Unfortunately, these two adorable men are not mine...
The beach was deserted, but that didn't stop Jack and Ianto. In fact, it encouraged them, and Ianto, not one for PDA, had take Jack's hand the moment they stepped on the beach. The immortal had looked up and smiled, pleansantly surprised at the touch.
"Let's get closer to the water."
"My pants will get wet."
Jack sighed, knowing he would have to devise an elaborate plan to get the younger man to comply. Always neat and put together, Jack was surprised the Welshman liked the beach, but he had readily agreed when Jack had suggested the excursion.
Gwen had taken the weekend off and the two men had been called out to a job on the coast. Everything had been going fine until Jack got shot and Ianto was left to fend for himself. Jack had woken up to two dead aliens, and a frightened and bruised Ianto. The aliens weren't what had scared him, and Jack knew it. He'd been out a good ten minutes, a longer period of time than when he normally dies of a gunshot wound, but it wasn't the longest time he'd ever been dead. Even though Ianto knew he was going to wake up eventually, he always did, it scared him, seeing Jack lying there lifeless.
He hadn't told Jack that in the beginning of their relationship, that out all the things he'd seen at Torchwood, the American not waking up was his biggest fear, until one night after Jack died, Ianto had a nightmare. Jack woke him up, and begged him to tell him what had happened. It must've been bad, the things he'd been saying in his sleep, because Jack looked almost as scared as Ianto felt. He didn't give him all the details, but he managed to choke out that Jack had died, and in his dream, he wasn't coming back.
Despite Ianto's fears, he always makes a point of being there when Jack wakes up, and for that, Jack is more than grateful.
Of course, that won't stop him from trying to get Ianto wet.
"Come here," he whispers, putting his hands on Ianto's hips and pulling him forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Deepening the kiss, they moved closer to the water.
Looking back, Jack knows he should've seen it coming.
Ianto pushed back, with a deep, hot kiss, making both men go weak at the knees. He wrapped his hands around Jack's suspenders and pulled, making Jack's knees buckle.
Down Jack goes, his butt hitting the sand just as a particularly large wave crashes against his back, with Ianto watching, safe and dry a few feet away.
The look on Jack's face was enough to keep Ianto (and Gwen, upon hearing the story the next day) laughing all week.
Ugh, I could never get this right, some parts are still awkward, and I apologize for them.
New fandom! Woo! I have a few more stories revolving around Jack and Ianto (and hopefully another Kurt/Blaine for those of you who don't fancy this)
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