Hundred Theme Challenge, using Doctor Who and Torchwood. Suppose that makes this a cross over of the two genres, but as far as I'm concerned they're in the same Canon. Neither belong to me. Please review! Of course this is going to be Mature, and mostly male on male! Please read and review!
It was morning, already. I thought I ought to disentangle myself, maybe make Ianto some eggs. God, the things to be done with a pocket watch. Yet, despite years and years and beds and beds of practice, I managed to wake him up.
"Dammit." I swore under my breath. Oh well, at least I got to see him with bed-head, sleepy eyes, and an askew tie, the only thing he'd kept on after a night of rolling in the hay.
"I love you." He murmured sleepily, reaching to stroke my jaw. My eyes widened, and there was a beat or two before I answered. I could feel him tense with each second.
"I live you too, kid. How about breakfast?" His face showed his disappointment, as did his demeanor as he started hunting for his clothing.
"N-no, I should get going. I... I should go home, and shower..."
"You could use the shower here." I chuckled. "I could join you."
He blushes, and shakes his head. "No, no I ... I need to go..." He starts to hurry out of the room. I get up. I don't want things to end like this, before they've even started.
I pin him to the wall easily, my still nude body against his. "Ianto..."
"Jack...." I steal his lips for a long soft kiss, feeling him melt against me. When I pull away, he speaks again, leaning his forehead against my chest. "Jack..."
I move a strand of hair past his forehead, I kiss his temple, moving his chin so his eyes and mine meet.
"Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't feel it." I kiss his lips again, and I feel the vibrations as he whimpers into my mouth. I pull away, noticing the water in his eyes.
"Just say it. Just once. Please." He needs to hear it... I kiss his ear, give it a tiny nip.
"I love you, Ianto Jones..." My voice is husky, barely above a whisper. He's clinging to my midsection, a hug, and I feel again just how vulnerable he is, how he needs to be validated... How much he loves me.... I can't take this kind of seriousness, so I pull away with my charming smile, chuckling lightly.
"Now, make me some coffee, and I'll make you eggs."
