Room With a View
Title: Room with a View
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC Wales
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for mrs_cj_harkness HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D
Summary: Post 1x04 - Ianto's not feeling so good about returning to work or his place in the world. But Jack's there to make it all better.
Ianto sighed as he turned off the hot water.
Today was his last day off of work. The last day of his suspension.
Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and slung it around his hips before heading out of the bathroom.
He supposed he was lucky he hadn’t been shot or retconned, but over the past two weeks, without Lisa to take care of, without a team to take care of, he felt beyond lonely.
He had spoken to his sister a couple of times, but never about what was actually bothering him. He’d just wanted to hear a friendly voice from someone who knew nothing of the pain and confusion he was going through right now.
Lisa, before the cyber part of her brain took over, had known that he grieved for her every day, that he wanted nothing more than to make her better and berated himself every time he failed.
Tosh, Owen and Gwen pitied him. They didn’t understand what he was going through, couldn’t understand. Yes, Owen had lost his fiancé in a horrible manner, but at least she had died peacefully, not screaming in pain and begging for mercy… twice. Lisa had died twice and he had suffered twice the pain.
He had wanted it all to end, had wished that Jack had just retconned him, because he knew he was too weak to do it himself. He couldn’t bring himself to cause that kind of pain to his family. To leave a mess behind for them to clean up. Was it wrong that he was concerned more about the mess he would leave behind rather than his own sanity? He supposed he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t think like that. At least he hadn’t had a complete personality transplant.
In fact, he was more worried now about what the others would act like around him when he went back. Would Tosh still joke with him? Would Gwen still mother him? Owen banter back and forth with him? And would Jack… would Jack even be able to look him in the eye anymore.
As he walked into his bedroom he was ready to just collapse onto his bed and fall unconscious for the night. But he froze when he saw none other than the man himself standing staring out of his window at the lights of the city.
“Jack?” he asked softly.
“Never really noticed just how good a view you have before,” Jack said quietly, not looking away from the window.
“Well, I pay enough rent for it,” Ianto said quietly, noticing that Jack’s coat was lying on the chair next to his drawers, “Is that all you came for? To check out the view?”
Jack turned to look at him, “No,” he said, “I came to see you.”
Ianto froze, and stared at him in surprise, “Why?” he asked softly.
Jack stepped forward, closing the distance between them, “Because I was worried about you,” he explained.
“Worried?”
Jack nodded, “You haven’t returned any of my calls, or texts or emails. I wouldn’t even have known that you were coming back to work tomorrow if Tosh hadn’t told me.”
Ianto lowered his head in embarrassment, “Sorry,” he said quietly.
Jack put his fingers under his chin, bringing his face back up so he could look into those sorrow filled jewel like blue eyes of his, “Don’t be sorry,” he said, “You’ve been through a lot, it’s bound to have taken its toll on you,” he told him, “I just wanted to see for myself that you were… that you hadn’t done something silly.”
Ianto sighed and pulled away from Jack, sitting down on the edge of his bed, the towel falling low on his hips, “Well you can quite clearly see that I haven’t, so you can go now.”
Jack sat down next to him, “I don’t want to go,” he told him, resting his hand on his thigh.
Ianto followed the length of Jack’s arm up until he was looking into his concerned eyes.
“Can I stay?” Jack asked him.
“You’ve never asked for permission before,” Ianto said, “Why ask now?”
“Because this is your home and if you don’t want me here then all you have to do is say so.”
Ianto was quiet for a moment, lowering his head in thought. Jack seemed to take that as a sign that Ianto wanted him to leave and removed his hand from his towel clad thigh.
“No,” Ianto said, reaching out and taking hold of his hand, “Don’t go. Stay. Please.”
Jack was quiet for a moment before speaking, “Are you sure?”
Ianto looked up at him, loosening his grip on Jack’s hand to allow him to thread their fingers together.
It was all the confirmation Jack need before he leaned forward and kissed Ianto softly.
Ianto let his eyes fall closed, his mouth falling open slightly at the light touch of lips to his. It was so gently, so sweet, so caring that it made him dizzy. He kept his eyes closed as Jack kissed him on the nose, then each cheek, his lips capturing the drips of water from his damp hair, before pulling back.
“Open your eyes Ianto,” Jack said quietly.
Ianto did as he was told, surprised to see Jack sitting so closely to him. He wrapped his free hand around Ianto’s neck and pulled him close, kissing his lips again, only this time Ianto kissed back, making their connection all the more firm.
When they pulled back, Jack rested his forehead on Ianto’s, his fingers lightly playing with the damp curls at the base of his neck before he spoke.
“Shall we go to sleep?” he asked, “Early start tomorrow.”
Ianto looked up into those bright blue eyes of his, full of so much wisdom and knowledge and at the moment, warmth and nodded.
Jack pulled back, standing up to strip out of his clothes, leaving him standing naked in front of Ianto.
Ianto never got tired of seeing Jack naked. He was the most beautiful being he had ever came into contact with and could happily spend eternity in his presence. He didn’t object when Jack pulled him to his feet, gently tugging on the towel and letting it fall to the floor.
He kissed Ianto again, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently trailing his hands up and down his back, settling them just above his behind as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of Ianto’s neck.
Ianto mimicked him, his arms wrapped tightly around Jack’s strong body and holding onto him for dear life, terrified of what might happen if Jack let go of him.
But Jack never let go. Instead they stood holding onto each other for what seemed like an age, just breathing in each other’s scent and taking strength off the presence of each other.
As his skin began to dry and he found himself shivering from the cold, Ianto felt himself being pushed down onto the bed with Jack climbing under the covers with him. He lay on his back, pulling Ianto on top of him who lowered himself down, using Jack’s chest as a pillow while his arms wrapped tightly round his waist.
Jack held on tight to him with one arm as he reached over and turned out the light, his free hand going back to Ianto, gently tracing his fingers through his hair until he felt his breathing begin to slow and even out.
“Good night Ianto,” he said quietly, only getting a small whimper in reply as Ianto, for the first time in a long time, fell into a dreamless sleep.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC Wales
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for mrs_cj_harkness HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D
Summary: Post 1x04 - Ianto's not feeling so good about returning to work or his place in the world. But Jack's there to make it all better.
Ianto sighed as he turned off the hot water.
Today was his last day off of work. The last day of his suspension.
Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and slung it around his hips before heading out of the bathroom.
He supposed he was lucky he hadn’t been shot or retconned, but over the past two weeks, without Lisa to take care of, without a team to take care of, he felt beyond lonely.
He had spoken to his sister a couple of times, but never about what was actually bothering him. He’d just wanted to hear a friendly voice from someone who knew nothing of the pain and confusion he was going through right now.
Lisa, before the cyber part of her brain took over, had known that he grieved for her every day, that he wanted nothing more than to make her better and berated himself every time he failed.
Tosh, Owen and Gwen pitied him. They didn’t understand what he was going through, couldn’t understand. Yes, Owen had lost his fiancé in a horrible manner, but at least she had died peacefully, not screaming in pain and begging for mercy… twice. Lisa had died twice and he had suffered twice the pain.
He had wanted it all to end, had wished that Jack had just retconned him, because he knew he was too weak to do it himself. He couldn’t bring himself to cause that kind of pain to his family. To leave a mess behind for them to clean up. Was it wrong that he was concerned more about the mess he would leave behind rather than his own sanity? He supposed he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t think like that. At least he hadn’t had a complete personality transplant.
In fact, he was more worried now about what the others would act like around him when he went back. Would Tosh still joke with him? Would Gwen still mother him? Owen banter back and forth with him? And would Jack… would Jack even be able to look him in the eye anymore.
As he walked into his bedroom he was ready to just collapse onto his bed and fall unconscious for the night. But he froze when he saw none other than the man himself standing staring out of his window at the lights of the city.
“Jack?” he asked softly.
“Never really noticed just how good a view you have before,” Jack said quietly, not looking away from the window.
“Well, I pay enough rent for it,” Ianto said quietly, noticing that Jack’s coat was lying on the chair next to his drawers, “Is that all you came for? To check out the view?”
Jack turned to look at him, “No,” he said, “I came to see you.”
Ianto froze, and stared at him in surprise, “Why?” he asked softly.
Jack stepped forward, closing the distance between them, “Because I was worried about you,” he explained.
“Worried?”
Jack nodded, “You haven’t returned any of my calls, or texts or emails. I wouldn’t even have known that you were coming back to work tomorrow if Tosh hadn’t told me.”
Ianto lowered his head in embarrassment, “Sorry,” he said quietly.
Jack put his fingers under his chin, bringing his face back up so he could look into those sorrow filled jewel like blue eyes of his, “Don’t be sorry,” he said, “You’ve been through a lot, it’s bound to have taken its toll on you,” he told him, “I just wanted to see for myself that you were… that you hadn’t done something silly.”
Ianto sighed and pulled away from Jack, sitting down on the edge of his bed, the towel falling low on his hips, “Well you can quite clearly see that I haven’t, so you can go now.”
Jack sat down next to him, “I don’t want to go,” he told him, resting his hand on his thigh.
Ianto followed the length of Jack’s arm up until he was looking into his concerned eyes.
“Can I stay?” Jack asked him.
“You’ve never asked for permission before,” Ianto said, “Why ask now?”
“Because this is your home and if you don’t want me here then all you have to do is say so.”
Ianto was quiet for a moment, lowering his head in thought. Jack seemed to take that as a sign that Ianto wanted him to leave and removed his hand from his towel clad thigh.
“No,” Ianto said, reaching out and taking hold of his hand, “Don’t go. Stay. Please.”
Jack was quiet for a moment before speaking, “Are you sure?”
Ianto looked up at him, loosening his grip on Jack’s hand to allow him to thread their fingers together.
It was all the confirmation Jack need before he leaned forward and kissed Ianto softly.
Ianto let his eyes fall closed, his mouth falling open slightly at the light touch of lips to his. It was so gently, so sweet, so caring that it made him dizzy. He kept his eyes closed as Jack kissed him on the nose, then each cheek, his lips capturing the drips of water from his damp hair, before pulling back.
“Open your eyes Ianto,” Jack said quietly.
Ianto did as he was told, surprised to see Jack sitting so closely to him. He wrapped his free hand around Ianto’s neck and pulled him close, kissing his lips again, only this time Ianto kissed back, making their connection all the more firm.
When they pulled back, Jack rested his forehead on Ianto’s, his fingers lightly playing with the damp curls at the base of his neck before he spoke.
“Shall we go to sleep?” he asked, “Early start tomorrow.”
Ianto looked up into those bright blue eyes of his, full of so much wisdom and knowledge and at the moment, warmth and nodded.
Jack pulled back, standing up to strip out of his clothes, leaving him standing naked in front of Ianto.
Ianto never got tired of seeing Jack naked. He was the most beautiful being he had ever came into contact with and could happily spend eternity in his presence. He didn’t object when Jack pulled him to his feet, gently tugging on the towel and letting it fall to the floor.
He kissed Ianto again, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently trailing his hands up and down his back, settling them just above his behind as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of Ianto’s neck.
Ianto mimicked him, his arms wrapped tightly around Jack’s strong body and holding onto him for dear life, terrified of what might happen if Jack let go of him.
But Jack never let go. Instead they stood holding onto each other for what seemed like an age, just breathing in each other’s scent and taking strength off the presence of each other.
As his skin began to dry and he found himself shivering from the cold, Ianto felt himself being pushed down onto the bed with Jack climbing under the covers with him. He lay on his back, pulling Ianto on top of him who lowered himself down, using Jack’s chest as a pillow while his arms wrapped tightly round his waist.
Jack held on tight to him with one arm as he reached over and turned out the light, his free hand going back to Ianto, gently tracing his fingers through his hair until he felt his breathing begin to slow and even out.
“Good night Ianto,” he said quietly, only getting a small whimper in reply as Ianto, for the first time in a long time, fell into a dreamless sleep.
THE END