Life is All, Part I: Allons-y Alonso, Chapter 4

[amuly]

Title: Life is All Part I: Allons-y Alonso Chapter 4
Pairing: Jack/Alonso, past Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 3,137
Rating: R
Summary: Jack reminisces about Ianto, opens up a bit to Alonso, then pulls right back.
Warnings: voyeurism, tentacle mention, mean!Jack, Ianto!angst
A/N: So happy I’m done with thesis. Glad you guys were so understanding with this being up late; I made sure to make it decently long for your reading pleasure ^.^

Also, we’re getting close to the end of Part I! About 3-4 more chapters, then it’s on to Part II!

Previous Chapters 1, 2, 3

            That night, Jack sat naked in the atrium, rummaging through his supplies, trying to put them into some sort of cohesive order. He could faintly hear Alonso snoring in the bedroom behind him, and so he worked quietly: best to keep it that way. Carefully he pulled out the combustible materials he had bought: liquids, powders, gases. He wasn’t sure exactly what he would need once down planet side, so he had just got it all. Next was the protective equipment: gasmasks, hazmat suits, the like. He slipped the gasmask on and turned to look toward Alonso, still sleeping on the bed. “Are you my mummy?” He grinned beneath the mask, but Alonso didn’t stir, so he took it off and set it aside with the other equipment. Did his best not to think about how those masks could have come in handy...

            Next came the miscellaneous: food, ropes, wires, all that random stuff which he never knew if it might be useful or not. Finally his two duffle bags were empty. He smoothed them down and rolled them up, tying them shut with their own straps. He looked at the neat piles he had laid out. All they needed from Regis was small ship, a star-hopper, to get them to Iucundia.

            Ianto would have made a list. He liked lists. Said it made him calm, gave him something to have control over, to cling to, amidst the insanity and disorderliness that was life at Torchwood. Jack scrubbed at his face. He didn’t believe it could still hurt so much, after so many months. Months were just a drop in the bucket for him, really. It could take years, and it would still just be a drop in the bucket. He just wanted it to stop hurting. But he didn’t, at the same time: didn’t want to forget Ianto, didn’t want to stop loving him.

            He swallowed quickly. That was his cue: dwelling on Ianto meant it was time for a change in scenery. Moving quickly he bundled the different piles together, then stuffed them all into the hypercube. There. Sorted. Jack tossed the cube into his backpack, snatching his keycard out of it at the same time. With one last backward glance toward the bedroom, Jack left the suite. Time to find some willing bodies to lose himself in.

            **

            Just before dawn (or what they pretended was dawn on the ship) Jack stumbled through the hallways back to his bedroom. He smacked his lips sullenly, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. Tentacles: always fun at the time, always disconcerting afterwards. He really needed to write that book…

            He stumbled through the door, tossing his keycard on his backpack in the corner. Shower. Shower first, then grab breakfast.

            Oh. Right.

            Jack stopped in the doorway between the atrium and the bedroom. He had nearly forgotten about Alonso. Sighing, he made his way over to the bed, reaching a hand down to tap at him. “Hey.”

            Alonso blinked sleep from his eyes, gazing up at Jack with a fuzzy sort of expression on his face. He squinted for a moment, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. He snuffled slightly, then yawned. “Hm?”

            “Morning.” Jack started to head off to the shower. Alonso reached tiredly for his wrist, and even though he didn’t quite manage to grab it, Jack stopped and turned. “Yeah?”

            “You showering?”

            Jack nodded, watching Alonso roll over onto his back and prop himself up onto his elbows. A wicked grin crossed Alonso’s face, but Jack just shook his head. “Showering alone. Sorry. Just tired.” Jack watched as Alonso’s face fell, but then he shrugged, expression reverting to its previous sleepy contentment.

            “’S alright. Just a thought. Hey, you wait for me after the shower? We can maybe grab breakfast together.”

            Jack just nodded, walking to the bathroom. He didn’t really care either way. Sometimes he needed the company, like last night, to keep his mind off things. Sometimes he’d just rather be alone – also like last night. And sometimes…sometimes he just didn’t care. Right now, he didn’t care. “Be out in ten.”

            Jack shut the door, flipped on the shower, and lost himself in steam and heat.

**

            Jack stared down at the food in the buffet line. He wondered if he could ever starve to death. What would happen? Would his healing ability kick in before that even happened? It’s not like his body needed any sustenance to grow back from being blown up. So maybe he couldn’t starve to death. Great. One more way to not die.

            “Jack? You alright?”

            Jack started, looking up at Alonso like he had just woke up. “Oh. Fine. Just trying to figure out what to eat.”

            Alonso apparently took this as an invitation to play gourmet. “Well, that blue stuff there is giselnef. It’s good. Like a meat bready sauce thing. And the string stuff is narf. Cheesy, floury thing. And this…”

            Alonso and Jack had reached the beverage center. “This is coffee. It’s like this yummy, sort of bitter water. And it gives you an energy boost.”

            Jack had stopped listening at the word coffee. He grabbed a glass of water and stormed off to a table, stopping himself just short of throwing his plastic plate down. Across from him, Alonso slid in cautiously, looking nervous. Jack sighed, glancing up. No, he wasn’t nervous. Just worried. Concerned.

            “Jack?”

            It shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise, really. Aliens were always coming to Earth, stealing stuff they liked. The thing Alonso had called narf was basic macaroni and cheese. Still, to see coffee out here, of all things.

            Jack scrubbed at his face and sat up straighter. “Sorry, sorry. Coffee’s from Earth, and he…my…” Damn it. Why hadn’t they put a label on it? Because Jack hated labels. But it would be so much easier, right now. Instead of having to say his name.

            “Ianto?” Alonso was cautious, quiet. Jack couldn’t really blame him, with the way he’d been acting.

            “Yeah.” Jack let out a long breath. “He made coffee. Lots. And it was really good.” Jack’s lips twitched at the memory. “Orgasmic, really.” Jack fell silent again, staring down at the food. After a moment, Alonso spoke.

            “You know, maybe if you talked about it – about him – it might help?”

            Jack shrugged one shoulder, feeling a bit like a petulant child. Did he really want to talk to this kid, this random, almost-stranger, about him? Then again, he wasn’t random. The Doctor had hooked them up, for whatever reason. “What do you want to know?”

            Alonso looked surprised, but quickly recovered. “Well, um, how’d you meet?”

            Jack laughed. “Weevil hunting.”

            “Weevil hunting?”

            “Yeah it’s this…” Jack sighed. Had to explain everything. “It’s this alien animal thing. Anyway, we sedate them when they leave the sewers and put them back. I had one attacking me…”

            “I had it under control.”

            “Think so? Looked pretty vicious.”

            Jack grinned. “He came in, saved the day. Turns out, he was looking for a job.”

            Alonso broke in. “At the, uh, alien protection place?”

            At that, Jack actually laughed. A full, genuine laugh. “I had never heard it called that…” Alonso practically beamed at him, and Jack shook his head ruefully. “Sure, sure. Though we just called it ‘Torchwood’.”

            “So then you hired him…” Alonso prompted.

            “No. No, actually. He had to come back two more times before I did. Second time he made his coffee,” Jack nodded at the cup in front of Alonso, “which I’m sure is parsecs ahead in taste from whatever imitation you’re drinking there.”

            “Coffee?”

            …

            “Wow.”

            “But I still rejected him, until…” Jack paused for dramatic effect. Sure enough, Alonso leaned forward slightly.

            “Until?”

            “Until he helped me catch a pteranodon. By distracting it with chocolate.”

            “Way too dangerous.”

           “No, I’ve got a secret weapon. Chocolate. Preferably dark.”

            “A…a what?”

            Jack tried to gesture and indicate the shape of Mwyfawny. “It’s a dinosaur; an extinct animal on Earth. It’s like this big bird, but a reptile, with these flapping…wings…” Jack sighed, putting his arms back down. “I fell on top of him.” Too bad about Lisa. If it wasn’t for her, they might have started things up so much earlier – could have had more time together.

            “And so that started…all of that?”

            Jack smiled tightly at Alonso, reaching a hand across the table to cover his. The kid was nice, he really was. And he was trying. “Yeah.”

            They held each other’s gaze for a second. Jack tried to figure out exactly what it was the Doctor had planned for this kid. But then the moment passed, and Jack took his hand away from Alonso’s. “I’ve got some more errands to run today. I’ll catch up with you later tonight?”

            Alonso nodded, obviously trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. “Sure. I’ll just…find something to do.”

            Jack nodded absently, already grabbing his tray and getting up to leave. He had some more errands to run. Wanted to try and get his hands on a neutron gun, just in case. Would be hard to find, and damn expensive, but he’d feel a lot better with one at hand. He wandered out of the cafeteria, depositing his tray at a receptacle. He didn’t even hear Alonso’s parting words.

            “I’ll wait up.”

**

            A day and a half later, Jack threw open the door to his suite. Yes. He had found two neutron guns. Not only that, but he had got them at a bargain. Had to sleep with a whole traveling party of Raffels, which was what took so long, but he had done it. And it’s not like the experience had been entirely unpleasant for him, either.

            Oh. Right. Alonso. Jack winced as the upset young man stormed out from the bedroom to meet him in the atrium. He kept forgetting he was traveling with somebody. Still wasn’t used to the idea. “Where have you been?”

            “Hey, hey, listen.” Jack held out his hands calmingly automatically, before he realized he didn’t even need to. Alonso wasn’t angry, just worried. Almost scared.

            “Where have you been? I thought…you said you’d be back last night, and I didn’t know where you were. Thought you had gotten into some sort of trouble.”

            “No, no, it’s alright. Shh.” Jack tossed the hypercube in the corner of the atrium and grabbed Alonso, hugging him close. “Sorry. Found something I was looking for, just took a little longer to negotiate than I thought it would. Time got away from me.”

            Against his chest, Jack felt Alonso suck in a shaky breath. “Sorry. Just got worried. Was gonna start a search, if I hadn’t heard from you by tomorrow morning.”

            Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The kid was just concerned. He was trying to look out for him. It was practically endearing – or so Jack tried to convince himself. “Well I’m here now. Come on. You started to get packed up yet?”

            Alonso pulled away from Jack, nodding. “Yeah, all set for the morning.” He nodded his head in the direction of a backpack and duffle in the corner. Jack nodded approvingly. “Hey, Jack?”

            Jack had already begun to mosey into the bedroom, shucking various articles of clothing – boots, braces, shirt – as he went. “Yeah?”

            He could hear Alonso treading softly behind him, following him into the bedroom. “How long’ll we be planetside on Regis? I mean, we got to get some supplies, right? I was just thinking, if it was going to be a little bit, I could, you know, show you around…”

            Jack shook his head, not noticing the hopeful note in Alonso’s voice. He was busy clicking at his wrist strap, making sure that it wasn’t picking up any weird signals from the future Time Agency. The closer they got to Regis, the more nervous he got that some freak event might occur. It wasn’t likely, but you could never be too sure with the Agency.

            “No, I got everything we needed on ship. All we need to do now is get a little star-hopper. We don’t even need to leave the docks.” No interference from the future. Good. Didn’t need a rogue flurry of Rift activity or a trainee flying off course to interfere with his plans.

            “Oh. Well, maybe after we’re done, we could stay on Regis a bit. I could show you around? Might be fun to play tourist, for a bit.”

Jack started to tune in what Alonso was saying, and heard the hopefulness in the words. He grunted as noncommittally as he could, but he knew he couldn’t do what Alonso wanted him to. He wasn’t going to stay around: “play tourist” with him. As soon as this was done – as soon as he exacted Ianto’s revenge – his purpose with Alonso was fulfilled. Done. Finished. It was a good run, and the boy could be fun, if not a little overeager. But he didn’t need him hanging around anymore.

“Cool.” Jack was half-way stripped down for bed by the time that he realized Alonso was clearing his throat significantly behind him, and shifting from foot to foot. Jack turned, pants the only thing still on.

“Yeah?” Jack could already tell what Alonso wanted. The growing bulge in the front of his trousers and flush high on his cheeks told him all he needed to know. But he figured he might as well make the kid ask for it.

For a moment, Alonso continued to look awkward. Then he jutted out his jaw and looked Jack up and down. “Wanna have a shag? Last night on the ship, and all?”

Jack sighed and grinned. “Well, I guess I can manage.”

            Alonso didn’t need any further instruction. He bounded forward, crushing Jack to the back wall and kissing him soundly. For a moment, Jack kissed back, eyes closed and tongue thrusting desperately into Alonso’s mouth.

            Coffee and pastries and just a hint of something else, that Ianto-y goodness…

            Ianto shoved him against the wall of the office and they kept kissing, Jack losing himself in Ianto’s tongue, forced into his mouth and exploring every nook…

            Jack tried harder. Gripped the back of Alonso’s head with one hand, yanked his hips forward with the other. He pulled back for a moment, both men gasping for air before diving back in for more, teeth clinking together. Jack pulled the scent of Alonso into his lungs: clean, but somewhat musky, almost pre-ripe smelling…

            Ianto’s scent filled his lungs as he splayed on top of Jack, sated and exhausted. Jack buried his nose into Ianto’s neck, licking and nipping, but mostly just smelling, just breathing in that dark, heady aroma that was distinctly Ianto’s. He never got to do this; Ianto was always the one buried in his neck, breathing in his scent. Jack reveled in the opportunity that this role reversal offered.

            Panting, Jack shoved Alonso off. “Wait, wait.”

            Alonso stood in front of Jack, panting, eyes dilated, bulge in his trousers full to the point of discomfort. Jack saw all this, took it all in. “Get on the bed.”

            Rather than join him, Jack walked over to the side of the room and grabbed a plush chair, pulling it over. Alonso was watching him curiously from the bed. Jack nodded. “Want to try something different. Take off your clothes.”

            Alonso’s eyes widened slightly, but he was quick to comply. Had Jack really cared, he might have told Alonso to take his time, to tease him, to do a little dance or show or something. But Jack didn’t care. Soon enough, Alonso was lying on the bed, weeping erection jutting up from his hips. Jack pulled his own erection out of his pants and stroked it slowly. “Touch yourself.”

            Alonso’s right hand slid down his body, wrapping around himself and stroking slowly. He brought his left hand up to his mouth and sucked on the fingers, before sliding it down his chest to tweak at his nipples. Jack hummed in approval, timing his strokes with Alonso’s. “Look at me.” Jack’s eyes were half-open as it was, but that was better. He could see the blue in Alonso’s eyes from across the room, but the rest of the face was a little fuzzy. If he tried hard enough, if he squinted…Jack had to stop himself from thrusting faster, stop the name that threatened to spill from his lips.

            “Good. Good. Finger yourself.”

            Alonso’s left hand immediately moved from his nipples to his perineum, pressing there for a moment before drifting further back, pressing in. “Jack,” Alonso’s voice was strained, but all Jack could be bothered with is the fact that he had spoken, had ruined the almost-perfect illusion.

            “What?” He didn’t care enough to keep the irritation from his voice.

            “Do you mind if I grab the lube?”

            Jack stopped stroking himself and moved his hand to his thigh. “Fine. Go ahead. Just hurry up.”

            On the bed, Alonso rolled to his side and scrambled at the nightstand, hand searching for the lube. Jack drummed his fingers on his thigh as he waited. He glanced at his watch, not really caring if Alonso noticed. He just wanted to get this over with, so he could take a shower and double-check their departure plans for tomorrow. If he could secure transport to Iucundia before they even landed, even better.

            Alonso had slicked up both hands, and had resumed stroking with his right. His left slipped between his legs, thrusting rhythmically in and out. Normally Jack might ask him to roll over, let him see, get up on his hands and knees…but not now. Now, he needed to see his eyes. “Look at me.” Alonso’s head turned, but he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Open your eyes. Look.”

            Alonso’s blue eyes snapped, open, and Jack sighed as he resumed his own stroking. There they were. Blue. Beautiful blue. Jack let his eyes slip further and further closed, until he was just barely seeing out beneath his eyelashes. He could still see the blue.

            “Finish up,” he managed to grunt out, letting himself go and thrusting into his hand. On the bed, Alonso moaned and fisted himself viciously, hand moving between his legs with a sort of violent wantonness. A moment later he came, groaning out Jack’s name.

            Jack kept his mouth tightly shut when he followed soon after. 

            He walked to the bathroom for a wet towel, tossing it at Alonso after he cleaned himself up. The boy looked around for a moment, then seemed to remember what towels were for. As he awkwardly cleaned himself up, Jack slid into bed and curled up on his side. “Make sure you’re finished packing up. Tomorrow we land on Regis.”

 

Want more? Continue on to Chapter 5 here.

Comments

[unrequited1984.livejournal.com]

yeah i definitely think jack deserves a slap after this one. *slaps jack* cuz i don't think is what the doctor had in mind when he introduced them. not at all.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

*whisper* I agree. ~.^ It's just gonna take Jack a bit to figure that out.

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

Ok, about halfway through, when Alonso was freaking about about Jack not coming back when he said he would, I thought "Jack, you're an idiot, but I still love you." Towards the end though, it was more like "Jack, I love you, but you are so stupid!" I feel so sorry for Alonso now.

Oh, this: Had Jack really cared[...] But Jack didn’t care. and this: He just wanted to get this over with [...] just killed me. Alonso's smart enough, he should be figuring out what's going on with Jack and how Jack's been treating him soon, right?

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Oh no worries, Alonso's not dumb. We're just getting Jack's POV this whole time, and he's a moron right now *smacks Jack* so he is really no judge of what Alonso gets and what he doesn't.
The dynamic of the relationship is going to dramatically change after the climax of Part I. Promise.

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

Yay. And I knew there was something I forgot to do... *swats Jack with a rolled up newspaper*. I get the feeling that Jack is going to get a little roughed up by us fangirls over the next couple of chapters.

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

I noted that you said above that there is going to be a climax for part 1. Well, I certainly hope Jack does better with that one than he does here. Still giving him dirty looks for the way he's treating Alonso.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

It's honestly gonna get worse for poor Alonso before it gets better ;_; The next 2/3 chapters or so are especially cruel.
But! It *will* get better. So there's that.

[kausingkayn.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure whether to be pissed off at Jack or give him a big hug and tell him everything is going to be ok. I don't like the way he is using Alonso, but I don't really like Alonso, and I understand where Jack is coming from. the kid just seems really clingy.

Anyway, can't wait for your next update! I know something is going to happen and I can't wait to find out what it is. ^_^

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm trying to treat Alonso alright. I mean, Jack's treating him like shit, but I plan on treating him alright. It's not his fault he's not Ianto.

[deathproof2010.livejournal.com]

Oh NO Jack *shame shame shame* Who wants to hug Alonso?

[amuly.livejournal.com]

You can! Go on. *Holds out Alonso*

[royalladyemma.livejournal.com]

I guess I never realized it before now, but Jack can be a real dick sometimes, and I don't mean in a good way.

After everything the kid has done for him - most especially finding the 456 for Jack - Jack has yet to say thank you.

He can't even bother to repay Alonso with "Jack currency" -- mindless, emotionless no-attachments-formed sex.

Not only does he get a good bitch slap, but he also needs a swift kick in the arse!!!!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Jack definitely can be a major ass. We generally see things mediating his more negative tendencies, like the Doctor or Ianto, but without those controlling influences, I think he drifts back toward who he once was - which is someone who enjoyed the company of one John Hart.

Keep reading! The kick in the arse (and bitch slap) may or may not be imminent
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