Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 4-5 Intermezzo
Word Count: 1,748
Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: On the last day of their honeymoon, Jack and Ianto enjoy one more quiet moment together.
Warnings: mentions of rimming, dildos, and triple-penetration
A/N: Since so many of you asked for it, here it is: just a little honeymoon snippet before we start on Year 5. Look for the updated PDF of everything so far coming at you sometime this week.
FUCKING HELL LJ HAS EATEN MY POST 3 TIMES NOW. GRGGGK.
Ianto awoke to the sound of Jack groaning and the feel of the mattress shifting beneath him as Jack feebly tried to sit up. There was a minute of mumbled expletives and more groaning, before Jack finally managed to get out of bed, the mattress abruptly dropping lower on Ianto's side of the bed.
Subtly, hoping Jack wouldn't notice, Ianto peered out from under the covers and watched Jack limp over to the bathroom. Ianto grinned.
Ianto listened to the toilet flush and tap turn on, then off, before the bathroom light flicked back off and Jack came limping back out. When he caught sight of Ianto watching him from his three thousand thread count cocoon, Jack started exaggerating his limp and clutching his backside piteously. “You've ruined me!” he groaned as he made his way to Ianto's side of the bed. “Fucked out! Done!” Ianto grinned as Jack climbed on top of him, chin settling down on Ianto's chest. “Now I know why the sex stops once couples get married: I don't think my anus will ever be capable of withstanding your penis again.”
Ianto snorted, untangling one hand from the sheets so he could smack Jack on the back of his head. Jack mouthed ow as Ianto spoke. “I seem to recall a refrain of 'more, more, Ianto, more' last night.”
Jack's grin was blinding. “That's because I can never get enough of you.”
Ianto scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Now I know why Mickey calls you 'Captain Cheese'.”
“You love it,” Jack fired back.
Both men's smiles softened at Jack's words. “Yeah,” Ianto whispered. “I guess I do.” The kiss was long and languorous – neither man could muster the energy to be rushed or fierce, not after the last four days. When they pulled away Ianto finally allowed Jack an iota of sympathy, reaching his hand back to caress Jack's well-used arse. “I didn't even think you could get sore,” he mused.
Wincing as he slid off Ianto to settle next to him, Jack shrugged. “Neither did I. I suppose we must have done something really, really right.”
Ianto frowned. “Or really, really wrong. I suppose last night must have been too much. We should have stopped with the two dildos filled with hot wax. Adding my own girth into the mix was probably too much.”
Jack's arm slipped over Ianto's chest as he drew them closer together. Ianto went willingly, cuddling up to Jack's chest with a soft sigh. Jack stroked Ianto's hair absently as he spoke. “It wouldn't have been any fun without you in me, too.”
“Then maybe we should have used one less dildo,” Ianto retorted.
“Then it would have been just like any old night, instead of the last night of our honeymoon.”
Realizing that the sun was a bit bright coming through their suite's window, Ianto tugged his arm from between his and Jack's bodies and checked his watch. Check out was at eleven... but it was only just gone eight, as of yet. Plenty of time.
Snaking his hand back down between them, Ianto palmed Jack's cock. With almost Pavlovian responsiveness it began to swell to his touch. “Hold that thought,” Ianto murmured, giving Jack's penis a quick pat. He then rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take care of his own morning business.
Jack's raised voice reached Ianto as he was flushing the toilet. “I can pick up Gwil from Gwen and Rhys' this afternoon,” he offered. “You've got to go through all my messages before I do anything, anyway.”
Returning to bed, Ianto nodded. “Alright. I'll make sure everything you need is in order by the time you get back to the Hub. Now,” sliding under the sheets, Ianto reached for Jack's penis again. It started to grow more turgid almost immediately. “Where were we?”
Jack's grin was all shining white teeth as he pushed into Ianto's hand. Fumbling with the sheets for a moment, Jack's hand eventually found its way under the covers and to Ianto's own stirring erection. Ianto let his hips thrust minutely into the warm fist for a moment before stopping his own movements and looking around the bed. Jack made a disgruntled noise, but released Ianto as he looked around.
“I'm just looking for-” Ianto frowned as he pushed the sheets around, lifting the pillows and glancing over the side of the bed.
Making an affirmative noise, Jack joined him in his search. A moment later Jack was reaching over his side of the bed with a triumphant shout. “Ah! Found it!” He came back up with a well-used bottle of lubricant in his hand.
Ianto held out his palm and let Jack pour a generous dollop into the center. After Jack did the same for himself, the bottle was once again abandoned over the side of the bed as the two men reached under the sheets a second time.
Ianto groaned as Jack's slick hand wrapped around him, warming rapidly as he began to jerk Ianto in a steady rhythm. “I think I might love you for introducing me to the warming lubricant,” Ianto sighed.
Jack's eyes fluttered open as he continued to gently stroke Ianto, his own hips fucking into Ianto's hand at the same pace. “And here I was thinking you loved me for my winning personality.”
Jack's hand broke rhythm for just a moment to squeeze teasingly at the base of Ianto's erection, fingers pinching at his balls in reproach. Ianto gasped, then groaned as Jack swiped his thumb over the slit the next second in apology. “You may have a few other attractive qualities about you, besides just your taste in lube,” Ianto conceded.
The sounds of their hands slapping over skin was only barely muffled by the sheets. Soon that sound was joined by their ragged breathing as their hands moved faster, their arousals spiking slowly in the early morning. Ianto shifted closer to Jack, who immediately threw his leg over Ianto's as they both continued to stroke. Leaning in, Ianto pressed a lazy kiss to Jack's lips, groaning as Jack's tongue slipped inside his mouth. Their tongues stroked over each other just as lazily as their hands, and just as wetly.
“Mm, Jack.” Ianto broke the kiss with a moan, hips juddering as Jack increased the pace. “'s good.” Jack's breath was hot on Ianto's cheek as he murmured his agreement.
Ianto came first, hips twitching weakly as he spilled into Jack's hand. He kept stroking until Jack came a moment later, groaning in an entirely sated and perfectly exhausted sort of way. They didn't move more than to wipe their hands on the sheets and wrap their arms around each other as they basked in their mutual post-coital glows.
Ianto was just considering drifting off for another half hour when Jack's lips moved against his hair. “I was thinking-”
“Mustn't do that.”
Jack's shove was more like a hug than anything malicious. Ianto's lips quirked against Jack's collarbone. “Cheeky. I was thinking maybe we should move out of the Hub, into the house we're pretending to live in. It'd save us from having to use the teleport again, and I know you were worrying about that with school coming up.”
Pulling away from Jack's chest, Ianto positioned himself far enough away that he could look Jack in the eye. “But the Hub's your home. It's been your home for centuries.”
Jack shrugged one shoulder. “I just figured now that we're married, I should stop being half-committed to you and Gwil. Making you both live in the Hub with me is just... it's not a real home, is it?”
Sighing softly, Ianto pressed his hand to Jack's chest and stroked. “You don't have to do that. We've made it a home.”
“But I want to be a real family with you.” Ianto's breath caught in his throat at Jack's earnestness. Even after all the years they had between them, even after raising a son together and defying the Doctor and getting married, Jack could still move Ianto with proclamations of his commitment like that. “Besides,” Jack quirked a sad grin, “the Hub'll still be there... later. If I ever want to go back.”
Ianto's heart clenched at the heartbroken look on Jack's face as he brought up Ianto and Gwil's mortality, even in such a roundabout fashion.
“Come on.” Jack nudged at Ianto's hip with his own, casual smile so obviously not as he tried to lighten the mood. “I want the whole normal twenty-first century married experience: commuting to work, seeing the little one off to school, sharing baking tips with the other wives-”
“-driving to the Hub in the middle of the night to stop an alien invasion, missing Gwil's school plays because the ambassador of Alpha Centauri Three's seventh moon is in town,” Ianto added for him. “'Normal' doesn't exactly fit us well.”
“Just think about it?”
Ianto sighed, tracing his fingers around Jack's nipple as he considered. “I'll think about it,” he finally agreed.
“It'll be safer, too,” Jack added. “For Gwil. This way he doesn't have to stay huddled in his room when the Rift alert is going off, or we don't have to worry when an alien virus gets loose in the Hub, or Janet escapes.”
Sighing, Ianto leaned in to press a kiss to Jack's collarbone. “I said I'd think about it,” he grumbled. “Now can't I enjoy the last couple hours of our honeymoon in peace?”
Jack's chuckle rumbled through his chest and into Ianto as the two men snuggled close again, bodies moving gently against each other with the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed.
Just as Ianto started to drift off a second time, Jack's fingers tapped on his back. “Shower sex before we leave?”
Ianto hummed. “Your arse isn't up to it. And neither is mine. Could we settle for a shower blowjob?”
“Shower rimming?” Jack countered. “Soothe those aching arses of ours.”
“We'll see.” Jack's lips pressed to Ianto's hair as he finally stopped talking, and let Ianto nap for just a few minutes more as their honeymoon drew to a close.
Continue on to Year 5, Chapter 1.