Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, Chapter 12

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Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, Chapter 12
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwil
Word Count: 1,254
Rating: R
Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: Jack tries to give Ianto his birthday present; Gwil interrupts with his own birthday present for his tad.
Warnings: blue balls, SCHMOOP
A/N: I tried to time this for March 28^th (GDLs birthday) and managed to get pretty close. (Oh, and if the tiny bit of Welsh I used is wrong, please let me know. I just googled it :{ )

 

Previous Chapters:

               Prologue          |          The First Year:          |          The Second Year:
                                                  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10         1, 1.PWP, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
                                11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17              8, 9, 10, 11
 

 

 

Ianto groaned, arching up. It was good. Something... something was warm, and good. Ianto groaned again, feeling his erection swell. Yes. Warmth, and wetness, and...

Bleary eyes blinked sleep from them as Ianto woke. He hissed, hand going down automatically to the source of his pleasure, fingers brushing through familiar hair even before his eyes managed to focus on the man currently between his legs. Jack continued his ministrations unperturbed by Ianto's waking, sucking him down into his throat before pulling back, then repeating the motion.

Still sleep addled, Ianto found himself moaning and twisting his legs to the side, foggy brain having trouble processing such a skillful blowjob so soon after waking. “Jack...”

Sparkling blue eyes peered up at him from between his hair-speckled thighs, but that mouth – that wicked, filthy mouth – kept moving up and down on his cock. Deciding on surrender as the only viable course of action, Ianto lay back against the pillows and let Jack do as he wont.

A light tapping broke through the sound of Jack's slurping and Ianto's quick breaths. Removing his hand from Jack's hair, Ianto propped himself up and looked around. Jack seemed determined to continue, so Ianto tried his best to ignore him.

The tapping happened again, more insistently this time. Ianto's eyes focused on the door as he realized the sound was coming from there. Sure enough, a moment later a quiet “Dad? Tad?” reached his ears.

Ianto fell back with a groan, tapping at Jack's head until the other man pulled off him with a pout. “Gwil's at the door.”

Jack glanced significantly down at Ianto's erection. “Don't you think he can wait?”

“Jack.”

“Fine,” Jack huffed as he threw himself out of bed, snatching a pair of boxers off the ground as he stumbled to the door. Meanwhile, Ianto made sure the sheets were tugged up around him, pulling a pillow into his lap for good measure.

As soon as Jack opened the door, Gwil stepped in, carrying a tray carefully in both hands. Balanced on top was a full breakfast: toast with jam, cereal, orange juice, and fruit. The utensils and napkins were all laid out neatly, and a bluebell even sat in a little vase at the top of the place setting. Ianto smiled as he noted that everything on the tray was something Gwil could prepare himself, without use of the stove.

“Bore da,” Gwil greeted Ianto, as he passed the tray off to his tad. “Penblwydd Hapus.”

Ianto took the tray from Gwil and set it on top of the pillow in his lap. Jack lifted Gwil up into the bed, who immediately crawled into the middle, leaning up against Ianto. “Diolch,” Ianto murmured, pressing a kiss to Gwil's hair.

The bed dipped as Jack settled in on the other side of Gwil, slinging an arm around them both. He raised his eyebrows at Ianto, gesturing with his eyes at Gwil.

“Happy Birthday,” Ianto explained.

Jack grinned broadly, ruffling Gwil's hair. “Looks like you and I had the same idea this morning, champ.” Mock-covering Gwil's ears, Jack loudly whispered to Ianto: “I think mine was better.”

Ianto pushed Jack's hands away from Gwil's ears, snuggling Gwil up into a tight hug as he glared at Jack. “This is wonderful, Gwil.”

“Auntie Gwen told me to do it,” Gwil informed the two men, even as he stole a piece of fruit from Ianto's tray. “She said you'd 'preciate breakfast-in-bed.”

“Cock-blocker.”

“Jack!”

Jack held his hands up defensively. “What? She is!”

Ianto turned to Gwil, shooting dirty looks at Jack intermittently. “We'll have to make sure we thank Auntie Gwen for suggesting this. I appreciate it very much.” Ianto pulled Gwil into a one armed hug, kissing him again in gratitude. “Now come on,” he gestured at his tray, “I need some help eating all of this. What do you want?”

With a grin Gwil grabbed a piece of jam-covered toast and slice of cantaloupe, beaming up at Ianto as he munched. Ianto chose to ignore the crumbs that fell into the sheets. They needed to be washed, anyway.

Gwil cuddled up to Ianto as he ate, snug and warm against his side. Next to them, Jack's face went all gooey, to which Ianto could only smile back. “Hey!” Jack's eyes lit up with a plan. “Why don't we have a lie-in? I could bring the telly in from the kitchen and we could watch cartoons?”

Gwil's eyes lit up as he peered at Jack from beneath Ianto's armpit. He turned to Ianto, eyes pleading. “Do you want to, Tad?”

Ianto acquiesced quickly enough. He and Jack were scheduled for the afternoon and evening shift today, anyway. “Go on. We can have a proper lie-in: cartoons, breakfast in bed, and all.”

Before bounding out of the bed, Jack ruffled Gwil's hair and pressed a firm, smacking kiss to Ianto's lips. Gwil giggled beneath them, wrinkling up his nose at his affectionate fathers.

Ianto pressed another piece of fruit into Gwil's hand as they waited on Jack, munching on a few spoonfuls of cereal up himself. Jack came back shortly, cradling the small counter-top telly in his arms, before setting it on the bed and plugging it into the nearest outlet. He then climbed back up onto bed with the two of them, tossing the remote at Gwil, who immediately changed the channel to his favorite weekend cartoon station.

“I had another present planned,” Jack proffered, after a few minutes of watching Spongebob and Patrick annoy Squidward. Ianto turned to him, curious. Jack continued: “I was going to get you a...” he paused, then brought his left hand up behind Gwil's head and waggled his ring finger. Ianto melted a bit inside. “But I thought you'd rather have input into it than be surprised.” Jack grin said he already knew the answer to his next question. “Was I right?”

Ianto nodded, still unable to wipe the quiet grin off his face at Jack's intentions. “Yeah,” he murmured absently, “I'd like to look together for them. Make sure we get something we'll both like.” Pausing just a moment to nibble at toast – automatically mindful of crumbs, even though he had already come to the decision to wash the sheets that afternoon – Ianto smiled again at Jack. “Thank you, though. For thinking about it.”

Jack snatched a piece of kiwi from Ianto's plate and popped it in his mouth. “We could go next time we both have a day off? Or at least a morning.”

“Dad. Tad.” Gwil's tone of voice was less than amused as he tilted back to stare up at his fathers. “I'm trying to watch.”

“Right,” Ianto said, tone of voice quite serious. “Sorry. Of course.” He quieted down, smiling as Jack did the same on the other side of Gwil.

Once Gwil was suitably distracted by the telly once more, Ianto turned to Jack, catching his eye. As unobtrusively as he could, Ianto reached a hand behind Gwil, brushing a hand over Jack's shoulder. Thank you, he mouthed.

Jack winked in reply, before mouthing back Happy Birthday.

As Ianto settled in to watch the telly with Gwil and Jack, he realized that this might have been his best birthday celebration to date.

Blue balls notwithstanding.


Continue onto Chapter 13.