Life is All, Part III: Day Aleph-Null: Chapter 7

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Title: Life is All Part III: Day ℵ0: Chapter 7
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Mickey, Lois/Alonso
Word Count: 3,295
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wedding and honeymoon.
Warnings: brief mentions of S&M
A/N: Well, this is almost the end! Epilogue linked at the bottom of this chapter. Enjoy reading about my ideal honeymoon... (shut it :P)

 
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, 6
 

 

            “There. The bartender gave that woman two napkins. Again.” Ianto started to stand. “I’m going to have a word with him.”

            “Ianto,” Jack grabbed Ianto’s wrist and tugged him back down to his seat. Stifling his protest with a firm kiss on the lips, Jack pulled back, cradling Ianto’s face between two hands and staring into his eyes. “Let it go.” Ianto still glanced over at the bartender, a thin worry line forming between his eyes. Jack kissed him again. “It’s your wedding reception. Relax.”

            “Just inefficient. Wasteful.” But Ianto decisively turned himself away from the bar, facing Jack. “And you should be as indignant as I am. It’s your money paying for the open bar.”

            Jack grinned, all teeth and gums and happiness seeping out of his every pore. “I can afford it.” He winked at Ianto, then patted his leg decisively. Ianto looked like he was trying very hard not to preen under the attention.

            The song changed and Jack’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Ianto, you have to dance with me to this.” Ianto had been refusing Jack’s encouragement to dance all night; he had sat down as soon as their first dance was over, and turned down every dance since.

            But this song...Jack leaned forward, brushing his lips against Ianto’s ear. “Remember that night in the hotel, overlooking the bay?”

            Ianto sighed and stood up, taking Jack’s hand as he allowed himself to be led to the dance floor. “Still don’t know what you see in this song.”*

            Jack sighed in contentment, pulling Ianto close and swaying easily with the music. He nuzzled Ianto’s cheek, breathing in deeply before he spoke. “Because I’d be lost without you, Ianto.”

            He felt Ianto shift uncomfortably beneath him, but Jack held him close, keeping firm pressure on Ianto’s lower back with the palm of his hand. “Jack-”

            “Shh.” Jack kissed Ianto’s cheek. “Like the Beach Boys, in their infinite wisdom, say: the world will go on when you leave me.” He felt Ianto shake beneath him, and Jack had to open his eyes wide in an effort to stave off tears. It wasn’t working very well. “But while you’re here, you make me a better man, Ianto Jones.”

            The song ended, but Jack kept holding Ianto close – whether he was giving himself or Ianto time to collect himself, Jack wasn’t sure. Finally, as the next song ended, Jack pulled away and kissed Ianto lightly on the lips. The other man’s eyes were still a little red, and his complexion slightly blotchy, but Jack pretended not to notice. “Have I told you yet today that you look like the most beautiful man for ten galaxies in that suit?”

            Ianto swallowed thickly, then grinned. “Only ten galaxies? So I suppose the men over in IOK-1 have me beat?”**

            Jack shrugged. “Never been. Maybe it can be one of our stops, and I can see for myself how much sexier you are than them.” He nodded over at their table. “Come on. Let’s get the handsome newly-wed another drink.”

**

            The send-off for their honeymoon was more limited than their reception, due to the fact that their honeymoon was taking place on an interstellar cruise ship waiting for them in the Oort Cloud. Only Torchwood employees were allowed to join them on the secluded hill outside of Cardiff. Jack had one arm wrapped around Ianto, and remembered the last time he had stood on a hill, waiting for an alien spaceship to take him away. His arm squeezed tighter around the man’s waist beside him.

            The whole Torchwood team was standing around them, bidding them farewell and generally drinking more champagne than defenders of the Earth really ought to. Gwen was the first to run up to them, throwing her arms around both men and hugging them tight. “You two stay out of trouble, you understand?” She pulled back and sniffed dramatically, eyes all teared-up. “We can’t do this without you both – you have to come back.”

            Jack huffed and released Ianto, wrapping Gwen up in a tight hug and kissing her on the cheek. “You managed fine all the other times I left, haven’t you?”

            When Gwen looked like she was going to really start crying, Ianto stepped in and demurely kissed her other cheek, taking her hands in his. “It’s only for a month. I did the calculations myself.”

            Rhys stepped in and shook both men’s hands before pulling his wife away. He stood there and grinned, baby over one shoulder, Gwen tucked under the other. “If you do get into trouble, get out of it, alright?” He winked and nodded at Gwen. “Don’t think I could stand this one if something happened.”

            Jack threw his hands up. “It’s just a pleasure cruise! How much trouble do you think I get into?”

            “On that note...” Mickey stepped forward, with Martha trailing behind him. He had a smug grin on his face. “Martha was telling me about some of the pleasure cruises she heard about when she was traveling with the Doctor.” Jack narrowed his eyes at Mickey. He had his hands behind his back, and was obviously holding something there. “Now, I know it’s nothing you two don’t already have...” he pulled his arms around front, handing Ianto a rectangular package, “but, I figured with you newly married and all, Ianto, you could use it to keep the Captain in line.” Mickey was rocking back on his heels, obviously pleased with himself. “After all, he’s got to stay faithful now, don’t he?”

            Jack peered over Ianto’s shoulder at the package. Ianto shimmied off the lid, to reveal a cat o’ nine tails nestled snug in the box. Ianto coughed demurely, face turning red as he tried to put the lid back on the package. Jack was too quick for him, snagging the cat o’ nine tails and pulling it out of the packaging. He hefted it, then snapped it off to the side. “Oh, Mickey, Martha, how could I ever thank you!” He grabbed them both up into a bone-crushing hug, kissing them messily on their cheeks. Mickey spluttered indignantly, while Martha giggled.

            “Oh, Jack, get off!” She pushed Jack off, smoothing down her expensive-looking dress. “Not like you boys haven't used something like it before, I’m sure.”

            Jack looked back at Ianto with an evil smirk. “Well, not a cat o’ nine tails, exactly. Something more of the equine variety, on the other hand...” The groans from the Torchwood team members were worth it to see Ianto blush.

            “Well, if you want my advice, just don’t freeze it before you use it,” Alonso piped up from the back of the group. He rubbed his arse meaningfully. “Not a great idea.”

            Jack blinked at Alonso. He turned around to raise an eyebrow at Ianto, who shrugged, before turning back to Alonso. Lois was turning a deep crimson beneath her darker skin, and she tugged discreetly at Alonso’s trousers. Noticing her mortification, it was Alonso’s turn to blush. “Oh.” He glanced around at the team. “That’s one of those things people don’t talk about, isn’t it?”

            Mickey laughed uproariously. “It’s alright, ‘Lonsy. You’re working with Captain Cheese: normality goes straight out the window with ‘im.”

            Ianto stepped forward, sliding the toy out of Jack’s grasp and replacing it in the box. “You two just make sure my Archives are intact when I get back,” he directed his order at Alonso and Lois. “Alonso: I want a full report on rooms 215-314 when I get back; we’ve never had anyone with your technical expertise to properly catalogue those devices.”

            Jack tugged at Ianto’s arm. “That’s enough, Ianto. No more work-related thoughts for the next month.”

            Ianto shot Alonso and Lois one more warning look before turning back to Jack with a wink and a smirk. “Just making sure I don’t have too much work to do when we get back.”

            Tugging Ianto close, Jack murmured in his ear: “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

            There was a faint beeping, and Jack pulled back from Ianto for a moment to check his wrist strap. One of the lights was flashing red – one minute before extraction. Jack looked around the group one last time as he wrapped an arm around Ianto. “Andy!” Jack shouted out.

            Andy widened his eyes. “Yes?”

            “Keep these rapscallions in line, will you?”

            Andy saluted Jack seriously. “Will do, Captain.”

            His wrist strap beeped again: ten seconds. Jack turned to Ianto, who was looking over at him, eyebrows furrowed ever-so-slightly. On impulse Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to that frown line, not pulling back until it smoothed away.

            There was a flash of light, and the two men left Cardiff far, far behind.

**

            Ianto gasped. They had been beamed onto the observation deck – Jack had to grin at the slick move on the ship’s planners’ part. Putting the transportation beam in the observation deck was a sure way to awe and inspire wide-eyed tourists. He glanced over at Ianto. He was doing his best not to look like a wide-eyed tourist himself, and failing spectacularly.

            Jack nudged Ianto with his shoulder. “Stop trying to look so nonchalant.” Ianto had looked nothing of the sort, but he had looked like he was trying to look nonchalant, so Jack decided to humor him. It seemed to work, because Ianto grinned sheepishly at him. Jack nodded at the glass roof and walls around them. “Feel free to look.”

            Ianto smiled broadly, turning his eyes from Jack’s to the view surrounding them. Jack decided to indulge his own sense of wonder. It had been almost a year since his last jaunt in space, and it had been years and years since he had enjoyed it. The Oort Cloud didn’t exactly allow for a starry night, but the cloud itself was fascinating, with comets and meteors whizzing by the ship. Every once in a while a small one would collide with the shield around the ship, and burst in a spectacle of dust and rocks.

            Ianto was clutching Jack’s arm, gasping and pointing at the spectacle around them. “Jack...” Ianto turned to look at Jack for the first time in several minutes, eyes glistening. “This is amazing.”

            Jack swept Ianto up into his arms, kissing him passionately. When they pulled away, Jack could only grin madly at Ianto’s happiness. “It is,” he said sincerely, his eyes never leaving Ianto’s.

**

            An hour later, when Ianto’s eyes grew tired of staring up and around, Jack led him to their room – a newlywed suite. It had cost enough money for Jack to buy his own little starhopper, ten times over, but it was worth it for the sight of Ianto’s face when he opened the door and saw the wall-to-wall window in the bedroom. “Jack,” he breathed. Jack watched as Ianto stumbled into the room, jaw dropping to the floor and eyes wide. Jack quietly set their luggage in a corner as he watched him marvel at the view.

            Jack snuck up behind Ianto, wrapping his arms around his waist. Ianto leaned back into the touch, gripping Jack’s hands in his own. “Jack, I can’t...I don’t even...”

            With a gentle tug, Jack pulled Ianto around. He kissed him, gently: cupping his face in his hands as their hips slotted together. Ianto melted into him.

            They pulled apart, Ianto’s breathing already heavy. He rubbed his forehead against Jack’s cheek, and Jack nuzzled back. “Jack...”

            “Shh.” Jack ran a hand over Ianto’s hair and down the side of his face. “Come here.” Jack kissed Ianto again, until it turned heated, frantic. Ianto pulled away with a whimper, dragging Jack backwards to the bed. They fell onto it together, laughing in between kisses.

            As Jack started undressing Ianto – pulling apart his bowtie and yanking it from his collar – Ianto pulled away. “Wait, wait.” He nodded over at their bags, an impish grin on his face. “Do you want to try out our present?”

            Smiling down softly at Ianto, Jack shook his head. “Not now. Now I want you.” His eyes watered a little as he stared down at the beautiful, disheveled man laid out beneath him. “Just you.”

            Before an emotion could fully form on Ianto’s face, he surged up, pulling Jack down to him and kissing him. Their clothes vanished in a flurry of buttons and silk. Jack took it as a testament of Ianto’s gratitude that he didn’t once stop and complain about wrinkled fabric and the expensive clothes.

            As Jack snaked one hand down between them, fisting their arousals together in a jerky, messy slide, he reached his other hand out to the side drawer and fumbled around for the lube. Ianto propped himself up at the snap of the cap, curious eyes alighting on the strange bottle.

            “What’s that?”

            “Complimentary lube. Self-warming, nanobots for that little extra tingle.”

            Ianto stared warily at the bottle. “Safe for humans?”

            Jack poured a generous dollop on two fingers, rubbing it between thumb and forefingers. “Of course.” He glanced down between the two of them, then back up at Ianto. “Can I...?”

            Ianto nodded, smiling as he lifted his hips. “We’ve got a month. It’d get boring if I was on top the whole time.”

            As Jack pushed a single slicked digit in, he pressed his lips to Ianto’s, mumbling “Never.” Ianto gasped and squirmed beneath him, mouth falling open even as his eyes fluttered shut. “Never could get bored of you, Ianto.”

            He pushed a second slicked-up finger in, and Ianto cried out, face screwed up in pleasure. “Jack! Oh, Jack, that’s...”

            Jack grinned as he pushed the fingers in and out of him, scissoring them as he stretched Ianto torturously slowly. “Nice, yeah.”

            Ianto’s hands were clenching around the silk sheets of the bed, hips undulating down onto Jack’s fingers. “Jack, yes...” The veritable growl that escaped Ianto turned Jack on more than anything, and he rutted against Ianto’s thigh as he stretched him.

            Jack remained patient enough to slip a third finger in, even as Ianto begged him to just get on with it. “Please, Jack. Just...”

            “Not yet.” Jack thrust three fingers in, avoiding Ianto’s prostate. He didn’t want their first sex as a married couple to end prematurely. Beneath him, Ianto whined, one hand slipping down to stroke his cock. Jack batted the hand away. “Not yet, not yet.”

            Satisfied that Ianto was stretched enough, Jack pulled his fingers out and coated himself in the lubricant. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, fingers threatening to linger before he drew them away and lined himself up with Ianto. With one smooth, slow thrust he pushed in. Both men groaned, twin pairs of blue eyes closing against the onslaught of pleasure.

            Jack stilled, burying his face in Ianto’s neck as he felt his cock throb inside his tight passage. He felt Ianto’s hair tickle the side of his face as his head moved, lips kissing and teeth nipping at Jack’s ear, jaw, lips. “Move, Jack.”

            Unable to resist any longer, Jack pulled back, just a small ways, before thrust back in. Beneath him, Ianto’s breath hitched at the slight movement. “Again, Jack.”

            Jack moved, hips picking up a slow, steady rhythm as they undulated against Ianto’s. The lube tingled and warmed around Jack, where he was sheathed inside Ianto. He kissed Ianto again, hips picking up their pace and snapping out a harsher rhythm. Ianto’s legs rose up and wrapped high around his waist, pulling Jack in, thrusting against him. As Ianto fell back from the kiss, his head turned to the side. “Jack, look.”

            Jack followed his gaze to the wall-length window. The ship was moving again, and meteorites, dust, and comets sailed past them at impossible speeds. Stars were flickering into visibility around them as the ship gained speed, lighting up the sky. Beneath him, Ianto gasped and cried out, muscles getting tighter and tighter, hips pressing down faster. Jack stared at the sight with him. Their reflections moved in the window, set against the backdrop of starlight and space dust.

            “Jack, Jack, Jack,” Ianto was chanting his name, eyes barely staying open as his body arched into Jack. “Touch me, please.”

            Jack could feel his own orgasm building inside of him, a fire waiting to erupt behind his groin, a tingling pleasure spreading through his skin. He pushed a hand between their writhing bodies, finding Ianto’s straining arousal, dripping with precome. In a few short strokes Ianto was crying out beneath him, body arching up from the silk sheets as every muscle stilled in a moment of exquisite tension. Jack gasped as those same muscles bore down around him, squeezing tight around his cock. His orgasm roared out of him, the last bit of pressure allowing him to find the release he had been searching for.

            They fell against each other on the bed, laughing and gasping for breath. Jack pulled out of Ianto and rolled off of him, coming to rest on his back on the silk sheets.

            For a long minute, the only sounds in the room was their panting breaths as they basked in the glow of orgasm. Then Ianto was grunting, pulling himself up to lie against the pillows and pulling the sheets up and over them. Jack grumbled in protest to the movement, but shifted himself so that Ianto was tucked into his chest, sheets draped lightly over them.

            “Thank you, Jack.”

            Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto’s forehead. “Nothing to thank me for. You’re here.”

            Jack gazed out the window for a moment, before he realized that Ianto was facing away from it. “Hey,” he shook Ianto, trying to roll him over. “You’re missing the view.”

            Buried in Jack’s chest, Ianto groaned. “Comfortable here.”

            Jack laughed. “As the former leader of Torchwood Cardiff, I order you to turn over and enjoy the view. I didn’t pay good money for this room for you to stare at my chest – gorgeous as it may be.”

            With a groan and a few grumbled swears Ianto reluctantly pulled away from Jack, turning over so he could enjoy the view. Jack pulled him close, wrapping an arm around Ianto’s chest so they were spooned together as they looked out at the stars.

            “Do you miss being the leader?”

            Jack stroked a thumb over Ianto’s hand, clasped close to Ianto’s chest. “Hell no: no more paperwork.”

            Ianto chuckled, but Jack could tell it was just obligatory. He was waiting for his real answer.

            “No. I don’t. When I was in charge, every death...” he paused, taking a shaky breath. “Every death was because of me. Was because of a decision I made. As a field agent, I’m only responsible for myself.” In his arms, Ianto hummed in understanding. “Plus, twenty-first century humans should be the ones running twenty-first century Torchwood. I was out of line being in charge. It’s your world, your time.”

            Jack felt his hand being lifted, and Ianto pressed a quick kiss to the back of it. With a groan, Ianto rolled over. “All that champagne and drinking, I’m starved. Could we grab a bite?”

            Jack chuckled, leaning down to nip at Ianto’s shoulder. “But I’ve got something right here to nibble on,” he whined. Ianto laughed and shoved Jack away. Sweat slickened skin slid against each other, as then men laughed and wrestled on the bed. Within minutes, Ianto had Jack by the hair and was shoving clothes on him until they were both decent enough to grab a bite.

 
 

*The song they danced to was “God Only Knows”, by the Beach Boys. I don’t even like the Beach Boys that much, but I love this song. You can listen here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDfH_J4MAUQ

**The most distant galaxy detected so far. According to Wiki :P


Want more? Continue on to the Epilogue here.