M for sexual content. Usually I'm not very big on writing sex scenes, but I wanted to play with imagery and this is what came to mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or its lovely characters. That's all BBC (:
A/N: This is post Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, though I'm not entirely sure how far after. A little angsty, I've never been very good at fluff haha. Enjoy (:
Ianto stood alone, staring blankly into ivory. Scalding water flowed onto his back, turning his bare skin pink in the heat. It dripped from his bangs to his nose before creeping down his face and beading at the corners of his mouth.
Ianto's breath hitched as his back hit the cold glass door, Jack pressed flush against him. Long fingers carded through his damp hair as the older man probed his mouth with his tongue.
The shower was only stocked for one now, since Jack had left. But it still held memories that flowed over his body, swirling down the drain only to be renewed the next time he turned the nozzle. They would take hold of him every day, stealing him away from reality, leaving him breathless and empty. Some days he found himself reluctant to even use his own shower.
His breaths came in pants as Jack's nimble fingers moved over his body to all of his secret places. Jack's teeth and tongue nibbled and marked Ianto's neck, drawing moans and growls from deep within his throat.
The heat of the water was becoming intolerable, changing the pink hue of his skin to an almost lobster red. Maybe, he thought, he could burn the memories away. The man, who despite his cracks and crumbled edges saw something in him, who pieced him together then broke him apart, could run down the drain.
The muscles in Jack's back flexed and relaxed under Ianto's fingers, as his body pushed into Ianto's. The water made their chests slick and slide against one another. The Teaboy could feel his Captain's breath against his shoulder, heavy and gasping.
There was a knock at the door. When Ianto didn't respond, the knob turned and it opened quietly.
"You started the shower without me."
Ianto turned to the sound of Jack's voice. The man stood looking back at him through the misty glass, unbuttoning and slipping out of his shirt.
"You left me."
Next went the trousers.
"I know."
The glass door opened, and the older man stepped in.
"For him."
"I know, but I came back."
Strong arms surrounded Ianto, pulling him to his lover's chest. He inhaled Jack's heady scent, relaxing into the Captain's familiar embrace. His Captain.
Jack kissed the Welshman's forehead.
"I'm back."
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