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amulyTitle: Life is All Part III: Day ℵ0: Chapter 6
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 3,795
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Flat christening, flat warming; announcements and reconciliations.
Warnings: slightly rough sex. Barely.
A/N: Not much to say, except: only 2 installments left! ;__; But that’s okay – as soon as this is over, I get to start on my Gwil series, where everyone is alive and screw RTD to hell! So yay ^.^
Previous Chapters:
Part I: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7
Part II: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7
Part III: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5
Jack was dying. Dying. Who knew buying a flat could take so long? Stupid humans and their damned paperwork. He nudged his knee against Ianto’s for the hundredth time, and was once again rewarded with an annoyed look and silent shushing.
“And initial here…and here…and here. Now sign here…perfect! We’re all done, Mr. Jones. Congratulations on your new flat!”
Jack could have kissed the estate agent, if he wasn’t much more interested in kissing a certain beautiful Welshman he was sitting right next to – and doing much more to, besides. He stood as Ianto did, both of them shaking the woman’s hand. Ianto spoke up. “By the way, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could we get a key to the place now? We have some friends who want to build us a corner unit, and they wanted to get the measurements today, so it would be ready in time for the flat-warming.”
Jack frowned. Who was…oh. Jack’s eyes lit up as the woman passed the keys over to Ianto, all smiles and politeness. Oh. That beautiful, wonderful, brilliant man of his. Of course, now Jack had to hurry off to the bathroom, making some sort of excuse about checking the lighting. Wouldn’t do to scare the estate agent with an obvious erection tenting his trousers.
After a moment of standing the bathroom, debating whether or not to start stroking himself or splashing his face with cold water, he heard the door close. Another moment, and he was back out in the hallway, staring hungrily at Ianto. The other man was staring just as hungrily back.
Jack didn’t waste any time: he raced to Ianto, cupping his face in his hands and shoving his tongue down his throat. A moan escaped Ianto, which turned quickly into a yelp as Jack slammed him into the wall.
“Jack! Careful! The estate agent-”
“Then lock the door,” Jack growled. His hands were already ripping off Ianto’s tie and undoing his collar. Ianto pulled away from him, turning to the door and locking it, even as he toed off his shoes. Jack managed to strip down entirely during the brief moment of distraction, and as soon as Ianto had turned back around, was molded to him, completely starkers.
“Your ability…mmph…to strip…oh, Jack, that’s good…never ceases to amaze.”
Jack growled. No more talking. He tore at Ianto’s belt, whipping it off and throwing it into the living room. Jack fell backwards, taking Ianto with him, and they collapsed on the ground with a loud thud. “Now, Ianto. Now, now, now!”
Not a second later Ianto’s trousers and pants were off, and the two men ground against each other as if this was their last shag. With a sudden curse, Ianto lifted his head from Jack’s neck. “Shit, Jack! Lube! I didn’t-”
“Jacket. Right pocket.”
Even as Ianto fumbled for the lube, Jack slicked up a finger with his tongue and pushed it inside of himself. He grunted at the lack of lubrication – spit was always a last resort, and never satisfactorily effective, in Jack’s experience – but continued to push the finger in and out. He needed Ianto inside of him, in the new flat. Their new flat.
“Ianto, come on…”
Then Ianto was there, face flushed and sweaty as shaking fingers slicked themselves up and pressed into Jack. He bore down on the two fingers inside of him, doing his best to be loose and ready for Ianto as quickly as he could. “Third, quick.” Without preamble Ianto pushed a third finger inside of him. The stretch burned as Jack’s muscles contracted and relaxed around the extra finger, but soon enough Ianto’s fingers were sliding smoothly in and out of Jack.
“Good, Ianto, now.”
With a noise between a moan and a whimper, Ianto pressed his body closer to Jack, lining himself up even as Jack lifted his legs so that one ankle was resting on Ianto’s shoulder, the other wrapped high around his waist. Their eyes locked for a moment just before Ianto thrust forward, and then Jack couldn’t look at him anymore, because his eyes were falling shut amidst the wave of pleasure that assaulted him as Ianto pressed deep inside of him.
“Jaaaaack.” The sound that escaped Ianto’s lips was more of a drawn-out groan than a name. Jack’s head slammed into the plush carpet as Ianto began to move, pushing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm.
Jack moaned. He could feel the carpet burns forming as his back dragged across the floor. “Oh, yes Ianto. Harder.”
A moan answered him, and then Ianto was thrusting more ferociously into him, causing Jack to slide and rub against the carpet beneath him. He hissed at the burn, both on his back and inside him, where Ianto’s cock was spreading his tight passage, pushing farther and farther into him. He groped blindly for Ianto, squeezing his forearm when he found it.
Ianto’s arm moved, but it was only to entwine their fingers as his hips continued their brutal pace. “Jack,” Jack’s eyes snapped open, and were greeted with the sight of a flustered, smiling Ianto gazing down at him. “How’s the carpet in our new flat?”
A jolt of pleasure went through Jack at the words that had very little do with Ianto’s firm movements inside of him. “Oh, Ianto, say it again.”
The younger man’s eyebrows furrowed. “Carpet?”
Jack shook his head. “Our flat.”
A flicker of realization passed across Ianto’s face, before he leaned back, settling into a position that afforded him better leverage to thrust deeper into Jack. “Our flat,” he drawled.
Jack’s hips thrust up, swollen red cock leaking copious amounts of precome over itself, trailing down until the sticky liquid nestled in his pubic hair. Fire pooled in his groin, an electrical thrill going through him at the words.
“Our flat.” Ianto grunted again. He pulled Jack’s captured hand up with his, until they were both clutching at Jack’s thigh, drawing them even closer together as Ianto pounded into him, chanting: “Our flat; our flat; our flat; our flat.”
Jack screamed as his orgasm overwhelmed him, running through his body and tensing every muscle. As come spurted out of him, his body shook with the aftershocks. Ianto was still pounding into him, head hanging down as he thrust his way toward completion. Jack moaned, tossing his head from side to side, as each snap of Ianto’s hips send miniature orgasmic shudders through his body; the overstimulation was driving him mad.
With one last, powerful thrust Ianto came, keening as his release filled Jack. Then he collapsed, falling against Jack’s broad chest, sweat and come mingling as they pressed against each other.
For a long minute, all Jack could do was draw deep breaths as he tried to get sensation back to his legs. His body kept twitching: uncontrollable aftershocks from his orgasm. He nuzzled the face lying against his, turning so he could press little kisses to his cheek and ear. “Oh, Ianto,” he sighed.
“Mm.” Slowly Ianto lifted himself up enough so that he could turn into Jack, kissing him languidly. Tongues swept over tongues as Jack’s hands began wandering, caressing Ianto’s back, arse, and thighs. Ianto pulled away with a rueful smile. “Stop it, Jack. We have work to do.”
Jack raised his eyebrows, but Ianto shook his head, kissing him once more before climbing off of him. Standing, he held down a hand for Jack to help him up. Jack winced as he did. Rug burns.
Ianto noticed, and he was turning Jack around, grimacing in commiseration. “Oo, Jack. These look terrible. Do you want ice? Maybe some aloe?” Light fingertips traced along the burnt patches on Jack’s back. He shuddered at the touch.
“No, it’s fine.” He winked roguishly at Ianto. “Besides, all I’m interested in right now is hauling your mattress out of storage and up the stairs. What do you say?”
Jack loved the way Ianto couldn’t suppress a small smile at the suggestion. “Alright. But,” he arched an eyebrow warningly at Jack as he went to pull on his clothes. “We’re bringing more than just the mattress. Linens, dishware, and the bed frame,” he ticked off on his fingers, “We should be able to fit it all in and on the SUV.”
Jack smacked Ianto’s arse as he bent over to pick up his shoes. “Well let’s get moving.”
**
Three hours later, the two men (mostly Ianto) had successfully set up their bed, made it, and managed to put away a few cutlery and dish sets in the kitchen cabinets. There were even a handful of towels and facecloths in the bathroom, though no soaps or shampoos yet. Ianto had mentioned a Tesco’s run for later that night.
For now, Jack had Ianto curled tight to him as they lay, comfortable and sated, beneath his sheets. “Do you think Gwen washed these before she packed them up?” One of Ianto’s hands was playing idly with the fabric, running his finger pads over it again and again.
“Don’t see why she would.”
Ianto sniffed. “I’ll wash them after we get detergent tonight. They smell stale.”
Jack copied Ianto, sniffing experimentally. “All I can smell is you. And me.”
There was a pause, and then Ianto was laughing. “Was that supposed to be romantic?”
Squeezing Ianto closer to his chest, Jack laughed, planting a kiss into his hair and breathing deeply. “I don’t know. If I say yes, will you blow me before we go shopping?”
Jack laughed as Ianto slapped him across the arm. He thought he heard him mutter “behave”, but all of Ianto’s words were currently being mumbled into Jack’s neck, making him difficult to hear.
There was a pause, and Jack felt Ianto’s shoulders tense. The movement would have been imperceptible, if it weren’t for Jack’s arm wrapped tight around Ianto’s shoulders. “You know,” he whispered into Jack’s neck, “I’m sorry I never met Steven. Or Alice.”
Jack froze. He had known he would have to talk to Ianto about it eventually but…not like this. Not so soon. Not when the loss of his little boy and the alienation of his little girl were still such a sharp, open wound in his chest.
“Ianto, I don’t…”
“No, Jack, I’m not asking you to…” There was a pause, and Jack concentrated on the feel of Ianto’s warm breath on his neck. “I just would have liked to have met him, is all.”
Jack’s fingers stroked at Ianto’s arm for a moment as he considered. Ianto wasn’t asking him to explain, or talk, or anything. Just stating a fact about how he felt.
He kissed Ianto on the head again, then nudged him until they were looking at each other. “Someday I’ll tell you about him. Show you some pictures.”
The small smile that graced Ianto’s face seemed to heal Jack, just a bit. “No rush.”
They kissed again, and as they did, Jack wondered at how he had managed to keep this wonderful man. Something stirred in his chest, and he felt the need to say something, anything, to try and express how much he loved Ianto.
“I’d die. If I could.”
The small flicker of pain that marred Ianto’s features made Jack realize how that sounded. “No, no, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” One hand came up to cup Ianto’s face, thumb stroking it gently. “I just mean, that if I could reverse this, somehow, I would. So that I could live the rest of my life with you. And so I wouldn’t have to keep going without you.”
“You couldn’t, though.” Jack looked down at Ianto, but the young man didn’t seem upset. “You said you think the Doctor knows you in the future. In your future. So, even if there was a way, you couldn’t. Timelines.”
Jack settled back against his pillow with a sigh. “Timelines,” he whispered, grimacing slightly. Putting on a brave face, he patted Ianto on the flank. “Come on. I’m hungry. Take-away before shopping?”
Ianto considered for a moment as Jack rolled off the bed and padded across the room naked. “I suppose no Indian, if you want that blowjob before we leave.”
Jack’s eyes widened, hands automatically going to protect his bits. “Oh, no. Please no.”
“Chinese, then?” Ianto’s grin was all-too-cheeky, but Jack loved it.
“Chinese sounds great.”
**
The little deviled eggs just looked so damn yummy. Ianto wouldn’t mind if he snagged just a few before…
“Jack! Hands off!”
Jack whirled, two deviled eggs balanced in his palm, another two stuffed in his mouth. “Wrf?” Ianto’s disapproving glare and foot tapping encouraged Jack to swallow before trying again. “What?”
“Leave the hors d’oeuvres alone, please?”
“But Ianto,” Jack sidled closer, sliding the hand that wasn’t cradling deviled eggs around Ianto’s hip. “Your cooking is so delicious, I just can’t help myself.”
Never one to be taken in by his flattery, Ianto plucked the eggs from his palm and rearranged them on the plate. In apology, Jack snuck up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. Ianto practically melted under the touch.
“Mm. You still can’t have the hors d’oeuvres.”
Jack beamed down at the beatific expression on Ianto’s face. “Your shoulders are all tense. Tough day in the archives?” Ianto groaned, eyes still closed in bliss from the ministrations of Jack’s strong hands. Jack continued: “It was only a half day: couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Alonso blew up half the ‘toys’ section. He found something that was decidedly not for youngsters, then activated it in his enthusiasm.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh. So that’s probably why Lois dropped the Weevil she had been helping me haul in and ran down there?”
Ianto’s eyes opened, and he titled his head, looking back at Jack. “You didn’t even ask her afterwards?”
Jack shrugged. “Torchwood. Besides, not in charge: not my problem.” There was a moment’s pause as Jack continued his massage, then he leaned closer, brushing his lips over the shell of Ianto’s ear. “Did you give him a dressing down?”
An arched eyebrow and twitch of his lips, then Ianto said: “Made him fill out accidental discharge forms.” He turned into Jack, wrapping his arms around his waist. “In triplicate.”
Jack groaned. Damn Ianto and his office dirty talk. Just as he was wondering if Ianto would be up for a quick blowjob before the guests arrived, Ianto pecked him on the lips and started away. Jack watched fondly as he straightened the throw pillows and adjusted the stereo speakers.
The mini eggroll things were starting to look all-too-tempting when the doorbell rang. The two men blinked, staring at each other. “Suppose that’s the first of the guests,” Jack commented.
“Suppose.”
There was a moment of wild panic as both men turned and stared at the door. “Which one of us should,” Ianto stared at Jack, a helpless expression on his face. It was the same look he had when he first saw the his-and-hers sinks.
Without further hesitation, Jack swept Ianto up and kissed him gently. “I’ll get it. That way I won’t be tempted to steal some more of your delicious food behind your back.”
Leaving a softly smiling Ianto behind him, Jack flung the door open wide. Standing outside was the entire Torchwood team. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What, did you guys carpool here?”
Gwen smacked Jack on the arm playfully, before shoving a bottle of wine into his hands and standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “We’ll, we were all at work anyway, and we all left at the same time. Unlike you bastards who got off work early today! What do you expect?”
“Hey, we’ve been cooking all day!” There was a pause, and Jack sighed in defeat. “Okay, Ianto’s been cooking all day. But I’ve been moral support!”
“Sure, Jack. Think I know by now what that means,” said Rhys, following Gwen inside. The rest of the team filed in behind them, unloading armfuls of gifts onto Jack. He had to stagger over to the fireplace, where Ianto had instructed he arrange any and all housewarming presents. He fiddled with the packages for a moment, trying to make them look proper, rather than just a pile of boxes. Giving up on that, he started to thumb through one of the bags with tissue paper poking out the top.
“Jack!”
He looked up at Ianto guiltily. Just as Ianto was opening a quirked mouth to reprimand him, the doorbell rang again, and Jack jumped up to answer it.
Thirty minutes in, and Jack was pleased to see Ianto looking more relaxed. He was chatting agreeably with Rhys and Mickey – about footie, if their gestures were anything to go by – and sipping on a beer. Jack knew he looked like an idiot, but he couldn’t help grinning madly to himself at the sight.
The doorbell rang, and Jack saw Ianto start away from the men. He caught Jack’s eye, nodding at the door to indicate that he had it. Jack scanned the room: almost everyone they had invited was already there. All the new neighbors, Torchwood staff, and a few friends-of-friends were mingling and chatting happily around their new flat. Jack stifled a rather unmanly giggle of happiness: their flat.
His arousal and contentment dropped sharply away when he caught a glance of Ianto standing stock-still before the front door, expression hardened to the person on the other side. Oh, shit. With little effort he extracted himself from a conversation with their next-door neighbors and practically knocked over an hors d’oeuvres tray on his way to the door.
“Well I had an invitation, so-”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Jack pushed himself in between Ianto and the new guest: Rhiannon. He focused his puppy-dog eyes on Ianto. “I invited her. I thought maybe…”
“Oh, so you didn’t even invite me?” Rhiannon was staring at Ianto. Little flashes of anger and hurt were trickling out of cracks in Ianto’s expressionless mask.
“Rhiannon,” Jack put a hand on her elbow, gently steering her into the flat while keeping his body between the two siblings, “Please come in. I wanted you here. Please?”
Even a woman as down-to-earth as Rhiannon couldn’t resist Jack’s charms, and she relented, though her lips never deviated from the thin line they were pressed into. She pushed a bowl covered with plastic wrap into Jack’s arms. “Here. Spinach and artichoke dip with some of those fancy crackers.” She glanced around. “Congrats on the new flat.”
Jack noticed as she walked away to mingle with the other guests that all her comments were directed at him, rather than her brother. He turned to Ianto, ready to apologize.
But Ianto just took the bowl from him, peeling off the wrap and walking away. “I’ll just put this out, then.” Jack winced. Not exactly the reunion he had been hoping for. But at least she was staying. For now.
Three hours later the sky had gone dark outside, and the interior of their flat was aglow with warmth and life. Several beers and a few glasses of wine had loosened up Ianto enough that he was chatting with Gwen rather animatedly in a corner. Jack wanted to step in, but then he saw Ianto’s hands spread in an imitation of size, and he decided it might be best to leave those two to talk about…whatever it was they were.
Jack was happy to see Rhiannon chatting it up with one of the neighbors. The entire night he had walked on eggshells around her. But she was still here – that had to be a good sign, he figured.
“What do you mean you’re getting married?!”
The room froze. Jack whipped his head around to see Gwen staring at Ianto, jaw dropped to the floor and eyes wide as could be. Ianto’s eyes blinked slightly out of sync, and he frowned. Jack could see his mind trying to figure out if he was supposed to have mentioned that to Gwen. A slow smile slid across his face as he looked down at his hands.
“Well, yeah. He asked me. And look,” one of Ianto’s eyes was closed as he held out his right hand, showing off a platinum wedding band. “He got me a ring. He couldn’t wait until the wedding to get matching ones, so…um…we got them. Just on this hand.” He waggled his right hand at Gwen.
Jack shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t exactly how he had expected to announce their engagement. As surreptitiously as he could (not at all) he slipped over to Ianto’s side, prying the glass of wine from his hand. “Think you’ve had enough.”
Ianto grinned up at him. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Ianto started to lean in for a kiss, and Jack panicked. Normally Ianto wouldn’t welcome the public display of affection. Then again, if Jack pulled away, it would look odd to the room full of people. So he kissed Ianto quickly on the lips, pulling away as the besotted and inebriated young man tried to deepen it.
“You’re getting married?!” It was an echo of Gwen’s earlier words, but this time from Rhiannon. Both men’s heads whipped around, Ianto appearing to sober slightly.
“Listen, Rhi, I didn’t mean to not tell you…”
Jack wasn’t sure which “not tell you” item Ianto was talking about, and glanced over at Gwen frantically. He didn’t exactly need Ianto blurting out the story of his resurrection in front of the room full of guests, either. That might go over worse than the engagement.
“You daft sod!” Abruptly Rhiannon was there, pulling Ianto into a crushing hug. “Well, you’ll just have to make Johnny your best man, to make up for it.”
Even drunk Ianto knew that was a bad idea, and his expression was the funniest thing Jack had seen all month: a mixture of horrified, drunk, apologetic, confused, and an attempt at tact buried somewhere amongst the bunch. “Er, Rhi, I don’t…”
Rhiannon smacked Ianto’s arm. “Oh, I was just teasing! But, I insist on helping you plan the whole thing! Me and Johnny had to do the damn thing on a shoestring budget – you’ve got some quid to spare. We’re throwing you the wedding I never got, alright?”
“You’re lovely, Rhi,” Ianto breathed. He stumbled and half-hugged, half-leaned on Rhiannon.
The room broke out into applause, a chorus of “congratulations!” going around. Jack took that as his cue to steer Ianto toward the bedroom. He smiled broadly at Rhiannon as he did. “Let me just get him to bed, then you and I can talk.”
“Oi!” Rhiannon shoved Jack with a wink and a grin. “That’s my baby brother you’re talking about.”
Jack smiled back good-naturedly, but inside he groaned. Families. What a pain in the ass.
Want more? Continue onto Chapter 7 here.
- fandom: torchwood,
- fanfiction,
- kink: cuddling,
- kink: dirty talk,
- kink: drunk,
- kink: flirting,
- kink: fluff,
- kink: food/eating,
- kink: front to front,
- kink: get a room (no beds),
- kink: hair,
- kink: massage,
- kink: penetration,
- kink: rough play,
- kink: sub tops,
- pairing: jack/ianto,
- rating: nc-17,
- series: life is all,
- wordcount: less than 5k
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Date: 2010-08-13 04:13 am (UTC)I completely agree with Jack's last words. Families are a pain in the ass, but what would you do with out them? At least now both the Torchwood family and the biological family know that Jack and Ianto are going to tie the knot, even if Ianto didn't quite intend for them to find out like that.
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Date: 2010-08-13 03:16 pm (UTC)And yeah, Jack might think families are a pain in the ass, but it kind of looks like he's amassing quite a large one, isn't he?
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Date: 2010-08-13 04:59 am (UTC)In triplicate, baby. Now that's some dirty talk, lol.
Much love for this, as always!
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Date: 2010-08-13 03:18 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2010-08-13 05:23 am (UTC)I'm glad that they got to move in without anyone 'helping'
Gxxx
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Date: 2010-08-13 03:42 pm (UTC)I found leverage! Hehe - I loved your use of the word, by the way.
Flat christening was very hott, good way to wake up in the morning for me, lol. And the party was awesome too. Hehe, drunk!Ianto is always awesome. Can't wait to see how he is in the morning.
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Date: 2010-08-13 03:45 pm (UTC)Always happy to "brighten" *wink wink nudge nudge* people's mornings. ^.^
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Date: 2010-08-14 05:16 am (UTC)And drunk!Ianto is kind of adorable...of course, it would take something like that for him to admit the engagement to Gwen xP
I'm also glad he and Rhi have made up, and I look forward to the next part!
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Date: 2010-08-14 05:44 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-08-20 03:45 pm (UTC)So happy you like!