Ianto rolled Jack onto his back, rocking their hips together and smiling when Jack moaned at the friction on his cock. Burying his face in Jack's neck, he bit down hard enough to bruise and breathed a sigh of relief when Jack's previously gentle touch firmed, hands squeezing his arse hard.
'My turn to be Santa,' he mumbled against Jack's collarbone before his tongue painted Jack's nipple with broad strokes of his tongue.
For the rest of the year, he would take whatever Jack offered freely - Jack's body and a little bit of his infinite time - and be happy with that tiny slice of eternity while he ignored the longing for more than Ianto could offer in Jack's eyes.
For just this one day, though, it wouldn't hurt too much to pretend that this - he - was enough.
fin.
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1492
Summary: For just one day, Ianto pretends that he's enough.
Warnings/Notes: Prompt: lover100 039: soft Spoilers: for 'Out of Time'. Thanks to the lovely, dogsunderfoot for a quick Beta-ing. This turned out much less porny and fluffy than I'd intended and I'm still not quite sure how that happened or even if it worked in the end.
Everyone has been very welcoming and supportive as I took my first shaky steps into Torchwood fandom and I'd like to take the opportunity to thank you all for that. It's officially Christmas here so Merry Christmas everyone!
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
As Ianto gradually came back into consciousness after a rare night of dreamless sleep, he became aware of a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He tried to move, to push it off, then realised that it was warm and soft and was doing quite nice things to his right nipple. Warily cracking open one eye, he was pleasantly surprised when he found himself staring directly down at the top of the disheveled head of Jack Harkness.
He stayed.
Soft lips pressed purposefully along his sternum, forging a moist trail down to his navel. A tongue dipped inside the depression, tickling the nerve-endings there and making Ianto's breath hitch. His fingers curled in the bedsheets as the warm mouth continued its journey south, dropping light kisses along the crease between thigh and groin, then traveled maddeningly slow across the sensitive skin of his inside thigh.
'Ja-ck,' he whispered hoarsely, digging his heels into the mattress for leverage as he tried to arch up into the tortuously sweet touch, but Jack held him down with one large square palm on his abdomen.
Ianto looked down at the other man, ready to protest the restraint, then he saw Jack's lust-blown eyes staring up at him, something unfathomable reflecting in the dilated pupils. A dark stirring that made the complaint die on Ianto's tongue before he could give it voice, that sent a shiver of something purely elemental dripping down Ianto's spine to coil tightly at the base.
Ianto bit his lip when Jack's tongue slipped from between those soft, firm lips and Jack, without taking his eyes off Ianto's face, licked a firm stripe up the underside of Ianto's shaft before swirling it around the head. Breath escaped from Ianto's lips in a rush and he didn't dare try and draw more in, afraid he'd break the spell that had been woven, as he watched Jack as the other man watched him, watched his reactions to his ministrations.
Jack licked and sucked Ianto's ohgodsohard cock, twirling his tongue around the crown and eagerly lapping up the spilled pre-come. Ianto sank a hand into Jack's soft-as-silk hair, combing it gently through the light-brown strands. As Jack took more and more of Ianto's cock into his throat, Ianto's trailed his hand over his cheek, tracing the edge of that gorgeous jawline before drawing his thumb over the dimple in his chin.
Jack moaned around Ianto's cock, sending a tingling vibration right to Ianto's balls and making them tighten dangerously. Ianto's thumb slid up to Jack's mouth, rubbing over the curve of his stretched lips. As Jack's bobbed his head, Ianto's fingers brushed over his own cock, feeling the pulse of blood under the surface of the thin velvet-soft skin and the warm, wet saliva left to cool as Jack pulled off. Then Jack was there again, laving the skin - and Ianto's finger - with his tongue. He looked Ianto dead in the eye, a mischievous glint in the darkened depths, and swallowed. Ianto whimpered when the undulating muscles rippled around the head of his cock then repeated the tortured sound when Jack increased his suction.
As he hung precariously on the edge of complete and utter bliss, Ianto felt Jack's fingers brushing over his fist which was clenching in the bed sheets. He loosened his grip and grasped Jack's hand, begging him with his eyes to pleasepleaseplease give him the push he needed to fall into the abyss, to drown in pure pleasure. Jack moaned once again then closed his eyes, breaking their connection. Ianto's orgasm slammed into him like a wave of rushing water, as if the eye contact with Jack had been all that was holding it back. Ianto held on tight as he let himself be taken, brokenly whispering Jack's name before he lost all ability to speakmovethink.
When Ianto opened his eyes again, Jack was on his hands and knees hovering over him. Their eyes met and held, Jack's still swimming with conflicting emotions.
'Morning,' Jack said softly and Ianto smiled, shifting and reaching for the hard cock he could feel poking into his hip. Jack's next quietly spoken words, though, stilled his hand. 'Happy Christmas.'
Ianto blinked up at the other man. He'd forgotten it was Christmas morning. 'Oh, yeah,' he said, voice hoarse with sleep. 'Happy Christmas. Was that my present?'
Jack shook his head and smiled - not his usual brilliant grin, but not his forced, everything-is-just-fine smile either. This was something sweet and warm and in-between, and something Ianto hadn't seen before. His brow creased. Jack had been uncharacteristically quiet and pliable since John Ellis' death twenty-four hours earlier; accepting Ianto's invitation to spend the evening at his flat without a mention of the now unmanned Hub, then spooning behind him in bed and asking Ianto if it was okay if they 'took a night off'. And he was still here... Jack never stayed the whole night.
There was something new in his eyes, something that made Ianto feel alternatively as warm and gooey inside as freshly baked cookies, and completely cold with fear. He wondered if this softer mood was a lingering response to Ellis' death, and wasn't sure if this previously unheard of slow, considerate, and so far one-sided love-making (because, his startled mind finally registered, that had not been fucking), and this new smile should worry or intrigue him.
'Is everything alright?' he asked quietly.
A muscle in Jack's jaw bunched then released. 'It's just been a long time since I woke up next to someone on Christmas morning,' Jack said softly, balancing his weight on one arm as he cupped Ianto's face. 'Thank you for inviting me over.'
Ianto gave him an uncertain smile. 'You have an open invitation, Jack,' he murmured then wrapped his fingers loosely around Jack's wrist. 'What do you normally do on Christmas Day?'
Jack lowered himself carefully onto Ianto's chest, spending a moment rearranging their limbs before he answered. 'Hang out at the Hub,' he said, pressing his cheek to the flesh over Ianto's heart. 'Waiting for it all to be over. I really should go back.'
Ianto skimmed his hand along Jack's arm then wound his fingers in the hair at Jack's nape. The loneliness in Jack's tone made Ianto's heart ache and he yet again he wished he could be everything Jack needed, that he could take that yearning Jack couldn't always hide and give him what he longed for.
He wished that - even just for today - he could be enough.
Ianto dropped a kiss on the top of Jack's head and rolled them onto their sides, limbs knotted so completely that Ianto wasn't completely sure where Jack ended and he began.
'Do you have to?' he asked, shivering a little as Jack's fingers danced along his spine. 'When I was a kid all I wanted to do was leap out of bed on Christmas morning. Now, I wouldn't mind staying in here all day.' He hesitated then added, more tentatively than he had planned, 'Some company would be nice.'
He bit his lip as he waited for a response, hoping that, for once, Jack didn't want to be alone, that today, he would let Ianto and his tiny little flat be his world.
'Christmas in bed?' Jack mused, a tint of his usual machismo colouring his voice. 'Sounds like my kind of celebration.'
Ianto chuckled, the sound swallowed by a sudden kiss Jack pressed tenderly to his lips. 'Thank you, Ianto,' he murmured softly, and the overwhelming wave of want that crashed over Ianto made his eyes sting with unshed tears.
Gripping Jack's face, Ianto deepened the kiss, making it rougher and more demanding than Jack's had been. He couldn't bear the wash of powerful emotions Jack's gentleness was illiciting; budding feelings he knew Jack would never be able to return no matter how often Ianto thought he caught a glimpse of something in Jack's eyes.
Ianto rolled Jack onto his back, rocking their hips together and smiling when Jack moaned at the friction on his cock. Burying his face in Jack's neck, he bit down hard enough to bruise and breathed a sigh of relief when Jack's previously gentle touch firmed, hands squeezing his arse hard.
'My turn to be Santa,' he mumbled against Jack's collarbone before his tongue painted Jack's nipple with broad strokes of his tongue.
For the rest of the year, he would take whatever Jack offered freely - Jack's body and a little bit of his infinite time - and be happy with that tiny slice of eternity while he ignored the longing for more than Ianto could offer in Jack's eyes.
For just this one day, though, it wouldn't hurt too much to pretend that this - he - was enough.
fin.