Making Things Right
It was 2am on a cold Cardiff night and Jack and Ianto had been out on a Weevil hunt. They were sleep in Jack's bed, down in his bunker, when the younger man awoke crying out. The older man sighed, as he held the young Welshman in his arms, whispering softly to him as Ianto cried. The immortal felt helpless. Unable to keep the bad dreams his lover was having at bay, and that made him angry. He'd move the very Earth for this man, if he could.
It was the fourth night in a row, that his lover had had a nightmare. Jack thought that Ianto had gotten over them, but he obviously hadn't, so he held him close, trying to comfort him, as his body shook from the aftermath of his nightmare.
"Shh, it's okay. You're safe. I'm here, Ianto. Shh." Jack rubbed circles on the younger man's back. He kissed the top of his head and stroked away damp hair from his forehead. "Shh. It's okay now."
What Jack wouldn't give for Canary Wharf never to have been destroyed. For Ianto never to have seen what the Cybermen had done to his work colleagues...to Lisa Hallet. What he wouldn't give for what happened in the Breacon's to never have been. For them never to have witnessed what one human could do to another. What he wouldn't give for a perfect world for Jones. Ianto Jones.
What he wouldn't give.
But then, he would never have met the beautiful Welshman now in his arms. Ianto would have had no reason to seek out the leader of Torchwood Three. No reason to ask for a job. No reason to flirt with him. To sleep with him, and Jack would now be without his beautiful Jones. Ianto Jones. That would be unthinkable.
But still...to rid him of his nightmares, that's what Jack really wanted to do.
"Sorry," whispered the Welshman, running a hand across his eyes, wiping tears away.
Jack shrugged. "It's okay. I was awake."
Ianto moved closer to his lover. "Liar."
Jack kissed the top of his head again. "Well, almost." He pulled the sheet around them. "Same dream?"
Ianto nodded.
"I wish I knew how to stop it,"Jack whispered against damp hair.
Ianto signed. "Owen said they would go...in time."
Jack pulled him closer. "Doesn't help now though, does it?"
"I'll be okay."
Jack sighed. "The others won't be in until after 9. We can have a lie-in."
"Mmm, sounds good to me."
"Try and get back to sleep."
"'kay."
Ianto closed his eyes and Jack kissed his forehead.
The Welshman was asleep in no time at all, as Jack stared up at the hole leading into his office.
It would be so easy to just get up now and leave Ianto sleeping. Give him the whole of the small bed, instead of sharing it. But even on the odd occasion they stayed at the younger man's flat, they never used the whole of the double bed. They were locked in each others arms all night.
Jack had plenty of paper work he could be getting on with, but he preferred to stay close to his lover. Close, so he could chase away the demons that plagued the young man's dreams, leaving him exhausted and pale. Demons that made his nights a living hell...a reminder of what happened.
Ianto rolled over onto his side and Jack pulled him back against his chest, feeling his lover's heart beating in time with his own. Strong arms held Ianto, as they spooned. Strong hands caressed his arm. He sighed contentedly.
Both men slept until after 7.30am. Ianto was the first into the shower and as the hot water stung his skin, Jack snaked his arms around his lover's waist.
"Morning."
Ianto leaned back. "Morning."
Jack kissed the back of his neck. "How are you feeling?"
"Yep. Fine."
"Good."
The kiss intensified.
"You wanna make love?"
Ianto grinned.
"Is the pope catholic?"
Ianto turned in his arms, capturing Jack's mouth with his own. His tongue glided along the older man's lips, as Jack opened his mouth.
"Mmm..." Jack purred.
"You like that, hmm?" asked Ianto, biting Jack's bottom lip.
"Gods, yes! Don't stop ever stop."
Ianto smiled, deepening the kiss. "Whatever you want," he whispered. Jack was the first man that the young Welshman had slept with, but he was a quick learner, and the immortal had tought him well.
TBC