Jack fell to his knees and gently closed his eyes, memories filled his mind. Sitting back on his knees and sighed gently.
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Ianto ran his hands around his body, the soft touch making his skin crawl with passion. Ianto's soft moist tongue against his chilled scented neck, hands gliding along his back, gripping onto his shirt tightly. His tongue travelling down the unbuttoned shirt, the soft centred wetness along the erected nipple, nibbling and biting; moans sliding from his lover's mouth. Jack hands running through Ianto's hair, breathing painterly, heart racing, love, and passion shooting from the black pool of lust.
The rough nights or passionate nights, feeling the sensation inside him, the warm hard thick erection inside; running an orgasm through his body like a wave. Moaning spilling, his name being called, and the sound of the thick Welch vocals calling after him, gripping his waist, slapping his arse till it reached a cherry red, closing his eyes, feeling the orgasm inside him, running down his leg, his sweaty pantering lover on his back, feeling his heart race, his breaths deep.
Holding his lover in his arms, the damp hair on his chest, the hand pressed where his heart lay pumping; forever. Jacks hand gliding back and forth on the sticky back, reaching the back of his hair, stroking the strands. Watching and feeling the chest rise and fall as he slept. Wondering what he was dreaming about, thought of possibilities, but never asked.
Never a bleep in time, never lost in the man's mind, always thought off, treasured in the man's brain, more than pictures he kept, videos running though, like a broken recorded. Although he knew he had to move on; which gradually did, every man he slept with, was always Ianto, the smell the looks, the sound; the only man he opened up too, the only person he was in love with.
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Jack opened his eyes taking a deep breath, placing a rose onto the grave, pulling away at the weed from the stone "a thousand years and sex months now Ianto" he whispered, tears still spilling from his eyes when thinking about it.
Rubbing at his cheeks, making his eyes blood shot red, he placed his hands over Ianto's grave taking a deep breath "Please forgive me" he paused, letting the tears slid from his cheeks I haven't been seeing you, and I know, I'm wrong and hating myself for that... but they are going to build houses over you... I want to save you Ianto, I need you, want you, love you" trailing slowly off, yellow glow around the grave stone, crying silently; thinking of Ianto.
Giving himself a chance to think and breathe, Jack slowly got up and walked slowly away, to the broken gate, making a soft crackle sound when leaving it.
The wind had picked up, the ground rumbling, stones hitting against each other. A loud scratching sound, before a hand, rose from the ground. Crunching before re-opening slowly climbed out the most loved man in Torchwood. Ianto Jones.