Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood and Doctor Who, no copyright infringement intended. If you still want to sue bring Ianto back to Jack first.
Warnings: So fix it that it's actually more an Alternative Timeline, still everything gravitates around canon events. Set right before Reset, so spoilers for everything happened in the series after that (MD not included). Not beta-read and English's not my native language. Constructive criticism is appreciated, therefore you have now a longer version of this chapter. Moreover, I checked once again the posted chapters, now they should be easier to read.
When everything ends
Owen and Toshiko entered the hub fighting loudly between each other.
They had found basically nothing at the forensics and, worse than that, they didn't even manage to bring back the corpse they had been allowed to inspect for further analysis. One of them, now, had to tell their partial failure to their captain, but none felt particularly willing to have their head chewed by their moody boss.
Owen kept pointing out to his teammate that he had already done his part of the mission examining the body at the forensics, and that it had been for Toshiko's lack of charm with the policemen that they'd ended up with nothing to bring back.
The young technician, on the other hand, kept reminding him that without her intervention the Police would have thrown them out in the blink of an eye, Torchwood or not Torchwood, besides, if Owen had been nicer to his fellow medics, eventually someone would have let them take the corpse.
The debate had been going on for quite some time, but still no one wanted to sacrifice himself for the other. Now that they were inside the hub though, they needed to decide who was going to tell Jack and, before Owen could voice his opinion once again, Toshiko concluded their argument sprinting towards her station as soon as she could with the data they had collected in her hands, ready to write the report and start the analysis.
In front of someone else's doing the due report, Owen capitulated, even though he allowed himself to roll his eyes at her speed in becoming spare. Honestly, he had to admit to prefer torture by Jack screaming at him than torture by writing one of those bloody reports.
This obviously didn't mean he would submit willing to said torture without being certain that his captain was in a good mood and, whether he liked it or not, at the moment there was only one person who could magically make Jack happy.
He scanned the area quickly, searching for his favourite victim after Gwen, who was currently on one of her two-days holiday with Rhys the boyfriend. It didn't take much to Owen to finally get a glimpse of Ianto, who was sitting cramped on his chair at his station in a dark corner of the room.
Despite finding strange his teammate's lack of composure, he felt more than ready to crack a dry joke at his expenses, already savouring the moment in which he would make him do some dirty work for him.
"Oi, tea boy!" Owen called, smirking evilly "Could you go and sweeten up our boss a bit? Use your mouth for a good cause, will you? I don't want my ass eaten off again."
"Owen!" Toshiko reprimanded him, disgusted by his bluntness, as she turned around herself to locate her friend and check the damage of Owen's words.
"What?" Owen protested. "Everyone knows he's sleeping with the boss, why can't I get something useful out of it too?"
Toshiko scoffed and, as soon as she noticed where Ianto was, she left the report and went straight to him to offer comfort and solidarity. She put a kind hand on his shoulder, but what met her eyes left her frozen in shock: his red eyes and his distraught expression were something she was quite familiar with since Lisa's ordeal, but something completely unexpected was what the Welshman was cradling in his arms.
If there was something that she'd never thought to see inside Torchwood and, more than that, in Ianto's arms, it was a baby.
"Oh, my God" She said, surprised by the scene in front of her. "Where does it come from!? Wha-What happened?"
"You've better leave Jack alone" Ianto told them plainly, ignoring her questions altogether. His eyes never left the child resting in his arms, not even for a moment. "He's not up to chatting right now"
The lack of a proper answer didn't go unnoticed to Toshiko, who unsuccessfully tried in her mind to put together the bits of information she held. Still, there wasn't much to work with. Moreover, Jack was world-wide known to chat about everything everywhere, even during the most inappropriate situations, and it was only in very few situations she had noticed him completely losing the will to talk.
Jack could tell stories of his past as much as make up something absolutely impossible to believe or crack a very long joke when he didn't think it was time to tell the truth; he could take one of the team away from the others and confess his thoughts only to that person when the situation made necessary an explanation to some of them. It was however barely heard of a time in which Jack would lose the will to talk altogether.
If Ianto himself had deemed the situation improper to get Jack to chat, it really meant that their captain wasn't in a good mood.
Moreover, the one that was getting the worst of Jack's moods, lately, had actually been the Welshman, who not only was offering himself as a confident for his supposedly secret lover, but also, more frequently than not, tried to make Jack reason whenever his getting pissed over something trivial threatened to cloud his mind.
As the two of them had gotten closer to one another, she had seen Ianto slowly getting more confident about his place in the hub and happier for the progress they were making and for the silly hope he allowed himself to have about them becoming something more than just shags. As those good things grew in number, though, she had also noticed how their discussions turned out to be every time more frequent and hurtful for both of them.
There was a subtle layer of frustration in their relationship that she couldn't quite grasp, like if their insecurities sometimes made one of them try to bring their liaison forward or backwards as their mood swung, causing the other to stand his ground even more to not lose their present.
She had more than once worried about that wavering association of theirs, sometimes asking herself if they wouldn't be better off living their relationship in the open to finally see how they worked out together as a real couple. After all, everyone on the team knew about their relationship, they all were just pretending not to know or not to take it seriously.
She could see that Ianto was a mess, and the only thing she could hope for was that they hadn't decided to put an end to their messy relationship: his cheeks were blotchy, his eyes puffy and red, and, no matter how much she could say that his position was only due to the child hindering his movements, the general aura of tiredness and self-deprecation only confirmed that the reasons were elsewhere.
"Ianto, you… You two didn't break up, did you?"
Toshiko's question, however, only managed to earn a snarl form the usually nice and proper Ianto Jones.
"You must be together to break up" He quipped, his fake composure already giving in. "His Doctor is around though, even if I don't know where they both are at the moment."
In the meantime, Owen had joined too, even though he had deemed safer to keep himself at some distance from the couple of friends, knowing that, no matter how much he teased Ianto, he certainly never wished to see him sad and broken.
He had immediately dismissed the doubt he'd had about Ianto's melancholy being caused by the whatever he was holding, since it was clear to him that everything had to be Jack's fault. As it usually was. Therefore, it was only logical for him that Ianto needed to see the dumbness of his reaction too and react to it: he was a man after all! And a Torchwood bloody good agent too. Owen couldn't believe that his mate would let himself whine in a corner pining for a man that obviously would never leave his bed willingly.
The only thing left for the medic to do, then, was trying to wake him up, because he knew that Toshiko's soft concern wasn't what Ianto needed at the moment: nothing better than a good fight would make him let the steam out.
"You don't know something about the hub?" Owen interjected, faking surprise as he approached the other man a little more "Quite unusual, tea boy"
Toshiko turned towards Owen and glared at him once: no matter how much she understood his real intentions, she didn't share his same opinion on how to help Ianto.
To prove her right, Ianto simply answered at his provocation taking a deep breath and slouching a bit more on his seat, showing no real strength to glare at him like Toshiko did, or to react in any other more physical way.
"I had to go away for some time" Ianto explained instead. "We had nothing for babies here. Not even a drop of milk. She was bound to get hungry or to need a change sooner or later." A small smile formed on his lips as he regarded the baby currently stretching in his arms. "You had everything you needed when you needed it though, yeah little girl?"
The small child's movements draw Toshiko's attention back on her and she got even closer to Ianto to get a better view of the baby.
"It's a girl?" She chimed happily, dropping unceremoniously her weight on Ianto's shoulders to poke her cheek in awe. "How cute…"
Owen, who had finally gotten near Ianto enough to have an approximate look at the baby resting in his arms, grunted annoyed at the melodramatic cooing and did his best to don't feel emotionally involved in the heart and flowers scenery.
"Yeah, Tosh, the rascal is a sweet-drop" Owen noted annoyed. "But don't you think it's time to ask Ianto why he is playing mother hen? Where does the tot come from?"
Ianto inhaled deeply to maintain his proverbial calm, but he had to admit that it was kind of difficult to sustain Owen when he was behaving like a toddler himself.
His child or not, he had felt an immediate connection to his daughter, a connection that had only grown in the few hours he had been left alone to care for her. After those small family moment he believed he would never experience, Owen's rants were really giving him a headache. Maybe he should really give the grumpy medic what he wanted, to feel free to plan some wild revenge at his expenses afterwards.
He knew that Owen was doing that because he truthfully believed to help, but if he kept going on like that, Ianto wouldn't stop himself from make use of the most sadistic side of his personality.
"She's apparently mine and Jack's." Ianto explained, keeping his voice firm by sheer will. "From two thousand years in the future. How will I get there to make Jack conceive at the moment is anyone's guess and the reason why he's furious."
Owen just snorted and shifted his weight on his other foot in challenge. "You have his Doctor here, you said. Ask him!"
"That's the problem, he doesn't know" Ianto snapped, eventually losing his patience. "The universe could implode or rewrite itself… and for the moment time travelling it's not even safe since the supposedly fixed points in our future are re-settling themselves."
"Wait, what has this to do with the little girl?" Owen asked, sparing Ianto the dry remark he meant to throw at him out of pity and self-preservation.
"Me touching her being 100% alive set the rewriting –or implosion of the known worlds- in motion it seems." Ianto drawled, trying to show through his manners how dim-witted the Doctor's explanation had been.
"And Jack is angry at you… because?" Owen inquired, subscribing in total to Ianto's unvoiced opinion about the vague explanation Jack's Doctor had given.
"Jack and I apparently deceived the Doctor in order to have her, her brother and some more time together… Now Jack thinks that something so absurd like him causing temporal disasters for me could have a chance to happen only if I betrayed him or pushed him towards unwise solutions." Ianto shrugged tiredly "God only knows why."
As soon as he had finished his explanation, the door of Jack's office cracked open, and Ianto braced himself for the outburst that he knew it was about to come.
"Ianto!" Jack's voice echoed through the whole hub, making the Welshman feel two inches tall. "You already said enough!"
Without waiting for an answer or a sign of acknowledgment, Jack retreated back inside his office and Ianto followed his movements with his eyes, wishing to have the courage to follow him and finally have a chance to talk and explain.
"Go after him" Toshiko whispered, taking the baby from Ianto's arms and urging him to stand up. "C'mon, go!"
"Yeah, tea-boy, I need that favour from you so I'll- Oww! Tosh!" Owen glared at Toshiko, who after having slapped him in the back of his head was now answering him with an equally irate glare of her own.
After some staring at one another, Toshiko eventually won their silent battle of wills and the doctor dropped his eyes to the floor, focusing on massaging the back of his head where she had hit him. He swallowed back the rest of the cruel joke he meant to annoy Ianto with and offered the most sweet and subdued encouragement he could muster. "Go sweeten up the boss, Ianto, before I ask for more coffee"
Ianto, finally feeling a little more reassured about leaving his child around Owen without him there to check on their interactions, let a small smile grace his lips and nodded to them, before hurrying though the hub and disappear inside Jack's office.
There, he found his lover sitting sluggishly on the chair at his desk, his legs one over the other on the table and staring accusingly in his direction, as he was expecting Ianto to disobey and follow him.
"Jack, I-"
"I thought I said I didn't want to see you" Jack interrupted him brusquely.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry" Ianto almost whispered into the thin air, his eyes staring down at his feet.
"For what? Tricking me again?" Jack said angrily, shifting to sit once again properly on his chair. "You know, I thought I was already used to your treachery, but I never thought you would start to use it on me again after Lisa."
Jack's words pierced through his heart like arrows, but Ianto wasn't going to let them get though him. Not on the outside a least. "Jack, I can't know what I really did in that future we've seen, but I don't think I tricked you… However, I most certainly didn't do it now."
"You saw that scene… That wasn't me…" Jack said feebly, making Ianto react with even more determination than before.
"We've just the present, Jack!" He yelled at his lover. "You can't know how it turned out like that in the future for sure, and if the Doctor is right about the rewriting, you will never know"
"Yeah, and whose fault is that!?" Jack leashed out, standing up abruptly, unwilling to lose the upper hand so easily. "You will only get a different future, I am the one who's getting rewritten! I'm a fixed point in time too!"
"What if you're getting rewritten for the best? What if you knew the consequences, but decided to take the chance anyway!?"
"I- We can't know that…" Jack had to admit, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"Exactly!"
"But I know that under no condition at all I would condemn you to immortality!" Jack eventually yelled with a hint of desperation in his words. "Because this is what it will turn out to be to allow each piece to match together! There's no other choic-"
Jack had no chance to finish his sentence as he fell on the floor, clenching desperately his head with his hands.
Ianto for a moment felt blood freeze in his veins as he stared at the sudden emergency in front of his eyes.
Then, a loud, pained cry escaped Jack's mouth, echoing in the whole room, somehow waking him up from his shock.
"JACK!?" Ianto hurried towards his lover to hold him tight in his arms. After the first attempts to get free from his grip, Jack gave in and docilely retreated in his lover's safe embrace, whining as the pain in his head became stronger and images he didn't want to see began appearing in front of his eyes without being able to stop them.
He felt naked and dirty and traumatized, but in front of him stood Ianto, in the worse shape he could remember him dressing in and with a weird yellow helmet on his head. Next to him there were Gwen and Rhys and they all were staring at him, apparently relieved to see him again.
For what reason, he didn't know.
The only thing he knew was that not much could make him stop staring at Ianto, who had apparently done everything he could to bring him back from whatever had separated them.
The vision faded as soon as he tried to approach his lover and his friends, followed soon by a reprise of the pain he had felt before, just increased to a higher level. An even sharper stab crossed his brain, and the warm hands soothing him suddenly became too distant and cold.
He sat in front of a computer now, one he couldn't recognize as his even though he was using it to access Torchwood servers. Ianto was at his side, trying to work on another foreign laptop and failing miserably at it: they were chatting about something and Jack couldn't miss how Ianto's mind was all but set on the work they were supposed to be doing. He obviously was in the very same set of mind, since their talk had been lately filled with plenty of flirty allusions.
"What about now?" Ianto told him eventually, and Jack understood immediately the proposition lingering beneath those words. He shifted uncomfortably on his chair and tried to make the boss side of him prevail, something that was increasingly becoming difficult for him to do whenever Ianto was around.
"Ianto, the world might be ending" He managed, sounding unsure even to his ears.
"The world is always ending" Ianto told him, with a voice so soft that Jack could feel his heart melting in his chest. As much as the desire to be closer to his lover kept growing exponentially, the warmth filling his insides at the moment felt even more pleasant that the promise of 30 wicked minutes of heated sex.
They stared at one another for a few moments more and Jack eventually lost the remains of his determination, charmed by Ianto's honest and affectionate smile. He turned a bit so that someone behind him could hear him better, but his eyes never left Ianto for more than few instants. It was just like his eyes were glued to Ianto by that warm feeling, a feeling way different from the usual mind blowing lust that habitually crossed his body after being propositioned by his lover.
As the vision faded once again, Jack, for some reasons, had the distinct sensation that they never actually got to make love after that.
Ever again.
"Jack! Jack please! Owen, HELP!" Ianto screamed, pulling Jack out of his reverie even if only for a small while.
He was doing his best to not let the worry for his lover cloud his mind too much, in order to not become an hindrance once the doctor would get to them, but the continuous tossing and turning and crying of Jack in his arms wasn't helping his own composure at all.
Owen and Toshiko eventually rushed through the office door: the medic knelt next to Jack, whilst she stayed behind, trying to soothe the crying baby in her arms.
"What the fuck have you done to him tea boy!?" Owen snapped at Ianto, as he fumbled with the first aid kit he had brought with him to get a syringe.
"I-I did nothing… We… He…"
It didn't take much to Owen to understand that Ianto, despite his better efforts, was in utter panic. "Ianto, now calm down now for god's sake! He's going to be fine, trust me!"
Ianto swallowed and nodded, even though Owen knew too well that both Jack and Ianto were far from fine.
"Try to keep him still, I don't need him to snap the needle moving too much"
"What's that?" Ianto asked uncertain, eying the syringe suspiciously and tightening automatically his hold on his lover.
"Don't worry, just sedative… Keep him still!"
Ianto nodded despite not trusting Owen as much as he was supposed to, and tried to calm down Jack, who was still unconsciously lost in his nightmare. Deciding to forego all his fears about being outed so openly, he caressed tenderly his hair, following the damp contour of his temple down to his cheek too. "Shhh, Jack, everything will be fine, I swear it you. Shhh…"
Jack whimpered in pain, but felt slightly less tensed in Ianto's arms, so the Welshman took his chance to leave a small kiss on his forehead too, audience be damned. That was something Jack liked, and with him suffering like this, probably because of him, his loss of dignity was something absolutely irrelevant.
Before Owen could get his chance to sedate him though, Jack tensed again, crying his lungs out and clutching Ianto's shirt for dear life.
Around Jack, his surroundings became hazy again, and he found himself in a blurred environment that looked somewhat like a warehouse.
"I only scraped the surface, didn't I?"Ianto's betrayed voice reached his ears, leaving Jack to feel bad, ashamed, wounded and completely inadequate.
He could see in Ianto's eyes how much pain he had caused him, how much he had broken his heart this time. No matter what he had said or done, it looked like he had betrayed his trust royally this time.
Jack felt himself trying to keep the upper lead of the situation, but he was already falling victim of his own guilt, a guilt so deep that made somehow feel him and Ianto as distant as they hadn't been for a very long time.
When he felt himself giving up and try to get Ianto to put things clear once again, something happened and…
…then the vision faded for the third time, only to start again in a different setting.
They were in front of a blue tank, and Ianto was falling on the floor, Jack's arms failing to support him, since his own legs were becoming any time weaker too. His vision was blurred and he could barely hear what Ianto was telling him or what he himself was saying back, but there was no way to misinterpret the situation: his Ianto was dying.
Jack's heart shattered in pieces, along with the scene playing in front of his eyes like a movie with a broken film.
"Please, stay with me…"
"I love you"
"Don't-"
Then Jack felt Ianto's cold lips under his, unmoving, and then the cruel Death unkindly bringing him back into the cold darkness along with the man he loved. There was no way to fool himself: he would re-emerge from death alone. Like always. Like he would always do for the following millennia.
Jack cried once again because of the pain he was feeling, but this time it wasn't just something physical, it was the wound in his heart that hurt so much that he could barely contain it. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he felt suddenly drained from all his energy.
Then a cold needle pierced his skin and unconsciousness finally took him.
Ianto stared at Jack for a long time, his eyes wide with horror at what his lover had to endure. Was he really the cause of this? Had he known that rewriting Jack would have caused him all this pain?
Who was the monster among them, if he had really chose this fate for Jack out of his own egoism?
"Ianto?" Owen called him. "Shake yourself off, mate, he'll be fine."
Ianto's eyes moved to Owen and the doctor gulped at the panicked expression on his face. "Look, bring him down to his bunker, let him sleep it off. I bet he will be fine… No, I know he will be"
"What if he isn't?" Ianto countered hastily. "What if this keeps going on again after he wakes up!?"
"Rewriting time is a slow procedure" A serious voice came from the glass door behind them. "Whatever he saw, it doesn't exist anymore. It won't exist anymore"
The Doctor stared down at Jack, pain showing though his eyes despite his will.
"You don't seem effected." Owen stated as a matter of fact, ignoring his mixed feelings about the man that had took his captain away from them for too many months in the past.
"I'm not a fixed point in time. On the other hand the same pain experimented by Jack now is currently wounding the time itself. My T.A.R.D.I.S. itself. It's not something I particularly like."
"Did we know this?" Ianto asked with a trembling voice that felt barely like his own.
"I do wonder…" The Doctor admitted unsure. "But I'm quite sure you took into account that something like this could happen when you pulled your little stunt."
Ianto tightened his hold on his lover's limp form and fought with himself to not start crying again.
"I'm sorry Jack, I'm so sorry…"
X
When Jack eventually woke up, he was warm, nestled safely in soft blankets that smelled faintly of conditioner and with a caring hand combing his hair. He pressed against the hand affectionately, but as he moved, it suddenly stilled.
"Are you awake?" Ianto's voice asked unsurely, and Jack distinctively felt him trying to leave his bed.
Jack groaned at the attempted escape and reached for his waist, snuggling closer to him to stop him from leaving.
"Stay here some more… My head feels like I've been run over by a lorry."
"It's my fault, Jack… You might not remember, but you didn't want to see me around you, so-"
"I remember that" Jack reassured him, closing his eyes again and relaxing on Ianto's chest. "And you were right: I can't fault you"
"But I let you fall in love with me, didn't I? I wasn't supposed to let it happen" Ianto protested and Jack could only nod and sigh, as he rolled over to stare at the ceiling.
"However, it still is my fault, if I fall in love with you"
"I… I was looking forward to catch that movie tomorrow though."
Jack smirked at Ianto's sincere and quite random words and looked back at him.
"You can be so forward to finally admit that?"
Ianto blushed slightly and Jack took him in his arms, letting him rest his head on his chest, before reprimanding him.
"There's nothing wrong enjoying stuff like this"
"And what about wanting everyone to know? Is it wrong of me?"
Jack's eyebrow rose, but he kept his focus once again on the roof.
"You want everyone to know about us?"
"I- I don't know…"
Jack sighed and started petting Ianto's head, literally feeling the confusion currently bothering Ianto through his skin.
"Are you telling me this because you're asking yourself why I fell so deeply for you or why you might have decided to rewrite our past?"
Ianto hid his head on Jack's chest, tightening his hold on his waist. "It's… The family we saw through the Doctor's eyes, that cute little baby sleeping downstairs… I want them, Jack. I'm sorry since I know I shouldn't, but I really want them. I always thought I would be inadequate as a father and as more than just a lover… Besides, we didn't sign up for this when we started sleeping together… but I want them. I want for us to be a proper couple, eventually with children. And I want all of this with you."
Jack's mind flew back to the scraps of future he had seen.
Ianto had died loving him and he knew he had loved him back as much, even though he hadn't said it when it really mattered. What he had seen was the first time Ianto admitting his feelings to him, however. He was sure of it. That Ianto himself probably was still unsure of Jack's commitment at the time, that's why he had chosen his demise as an occasion to confess.
His last chance to confess.
And Jack must have known that, admitting it that openly, for that Ianto it meant say goodbye.
A declaration of love as last words before Death ended the love story that didn't even officially begin.
No matter how many months from now he was supposed to lose Ianto forever, the future was already changing, bringing his Ianto to admit things he would have never confessed this early according to the visions.
Where this acceleration on their love story left him though? Jack had a hell of a headache for sure, and too much knowledge about a deleted future that wasn't supposed to be his anymore. He had to admit that, whether rewriting their time had been Ianto's idea or not, he didn't want that future to actually happen. That future was truthfully better deleted, even though the price they were going to pay was great.
He couldn't believe that he was honestly this much relieved that the rewriting was happening… This was not him, this was not what he was supposed to be. Not anymore.
If he really was like that, then he would never become the hero he hoped to be, he would be nothing more than Ianto's monster. And Ianto could leave him for that, for being once again his fallible conman self. And then, what would happen?
The only thing that was certain was that the kid was bound to happen, but it wasn't a reassurance: what if she ended up conceived in a rush of heat between two committed eternal enemies and former lovers? How would that be better than the tragic existence he had left behind?
He ignored the tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him that at least Ianto would be there, because he wasn't so desperately in love with Ianto like in those scraps from the future and he didn't want that family as much as Ianto did.
There was still Gwen, wasn't there? He liked her and he wasn't as fine as he wanted to be about her marriage with Rhys. Therefore, he wasn't in love with Ianto. And there was the delivery boy and that old professor on the news and the woman at the forensics…
And Jack had to admit he was finding excuses. Maybe that was why he didn't like the thought of Gwen getting married: only because his biggest excuse to not turn things serious with Ianto would cease to exist. Hell with Gwen that was on holiday when he needed her to confuse his feelings like only she could manage, and hell with himself that had sent her there.
Now only he and Ianto remained. The two of them, a tragic future getting rewritten, and a pretty little infant who had Ianto's cute button nose.
"Wait, where's the baby?"
"She's with the Doctor at the moment. Tosh and Owen went home for the night, but should be here soon along with Gwen."
Jack nodded absentmindedly. "Was I out all this time?"
"Yep. You gave us quite a scare."
"Doesn't the baby need-"
"Feeding, clothes, diapers. Don't worry, I got everything after you screamed at me that you didn't want to see me anymore."
Jack swallowed remembering his outburst, but decided to not say anything about it. He was still quite angry at the situation they were in, the only difference was that now he recognized that taking it out on Ianto couldn't bring him anything good. However, he still didn't trust himself talking about where they were going to go after all that.
"You're really remarkable in all you do" Jack commented, hoping to lighten the mood.
He felt Ianto's penetrating stare on him and he turned to face him. He looked like he was conflicted about something, and Jack could only hope that said something would end up well for him.
"You're remarkable in everything you do too, sir…" Ianto looked sideways as if not quite daring to say more than that. "…also with everyone actually"
A lewd grin spread through Jack's lips, and Ianto peeked from behind his eyelashes to reassure himself than everything was fine before smirking back at him.
"Ianto Jones, are you in the mood?"
"Quite hard not to be in the mood with you naked in the same bed."
Jack looked down at himself appreciatively, noticing his body react interested at Ianto's compliment.
"Well yeah, I can see your point"
Ianto climbed up on him, sitting on his lap, his clothed groin creating delicious friction on Jack's naked cock.
"Besides, I'm quite young. You shouldn't fault me for trying to get into your pants."
He moved slowly on Jack, sending thrills of pleasure through his body.
"You will be the death of me, Ianto Jones" Jack breathed out desperately.
Ianto stared at him few moments before cupping his lover's cheek with his hand and smile softly at him. "I'd rather be the life of you, not your death."
Their eyes met and almost immediately their lips clashed together, desperate for one another. This was uncomplicated and good, and for once Ianto couldn't find a thing wrong with it.
TBC
