x x J x x
a/n This little au piece ( well I say little … I'm up to chapter 20 and so far the end appears to be nowhere in sight! ) is centred on a pairing that a hell of a lot of people seem to be rather enamoured with ( myself included, of course! ).
I have not included any other TW characters because I wanted to try something different for a change ….. though having said that there might be a cameo from someone later on and throughout there are subtle references to real life and TW itself ….. see how many you can spot ….. there's quite a few! So, aside from the strange title, which will become self-explanatory quite early on, this story is quite straight forward:
Ianto is a troubled soul ( yeah! I know …. original! ) and Jack is trying his hardest to convince him that they are 'just made for each other' ! Also time lines are different ….. it starts during the year leading up to the Millennium celebrations and the age difference between them is less than five years.
If a mental picture helps ….. imagine Ianto as the sexy looking hopeful handing over a cup of coffee! …. and for an idea of how Jack appears in my head try to picture him {minus coat) presenting a certain Saturday morning childrens' tv programme circa 94/95 ! Other than that it's a roller coaster of a 'will they won't they'!
Warnings for lots of swearing … ( be fair …. he's Welsh … and he's played by GDL! ) and there are references to a small number of ( or maybe more thinking about it! ) sexual encounters.
Disclaimer … The characters from Torchwood do not belong to me ….. though I'd like to think that all of the others contained herein do ….
I own nothing! ….I have nothing!... I am bereft! ….. please feel sorry for me! ….
Hope you all enjoy! … first three chapters up in one go then I'll add one a week whilst I continue to further vent my fantasies through fiction!. Oi! … who said get a life?
x x J x x
Chapter One
The Battle of Jenkins Ear
The barman looked out over the empty the dance floor and winced as a needle was accidently dragged across a well-used piece of vinyl. The dj, obviously nervous about his Friday night debut, looked up apologetically and raised a palm in acknowledgement of his fuck up.
Picking up a cloth and wiping in an absent minded fashion around the rim of a glass the bar-tender gazed along the counter to where one solitary figure sat staring down at his bottle of Becks.
"Y'ok Yan?"
The figure nodded without looking up and taking a swig of his beer set the bottle back down in front of him.
"Looks like it's going to be a quiet one tonight, Ianto! … you picked the wrong night to decide to come back and visit us!"
A head rolled lazily in his direction and a scornful look seared up through unblinking lashes "You make it sound like I haven't been in for years!" He straightened and turned on his stool slightly to face him "Where is everybody anyway? This place used to be heaving on a Friday night!"
"Well, to be fair it is still early but honestly? …. Saturdays are more popular now" he paused as he considered the phrasing of his next sentence "Lately Fridays have been a hell of a lot quieter so ….. if you were hoping for some action…."
"I wasn't! ….." he turned back to face the bar.
He raised the cloth and glass to suggest that he knew he was out of line and with a sigh placed the glass on to shelf underneath the counter.
The young punter was staring down at his bottle again. The last thing on his mind was getting laid and if he was being honest with himself he didn't really want to be here at all. The only thing swaying his decision to join the lads for the first time in months was the thought of the alternative … spending the night in on his own doing an impression of Billy no mates and bashing one out just for the sake of it!
He looked over as a middle-aged guy ambled in and chose to sit on a stool at the other end of the bar. He might have been feeling miserable but he would never be rude so he smiled along at him and nodded once. There was no danger of this guy misreading his acknowledgement as anything other than politeness …..and after all, if he had been interested in him he would have sat a lot closer. He came to the conclusion that the newcomer was either waiting for somebody or was feeling as morose and as sorry for himself as he was!
He went back to staring down at his bottle.
God, he hated May! ….. why did everything always have to go tits up in May? ….. and why always around the same dates?
The first hint that this was going to be a shit month came on the fifth. This was the day his gran had suddenly died …..he'd been eleven at the time and still living in Cardiff. Nobody had appreciated exactly how close to her he'd been and his reaction to her death had shocked the rest of his family. He'd been devastated when it had happened and everything had sort of gone down- hill from there
He'd had nobody he could talk to before or after her death …. His parents were always tied up with their businesses, his older sister was always out with her mates and none of them had ever appreciated just how lonely he'd felt whilst growing up. His gran was the only person he had ever felt really close to …. and not just because she used to spoil him rotten …..but because she also used to show a genuine interest in how he was doing at school and she would happily listen to all of his stories about the mates that he didn't really have.
He'd felt bad for lying all of the time, but he'd gotten into the habit of creating friends to make her think that he was more popular in school than he was ….. in reality he'd been a loner.
This had been his first year in secondary school and he'd never fitted in …. He'd always felt awkward amongst the other outgoing kids in his class and every day he would pray for the bell to announce the end of the last lesson so that he could run around to his grans house where she would have his favourite cakes and a can of apple tango waiting for him! He loved the home-made cakes but his favourite thing was the pinafore pocket full of sweets that she always had ready for later.
He'd always been so eager to get there every day that he would arrive breathless from bombing around the streets. He would zigzag his way around the other pupils and ignore the lollipop lady as she shouted for him to 'slow down and mind the cars!'.
His gran, ever amused by his enthusiasm, took to standing by the door with his late grandfathers stop watch in hand and would click him over the threshold. Eventually she had decided to just let him have the watch himself so that he could check his progress as he ran … it became their little game.
So, it had been one bright afternoon on the fifth of May that he had completed his five minute dash to her house in a record four minutes and twenty five seconds and running eagerly through the back door to show her the stop watch he had found her lying motionless on the kitchen floor.
It took until eight pm that evening for his mother to finally realise that he hadn't come home. She had called her mother but the phone had not been answered. Sensing that something was amiss she had driven around to the house and had walked in to find her young son sitting as close as he could possibly get to the lifeless figure of her mother. She could tell by his tear stained face that he must have spent hours crying but when she had found him he'd simply been sitting there rocking slightly, holding tightly on to one of her cold hands and nursing an unopened can of pop between his crossed legs.
The doctors had told his mother that he'd gone in to shock and after this had made the diagnosis that he was suffering from depression. She had eventually given up trying to understand his sullen moods and instead spent the next two years or so trying to ensure that he took his medication ….. which, of course, he didn't. He'd known that he didn't need his stomach stuffed full of pills ….. he'd just not been that arsed to share this important piece of information with anybody else. It was only when his parents had decided to make the move to London that his life and attitude seemed to improve.
So this was why he hated the fifth of May.
Years later had come May the sixth and Max ….. his main reason for hating this date was because he knew every bad memory relating to it was entirely down to his own fuck up.
Max ….the gorgeous, loving, patient and caring Max had been completely and utterly in love with him … but there was only so many times that he could suffer being told 'sorry, mate, but love does not exist!' as a response to his declaration ….. and the agony of having to spend nearly every weekend witnessing his lover and supposed partner, one Mr Ianto Jones, constantly bringing home one stranger after another to make out defiantly in front of him eventually became too much too bear.
He had been a complete bastard to him and he knew it and it should have come as no surprise that eventually, on May the sixth, he got what he rightly deserved ….. a dear john.
It had been his own stupid fault ….. and he hated the fact.
May the seventh was the killer … that was the day that his parents had died and over the past few years he had tried not to dwell too much on the date or what it meant ….On this anniversary he always became bitter or violent …. or both ….. and this was his reason for not wanting to spend this particular Friday night in on his own.
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As he sat there at the bar feeling sorry for himself certain memories began to wash across the back of his mind. He slammed a door shut in his head and the memories disappeared.
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He could have gone out with the mate he shared his flat with but he didn't think he'd be much fun at his 'I'm thirty years of age and it's the end of the world' shagathon and he'd regretfully declined his invite. He would only have cramped his style anyway and as long as he came home at some stage before dawn to shag him as well everything would be ok!
His reminiscing had begun to annoy him so instead he gazed around at the nearly empty club. He couldn't remember it being so quiet and in eighteen months it had gone from heaving to hopeless! … even the punters seemed to have aged considerably!
He was just considering calling the barman over to ask him to pass a message on to his mates when an arm landed across his shoulder and made him jump.
"You bastard!" he turned to look at his best mate as he grinned inanely back at him "Don't fucking do that!"
"Come downstairs with us, Yan! …" he took the bottle of Becks from his hand and swigged from it himself "You shouldn't be sitting up here on your own … it's not good for you!"
He stood directly behind him and hugged him back into his chest "Don't think I don't know what the date is, Yan …. I know it's a shit day for you" he pressed his lips against his ear and mumbled softly "But you shouldn't be sitting here on your own …. you should be taking your mind off of things!" He hugged him tighter "Come downstairs with me and the lads….!"
Ianto sighed and let his head fall back on to his friends shoulder "I guess it's not very healthy is it!"
Snuffling into the nape of his neck he breathed in deeply to inhale his scent "Nope ….. you miserable bastard …. Now get your arse downstairs with the rest of us!"
"I will, I promise!" he sat back upright again "Just give us a little bit longer, yeah? I'll come down and find you …"
"There's nothing iffy going on Yan …." He didn't want him to think he was being pressured into anything heavy "We're only in the games area ….. Gaz is trying to whoop my arse at pool again!"
"He's still trying?" As the arms reluctantly left his waist he held his now empty bottle up to the barman who turned to the fridge to get him another one.
"Stef., just give us half an hour, ok?" he tried to look sincere "then I will ….. I promise, I'll come and find you! ...ok?" he smiled his thanks for the beer and handed over a note.
"But!" with arms folded he prepared for a verbal altercation
"Stef…. please … not today, eh?" he looked genuinely weary.
The other man nodded in defeat "Thirty minutes …..okay! ….then we'll be coming to find you!"
"Ok! ….. bossy bastard!" he took a swig from the new bottle and as his friend stared menacingly at him he re-affirmed with a laugh "Yes!….Ok! thirty minutes ….I promise!"
As he watched him disappear back down to the play area he smiled warmly … Stefan was his best mate and had been since the age of fifteen ….. they'd endured every teenage phase together ….. the 'spotty' phase ….. the 'chatting up of girls for the first time' phase …. the 'tape measuring' phase …the 'who can do it fastest and produce the most' phase and finally the 'I think I like boys more than girls' phase!
He wasn't blind …..he knew that Stefan was good looking ….. with his long dark blond hair and his mums' Scandinavian features he looked almost feminine and women especially liked to comment on his prettiness ….. but himself? ….. nah! ….. he just couldn't bear the thought of anything happening between them … they were 'bestest mates ever!' and even just the idea of something going on between them freaked him out … it just didn't feel …. right.
He looked over to the barman again and with the crook of a finger beckoned him over. He walked towards him shaking his head "I dunno! …. we don't see you for months on end and then when you do show up you're as miserable as fuck!" he stood opposite him and resting his elbows on to the bar sat his chin in his hands "What can I get you gorgeous?"
"What the fuck has happened to this place? It's fucking shit!" he blew in to the end of his bottle and as it resonated out a deep note he winked confirming that he was winding him up.
"It'll pick up a bit later!" he tried to look offended but he was no actor "It always does!"
"I could've died of boredom by then! and there's not even any music playing!" he looked over at the dj who was still attempting to get a sound out of the resident decks "This place is shit now!"
"Oh, how we've missed you Ianto!" still laughing at his comments he took his bottle from him and took a swig.
Ianto grabbed the bottle back and lifted it into the air to see exactly how much beer he had left. "Been trying to behave myself, Pete!"
The barman stood and shook his head "There should be a law against it! …. you on the wagon? …. Such a waste of such a wonderful young body!"
He ignored the comment "Are you coming tomorrow night?"
"I'll come every night if you ask me nicely!"
"Jasons' party ….. at mine!" he ignored the innuendo
"What's the occasion?" he gave up trying to hit on him.
"Hmm? ….. oh, he's er ….. thirty … poor bastard!" he tried not to seem distracted but he was racking his brains trying to remember if Pete was a just a good shag or a great shag … he knew they'd taken it to the next level at some stage in the past but couldn't remember enough of the experience to decide if it was worth pursuing again or not. He always managed to get him confused with the cute guy that had worked the bar before him … one of them was good and one of them was great … he just couldn't remember which one Pete was!
Before they could commence with an age related assassination of his flat mate the guy at the other end of the bar caught Petes eye and he moved along to get him another drink.
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Pete was right. It did seem like ages since he'd last been down here … doing what came naturally. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the thrill of going back somewhere with a complete stranger or getting a kick out of being hit on by hot guys with dirty ideas ….. but … he had his reasons for abstaining …and not feeling able to be such a naughty boy anymore was just one of those things…..one of those 'frustrating' things!
Voices floated in from the front of the building and a few seconds later a suited and booted began to walk towards them.
"Well, well! … haven't seen you for a while, Jones! …. What's all this then?…..drinking on your own?" the guy sat himself down three stools along to his left ….. "Oh, don't tell me! …. another one's dumped you, right?""
A slow intake of breath was followed by a sip from the bottle of Becks and the comment was ignored.
At the other end of the counter the barman made a call
"It's me ….. any of the lads handy? …. Well get Stefan instead for fucks sake … I know he's here! Okay … I don't care just hurry the fuck up!"
There was a pause as he waited for someone else to come to the other end. His fingers danced nervously along the shelf at the back of the bar until he heard the familiar voice at the other end
"Stef it's me … that wanker Jenkins has just turned up …. Yeah, I know he don't … no, he's still sitting here quietly at the moment …. is that a good or a bad sign?"
He looked up as the newcomer began to speak again
"Do you wanna buy me a drink, Jones? …. Or maybe you still like them a bit, sorry, a lot younger!"
Jones slowly brought his bottle to his lips to take a drink but before doing so gave him his reply
"Why don't you do us all a favour and fuck off back to Wales!"
The barman turned his back to them to continue his conversation in private
"Get the fuck up here now! … I won't be able to stop him on my own!"
He put the receiver down and walked over to them
"Ignore him, Yan, he's leaving!"
He turned to look at Jenkins
"I think you'd better find somewhere else to spend your evening, mate!"
Jenkins sneered and flicked his head in the other mans' direction
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on staying in this shithole if that arrogant twat is gonna be here!"
Still not looking up from his bottle Ianto let a soft breath of amusement escape through his nose and told him
"Ok …. so you think I'm an arrogant twat! … but you'd still fuck me!"
Open mouthed the other man swivelled to face him
"You've got to be joking, mate! You've had so much cock up your arse it's festering! I wouldn't go near it if you paid me!" He let his elbow slide further on to the bar top to try and get a glimpse up at his face "Oh ….. no ….. wait! ….. I'm forgetting! … it's you that does the charging … isn't it!"
"Ok, that's enough!" the barman stared angrily at him and folded his arms "Fuck off, Jenkins … I don't wanna see you back in here again!"
He reached out a hand to grasp reassuringly on to Iantos shoulder "He's leaving, Yan, just ignore him!"
He looked up from the bottle of Becks to stare straight back at Pete. He tried to ignore the little voice inside his head telling him that today was May the seventh ….that he could do with kicking the shit out of somebody today and who better than this wanker to the left of him?
"That's it …. you're doing great!" Pete was panicking … "that's it …. just focus on me!" He stared in to his eyes and tried to keep his attention
An eyebrow twitched very slightly then a tic appeared at the corner of one eye.
"Dooon't! ….. Come on, you're better than him! … he's not fucking worth it Yan … we all know he's a wanker! …and he's leaving now! ….look! …. he's going!" He chanced a nervous glance over to the door that lead down to the recreations room. "Shit! … where the fuck are they?"
Ianto drew in a sudden deep breath and swivelled around on his stool and before Pete could make a grab for him he stood and began to follow Jenkins from the bar.
"Bollocks! … Ianto! ….get back here!" He flew to the end of the bar and ducked under the counter flap crying out "No no noooo!"
He made to follow him but heard the door in the corner open. Three young guys emerged struggling and giggling as they all tried to tumble through the doorway at the same time.
"What the fuck took you so long?" He pointed at the back of the white shirt as it disappeared through the first set of swing doors "He's lost it ….. don't let him catch up with him!"
They ran through the doors and made a grab for him as he stormed towards the second set.
His best mate encircled him from behind while the other two held on to an arm each.
"Ianto! … leave it!" Stefan tried to drag him backwards while the other two moved around to stand in front of him.
He angrily pushed through them and strained to pull his best friend along with him
"FUCKING WANKER ! … COME NEAR ME AGAIN AND I'LL RIP YOU A FUCKING NEW ONE!"
"Nothing quite as hot as an angry Welshman, is there!" Stefan began to walk backwards attempting to drag him with him.
It took all three of them to turn and push him in the right direction. His Welsh cursing could be heard back in the bar and the Pete opened another bottle of Becks in readiness.
"Ianto!" He attempted to distract him "Come on! I've got you another beer!"
Stefan looked around the side of him "Actually, Pete, we're going back to mine now ….. why don't you come over when you've finished?"
Drinking from the bottle himself he watched as the best mate hugged himself tighter against his back and began to sniff the back of the white shirt.
"House to yourself then, Stef?"
"Mmmmm" he sniffed again "Mum's away for the weekend!" he inhaled deeply one more time before squashing his face even closer and rubbing his nose in circles "Ianto! … you smell amazing! …what is it?"
"Sweat!….. d'you wanna lick my armpits while you're at it?" obviously he was back to normal … for now.
"Don't be so disgusting!" he pretended to retch "Oh, and before I forget ….. tell the nice man you're sorry!"
His arms opened in an apology to the barman "What can I say, Pete? … I'm an idiot!" he stepped forward to lean across the bar "Just make sure you turn up at Stefs later …. and I'll prove just how sorry I am!"
"Get him out of here!" a cloth was aimed in his direction "before I lose the will to resist!"
"Do we have to leave right now?" The young man that had been dragging Ianto by the left arm sat down on to a stool and began to smooth out the creases that they'd created in his shirt "Haven't we got time for one more drink, Stef?"
Stefan checked his watch "Yeah, go on then … but just one!"
"What's happening at yours that's so important anyway?" Ianto was smiling as the young man next to him continued to play with his shirt. He brushed his fingers through his hair in appreciation.
"Never mind what's happening at his! …. just what do you think you're doing to my boyfriend, Mr Jones?" The final friend in their group raised a jokey brow.
"He started it!" Ianto tried to look innocent but failed.
"Ok!" Pete braced himself on the bar top "Beers all round is it?"
They either nodded or 'hmm'd' and sat in a row next to each other.
"Are you joining in with our suggestion box campaign?" He placed a bottle in front of Stefan and Ianto then turned to get one each for the other two "The boss is bored with the name of the place …. wants some ideas for a new one!"
"Cheers …. can I get some nuts as well, please Pete?" The smaller of the other two men smiled and growing tired of stroking his hands over the shirt took a sip from his bottle instead.
Ianto turned to look at him incredulously "I'd be more than happy with the ones I've got if I were you!"
"So…?" the bag of dry roasted were dropped on to the counter next to the bottle "All want a suggestion slip … do we?"
"Yeah … go on then ….. but I wouldn't expect anything too sensible from this lot!" Ianto held his hand out as a strip of paper was handed to him . It had a line for your suggestion and a line below for your name.
"Winner gets a prize!" he handed a slip to the other three and stepped back to watch them.
"What d'you reckon the prize is Gaz?" Stefan leaned around the back of Ianto to grin at the small man next to him
He didn''t think twice "A night with Yan!"
"Aw! … bless you!" Ianto leaned sideways and pecked his cheek.
"Oi! … will you two pack it in!" an arm was snaked behind them, first slapping on to the back of the white shirt and then, as he was in closer reach, Gaz got a smack up the head.
"Larry … they're doing it on purpose! … don't let them wind you up!" Stefan leaned over the counter to shake his head along at him.
He carried on scowling and took a pen as it was offered to him.
They all sat in silence for a minute, chewing on the ends of their pens and trying to think of something witty.
"What about …. Sunk To The Nuts Nightclub?" Larry looked quite pleased with himself.
"Or what about …." Stefan was leaning on the bar grinning back at him "The Balls Deep Ballroom!"
"Or in Gazs' case ….." Ianto winked at Pete ….. "Nowhere near enough ballroom!"
They all laughed but so far nothing had been written down
"This is harder than you think!" not realising the opening he was giving Ianto for one of his come backs Stefan chewed on the end of his pen and continued to wrack his brains
The other three men looked at Ianto
"What?" he grinned and feigned ignorance.
"No innuendo?" Larry swigged his beer and raised his brows.
"I'm thinking! ….. don't make me multi-task!" he tapped his pen against the top of the bar "There's got to be something that's an improvement on 'Stars' !"
"Stars! …Bit of a stupid name if you ask me?" Stefan gave up and put his pen down.
"You're right!" Larry also dropped his pen down on to the bar in defeat "I mean … who have you ever seen in here that could even vaguely be classed as a star?"
"Ianto!" Gaz leaned over and began to write on to his slip of paper. A hand smacked against the back of his head and his nose hit the bar. With a loud "Ow!" he continued to scribble.
"What have you thought of?" Stefan walked around to lean over his shoulder
"This is in honour of Ianto … the legend!"
Ianto rolled his eyes.
"What? …..is that the name? ….. Legend?" Stefan didn't look impressed.
"Prat! 'course it's not!" the piece of paper was folded and forced through the slit in the top of the box.
"Well, come on then ….. tell us?" Larry reached across to pick up the pack of dry roasted and threw a handful in to his mouth.
"The Cherry Picker!"
As the other four men laughed at him Ianto shook his head and decided he'd heard enough "OK! … piss time!"
"Past coming back to haunt you, Yan?" Pete collected two of the bottles that were already empty and winked at the Welshman.
He turned to descend the three steps down from the bar then crossed the dance floor to get to the gents in the far corner. As he walked past the front of the stage three loud notes of music blared from the speakers and he jumped visibly. The noise disappeared as quickly as it had arrived and he turned to glare up at the dj.
"Oi!"
The young lad apologised down to him "Sorry!" he looked bewildered and totally out of his depth "I'm not used to this sort of set up!"
"So what's the problem? … other than the fact that you haven't played one single track since I've been in here!" he stepped up closer and peered at the back of the decks.
"I think I might have something plugged in wrong somewhere!" he twisted at a connection, the music blared again then stopped.
As Ianto flinched and glared the young lad winced and raised a hand in yet another apology.
"Don't touch anything else!" he walked over to the steps at the far end of the stage and joined him behind the decks. "Right ….. what the fuck have you been doing up here for the last hour?"
He crouched down to inspect the spaghetti junction of leads and began to trace each one from a to b.
"Are you Welsh?"
Being asked this question anywhere else in the world he would have replied with a polite affirmative … here …..it was different.
"What of it?" he stood to stretch an arm across the turntables so that he could fiddle with a connection at the back of the system. While he did this he waited for the inevitable next question ….
"Is your name Yan?" and there it was!
"Ianto ….." he corrected him preferring the more formal address from strangers.
"Oh ….. yeah … but it is Jones … right?" he stepped back as Ianto moved over slightly to reach across and wiggle another connection further along.
"Yep!" he strained as he leaned across to reach a bit further.
The young lad peered around the side of his body to see what he was doing then moved back as he stood to tell him "and before you ask … the answer's no!"
"But!"
"What's your name?" he studied the young lad. He looked as though he should still be in shorts running around in a playground …. cute face, yes but definitely not ready for anything else.
"Billy…"
hah! ….. billy the kid …. how appropriate!
He tried not to laugh "How old are you, Billy?"
"Eighteen ….." he looked up through his mop of blond hair and looked hopeful.
"How old are you, Billy?" he tried again
"Seventeen …." He looked down at his feet then looked up to see Ianto still staring at him "Sixteen ….." his shoulders sagged in defeat.
"Should you even be in somewhere like this?" he looked him up and down.
"Yeah!" he looked offended then relented "Well …. I can work …. but I can't drink or anything ….. obviously…"
Shaking his head slowly Ianto let a disbelieving breath out through his nose "What is it with you youngsters nowadays?" … god he sounded old!
He studied him a bit more … he looked like a very young Beckham ….. same floppy blond fringe …cute …. and give him a couple of years he'd probably have a body to match as well! but that still didn't change the fact that he was nowhere near ready enough for what he was hoping to get from him.
"Have you even kissed a guy, Billy?"
The young lad shook his head and looked sheepishly back down to his feet again.
"Go practice with your mates and come and see me in a few years!" he turned away from him and lining up a needle lowered it on to a piece of spinning vinyl.
As music began to thump out from the speakers he gave a smug grin and bowed as the lads at the bar cheered and applauded.
"Oh, thanks!" Billy looked thoroughly relieved.
Ianto lifted the needle for a second so that they could speak and was bombarded with cat calls from the bar.
"It should be ok now … just don't touch any fucking wires!"
"Ok ….." he reached out a hand to thank him properly. As the large hand enveloped his skinny bones he gazed up to beg "Could I practise with you? ….. just the once like …. just to see what it's like!"
"What? ….. you wanna kiss from me?" he straightened his posture and raised his brows trying to look imposing.
"Er ….. yeah …. would that be ok? ….I mean, you don't have to be eighteen to kiss ….. do you?"
"Nope! ….. but I doubt that lot over there will let me take the moral high ground ever again if they spot me kissing a sixteen year old!"
Not hearing the actual word 'no' in any part of the sentence Billy took it upon himself to quickly step over, lean up and press his lips against the older mans.
Iantos eyes were wide open and he smiled against the tight lips as they remained unmoving on his own. "Billy…" he gripped him by the waist and pushed him back.
The youngster looked heartbroken "I'm rubbish, aren't I!"
"No! ….." he hadn't meant to undermine his confidence "Nobody's rubbish the first time! …. You're only rubbish if you do it for years and are still crap at it! …..You're still new to it ….you just need to practice that's all!" he tried to smile reassuringly.
"Show me what to do! … please …. I need all the help I can get!"
Ianto gazed from him, across to the bar and then back to him again. There was a deep Welsh sigh then Billy found himself being dragged backwards to the edge of the stage so that they were hidden behind a curtain.
"Right! …. Just close your eyes and feel what I do ….. ok?"
Billy nodded obediently.
"Part your lips ….. just a little bit …. like this ….." he gave him a demonstration ….. "Ok? ….. ready?"
He nodded again
"Right …. close your eyes….."
He closed his eyes and Ianto tilted his head back and to the side a little.
After a brief moment of wondering what the fuck he was doing agreeing to this he leaned down and gently moved his mouth over Billys. A few seconds later the lips beneath his began to respond so he cupped his face with one hand to hold him steady and used more pressure, crushing their lips together. A soft whimper sounded in the back of his throat and he pushed back on to him with his response. Ianto increased the wager again and with more exaggerated lip movements let the tip of his tongue come in to play. As it slipped past the inexperienced lips to collide with its uncertain counterpart he stroked the tips together and Billy copied the action. Up until now Ianto had had his eyes open to gauge the youngsters reaction but as the experience changed gradually from experimental to enjoyable he closed them and deepened the kiss further. He pulled him in close in to his body and before he knew what was happening Billy was pashing him back with an excited hunger.
In the distance he heard the sound of running then a second later there came a chorus of wolf whistles and expletive filled comments…. Damn! …. He'd been rumbled!
He pulled out of the kiss and Billy stood there, eyes still closed, lips still parted.
"Back to normal, eh Yan?" Gaz was leering as he leaned on to the front of the stage.
He raised his middle finger and turned back to look at Billy who had just decided to open his eyes.
"So? ….. Do you feel ready to face the kissing world now?"
"Is it always this good?" he was a bit starry eyed.
"I don't know, Billy!" he revelled in the compliment for a second but no longer "You'll have to practise with somebody else to find out!"
He left him standing there wanting more …. Never a bad thing!
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Leaving the stage and ignoring the crude remarks on his way past he eventually managed to make it to the gents. He couldn't resist one quick check of the graffiti before peeing and stepping in to one of the cubicles he studied the wall in front of him ….
Marlon was here …. with Ianto Jones !
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If anyone knows Ianto Jones number please write it here
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Ianto Jones gives good head! ….. He liked that one!
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The cherry picker rules ok! …. This one not so much!
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He shook his head and turned to the wall to the right of him
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Ianto fucked me here ! …. well that was a lie ….he'd never fucked anyone in this cubicle …. He'd always used the one up the far end!
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Remembering this fact he walked along to check it out.
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Where the fuck has Ianto gone? anyone seen him lately? …. Aw! They missed him!
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Kenny loves Ianto 4 eva!
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Ianto! If you are reading this please call me I miss you!….. the number had been crossed out.
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Ianto Jones is a fucking wanker that cannot suck cock or get a hard on ! …. what was it someone famously said? ….. you can't please all of the people? !
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If any one sees I J please get him to call Alex ….. I miss him! ….. …..Alex? ….oh, yes! …. Alex! …. Mmm! Alex! …. have I still got his number? ….. probably not!
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Ianto … I want to lick you out ! luv Sanjay xx this got a big thumbs up!
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Ianto Jones is a sex god! … he'd always liked that one ….Stefan accused him of writing it himself!
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Ianto Jones jumped my bones! Big yes for the Welsh fella! …Cheers! He liked that one as well!
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Ianto stop reading this shit and buy me a beer! The Stef meister!
He laughed and remembered that he'd actually come in here for a piss and not to read his reviews!
He walked across to one of the urinals and unzipped his fly. Looking straight ahead as he peed he smirked at marker penned notice
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We apologise for the increasing sound levels in the building …Ianto Jones is in the far cubicle and he is one noisy fucking bastard!
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He zipped up and moved across to the sink to rinse his hands. Reaching out to pull on the door handle to leave he read yet another little observation scratched in to the wood
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Ianto luvs em young and full of cum!
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Underneath somebody had etched
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Does he like sheep as well lol …. and he wondered why he had a reputation!
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He made his way back over to the bar and pleased that there were finally some decent sounds coming out of the speakers he looked over at Billy who gave him a shy wave. He nodded once then turned to face the accusing stares that awaited him.
"Can you get slung in jail for that?" Stefan narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips in to a thin chiding line.
"What? …. taking a piss? … I don't think so, no!"
"People will start talking again!" he seemed genuinely worried.
Larry looked up from the pack of peanuts "Did they ever stop?"
Even Ianto himself laughed at that one ….. he suspected he had a point … but equally ….. and more importantly …. so did his best mate.
"How old is he?" Stefan was in dog with bone mode.
"It was just a kiss for fucks sake!" he cursed himself for not being stronger with the kid.
"Well, you looked like you were enjoying it!" riiiight!, now he got it! ….. this was all to do with jealousy and nothing to do with him being arrested for youth molestation!
"I have done nothing to be ashamed oooph!" he stumbled sideways as Gaz lunged at him and wrapped his arms around his waist
"Don't have a go at him! ….. He's a hero! …. This man is a legend!"
"Ok…now we're definitely leaving!" he gave a slightly smug grin but toppled back in the other direction as Larry tried to drag Gaz away.
Pushing and shoving they all began to make their way to the exit.
"Pete ….. it's dead quiet in here tonight" Stefan turned back as they walked away "See if you can get off early …I promise you ….. you won't regret it!"
Ianto turned back to the bar and licked his lips. The barman laughed and waved him away.
With his back pushing against the swing doors he sent him a grin "Come on Pete! ….. you know you want me!"
The bartender shook his head in dismay "Ianto ….. everybody
wants you! …. Now fuck off and I'll see you later!"
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"So what's Jason up to tonight, Yan?" Stefan was wobbling his way along the kerb, his outstretched arms making no difference to his balance whatsoever "I take it he's not sitting at home waiting like the good little housewife?"
"If you EVER call him my wife again …." an arm was draped across his shoulders as the threat was continued "I will tie you naked to a lamp post in New Road and let the locals beat you with a big stick!"
"You can beat me with your big stick if you like!" Larry had apparently forgiven him for flirting with his boyfriend.
"Yeah, you'd love that wouldn't you!" Stefan clamped an arm around Iantos waist to stop himself from overbalancing into a puddle in the road.
Ianto lowered his head to whisper "Larry loves a lot of things!"
They both laughed as Larry walking backwards strained to hear what the joke was.
"So where is Jason, then?" Gaz charged at his boyfriend and grinned as he tripped backwards, squealed like a girl and flapped his arms about in an effort to remain upright.
"He's drowning his sorrows! The poor old git's thirty tomorrow! ….. we're having a party at mine by the way if you're interested!"
"Thirty? You mean you've shacked up with an older man?" Stefan poked him playfully in the ribs and jumped sideways in to the road as he tried to jab him back.
"He makes you three look like pussy cats" he told them "he is so fucking hot ….."
"He certainly has one hell of a body on him!" Larry licked his lips.
"Well if you can find him tonight you might just get lucky 'cause he's on a mission!"
"Why aren't you with him?" Gaz put a hand flat onto his chest and stopping him mid stride wrapped both arms around his neck "'cause if I was out to get laid I sure as fuck wouldn't leave you out of the equation!"
This little compliment earned him a peck him on the lips.
"That's very sweet of you but I'd only cramp his style! Besides we just share my apartment it's not like we're loved up or anything!"
As they carried on with their journey Stefan glanced over at him with narrowing eyes
"and how long exactly have you not been loved up for now?"
"About eighteen months." He told him
"and you feel absolutely nothing for him?"
"We … fuck!"
"He's insanely attractive!" Larry sounded jealous
"and a body to die for!" so did Gaz
"We …... fuck" he repeated the statement with a shrug
Stefan, looking unconvinced, sighed up to the stars "Well, I fucking love the guy and I don't even live with him!"
"There is no such thing as love!" he stepped up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist kissed the back of his head.
"Why are we going back to yours, Stef?" Gaz slid an arm around Larrys' waist who in turn let an arm drape across his shoulders and they leaned in together as they ambled along.
"Those foreign students I told you about yesterday? They're coming over ….. there's this one French guy ….." he shook his head and let out a breath "I am so gonna have him tonight!"
"Did we have any shit left?" Larry tried to crane his neck around to look back at him.
"I'm sure one of them said he would bring some gear with him." he flinched slightly as Ianto tightened his arms around his waist and began to nuzzle his neck.
"Good God! Don't tell me you've decided that you fancy me after all these years of turning me down?" he turned to face him.
"Nah! …. Sorry!" he smiled apologetically "I was just thinking about you fucking your little French friend!"
"Well I'm sure there'll be somebody else there that could take your mind off of Jason!" he playfully pinched his cheek.
"My mind is not on Jason!" he was growling as he walked on ahead.
"You keep telling yourself that, Yan!" he watched as he disappeared around a corner "One day you might actually believe it!"
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tbc