Life is All, Part III: Day Aleph-Null, Chapter 2

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Title: Life is All Part III: Day ℵ0: Chapter 2
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, budding Alonso/Lois
Word Count: 4,508
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Ianto “talk” some more the next morning. Also: storage unit time. Ianto needs his clothing back. And Jack needs Ianto’s coffee maker.
Warnings: rimming, mentions of crossdressing
A/N: Talk about speed writing. Cripse. Please point out typos, I’ve been swamped this week with fic so I’m a bit brain-dead. Also, I wanted to include flat-hunting in this chapter, but it was getting a bit lengthy. Next week: flat hunting! Also, other things.

Previous Chapters:
Part I: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7
Part II: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7
Part III: 1

            As Jack woke up that morning, the first thing he noticed was the warm body next to him, and the smell it gave off. It was a combination of male and sex and sweat he hadn’t smelled in almost a year. “Ianto,” he mumbled, slinging an arm out. It landed on the warm body, which curled instinctively into him.

            “Jack.”

            Slowly Jack opened his eyes, and was met by two beautiful blue eyes blinking sleepily up at him. “Hey.”

            “Hey.”

            Jack beamed down at Ianto, the warmth in his chest spreading quickly down to his groin. He ignored it, for the moment, instead opting to kiss Ianto on the forehead and press his nose to his hair, breathing deep. “Best night's sleep I’ve had since…”

            Ianto titled his head up and silenced him with a quick, chaste kiss. Jack didn’t even try to deepen it: Ianto hated morning breath, and categorically refused any open-mouthed kisses before teeth were brushed and mouthwash swished. As they pulled apart, Jack grinned some more. He loved knowing the young man in bed with him. He loved the comfort of Ianto knowing him, and he loved the little comfortable dances they did around each other’s idiosyncrasies.

            “What’s on the agenda for today?”

            Jack yawned, stretched, and swung his legs out of bed. He scratched his thigh as he padded over to the bathroom, intent on relieving his bladder and getting his mouth hygiene up to acceptable Ianto-standards. “Well, Lois is taking Alonso shopping for his clothes, so I figured we could go to your storage unit and get a few things out of there.” He flushed the toilet, moving over to the sink. In the mirror he saw Ianto join him, leaning on the bathroom doorframe in all his early morning, ruffled glory. “Just suits, clothes, that sort of thing. We can worry about everything else when we get you a flat.”

            Ianto nodded, running a hand across Jack’s lower back as he moved to use the toilet himself. With one quick peek at Ianto’s arse, Jack dabbed a pile of toothpaste on his brush and went to work. “It’s weird…” Ianto mumbled as he flushed the toilet. “It’s like when I first went out on my own. Have to find a flat, get a car, move all my stuff, get a job…”

            Jack spit, rinsing his mouth out and wiping it on a tissue. “Yeah, except this time you already have a job waiting for you, and someone to christen your new apartment with.” Jack waggled his eyebrows and pulled Ianto into him. “Kiss?”

            Ianto smiled, but pushed him back gently. “Mouthwash, first. And I still have to brush my teeth.”

            Jack sighed, but contented himself with smacking Ianto on the arse and eliciting a yelp and a glare before he darted back out into the bedroom. “I’m going to call Gwen,” he shouted over the running water in the sink, “And ask when we can get to the storage unit. After that, you and I can spend the day flat-hunting.”

            Jack fumbled with his phone for a moment, listening to Ianto’s eight-minute oral hygiene routine. He spent two minutes, thirty seconds brushing; three minutes flossing; one minute with the mouthwash; and one minute, thirty seconds of miscellaneous rinsing in between. Jack had found that out when he had bothered Ianto to the point of irritation while he was trying to brush his teeth. He smiled, allowing himself a moment to stare at Ianto, before shaking himself out of his reverie and dialing Gwen. 

            “Gwen Cooper, who is this?”

            “Gwen, it’s Jack.”

            “Oh. Sorry! Strange number, and all that.”

            Jack grinned at the phone. “Hey, I was wondering when someone would have the chance to take me and Ianto down to the storage unit to get some of his clothes and…” Jack’s mind briefly flickered to the personal coffee maker and box of sex toys that were in Ianto’s flat “…and…personal effects.”

            Jack could hear Gwen munching on something in the pause before her reply. “I can take you boys down after lunch, Rift willing. I’ve got a few things that need sorting first, but then I’m free.”

            Jack checked his watch, then grinned. Eight am. Plenty of time before Gwen was coming to pick them up, then. Jack rushed into the bathroom and grabbed at the mouthwash, swishing it until Ianto nodded in approval. He spit, rinsed his mouth out twice (another bit of Ianto oral hygiene directions) then turned to smile at him with a broad grin.

            “Kisses?”

            Ianto pulled him in for a sloppy kiss in response. Jack moaned, reaching up and griping Ianto’s head, reacquainting himself with Ianto’s taste, and tongue, and lips. Ianto bit down on his bottom lip, eliciting another moan from Jack, before he pulled away. “What did Gwen say?”

            Jack didn’t let Ianto leave his arms, instead dropping his hands to Ianto’s waist and peppering light kisses along Ianto’s jaw. “She said,” kiss, “we’d go today,” kiss, “but not until,” kiss, “after lunch.” Jack pulled away, wicked glint in his eyes. “So we have hours of time to…fill.”

            Ianto looked like he was trying to suppress a grin, but failing miserably. “I suppose there’s nothing we could do to help out? Make ourselves useful?”

            Jack shook his head, leaning in to pepper Ianto’s face with more kisses. “Nothing at all. Suppose you’ll just have to make yourself useful from the comfort of this hotel room.”

            Ianto pulled away, finally succeeding in escaping Jack’s arms and lips. “Shame, that.” He wrinkled up his nose. “Suppose I should take a shower, then.”

            Jack blinked at the abrupt change in topic, watching as Ianto wandered over to turn the shower faucet on. He leaned over – giving Jack a beautiful view of his arse – and reached for something, before walking back to Jack. He pressed a small bottle into his hand and raised an eyebrow. “I personally think we should take full advantage of all the amenities the hotel offers.”

            Jack opened his hand to look down at the bottle. It was oil-based lubricant. “Oh. Oh.” Jack looked back up at Ianto, who was looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

            “Care to join me, Jack? It would be more efficient.”

            Jack swallowed. Hard. Oh, the way that man managed to wrap his tongue around words, making every one of them sound like pure sex. The only response Jack could manage was slamming his mouth into Ianto’s and pushing him back to the shower. They stepped in together, mouths not leaving each other, until Jack went to uncap the lubricant.

            “Wait, Jack.” Ianto pulled away. Jack frowned. Ianto was doing an awful lot of pulling away, this morning. Then again, Jack himself was being rather needy, this morning. Ianto wiped a hand down his face, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. “Shower, actual shower, first. I really do need one.” His nose wrinkled again. “And it wouldn’t do you harm to wash up, either.”

            Jack considered that. It had been a while since his last real shower. Back on the transport ship had been the last time, and that was over a week ago. So, reluctantly Jack set down the bottle of lubricant and picked up the little box of soap the hotel provided. He unwrapped it, passing the soap to Ianto and throwing the box out of the shower.

            Ianto immediately turned Jack around and started washing his back. A whimper escaped Jack’s throat as he felt Ianto’s sure hands methodically lathering every inch of him. He even squatted down and did Jack’s thighs and calves, as Jack focused on restraining himself from thrusting his arse backwards and begging him to just get on with it.

            With a tap to his foot, Ianto signaled for Jack to turn around. He obliged, and Ianto and the soap made their way back up Jack’s body. Jack let a hand come to rest on Ianto’s shoulder as the young man concentrated on his task. He couldn’t tell if it was the temperature of the water or his state of arousal that was making a flush spread down Ianto’s neck and to his chest, but judging by the semi that Ianto was already sporting, it was more the latter than the former. 

            Ianto stood up, paying careful attention to Jack’s cock and balls. Jack twitched involuntarily as Ianto rubbed the soap over his perineum and back, but Ianto just shook his head and kissed him lightly. “Not yet,” he murmured against Jack’s lips.

            Once Jack was finished Ianto passed the soap over to him and turned around, hands pressed up against the shower wall. Jack started forward, but just as he laid a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, the young man turned around and glared. “And stay on task, Jack.”

            Jack grinned, snaking one hand to pinch Ianto’s arse before soaping up his back. It earned him another glare, but Jack could see Ianto’s cock twitch at the contact. Jack lathered Ianto up in the same careful manner Ianto had, if perhaps slightly more quickly. When he dropped down to his knees to wash Ianto’s thighs and calves, he couldn’t help himself. His tongue darted out and licked at the water droplets trickling down the crack of Ianto’s arse.

            “Jack! Washing up!”

            Jack groaned. “Just a little, Ianto.” He pulled apart Ianto’s pert cheeks and stuck his tongue in, lapping at the furled entrance in front of him. Ianto moaned, hips pressing backwards.

            “No, Jack…”

            Jack licked again, more firmly. He pressed his tongue against the entranceway, not quite firm enough to press in. He heard Ianto’s breath hitch above him, and finally, after a pause:

            “Just a little.”

            Jack grinned, wasting no time in pressing his tongue forward and breaching that tight hole. Ianto groaned and pressed back, both hands still firmly splayed on the tile wall in front of him. Jack worked his tongue in and out of Ianto, pausing in his rhythm to give the outer skin a firm lick, or swirl his tongue around the inside ring of muscles. Too soon, Ianto was reaching back, pushing Jack away.

            “Alright, enough, Jack.”

            Jack hopped to his feet, thoroughly pleased with himself. He turned Ianto around to kiss him, hands straying over Ianto’s torso and continuing with the wash. “Good?”

            Ianto kissed him back for a second, but then shook his head. “Hair. Hair, then…”

            Jack reached for the shampoo so fast he knocked it off its little shelf. Ianto laughed as they scrambled around on the floor of the shower, arses in the air, to try and pick it up. Jack flicked water out of his eyes and looked over at him. His heart caught in his chest at the sound of that laugh, at the sight of that smiling face, completely relaxed and carefree.

            Finally succeeding in grabbing the shampoo, Ianto straightened, gesturing to Jack. “Come on. Faster we get hair washed…”

            “I know, I know,” he grumbled. His grumbling quickly turned into a sigh of contentment as Ianto scrubbed strong fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Mm. Can we shower like this every day?”

            “Not with our job.” Behind him, Ianto was rinsing his hair carefully, keeping one hand cupped over Jack’s forehead so as not to let any soap run down into his eyes. Jack had a brief flash of Ianto as a father, tending patiently to a pile of squirming kids. He pushed the image aside.

            Ianto handed the bottle over to Jack, and it was his turn to wash Ianto’s hair. He did it carefully, massaging Ianto’s scalp until the younger man was a pile of gooey contentment pressed against his chest. “Mm.”

            Jack shook Ianto teasingly. “No falling asleep.”

            Against his front, Ianto mock-yawned and snuggled into Jack’s chest. “Oops. Tired me out. Think I’ll go back to bed now. Sorry, sir.”

            Jack snatched for the bottle of lubricant, waving it in front of Ianto’s face. “Iaaantoo…” he sing-songed. “Come on.” When Ianto persisted on faking sleep, Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s ear, and whispered, “I need you to fuck me, Ianto.” He nuzzled at the side of Ianto’s face and nipped at his earlobe before releasing it and whispering again: “I need you inside of me, fucking me hard, pounding me into the tile, your hot cock deep, deep – mmph!”

            Ianto had apparently decided that it was no longer prudent of him to pretend to sleep, and pressed into Jack, snogging him soundly. There was a moment of fumbling as Jack passed Ianto the lube and turned himself around, pressing his hands against the cool tiles. But then Ianto was curled around his back, hands stroking over Jack’s nipples.

            “Ianto…Ianto, come on…”

            Ianto was teasing him: nipping at his neck, pinching his nipples, grinding his hard cock into Jack’s crack. Jack pushed back, urging Ianto on. Then Ianto’s hot breath was at his ear, whispering a single word that went straight to Jack’s cock. “Beg.”

            What little self-restraint Jack had left – if any – snapped, and a litany of supplications burst forth from his mouth. “Please, please Ianto. I have to feel you inside me. Please fuck me, Ianto. I’ll do anything you want, if you just fuck me into the wall, please…”

            Two of Ianto’s fingers pressed inside him, lube coating him well in spite of the water still beating down on them. Jack instantly relaxed himself, and Ianto took note of it, pulling his fingers out for a moment before adding a third. He pressed in quickly, probing until Jack felt a spark go through him as Ianto found his prostate. “Don’t, Ianto. Can’t…”

            Ianto obediently pulled his fingers away from the spot, finishing up preparing him with a few quick spreads of his fingers.

            “Good?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Jack’s neck. Jack nodded, craning his neck back to meet Ianto’s lips. As they kissed, Ianto thrust in, causing Jack to gasp into his mouth. Ianto pulled back and thrust back in, grunting. “Tight, Jack. You comfortable?”

            Jack nodded. Ianto had prepared him enough, and there wasn’t any pain. Just the fullness of Ianto inside of him, pressing in further and further. “Ah, Ianto…” Jack lifted one leg, resting it on the ledge of the tub. With the new position, Ianto was able to drive in deeper on the next thrust, pressing against that perfect bundle of nerves inside Jack and setting his body on fire. “There!” he gasped.

            Ianto’s fingers slipped on his hips as he thrust, coming back up and leaving indentations in the wet skin as he tried to hold on. Jack’s palms were cold against the tiles: a marked contrast to every other inch of his body that felt too hot. His stomach quivered and cock twitched as Ianto’s relentless thrusts brought him closer to the edge.

            “Ianto, please…”

            One hand left Jack’s hips and reached around, taking him firmly in hand and stroking. Jack let his head fall back, coming to rest on Ianto’s shoulder. His eyes were closed against the rain from the shower, and so it came as a surprise when he felt Ianto’s warm, wet lips press down against his. He gasped, body tensing as he came, come splattering over Ianto’s fingers and onto the tile wall.

            Ianto grunted, but held on for a few more strokes. Jack moaned at the overstimulation, pressing his hips back against Ianto to try and bring him to completion. With a whimpering cry, Ianto thrust one last time inside Jack, come filling him.

            The sounds of their panting overwhelmed even the sounds of the running water, and they stilled, coming back down to themselves. Jack brought his leg down from the edge of the tub carefully as Ianto pulled out, but not away. Jack let one of his hands fall down from the wall of the shower to caress Ianto’s flank. He finally patted it decisively, turning around and kissing Ianto’s swollen lips. “Good?”

            Ianto laughed shakily. “Great.” A shiver went through him, and Ianto glared over Jack’s shoulder at the shower. “Cold, now. Come on.”

            Jack turned around and shut the faucets, stopping the stream of rapidly cooling water. He moved quickly to step out of the shower before Ianto, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself, then reaching for another one and holding it out for Ianto. He shot Jack a look as he stepped out of the shower, but allowed Jack to wrap him up in the towel and kiss him on the top of his wet head.

            “You’re treating me like glass,” he pointed out.

            Jack waved the comment aside, dragging Ianto back out into the hotel room proper and over to the bed. He opened the closet door and was pleased to find two complimentary dressing gowns in there, and took them off their hangers for himself and Ianto. “I don’t let glass fuck me,” he said as he reached the bed. Ianto turned a brilliant shade of red at that, and Jack winked. “Bad experience.”

            As Jack settled down on the bed and crawled under the duvet, Ianto opened his mouth to broach the subject again. Jack silenced him with a firm kiss. “Just indulge me, okay? Just for a little while.”

            Ianto’s expression softened, and he finally nodded his assent. “So,” he said, changing the subject, “Gwen said after lunch?”

            Jack nodded. “And it’s only,” he checked his watch, “nine o’clock.” A wicked leer crossed his face. “What could we do until lunch?”

            Ianto groaned and fell back against the pillows.

**

             One delicious room-service lunch and after-lunch blowjob later, Ianto and Jack were dressed and heading down to the hotel lobby. They stood out front, peering through the traffic for Gwen.

            As they waited, Alonso and Lois jogged up the steps of the hotel, laughing together.

            “You mean, there are actual aliens that look like that?”

            Alonso shrugged. “How was I supposed to know that ‘cactus’ couldn’t speak? I got along fine with someone that looked like his cousin!”

            The two erupted into a fit of giggles again, ending abruptly as they caught sight of Jack and Ianto. Lois’ eyes flickered between Jack, Ianto, and Alonso, before finally settling on Alonso. “I’ll just, take these upstairs?” She lifted the multitudes of shopping bags in her hands. Alonso nodded distractedly, eyes flickering to Jack like he wanted to say something, and avoiding Ianto as much as he could.

            “You and Lois seem to be getting along well.” Jack arched an eyebrow.

            Alonso blushed profusely. “She’s nice. Helped me find all sorts of clothes fit for this planet.”

            Jack nodded, watching Ianto out of the corner of his eyes. He could see a muscle in his jaw jumping, faintly. Jack found it downright cute. Of course, Jack also knew he had to diffuse the situation quickly. “That’s good. We’re waiting for Gwen. So…” Jack widened his eyes at Alonso, who took the hint and started to walk past them.

            “Sounds good. Alright. I’ll just…Lois…” and with that, Alonso disappeared through the revolving doors of the hotel.

            “Awfully meek, isn’t he?”

            Jack knew that attempt-at-casual tone of Ianto’s all too well. He quirked an eyebrow at him, and was met by a quirked eyebrow in response. He grinned, just a bit, at the situation. “Come on, Ianto. Cut the kid some slack.”

            Ianto shoved his hands into his trousers, clearly pouting. “Just don’t see why you had to go get yourself a companion. Not even a year dead and you’ve gone and…”

            “Ianto!” Jack sighed. “The only reason I kept him around in the first place was because I thought he could help me get you back! Otherwise, he would have been a one-night shag.”

            “I suppose that’s meant to make me feel better about the whole thing?”

            Jack sighed again. He could tell that Ianto was half-joking, but it was the part of him that was half-serious that Jack worried over. He gripped Ianto by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “It was you I was thinking of the whole time: you’re the reason I made Alonso take me to the 456 home world, you’re the reason I kept him around to get the antivirus and the nanogenes, you’re the reason why I bothered talking to John at all, in order for him to fix my Vortex Manipulator. It’s only you, Ianto. Always.”

            Big, blue eyes stared into Jack’s balefully, before Ianto nodded. “It’s alright Jack. I know.” They leaned in and kissed, Jack trying to make sure Ianto understood how he felt – even what he couldn’t express in words.

            “Oi! You two!”

            They broke apart, Jack grinning as Gwen waved to them from her car. “Come on! I’ve only got two hours before the program is predicting a spike over in Splott.”

            Jack strode forward, Ianto falling into place a step behind. It was supremely comforting, feeling Ianto’s presence behind him, always ready as “support”: whatever kind of support his old job title might entail.

            Gwen greeted them through the rear-view mirror, eyes crinkling up as they landed on Ianto. “How are you, Ianto? Everything working okay?”

            Ianto rolled his eyes. “Perfectly fine. As Jack has made sure to test.”

            Gwen pointed a finger back over the seat. “Don’t go wearing him out, Jack. Poor thing’s just been through an ordeal.”

            Jack and Ianto shared a look. “Ordeal”. That was one way of putting it.

            Gwen chatted happily with the two of them as she whisked them across town, to the block of storage units that Torchwood had rented out forever. She told them about how Torchwood was doing, how Mickey had – to everyone’s surprise, even Martha’s – managed to improve upon Tosh’s old Rift-predictor program. The accuracy of the predictions lead to more concrete hours for the team as a whole, turning the whole thing into a much more manageable job. Of course, the Rift still spat out incredible things that the team had to deal with, but the varying experience between the lot of them made them quite capable of handling most things.

            “And now with Alonso, we have someone with extensive experience with alien worlds and cultures. I imagine he might be able to help out on some of the tech, too: perhaps not the computers, but the engineering, what with his experience on space ships and all.”

            Ianto coughed rather dramatically, and Jack had to rest a placating hand on his thigh. “That’s an…interesting thought, Gwen. We’ll have to see how he does in the field.” Jack shot Ianto a reproachful look that said behave. Ianto just widened his eyes innocently. Jack snogged Ianto, just for good measure.

            Finally they pulled up to the unit, Ianto hopping out of the car first. He blinked as he looked at his storage unit. “It’s…you used one of the smaller ones.”

            Jack saw Gwen wince, glancing between the two of them before smiling apologetically. “I…you really didn’t have all that much, Ianto. Dear. We didn’t need any more space than this.”

            Ianto swallowed thickly. His eyes flickered to Jack’s before staring resolutely ahead. “I guess that’s…yeah.” He watched as Gwen unlocked the unit. “Who packed me up, then?”

            Jack’s heart froze in his chest. He stared at Gwen, who had stilled and not turned around. After a moment’s pause, Gwen finally said: “I did. Rhys helped, with the heavier stuff. Bed and the like.”

            Jack tried to look away, but Ianto had already turned to him and locked eyes. “Where were you?”

            Jack took a breath. Before he could answer, Gwen butted in. “He was gone.” With a jerk she pushed the heavy doors up, until they continued their slide automatically. The loud clanging of the metal interrupted any further conversation. Ianto and Jack both sucked in a gasp at the sight before them: the entirety of Ianto Jones’ life, packed away in Torchwood-issue boxes.

            Jack took a step forward, first. “Gwen, why don’t you go to the left, we’ll go to the right. We’re looking for some clothes, and…” he glanced over at Ianto, “I was thinking we could get the coffee maker out, too?”

            Ianto, having apparently gotten over the shock of seeing his life packed away, smiled shakily over at Jack. “Sure.”

            Gwen did as instructed, turning down one aisle of boxes while Jack and Ianto started down the other, As they walked, glancing through boxes as they went, Ianto hissed: “I can’t believe you didn’t pack up my things.”

            Jack shrugged, not eager to have this conversation. “I was…upset. I couldn’t stand to be around anything that reminded me of you.” Jack decided that now wasn’t the best time to try and explain to Ianto about Stephen, and everything else that had happened.

            “Could have done it to protect my privacy, at least!” Ianto nudged Jack, and he turned around. Ianto was holding open a box, and as Jack peered in, he grinned. Glancing up at Ianto, Jack noted that he was less than amused. “Rhys or Gwen packed this up, Jack!”

            Jack shrugged, unembarrassed. “We had a healthy sex life. What’s there to be ashamed of?”

            Ianto dug a hand into the box, removing it with lacy red panties dangling from one finger. He raised an eyebrow.

            Jack just grinned. “I stand by my earlier opinion.”

            Ianto sighed, closing the box back up. As he made to continue forward, Jack stopped him. “Hey, why don’t you…”

            “We’re supposed to be finding me clothes to wear in public. Not fetish-wear.” In spite of his protests, Jack was happy to see Ianto take the box and tuck it under one arm. 

            “Found the coffee-maker!” Gwen’s voice reached them through piles of boxes. “How you boys doing?”

            Jack opened his mouth, grinning wildly at Ianto. He wasn’t really going to tell Gwen what was in the box, but it was fun to see Ianto squirm. “Nothing over here, yet!” he finally said. Ianto nodded approvingly at him.

            Five minutes later, Ianto let out a triumphant cry. “Ties! And belts! The rest of it must be…aha!”

            Ianto stood on tiptoes, reaching past a pile of boxers for a long, hanging bag. He unzipped it, grinned, and pulled out a suit to show Jack.

            “The cute suit!” Jack bounded over and kissed Ianto, smacking their lips loudly.

            Gwen appeared from around a pile of boxes to their left, craning her neck. “Found the clothes?”

            “Yup.” Ianto was zipping up the bag, smiling smugly to himself. “Here, Gwen. We’ll need some help with all of these.”

            Jack passed the box he was holding – his and Ianto’s special clothing – to Gwen first. “You can start with this.”

            Ianto’s eyes widened and expression looked panicked, but Gwen just nodded and bounded off in the direction of the car. “Jack, if she opens that…”

            Jack took the bag from Ianto and picked up another box filled with clothes. “Like you said: she had to have packed them away in the first place.”

            Ianto groaned, but turned back to the boxes of clothing as Jack followed Gwen out to the car.



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