Life is All, Part I: Allons-y Alonso, Chapter 5

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Title: Life is All Part I: Allons-y Alonso Chapter 5
Pairing: Jack/Alonso, past Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1,761
Rating: R
Summary: Jack and Alonso buy and christen the star hopper.
Warnings: deepthroating, Ianto!death angst
A/N: Sorry it went up later than usual. It’s still Friday where I live (EST). :P Anyway, once again I promise that Alonso will get treated better/start growing some balls within about…2 chapters. Just hang around.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, & 4

            Jack stared at the two ships in front of him. They were nearly identical; both perfectly suited his needs. The one on his right was 500 credits more than the one on his left: it had an escape pod. Jack rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Alonso, who was standing to the side, sniffing at a vendor’s wares. Was there any way he could just have the kid program in the coordinates, then leave him behind? It wasn’t like he needed the escape pod, so long as no one else was with him.

            Jack forked over the extra 500 credits and dragged Alonso away from the stand. “Come on. Time to inspect our new star hopper.” Alonso stumbled for a few steps, then straightened up. Jack noted that he didn’t move to extract his arm from Jack’s grasp, so he released it. He wasn’t about to indulge Alonso’s odd attempt at handholding.

            As Jack tapped at the contact on the side of the star hopper, Alonso held out a fistful of food. “Nuts?”

            Jack couldn’t help himself. He turned back to Alonso with a wink and said “Maybe later.” Alonso grinned widely, and Jack turned back to the controls. “Ha! There!” Jack smirked triumphantly as the door slid open.

            “Didn’t you get the combination from the salesman?”

            Jack paused mid-bound on his way through the cabin doors. “Ah, um. Yeah. Didn’t think of that.” He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. Right. He did have the lock combination for the ship. “More fun this way, though.”

            He stepped inside, straightening after the short, low-ceilinged entranceway. He nodded thoughtfully as he looked around. Yeah, this would work. It was basically a small, flying, flat. It had a cockpit right in front of him, then off to the left was a kitchen and tiny bedroom, and to the right was another small bedroom and a bathroom. He stuck his head in the bathroom: sonic shower, even. Perfect little personal star hopper.

            Turning, he found himself standing almost nose-to-nose with Alonso, who was staring around the ship and munching on his nuts. Jack allowed himself another little grin as he watched. Alright, so his libido wasn’t dead – not by a long shot. Ianto couldn’t exactly blame him for that.

            “What do you say? Wanna boot it up?”

            Alonso nodded, swallowing a mouthful of nuts. He was seriously going to have to stop eating those, otherwise Jack would have to throw him down and give him another set of nuts to…yeah. Booting up the ship first, not thinking about that right this moment. Later.

            Jack turned away and slid into the pilot seat. He could hear Alonso follow him in, then his chair moved slightly as Alonso leaned on it. “Oh, yeah. This’ll do just fine…” Jack caressed the controls. Nothing like a sturdy little star hopper. Almost reminded him of that nice little ambulance ship he “borrowed” all those years ago, before he first met the Doctor. Lovely little thing…the ship, that is. Though the Doctor was too, of course.

            Jack flipped a few switches, and the ship roared to life. Well, more like shuddered, but it was enough. A few sputters, a little bit of rumbling, then the engines came on and held steady. Jack ran a quick diagnostic check, checking through the various systems on the ship: life support, check; fuel systems, check; engine stability, check. Within five minutes he was powering down the ship again, tapping it lovingly.

            “Looks like she runs just fine. We can stock up with food supplies and leave by nightfall.” Jack swiveled his chair around to face Alonso. “Well, what do you think? ‘Beaut, isn’t she?” Oh, shit. That look in Alonso’s eyes: looked all soft, like he was going to say something to Jack…Jack didn’t need to hear anything like that right now. He changed the subject as quickly as he could, with the first thing that came to mind. “Nuts?”

            Ah, well. Not exactly the best thing he could have said, but it certainly worked. Alonso’s expression changed from that soft, Jack-didn’t-want-to-think-about-what-it-meant expression, to good and lusty. Jack could handle lust.

            Alonso leaned forward, pressing a nut (of the edible sort) past Jack’s lips and into his mouth. “Do you want to christen the ship?”

            Jack pressed his lips to Alonso’s and kissed him lightly. “What did you have in mind?”

            With another kiss and a wicked look, Alonso slid down Jack’s body until he was on his knees, fingers fumbling with Jack’s trousers. This, this Jack could deal with. This was good. Well, blowjobs were pretty much always good…ah. Okay, stopping coherent thought around now…

            Alonso’s lips wrapped around the head, right hand gripping the base firmly. Oh, Alonso was good. Really good. His lips were applying just the right pressure, almost teasing, but still enough to feel just…great…His tongue swept over the head, wrapping around it and lapping at the precome forming there. Jack groaned, and his hips thrust forward on their own accord. He was trying to be careful, but then Alonso showed him he shouldn’t bother. In one smooth movement, he removed his hand and took in all of Jack, sliding him down his throat expertly.

            “Fuck! Damn it…fuck…” Jack thrust his hips forward tentatively, but Alonso was having none of that. He slid him out and back in forcefully, encouraging him to move. Jack took the hint, thrusting forward with abandon, revealing in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Alonso’s throat. His orgasm began building inside of him; he could feel his balls clenching. Then Alonso pulled away.

            “Fuck! Alonso! Tease!”

            Alonso smirked up at him, obviously quite pleased with himself. “Well, you mentioned nuts…”

            Jack let his head fall back against the chair as Alonso bent down and sucked Jack’s balls into his mouth, rolling them over his tongue, laving each of them with attention. One hand held Jack’s shaft firmly, not letting it go neglected, while the other pressed steadily on his perineum. Jack trailed a hand down his chest, pulling up his shirt to tweak at a nipple. Damn it, Alonso was good. It took a long time before Ianto could…Jack pinched at his nipple harder. Not thinking about that right now. Not while Alonso was oh, he bit down: just a little, just enough, “Ah, hey, ‘s good, but could you…”

            Alonso didn’t need telling twice. A moment later and he was swallowing Jack whole again, encouraging him to thrust into his throat. Jack let go, snapping his hips up once, twice, then, “Fuck.” Jack groaned, coming down Alonso’s throat.

            He slumped back in the chair, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Coherent thought wasn’t really happening right now; all he could feel was Alonso placing light kisses on his over-sensitive cock, making his way up his body. Jack didn’t bother to kiss Alonso back when he reached his lips; he was still in a blissful, post-orgasmic haze.

            “Aren’t you going to take care of me?”

            Jack groaned, batting at Alonso without opening his eyes. He just needed a few more minutes, maybe a quick nap…

            “You have terrible manners in bed.”

            Jack’s eyes snapped open. “What did you say?”

            Alonso was grinning lazily at him, one hand drifting down to stroke at his prominent erection still trapped within his trousers. He hummed questioningly. “Well, you getting off and forgetting about me. Terrible manners.”

            Jack was up like a shot, shoving past Alonso. He tucked himself back in as he stormed over to one of the bedrooms, slamming the door behind him. Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Why’d he have to…he couldn’t just…

            “So what did Gwen mean exactly, when she said she’s heard I’ve got terrible manners in bed?”

            “Oh, well, you know. Eating in bed, getting crumbs everywhere, wiping your cum on the sheets. Terrible manners.”

            “So sorry, Ianto. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

            “I’ve got a list.”

            “Oh, good. You never could do anything properly without a list.”

            “And that comment just got you another item added to the list.”

            “Should I stop talking?”

            “Please.”

            Jack groaned, throwing himself down on the bed and shoving the heels of his palms into his eyes. He couldn’t just…but Alonso didn’t know. He couldn’t have known. It wasn’t his fault.

            Jack didn’t care. He didn’t. Just because it wasn’t Alonso’s fault, that there was no way he could have known, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Didn’t make the pain go away, or the nightmare end…

            “Jack! Jack! What did I do?”

            Jack didn’t answer.

            “Jack! I can’t keep…If I don’t know anything, how am I supposed to know what’s going to upset you!” A pause, as he waited for Jack’s reply. “If you would just talk to me, I wouldn’t say…whatever it is I said. I don’t want to hurt you! I’m trying not to.” The last sentence was a whisper that Jack had to strain to hear. He ran a hand over his face and stared at the door.

            “Sorry.” The word came out more like a croak, so Jack cleared his throat and tried again. “Sorry, Alonso. It’s…it’s Ianto.”

            “’Course it is…” Jack decided to pretend like he couldn’t hear Alonso’s grumbled remark.

            “I know you can’t help it. You don’t know what’s going to set me off. Hell, I don’t even know.” Jack paused for a moment, considering. “He used to joke that I had terrible manners in bed. Made a list of things I had to do to make it up to him. What you said just reminded me of him.”

            “Jack, please open the door? I could help, if you’d let me.”

            Jack stood up and opened the door. A concerned Alonso greeted him, worry distorting his features. Jack ran a hand down his cheek, but pulled away as Alonso leaned into the touch. “I’m going to get supplies. Just enough food and water for a few weeks. Not that it should take that long,” and not that I even need the supplies “but I’d rather be safe. I’ll be back before sunset, and then we’ll leave.”

            “Jack, if you would just talk to me…”

            Jack pushed past Alonso, grabbing his rucksack as he headed out of the small ship. “See you in a few hours.” Whatever the Doctor’s intentions were for setting Jack up with Alonso, he wasn’t about to use the young man as a confidante. The man who held that title was dead. And Jack wasn’t about to replace him. 

Want more? Chapter 6 here.