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amulySo ready to kill myself!! Just got back in, about an hour and a half ago, from a week of travel all up the east coast. Ugh! I mean, it was great, but holy shit *stress*. And of course, we ended up sitting on the tarmac, delayed for 2 hours on the flight home, so we got in way later than we thought. Crankiness abounded. But! All is well in the universe, because I've showered, eaten, brushed my teeth, and am now posting this chapter. Woo!
Title: Life is All Part II: Archival Revival: Chapter 5
Pairing: Alonso/Jack, past Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 3,866
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Alonso spend a night on the town in 1941, and spend their last night together before Ianto’s planned revival.
Warnings: none
A/N: Sooo close!! Two more chapters for this part! For anyone who’s stuck with me and suffered through…30k words of Jack/Alonso fic, I love you!! All of this plot and character development and just stuff is going to pay off in a major way over the next few weeks.
Seriously, I love yous guys who are still reading. Hugs!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7 Part II: 1
Jack decided to get a room at a hotel well on the opposite end of London that he used to frequent. He had to stop by the bank first, and withdrew just enough to pay for the night at the hotel as well as a couple of meals for Alonso and himself. As they were walking the streets, looking for a hotel after Jack had withdrawn the money, Alonso asked him about it. “How do you know you have money in an account?”
Jack shrugged. “I’ve lived here enough times to have money saved away.”
“But, won’t your past self notice the missing money?”
Jack waved the question away. “Eh, I never really pay attention to it. I figure there’s me’s popping in and out of time all over the place, so I just save money when I can, collect interest, and don’t worry too much about the actual amount in there.”
The two men stopped in front of a small hotel that looked nice enough. Jack held the door open for Alonso, then swept in behind him. He slapped a few pounds down on the front desk and flashed a gigawatt smile at the young woman sitting behind the desk. “One room for the night, if you please?”
The girl glanced uncertainly between the two men. Jack kept his smile firmly in place. “We’re on leave, trying to save some money.” Understanding flashed across the girl’s face and she nodded, smiling brightly.
“Oh! Of course!” She took Jack’s money and handed them a room key with a number on it. “Have a nice night!”
Jack winked at her. “Oh, we plan on it.”
Whisking Alonso away up the stairs, Jack dragged him into room twenty-four. He tossed his backpack on the ground and swept Alonso up, twirling him around in an exaggerated dance. “Well, what do you want to do?” Jack led Alonso around the cramped floor of the hotel room, two-stepping like a master. “We could get dinner, go dancing, come back here…”
An uncertain smile spread across Alonso’s face as he allowed Jack to twirl him around the small room. “Well…I suppose…”
“Beautiful!” Jack kissed Alonso, then dragged him back out of the room. “We’ll go find a club over on this end of town; I don’t think I ever visited any of those. And four out of the five Jacks in 1941 shouldn’t be hanging around right now, anyway.” The two men stampeded down the stairs and raced out of the front door, ready for a night on the town.
Jack darted down the streets, hand wrapped tight around Alonso’s wrist. He was…elated. Ecstatic. Enthused. Effervescent. When Ianto came back, he could think of some more alliterative synonyms to describe how Jack felt right now. Just a few more hours, less than a day, certainly, and Ianto would return to him. He had the nanogenes, and the antivirus – Jack’s hand instinctively felt at his breast pocket, vial rolling reassuringly beneath his fingertips – and he was in 1941 with an adorably sexy young man. All that was left was to return to Cardiff and pick up Ianto’s body, and Ianto would be back with him.
Big band music tinkled over on Jack’s left, and he turned, yanking Alonso down the alleyway with him. Another block, and the music was louder, pouring out of a warmly lit building in front of them. Jack burst through the doors, grin splitting his face. The music rolled off the stage where the band was playing, engulfing Jack and Alonso. Without a second thought, Jack pulled Alonso onto the dance floor with him, spinning him around and joining the other dancing couples.
They danced until their feet ached and faces hurt from smiling. Then Jack pushed Alonso down into a chair and threw himself into one opposite. He waved a waiter over and ordered them two steaks, a glass of red wine for Alonso, and two glasses of champagne. When the waiter returned with their drinks and plates, Jack raised his glass of champagne in toast. Alonso quickly followed suit. “To you, Alonso: without you, I’d never found the 456 home world, never have found the antivirus, and never have hoped to bring Ianto back. Thank you.”
Alonso smiled back, a little tightly if Jack was any judge, but clinked his glass against Jack’s and took a long swallow. Jack sipped at the champagne, then set it back down on the table, mostly full, and reached for his glass of water instead. Alonso finished off his glass, glancing up at Jack on the last swallow. “You shouldn’t really be thanking me, you know,” he deferred. “After all, it’s the Doctor who put us together.”
The smile on Jack’s face flickered for a moment, but even a mention of the Doctor wasn’t enough to fully dampen his spirits that evening. “Yeah, well, there was a lot he could have done that would have avoided all of this in the first place.”
Biting his lip, Alonso pressed on. “Well, maybe it was all so we could, you know. Meet each other?”
Jack’s smile fell a little bit, at that. “You know, Alonso…” The poor kid looked like a puppy anticipating a kick. Jack leaned forward across the table, placing a hand gently over Alonso’s. “You know, Alonso, you’re a great kid. You are. But…”
Alonso pulled his hand out from under Jack’s. “But I’m not Ianto.”
Jack felt genuinely badly, and he tried to convey it to Alonso. “Yeah,” he said, as gently as he could. “It’s just…it’s all about Ianto. It’ll always be Ianto. And, that’s not your fault. It says nothing about you – just about him.”
Alonso still looked hurt, so Jack reached for his hand, cupping it between both of his. “Listen,” he kissed Alonso’s captured hand, then continued to hold it, massaging it lightly, “what if I got you a job where Ianto and I worked? When we get back?”
“You mean, fighting aliens?”
Jack grinned. Alonso’s face was looking a bit more relaxed and in higher spirits. “Yeah. Well, not always fighting. Sometimes more…liaisoning. I figure you’ve got the qualifications, what with helping the Doctor out and being from off world. What do you think?”
A flicker of doubt crossed Alonso’s face. “What about Ianto?”
“What about him?”
“Well, won’t he be mad about…” Alonso gestured between the two of them with his free hand.
Jack lifted a few fingers from Alonso’s hand in a casual dismissal. “He’ll be fine. Who knows, after he gets his feet back under him, he might be interested in…well.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. A niggling Welsh-accented voice picked up in the back of his head. Right bastard, you are, sir. Extending invitations to threesomes on my behalf to your current bed-warmer? Jack pushed the voice aside. Soon enough that voice would be admonishing him in actuality: no need to give it voice when the man himself wasn’t there.
Alonso withdrew his hand from Jack’s grasp, although his expression stayed pleased. “Well, I’ll let you two sort yourselves before getting involved in anything. You’ll need time to yourself, at first. I’d imagine.”
“Jack? Jack Harkness?” A man’s voice, sounding slightly drunk, cut through Alonso and Jack’s conversation. He turned, looking for the source of the call. Stumbling toward him, through the crowd of dining and dancing guests, was…
“Tom? Tom Jenkins? Why you old dog you…” Jack stopped halfway through standing up. Oh. Right. Jack’s mind flickered back. This was the guy…with the girlfriend that caught them…right.
“Listen, I can explain…” Jack started again, straightening fully. He held his hands palms out, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. “I’m really sorry about, uh…” Shit. What was her name?
To his surprise, upon reaching him, Tom grabbed Jack’s coat in both fists and pulled him down for a brutal kiss. Jack went with it, kissing Tom back. The scrappy young sailor must have forgiven him, after all, and he was celebrating tonight…
With sudden ferocity, Tom pulled back and punched Jack in the face, sending him stumbling into a rising Alonso. “You bastard! Eloise left me! She told my parents! D’you know what that’s like? For your parents to know what we did? And…she told them…” Tom was having trouble getting his words out through a mixture of hiccups and sobs. “She told them, how we were…with you…” he nodded at Jack.
Alonso caught on first. He glanced up at Jack, who was still leaning into Alonso’s arms, reeling from the punch. “You topped him, too? I really think you do have a problem bottoming.”
Jack hoisted himself up, glancing between the two men incredulously. “I told you, Ianto topped all the time! I don’t have a problem, you two just seemed to like it that way…”
“Bastard!” Tom started forward at Jack again, but he stumbled, and ended up collapsing against Jack’s chest. Jack instinctively wrapped his arms around the young man, cupping a hand around his neck and stroking soothingly.
“Hey, hey, Tom, I’m sorry. Listen, let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a nice hotel room to hold up in, some cash for room and board, until we get you on your feet again, okay?”
Jack’s reassurances only served to anger Tom further, and he shoved out of Jack’s embrace. “No! No, you’ll…you’re gonna pay…” he glanced around, eyes blinking slightly out of sync. It would be downright adorable if the poor sod wasn’t so livid at the moment. Still, it made Jack smile in his head.
Tom pointed a finger at Alonso and Jack. He raised his voice to be heard over the music, and shouted, “These two men are homosexuals!”
Whether it was good or lucky timing, the song the band was playing ended at the exact moment that Tom raised his voice to shout. His accusation reverberated through the silence of the club, spreading shock in its wake. Jack hesitated, glancing around. There was a group of men over by the bar that didn’t look all too pleased with Jack or Alonso at that moment, and were setting down their drinks, glancing at each other.
“Jack? Jack, why is that a problem? Jack?”
Jack spun halfway around, glancing at Alonso. “It’s illegal to practice homosexuality in 1941 Britain.”
Alonso, bless his heart, looked incredulous. “What? That’s…that makes no sense. Why would it be illegal?”
Jack sighed. “You’re asking the wrong guy. Just one of the less-than-admirable quirks to this place and time.”
The men at the bar were now stalking their way over to Jack and Alonso. They didn’t look like they were about to succumb to Jack’s famous charm. Making a quick calculation, Jack turned back to Alonso and grabbed his wrist.
“Sorry to make you eat and run, Alonso, but…”
Alonso nodded, already running with Jack before he even finished his sentence. They raced out of the club, leaving their half-eaten steaks on the table. Jack had enough mind to drop twenty pounds on the table as he swept up his greatcoat and ran out.
The next few minutes were a blur of darkened alleyways, wet shoes, and the stamp of boots pursuing them. After about six blocks, Jack pulled Alonso into the back door of their hotel, and clutched him close in the doorway. They stood there, holding each other and breathing heavily as they listened for the sound of stamping boots. A minute of quiet panting later, and there was no sign of the other men. Jack loosened his hold on Alonso and grinned down at him. The young man grinned back, eyes shining, before reaching up and pulling Jack down into a heated kiss.
Jack kissed him back, thrusting his tongue into Alonso’s mouth and sucking at his lower lip. Alonso moaned into his mouth, nipping at Jack’s lips even as he tried to shove him backwards. “Room,” Alonso managed to groan out.
With a mighty shove, Jack pushed Alonso into the wall, grinding his hips down onto Alonso’s arousal. The younger man whimpered, fingers digging into Jack’s coat. “Why don’t I take you right here?” Jack continued to thrust against Alonso, setting up a brutal rhythm that he knew would have the young man coming within minutes. “Could rip down your trousers, shove you against the wall and fuck you until you scream. You want that?”
Alonso whimpered again. He tried to nod and shake his head at the same time. Jack thought it looked absolutely adorable. He bit down on Alonso’s neck, sucking up a sizable hickey. “But, then again…” Jack abruptly stilled his hips and pulled them back, holding Alonso in place with his upper body so he couldn’t follow him. Alonso’s hips thrust wildly at thin air for a moment, before he slammed his head back against the wall with a loud thud.
“Then again…” Jack continued, “I wanted to prove to you how good of a bottom I can be, tonight. Would you like that?”
Jack pulled back as he spoke, wanting to see the expression on Alonso’s face. Sure enough, the young man’s eyes widened, then dilated with the surge of lust that flooded his system. He tackled Jack, shoving his tongue into his mouth and sucking viciously at Jack’s lips. Jack laughed into the kiss, letting Alonso shove him toward the stairs and up to their room.
As they entered the room, Alonso immediately started tearing off his clothes, boots and shirt first, followed by trousers, pants, and socks. Jack only had time to toss his greatcoat in the corner and carefully pull off his shirt – vial still in there, laying it carefully over the chair in the corner – before Alonso was on him, tongue pressing into his mouth, fingers fumbling with the button and zip on Jack’s trousers. Jack let him fumble, delighting in Alonso’s eagerness and arousal. This was, after all, possibly their last night together: might as well make the most of it.
Jack guided Alonso to the bed, letting himself be shoved flat onto it, as Alonso ripped his trousers and pants off in one fell swoop. Jack laughed, yanking Alonso down on top of him and kissing him soundly. He still had his vest on, though he was naked from the waist down. Jack shucked off his last piece of clothing and tossed it in the corner, before rolling off Alonso and onto his stomach on the bed. He spread his legs wide, wiggling his arse in the air.
“Alright, Alonso. You wanted to see me bottom? Go ahead.” For added emphasis, Jack reached around and slapped himself on the arse.
His display must have had an affect, because Alonso growled and jumped on top of him, nipping and biting at his thighs. Jack reached back and waved a bottle of lube at Alonso – slipped out of his greatcoat pocket and palmed earlier – before lifting up his hips enough to slide a hand between himself and the bed so that he could stroke himself.
Trembling, slicked fingers traced a line down his crack, and Jack sighed, canting his hips up. Alonso was nervous, that much Jack could tell. It was possible he had never topped before, though Jack felt it would be inappropriate to ask just at this moment. The tentative way his fingers were gliding over Jack’s entrance, pressing forward but pulling back before they breached him, was exquisite, and Jack moaned and pressed his hips backwards to communicate that to Alonso.
Then a single finger was entering him, and Jack immediately loosened his muscles. “Another,” he said. Alonso sucked a breath in behind him, but obeyed, pressing another finger in. He only thrust the two fingers in and out, not stretching him. Jack decided to hurry the process along, and he reached back and shoved two of his own fingers alongside Alonso’s inside himself, unlubricated. He heard an empathetic hiss escape from Alonso, and Jack reached his other hand back, patting Alonso’s thigh reassuringly. “It’s alright. I’m good at this: I have excellent muscle control back there.”
Jack waggled his eyebrows out of habit, even though he knew Alonso couldn’t see him. Alonso’s hand gripped at Jack’s on his thigh. “Just…sorry. Wanted to do a good job…”
Jack grinned, thrusting back. “You are. Here,” Jack pulled his own fingers out, “put three in. And spread them. We’re trying to loosen me up, right?”
Alonso did as he was instructed, and Jack groaned at the feel of Alonso’s long fingers spreading inside of him. “Good, good. Now, if you can find it…” Alonso collapsed his fingers and pressed forward further, pressing up against that little pleasure nub. Jack thrust backwards, fucking himself slowly on Alonso’s fingers. “Ah, perfect. Fuck, you’re good at finding it, aren’t you?”
Jack swore he could feel Alonso blush behind him. “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice on…myself…”
Before Alonso could work himself up and get too flustered, Jack clenched down on his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from behind him. “I’m ready. Alonso, come on.”
Alonso’s fingers left Jack, and he occupied his time by stroking himself slowly as he waited. He heard the lid on the lube pop shut, and the soft, wet noises of Alonso spreading it over himself. A moment later and the bed was shifting beneath Alonso’s weight, until Jack felt his blunt head press against his entrance. “Ready?” Alonso’s voice was thick with arousal, and Jack grinned. He’d bet good money, good intergalactic currency, that the boy had never topped before.
Jack decided it was best not to tease him, and instead pushed his hips back, increasing the pressure of Alonso’s erection against his entrance. “Ready.”
He could tell Alonso held his breath as he entered him, excruciatingly slowly. Jack gritted his teeth at the torturous pace, but stopped himself from pushing back onto Alonso. He might be having trouble controlling himself, and Jack didn’t want his first experience topping to end prematurely. “Good, Alonso, good. Get it all the way in there.”
Jacked contended himself with feeling the fullness of Alonso as he stretched him, pushing in deeper and deeper until his hips were flush with Jack’s. The younger man let out a shuddering exhale then, entire body shaking with repressed desire. “That’s it. Now move, Alonso.”
Alonso did as he was told, pulling his hips back and pressing back in, almost as slowly as at first. Jack groaned: out of frustration, rather than arousal. At this rate, the war would be over by the time they finished. “Faster, Alonso.” Jack pressed his hips back, still cautious of Alonso’s state of arousal. His muscles were loose as he could make them around Alonso, even though he wanted to squeeze and bear down on him, fucking him from beneath.
Alonso continued to pull out and thrust back in slowly, although the pace began to pick up as he grew more confident. Soon he was thrusting into Jack steadily, hips slapping against Jack’s with each powerful thrust. Jack resumed stroking himself, canting his hips slightly upward as he searched for… “Ah, there, Alonso! Perfect. Keep…fuck…going…right there…” Jack let himself go then, thrusting back against Alonso and riding him from below. Alonso didn’t seem to mind, if the moans, groans, and finger-shaped bruises forming on Jack’s hips were anything to go by.
“Fuck, Jack. I’m…I’m close…can’t…”
Jack grinned, that shit-eating grin that spelled trouble for Alonso, if the boy could only see it. “Good. Alonso, come. Go ahead. Fill me up, Alonso.” He clenched, then, around an unsuspecting Alonso. He shouted, screamed almost, and came inside Jack. His truncated fingernails dug into Jack’s hips, and his hips twitched and spasmed as his body greeted its release. Jack jerked himself sharply to orgasm, cresting a few moments after Alonso. It was just in time, too: the next moment Alonso’s knees gave way, and he collapsed on top of Jack, pressing him into the bed.
Jack grunted a little as he felt his come press into his stomach, and Alonso’s drip out of him and onto his thighs. Sometimes he liked the messiness of sex, but that was usually when he was messing someone up – mostly Ianto, really. At the moment the mess was just that: mess.
“Roll over,” Jack grumbled.
All noodle limbs and self-satisfied, Alonso rolled off Jack and onto the bed. Jack lifted an arm and rested it on Alonso’s back, patting him lightly. “Good job.”
Alonso snorted into the bedspread. “Sound like you’re talking to a pet.”
“Well,” Jack rolled into Alonso, throwing a leg over his thighs, “I was satisfied. You seemed pretty pleased with the whole endeavor. Am I right?”
Alonso finally turned his head to look at Jack. A lazy grin was planted on his face. “Yeah. It was…” Alonso’s eyes drifted down Jack’s body to his haunches. “You’re a pushy bottom.”
Jack knew Alonso didn’t mean anything by it. Knew he couldn’t know. But that still didn’t stop his breath from hitching in his throat, and his eyes from stinging. Immediately the grin fell from Alonso’s face, replaced by worry. “Oh, oh no. I said something, didn’t I? I’m sorry-”
Jack waved a hand, cutting him off. He let the hand fall back onto Alonso’s shoulder, using the bit of contact to reaffirm to Alonso that he wasn’t angry with him. “It’s alright. That’s just what I said to Ianto, first time we had sex.”
Alonso nodded. “So, he bottomed, first time?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. Bottomed the first part of our…of us knowing each other. It took a while for him to come out of his shell, to really feel comfortable asking for what he wanted in the bedroom, and places beyond. But when he finally did…” Jack shook his head ruefully. “He was amazing. Brilliant and oh-so-proper on the outside but oh-so-filthy on the inside…”
He hesitated, glancing at Alonso. “Sorry. I…I didn’t mean…”
Alonso nodded in understanding, though his eyes flickered down and he swallowed thickly. “It’s alright. You love him, and…” he shrugged. “There’s no ‘us’, is there, Jack? When Ianto comes back, it’s you and him, and I’m just…Alonso.”
Jack winced. He leaned forward and kissed Alonso tenderly on the lips. “You might be Alonso, but you’re not ‘just’ Alonso. You’re a great guy. I’m gonna get you a job, if you want it, and it’ll be great. You’ll see.”
Alonso moved forward, burying his face in Jack’s neck. Hesitating for only a moment, Jack wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m sorry, Alonso. But it’s only about Ianto: it’s only ever been about Ianto. There’s only him.” Jack rubbed his hands up and down Alonso’s back, trying to convey how sorry he honestly was.
Beneath him, Alonso nodded, face never leaving its place pressed into Jack’s neck. “I know, Jack. I…I should have known it from the start.” A shuddering sigh, then: “Just give me this night, with you. Please? Just sleeping – we can leave first thing in the morning.”
Planting a kiss on the top of Alonso’s head, Jack placed his cheek against him. “Anything you want, Alonso. Go to sleep; I’ll wake you in the morning.”
Within minutes, the exhausted young man was sound asleep in Jack’s secure embrace.
Want more? Chapter 6 here.
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Date: 2010-06-18 04:28 am (UTC)Loved this, still love it all. Yay.
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Date: 2010-06-18 04:31 pm (UTC)As for John joining in...hurm...
you might want to wait until next Friday's post, then see how you feel. *coughneedtoremembernottogiveawayplotcough*
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Date: 2010-06-18 04:39 pm (UTC)I'm worried now.
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Date: 2010-06-18 05:04 am (UTC)Poor, sweet, precious Alonso. It seems like no matter what he does to be helpful, he always ends up getting hurt in the end. I was almost scared when Jack and Alonso ran into Tom, but it could have been worse.
Yay Ianto is coming back soon!
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Date: 2010-06-18 04:33 pm (UTC)Yeah, Alonso's a real tragedy, the poor dear. *pat pat*
Oh, and I might have forgot to mention this, but all the parts are the same number of chapters: 7. And I said Ianto's coming back by the end of Part II, so...*bounce*
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Date: 2010-06-18 10:30 am (UTC)I cannot wait for the coming weeks to find out what happens!!! I really hope Alonso takes the job with Torchwood -- I've really come to like the young man; when I first met him, I didn't really care for him, courtesy of the Doctor, but now, Alonso's cool!!!
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