Ianto Lives
A Torchwood fic
By: Tenshi-Chan
Part 10
Jack woke up slowly feeling deliciously sore in places he'd forgotten he could be sore in. Muscles that hadn't been used for over a year throbbed from the exertion they'd undergone the previous night.
The first hour or so had been purely carnal. Jack's long celibacy had met with Ianto's new libido. Added to the scent of the Welshman's pheromones, and it was amazing that Jack had been able to hold out long enough to get into the TARDIS.
After the fun they'd had with the blueberries, they'd taken a quick shower together and had resumed at a more leisurely pace with them exploring each other properly. Jack had delighted in the discovery that Ianto was sensitive in places he hadn't been sensitive before. Stroking the inside of Ianto's elbow had provided some interesting results.
In the end, the two of them had managed enough energy to take another quick shower to rinse most of the sweat and other fluids off before returning to bed, which they had stripped completely and had collapsed into without replacing the sheets. Ianto had protested weakly, but had been too tired to argue for long.
Jack curled closer to Ianto and smiled at the gentle rhythm of Ianto's heartbeat. He didn't hold any fantasies in believing that things would always be blissful, and there was no doubt in his mind that there would probably be times when his lover would want to be apart from him, but knowing that there was always going to be someone there made his existance just a little bit bearable.
Ianto hummed a little and his hand came up to smooth Jack's hair.
Jack kissed the nearest bit of skin he could reach and turned his head so he could meet Ianto's sleepy gaze. "Morning."
Ianto looked around a little before stretching. He winced a little, and Jack guessed his own body was protesting the workout it had received the previous night.
Jack pushed himself up and reached to caress Ianto's face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ianto chuckled a little and caressed a particularly deep bite mark on Jack's shoulder. "I think I should be asking you that question. What time is it?"
"No idea." Jack leaned down to give Ianto a quick kiss before pushing away. "Come on ... let's go get a shower before facing the day."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "But you promised me breakfast in bed."
Jack frowned in thought before chuckling. There had been that moment when Ianto was doing delicious things with his toes that Jack would have promised him anything. "So I did. All right. I'll shower first, then make up the bed while you get your own shower so it's comfortable for you while you wait for your humble servant to bring you breakfast. Anything in particular?"
Using his usual dry sense of humor, Ianto responded. "I had planned on asking for blueberry pancakes, but I think Martha is all out of fresh blueberries. Whatever you make will be fine." He captured Jack's hand and pulled him close to lick the shell of his ear. "If I'm pleased, I might be persuaded to make coffee."
Jack shuddered from both the sensation of Ianto's tongue and the possibility of having Ianto's coffee again. "Your wish is my command." The pair shared a smile before Jack hurried to take a shower.
Mickey watched as the Doctor groggily sipped his tea. The Time Lord hadn't gotten all that much sleep, but didn't seemed too upset about the fact. He actually seemed rather pleased about the whole affair.
The sound of singing reached their ears and Jack came in. "... And I'm feelin' ... gooooood!" He continued humming as he rummaged around at a much more leisurly pace than he had the previous night.
The Doctor had one of those elf-like grins on his face. "Nice night, Jack?"
Jack turned to them with a perfect smile and even Mickey was taken aback by it. "The best!"
Mickey grumped. "Well I should hope so." He motioned to the Doctor. "Poor bloke's balls must've been bluer than the TARDIS by the time he got some decent sleep."
The Doctor put his cup down and gave Mickey a wide-eyed look. "MICKEY!"
Mickey shrugged. "Well it's the truth, ain't it? You spent more time in that shower last night with the water on ice cold than Martha usually spends in a week. I dread to see the water bill."
Jack, to his credit, did try to look apologetic. It was killed by the fact that his shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. "You know ... if you were having that much trouble, Doctor, you could have joined us. There was a time, last night, that I think Ianto might have suggested it."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "And that's all this universe needs. But, honestly, neither of you are my type. Sorry." Then he rolled his shoulders. "Well ... now that the initial sexual tension is out of the way, young Mr. Jones is on his way to a full recovery which leaves you with a choice to make."
Jack looked puzzled. "What choice?"
The Doctor gave a partial shrug. "Well ... I could bring the two of you to Cardiff and drop you off on that hill top right after you left the lovely Gwen Cooper standing there feeling all abandoned. That really was naughty of you, but I really can't talk about walking away from a friend that needs you."
Jack gave the Doctor a slightly dark look that Mickey didn't really understand. He never had found out where the loud-mouthed captain had gone since that incident with the Slitheen. He'd just assumed that they'd parted ways since Jack hadn't been there with Rose and the blond hadn't breathed a word about Jack when the TARDIS had brought her back from Satellite 5.
Jack waited a moment before motioning with his hand. "Or ...? What's the other choice?"
The Doctor beamed at him in a way that Mickey thought should have blinded him. "Or you and Ianto could come with me. Travel a bit. Show your young man a bit of the universe. All of time and space. What do you say?"
Jack folded his arms and bowed his head in thought for a moment. "If it were just up to me, I'd travel around for a while before going back to Cardiff." He held up a finger when the Doctor took a breath in preparation of giving a happy speech about the fun they were going to have. "It isn't just up to me, though. If Ianto wants to return to Cardiff right away, then that's what we're doing." With that, he turned away and started up some eggs.
"Quite right." The Doctor still beamed. "You know something? I think being in love suits you. It grounds you a bit."
Mickey was surprised at Jack's answer.
"I already told you, Doctor. Love doesn't come close to what I feel for Ianto." He sighed and gave a half shrug and cut up some mushrooms. "Anyway ... he's waiting, and I promised him breakfast in bed." With that, Jack quickly prepared a tray of various breakfast items before heading back to the master bedroom while humming the same tune he'd been singing when he'd entered the kitchen.
"Breakfast is served." Jack entered the bedroom he was sharing with Ianto and almost dropped the tray he was carrying.
Ianto was lying in the middle of the bed completely bereft of any sort of covering except one bright red decorative throw pillow covering him in a very strategic place.
Jack smirked at his lover. He had suspected that one night would not be enough to satisfy the Welshman's newly enhanced libido. "For me?"
Ianto returned the smirk. "Always. But first, what did you bring me?"
Jack walked over and deftly folded down the small legs that turned the large tray into a lap table. He carefully gathered a spoonful of eggs and offered them to Ianto. "Say 'Ahhhh ...'"
With a smirk that Jack had always found sexy, Ianto complied and made the simple motion of eating a mouthful of eggs into a suggestive act. His eyes closed and he sucked on the spoon in such a way that made Jack shiver as he remembered that same mouth just the previous night suckling his nipples.
The rest of breakfast passed in a blur. Before Jack really knew what was happening, he was on and in Ianto. Rather than protest, the Welshman had taken control of the coupling. The two of them were moving together like practiced dancers. Ianto knew all the buttons to push and all the sounds to make to drive Jack wild.
When their movements took them above and beyond the very heights of ecstacy, it was Ianto who fell forward onto Jack's chest as the usually brash Captain gently withdrew from his body.
Ianto sighed against Jack. "God, I love you."
Jack took a deep breath and let it out. He knew what it was Ianto wanted to hear. "Ianto, I want you to trust me here."
Ianto looked up. "Hmm?"
Jack smiled at him. "Let your mental walls down a little and open yourself to me. I won't hurt you. I promise." He was careful in his mental and empathic connection with Ianto. Once he could sense the walls lowered, he held Ianto close and projected his feelings for Ianto to the Welshman.
Ianto's eyes widened and filled with tears even as an ecstatic smile bloomed on his face. "Oh ..." There was the briefest wave of the same feeling sent back to him, and Jack had never felt so blessed.
Jack helped Ianto bring the mental shields back up and kissed the corner of Ianto's mouth. "In my time, no one uses the word 'love' when it comes to certain people because love can be used in so many ways. Take Gwen, for instance." He chuckled when Ianto frowned a little in puzzlement. "She was always on about how she loved Rhys, but in the next moment saying how she had loved the book she was reading while drinking a tea that she just loved." He shook his head. "Love ... barely scratches the surface of what my feelings are for you." His smile returned. "Which is why I have never said the words 'I love you' to you. In my time, those words only cheapen what we have." When Ianto opened his mouth in alarm, Jack placed two fingers on his Welshman's lips. "Don't apologize. You were only putting the feeling to words as best as you could." Then he chuckled. "Besides ... I know you, Ianto. You never say those words lightly. You have told me often how much you enjoy certain Bond movies while sipping at a blend of coffee that you favor, but the fact that you use the word 'love' in reference to me honors me and fills me with a great deal of joy."
Ianto hummed and rested his head against Jack. "Is there a word for this feeling?"
"Nobody has ever come up with one that seemed adequate." He ran his fingers along Ianto's back. He shuddered a little and gave Ianto a little squeeze.
Ianto understood perfectly. "I'm here, Jack. Always."
Those words, so full of emotion and understanding, eased suddenly tensed muscles and chased away unspoken fears. For now, the whole of Jack's universe revolved around the sun that was Ianto Jones.
END OF IANTO LIVES
Author's Notes: First off, Jack is singing the song "I'm Feeling Good" and if you hear John Barrowman singing it, that last little groan is just perfect for the happy mood Jack is in. I would also like to reassure fans that there IS a sequel in the works. I just don't have a title for it. Keep an eye out for it in the coming weeks while I work on my other fics. Thanks for reading.