Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, no copyright infringement intended. If you still want to sue bring Ianto back to Jack first.
Warnings: Mention of almost everything Torchwood related except novels and comics. Not beta-read and English's not my native language, but beta-tested anyway by SOY. GRAPHIC FOOLING AROUND.
A/N: I'm not a lot fond of OCs when they're not needed, but let's just say Ianto's too smart to fuck up things by himself, so I had to give him a little help to go on with that. Hope you don't mind. Let me know, what you do think about it.
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"Are we going to see ourselves from the future then?" Rhys asked, extremely interested in the chance of getting more personal snippets from his future.
Jack smirked at the innocent attempt of Gwen's husband to defy time and space continuum, and expected Ianto to dutifully begin a very detailed description of risks and dangers of messing around with your own timeline. Surprisingly he noticed his lover stiffening at the question.
"It's- Actually…"
And Ianto stumbling on words was hardly a good sign.
"It's not possible to cross your own timeline. Timey wimey stuff can't stretch that much." Ianto concluded hastily, feeling Jack's suspicious gaze on him.
The captain could plainly feel the Doctor's presence behind such a made-up choice of words. How the hell did his lover end up using those? It was well obvious that many years must have passed for this Ianto, but did his words mean that the Doctor will be back in their life soon? Was he directly connected with this turtle-like mess, maybe? And what if he was involved in Ianto's coming back to life instead?
Jack's head hurt.
An old friend had brought Ianto back to life. That was what his lover had said… But it could have been anyone, truth be told. He couldn't deny that he'd had a lot of friends in his long life, and that lots of them could have offered their own particular ideas on how to get Ianto back.
Obviously, that would be true if they didn't hate him as much as all his old friends usually did. He was sure that even the Doctor, deep inside himself… Well, maybe he didn't hate him, but certainly he didn't like him much or he just didn't understand him anymore.
Besides, the Time Lord would never offer to change the rules for Jack and bend the reality around him just to bring Ianto back, almost certainly creating a paradox. Partly it was his own fault, being a fixed point in time, partly it was simply that the Doctor couldn't honestly understand why he'd want back a 'common ape' from the otherwise ignored Cardiff. Trust him to understand Ianto was his ape.
No, it certainly couldn't have been him the one that had made the miracle. If not him, then who had done it? Who else was left in this galaxy akin to him enough to understand, and caring enough to help?
He just had to wait three more months and maybe everything would begin to make sense again, once and for all. At the moment the only thing he could do was to enjoy the view of his beautiful Welshman back in action next to him. And it was without doubt a very nice view.
"Oh, sure." Rhys nodded to Ianto, pretending that his words made sense, since they seemed to work for the others.
Jack finally stood up and professionally regarded his lover with a flirty smile. "Tell us what you need."
Ianto answered him with a knowing grin, before offering detailed instructions for the whole team. When all the others disappeared to follow his orders, he went back downstairs and switched on his old computer station, loading several computer programs from his multifunctional earpod and setting temporary access data for the expected group from the future.
No one questioned why the computers had no problems giving access to Ianto. Jack was almost in an acceptable mood, there was no reason to upset him again making him realize it hadn't been the most sensible choice he had done in ages leaving things this much unchanged.
"That thing is marvellous." Gwen praised Ianto's earpod, passing by Ianto as she reached for a mass of cables behind the computers. "How many years in the future are you from to have such a beauty? Surely not that many, considering."
Again Ianto stiffened, before pretending deadpan nonchalance. "Timey wimey."
"You're no fun at all." She grumbled, and then she headed back to the water tower.
With a final enter, Ianto finished setting the computers and stood up to check on the others, only to find himself face to face with Jack. They both stared startled at one another, until the captain found enough cold blood to at least pretend to be the efficient and professional man Ianto had known four years before.
"Cables wired up, platform settled and… I guess you managed the computers?" Jack waited for Ianto to nod, and then continued in a more subdued tone. "Still something's off. You sure you don't want to talk to me about it?"
"We-We'll…" Ianto stuttered, fighting for self control. "We'll have to discuss all this in three months, I'm sorry. I can't listen to you, I can't give you hope, I can't reassure you about the future nor the past… I can't do or explain a single thing that's not relevant to the mission."
"Ianto…" Jack searched in the depths of Ianto's eyes for something, but eventually he gave up. He knew that if Ianto was so unsure about revealing secrets, there had to be a pretty good reason behind it. "I trust you. The secretiveness simply doesn't suit you."
"Timey-"
"-wimey. Yeah, I know." Instead of leaning in for a kiss, Jack made himself pat Ianto's shoulder friendly. The conversation via earpod that he had heard before had made somehow more real the idea that this Ianto already had another Jack waiting for him at home, and he personally didn't know how he would feel knowing that his lover had cheated on him with a younger version of himself.
If they still were together anyway.
After the way he treated him in the past, what reason had Ianto to carry on their unnamed relationship? He knew they loved each other, but was it enough to keep it going?
Jack was flirty and unbounded, with lots of past lovers and a lot of future ahead; on the other hand Ianto lived for committed relationships. Jack would last forever, but Ianto's life had already slipped away once. Jack couldn't manage to get one thing the way the men he loved wanted, even when he tried his best; on the contrary Ianto would accept everything to stay with his captain and usually knew what he needed before his lover had even a chance to ask.
Worst of all, Jack was a monster who had killed his own grandson, sent to something worse than death twelve children, and had been making sacrifices along the way all his life as an excuse to save the day. Ianto was the hero who gave up his life to try and protect everyone without any civil casualties.
Who was he to keep corrupting the man he claimed to love with his own imperfections? He had already killed him once. Yet, he knew he had no strength inside himself to let Ianto go, nor to accept the parting of their ways in case his lover asked for that.
Jack's eyes fell on Ianto's earpod… Three more months before talking about what had been killing him inside for four years. There was no other chance other than to keep going with the flow for now, even though now more than ever, he was certain he wasn't going to stand firm that long.
"Call him back, and tell him we're ready."
Ianto gave him an awkward nod and wore the earpod.
"I really am sorry, Jack. You know how much I hate keeping things from you."
Jack closed up the space between them, but before he could reply Ianto switched nervously the small lever on the top of his device, activating the communications with the future.
"Jack?" Ianto's voice sounded rasp and Jack couldn't refrain his smile, knowing pretty well the reason behind his discomfort. His grin grew even wider when his lover blushed furiously and his eyes lit up in shock, probably because of something his future counterpart had said on the other side. Well if Ianto's natural reaction to him was so obvious for him, it must have been obvious also for the Jack on the other side of the earpod.
"Stop joking around and send them! We are ready!"
Ianto switched hastily the earpod lever again, but didn't remove the piece. Instead he walked quickly towards the makeshift platform, pretending to ignore his lover altogether.
"You know you can't blame me for what he has said, right?" Jack whispered smugly in Ianto's ear as soon as he caught up with him.
Ianto glared at him, embarrassment still shining in his eyes, but nevertheless challenging Jack to make him behave otherwise. Before they could open they mouths though, the platform lightened up and four shadows appeared, all of them clutched around the one in the middle.
With a loud zap they finally were in focus, much to Gwen and Rhys's surprise, since they didn't know what to expect and when yet.
"Are you all in one piece?" Ianto asked smirking, and then offered them his hand to step off the platform.
"Nauseated, but fine." A tall, black man in his late twenties answered him, as he grasped Ianto's hand for dear life. His white gown flowed around him more like a leather long coat than a medical garb. As soon as he reached the ground he fled ungraciously to the nearest wall, letting himself slide down the surface to sit on the floor.
"A doctor with motion sickness…" Ianto shook his head, eyeing the boy rudely as he helped down a young sandy blond girl that didn't look much older than twenty. Her wavy hair were tied up in a ponytail and a smug grin was plastered on her face, making her pale blue eyes look as if they could kill with daggers.
"I'm done with this damn time travel!" The medic argued in the meantime, challenging Ianto with his eyes. His deep cockney accent marked heavily each word.
"Yeah yeah."
After the girl, Ianto helped a younger and skinnier shaking version of Gwen down the platform, whilst the remaining member of the future Torchwood squad, a dark haired boy in his mid-twenties with plump cheeks, storm blue eyes and a union jack T-shirt jumped down cheekily by himself to go and batter up the distraught medic some more. On his wrist shone nothing less than Jack's wrist-strap.
"Am I going around lending my wrist-strap to everyone in your future?" Jack commented gallantly, in a desperate attempt to get Ianto's attention back to himself.
"I find myself lending my stopwatch sometimes. Sure you can do the same with you wrist-strap in case of an emergency." Ianto argued back in the same tone, before leaving some space between himself and the newcomers.
"Presentation time!" He proclaimed proudly, taking the shaking hand of the shy Gwen look-alike. "This young lady is Gwyneth Williams, she's good with computers. Not a genius, but she's especially fast and efficient. She's the youngest and newest addition to our team, that's why once she finished hacking the mainframes and solving coding-related problems she will be on the clear. Hope you won't mind if she doesn't stay until the end of this."
The girl stared at the past Torchwood team with two big brown eyes full of fear, until she finally swallowed down her panic enough to muster a small smile and to whisper a barely audible 'hello'.
"As for the other three," Ianto continued less ceremoniously, pointing behind himself to the other girl and the two boys. "We call them the Happy Jones Triad."
"There's Mark, Alice and Steven." He explained, pointing first towards the medic and then to the girl and the boy with Jack's wrist-strap.
"It seems we're not allowed to have a proper competent doctor within our ranks not even in the future" Ianto went on, drily smirking at the dark skinned doctor. "But we make do with what we have."
Mark snorted at Ianto's comment, whilst Alice giggled, hiding her mouth behind one hand to cover up her amusement in front of her teammate. The medic noticed her anyway, and glared in her general direction, still too much undone to focus properly on something or someone.
"C'mon, at least this time we're the Happy Jones Triad" Alice tried to defend herself, faking an innocent smiling face. "Last week we were the Oblivious Jones Triad."
"And the week before… What was it?" Steven added, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Oh, that's it: the Disastrous Jones Triad."
Ianto rolled his eyes, but he kept ignoring them not to give the kids satisfaction.
"The other two!" Ianto cut in, purposefully leaving them some seconds of silence to get a hold of themselves.
"–are just amateurs." He finished with a deadpan, hoping to shut down the banter for at least a couple of hours.
Even though he had been forced to bring in almost their whole team, because of the limited time they had left and the terrible state of present Torchwood, Ianto knew that the less the four kids talked the better it was for everyone. Especially when Gwen and Jack were listening.
His team was young and with little experience in keeping things secret, especially considering that they couldn't honestly know what could give them away.
On the other hand, Jack had already sensed that something was off and Gwen was a practiced police officer who knew how to dig in things enough to uncover them.
It was like giving four lambs to two hungry wolves. Wolves hungry for information and also particularly strong willed and dedicated to a cause once they had embraced one.
Especially Gwen. Once she had put her mind to it, there was no way to stop her, and no one knew that better than him. Her perseverance had been essentially his only reason to lead her straight to Flat Holm despite Jack's orders. She would have found it anyway after all.
His little clue had just helped her in the right direction quicker and without making her waste too much time over things they were already dealing with. And, well, the fact that Jack's punishment had been one of his most arousing memories just was a pleasant bonus.
"Amateurs? In Torchwood?" Gwen asked him doubtfully, raising an eyebrow and proving Ianto's point quicker than he thought possible.
"They are good amateurs." Ianto admitted vaguely, conceding the point. "They're both useful and he's exceptionally good with some of the weapons we already have."
"So" Jack clapped his hands smiling enthusiastically, looking at the new group. "What's the plan?"
Oblivious to the suspicious glares between Ianto and Gwen, Jack simply enjoyed taking in the new addictions to the team. He loved to have new people around and strangely all those new kids in front of him felt familiar in a way or another. He was positively sure he was going to have a lot of fun tracking down the ancestry in case they were related to people he had known.
However, he also realized they were there for a reason, so the quicker they dealt with it sooner he could focus on his little game.
"We can't stop them from coming," Ianto explained, relieved to step out from Gwen's measuring stares. "So, first of all we'll have to find a place where they won't harm anyone. After that, if we can manage to build something like a teleportation magnet, it will make them appear right where we want them."
"Easier said than done," Jack argued, considering the problems of such suggestion. "Stuff like that can't be built in this century, much less designed."
"We already have the plans for building such a machine actually," Ianto countered plainly, leaving Jack with his mouth hanging open as it often did around him. "And about the materials to use, well, we could always replace the specific Martian polymeric iron with another light alloy. It has to work only once after all, and only for this specific species."
"Ianto Jones, since when you became an expert on alloys and hi-tech devices?" Jack teased.
"I know everything, sir." Ianto answered, winking at him. "And you know I quickly learn everything you see fit to teach me."
"Guys?" Rhys called from what seemed kilometres away. "We still have no orders. You 'now? Destruction of the Earth and stuff?"
Ianto and Jack were disappointed that their little innuendo show had to be cut off so abruptly when it was barely beginning, but work was work, hence they cleared their throat and dutifully pretended to focus back on the task at hand.
"Yes a- place…" Jack began saying, but unfortunately his brain couldn't supply any useful suggestion of non sexual nature. It wasn't really his fault that Ianto was even more attractive about ten years older, and that he was sex-starved. Well, actually make it more like make love starved .
"What about that small village in the countryside?" Gwen proposed, offering help to the struggling men. "It was left deserted since the day we arrested every single villager."
"Great idea, Gwen." Jack praised her with his most pleased smile. "What do you think?"
"Will make do. We still need the material to build the magnet, though."
"Don't worry about the alloy, a friend of mine owes me a favour."
Ianto's glare pierced through Jack like a stab.
Jealousy had been a rather recent addition to their relationship back when the 456 had happened, but in this four years he had found out how much he had actually grow accustomed to it. What at the beginning he had considered a possible nuisance, ended up being one among the lots of little things that Ianto did that kept making Jack feel cared for and fall for his lover harder every day more.
That aside, well… Jealous Ianto was a good sign for him as much as it was a dangerous one. A really good sign indeed, if he remembered well enough how the man used to remind him who he belonged to.
"Long story, but strictly professional." Jack cut short, before he could actually endanger himself with more details.
"Then ask this friend of yours to bring everything to the village, so we can build the magnet right there, ok?" Ianto asked with a freezing voice that made Jack shiver. Then he turned his attention to Gwen, showing her a much warmer smile. "Gwen, could you make sure the police puts off-limits the entire area? I don't think we have enough connections active at the moment to do that ourselves."
Both Gwen and Jack nodded obediently for two different reasons: one out of fear, the other happy to get a friendly suggestion instead of crude orders once in a while.
"If you have plans, I can help?" Rhys offered, still uncertain about his role in this new project. "I'm not bad in do-it-yourself."
"Ianto, how long could it take to build the magnet?" Jack asked his lover, frowning deep in concentration as he considered different combinations of schedules and team-members.
"Rhys and Steven together could finish the work in less than three hours if they don't mess up. We bought special equipment to ease the task, but the quicker we finish the better."
"If Rhys can get the lorry they could bring the material themselves at the village. If we do the delivery ourselves, it will save us precious time, especially now that our name lost resonance."
Jack waited for Ianto to consider the idea, and as soon as his lover approved it as valid he turned to Gwen and Rhys to give them the details. Ianto on the other hand put his hands on his hips and turned to glare at his own squad.
"Time to work!" He barked, and the future Torchwood team diligently lined up in a straight line.
"Alice, take my computer. Put up everything we have: firewalls, detectors. Connect every unauthorized attempt to enter Torchwood software to a time bomb under the prime minister bed if you have to. Last thing we need is them interfering again. When you're finished with the security protocols, cross-reference everything archived in this base and in the whole word with the time limit data we have and see if we can get other weapons that will work against them."
"Gwyneth, take the computer next to mine. We need a program that can tell us exactly when they're coming and whether the magnet is working or not. Set it to send the alarms directly to the Torchwood earpods and comms. Make it work for all of us, past and future. Enter the data we already have and try to track them down in time. We have to be certain they didn't stop somewhere in the middle to get new allies and weapons in the meantime."
"Mark, medical bay! You have the data on the venom they use, make enough antidotes for everyone and then finish cracking that formula for whatsoever poison is lethal for them. Steven, tag along with Rhys and try not to lose the plans and the shapes for the magnet this time. Everything clear?"
"Yes, sir!" The team said together and in few seconds they all scrambled to their respective position under the shocked eyes of both Jack and Gwen.
"What have you done to our quiet tea-boy?" Gwen asked puzzled, frozen in surprise while she was dialling the police number.
Ianto simply smiled self-assuredly at her.
"Jack isn't always where we need him when we need him, you should know that. We learnt that is good to take turns in covering up for him. After a while it becomes annoying."
Gwen laughed, understanding too well how much Ianto was right and walked away to make her call, patting a still shocked Jack on his shoulders as she passed behind him.
"You don't like ordering around your old team, but with the new one…. Wow."
"Too scary for you?" Ianto teased, almost sincerely worried. Almost being the key-word.
"Too sexy. Please tell me I can take you away from work for at least twenty minutes. I'll cope with my future self one way or another."
Ianto blushed at Jack's proposition and really had to gather all his willpower to not yield to his lover's sensual smile.
"I can find a couple of minutes to make you and the guys a good coffee… Would you like that?"
Ianto's eyes shone with mischief.
"You know your coffee is the best orgasmic experience next to you, don't you?" Jack complained, taking Ianto in his arms. "These damn three months will be the death of me, but right now I'm happy just knowing you are again here next to me."
"Being dead never stopped you." Ianto considered with mirth.
"You know what I meant."
He regarded his lover's face, reaching out to stroke his cheek lovingly.
"I'll always be next to you, Jack. Just wait for me."
Jack sighed and before his feelings messed up with his heart again, he took Ianto's hand in his and placed a small peck on its palm.
"I'll be in my office making up ways to keep UNIT occupied for the next couple of days." He stated.
Ianto nodded, a big smile plastered on his face, and made his way towards his beloved coffee machine.
As soon as the couple cleared the area near the water tower, a clear smug voice whispered in the semi-silence of the hub.
"Hoy, Gwyn. Ten quid on those two back dabbling in less than 12 hours. Are you on?"
Gwyneth stared horrified at Alice, and then hastily buried her nose back in the program she was writing.
"That's simply disgusting coming from you."
"I'm not alone in this." Alice retorted, feigning complete innocence. "My brother already bet they might try something before tomorrow, and Mark believes that whatever might happen, they will wake up in bed in each other's arms."
"Can't believe you guys let Mark in… in this insanity! It's their private life, we should respect it."
Gwyneth snorted and shook her head, hoping one day to find a way to compile a program that would make her forget what she had just heard with a simple double click.
"Morally grounded are you, Gwyn?" Alice teased, leaning dangerously in her teammate personal space.
"It's just-" Gwyneth tried to say, as she checked that Ianto was still beyond earshot and busy bringing the coffee to the others. Then she took a long breath and explained herself. "I simply can't grasp neither the 21st century side of their relationship or the 51st. Sometimes they are too forwards, other times extremely old-fashioned. Let's just say I feel safer in the middle."
Alice laughed at her remark and focused back on the sabotage of the government computer system.
"That's so 21st century of you."
"Stop talking like you lived in it." Gwyneth bit back, trying to hide the grin that was tugging at her lips and throwing playfully a small paper ball at her snickering teammate. "And still no up for the bloody bet."
"Stop the bickering girls or I'll make you tea next time." Ianto interrupted them, placing a mug full of steaming coffee on both stations and a plate of chocolate biscuits in the middle.
"How's it going?"
"Tracking program almost done, but…"Gwyneth trailed off noticing a new notification. "Our Jack sent over a new batch of data he just finished analyzing… I'll have to integrate those in the clusters I had already set before actually being sure it works. That could take some time."
"Do what you have to do. Good work as always, Gwyn. Alice?"
"Set a virus that will shut down the government's whole network if they try to mingle with Torchwood again. If they try to reverse it, their computers will all drop dead with the message 'We accepted you invitation to play doctor with you. Love Torchwood' on the screen."
Ianto laughed at her idea and ruffled her hair affectionately. "You're the worst! Try being a good girl for once, will you?"
"Yes, sir." Alice exclaimed, pretending to be professional.
Ianto simply shook his head and left the girls to their own devices to bring Jack his coffee. He found the captain busy typing something on his computer, so he simply lay the mug and the plate of biscuits next to him and sat on the edge of the table sipping his own.
Before long, Jack finished typing and with a final enter dismissed angrily the current UNIT General.
"You would guess that if the Queen herself announced that Torchwood was back, UNIT would at least believe her instead of shutting us off like civilians." Jack explained before losing himself in the coffee strong aroma. "God, I missed your coffee Ianto."
Ianto grinned at him and closed the distance between them. "The almighty Torchwood must use common website e-mails? Shame on you Capitan Jack Harkness."
"I beg forgiveness. These last four years have been a bit of a hell for me, believe me." Jack couldn't stop a moan escaping his lips as the dark liquid flow down his throat. "This is heaven, though."
Ianto smirked mischievously at his lover and pretended to go away. "I won't bother you then. I'll go back to work, sir."
"Don't!" Jack left the empty mug on his desk to follow Ianto and hold him in his arms. "Don't go, Ianto."
"There's still much to do, Jack." Ianto reasoned weakly, his heart already beating way too fast in his chest. "We have to prepare the gear for all of us, collect the weapons, set up a camp in the area to be ready there when they'll come…"
"Work has always been my priority, things have to change."
"Not now." Ianto countered seriously, turning in his arms to face him. "Not for this me. Not like this. We need you whole to do this, Jack. Like you used to be. You and I, you know… We can wait."
"I can't be whole without us." Jack countered, giving up all pretences to feel sincerely fine.
"I-I can't help in this. Technically speaking I'm still dead."
"Bugger!" He cried, tightening his grip on his lover, who was now staring at him, his eyes wide and troubled. "You are here in front of me right now! Retcon me if you have to, but this is driving me crazy… I'm not asking for sex, just to have you actually back. Let me recharge my batteries, so I can survive this next three months and go through this save-the-world mission. Or is there some other reason why you can't-"
Without leaving Jack enough time to finish his words, Ianto reached for his wrist and tugged it towards him, so that they fell both backwards on the sofa. He took advantage of Jack's initial disorientation to lead his lover lying securely under him, his arms resting at Jack's sides and trapping him firmly. Every inch of them touched and burned from the desire brought by the closeness.
However, Jack needed way more than this, and in a quite obvious reference to their experience with the pterodactyl, he widened his legs to better accommodate Ianto on him and brought their groins together in a delicious yet maddening friction.
"Thought you weren't after sex." Ianto protested weakly, already drunk on his lover's pheromones and with his half lidded eyes glued on Jack's lips.
Jack stared back at him, his eyes full of sorrowful need. He searched up for Ianto's lips with his owns, hoping to finally break his lover's detachment thanks to the frustrating proximity of their mouths.
The captain was broken, hollow and lost…and still incredibly handsome. Ianto couldn't find enough strength within himself to deny his heart and body to his lover when he needed him this much.
He already knew that eventually this was going to happen, his Jack had said that much and his lover had already cleared him out for what he was about to do. He would have never imagined though, that all of this wouldn't feel like cheating at all, despite what he feared arguing with the captain back in the future.
To give in was like a second nature.
Soft lips finally reached down to close the gap with Jack's ones, causing their bodies to shake with absolute pleasure, that ran through them like a powerful wave of electricity that constricted their hearts like a crown of thorns and made them bleed.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but Jack simply deepened the kiss, trying to bring Ianto even closer, so that he would never have to give him up again. As he felt Jack's tongue invading his mouth, Ianto knew there was no turning back, because his lover needed this, no matter what this was.
Ianto's hand explored urgently Jack's chest, with languid strokes that began from above his waistband and crossed his abs to brush firmly his erect nipples. His lips devoured his lover's mouth, then they moved along to kiss his jaw and after that trailed down to the neck finishing their journey over Jack's sensitive nipple as they replaced his hand.
The desperate captain was shortly a writhing mess, asking for release and absolution. Ianto took him firmly in his arms and while kissing his way back to Jack's lips, he let a hand wonder to undo his lover's belt. Jack tried to reach down to do the same for Ianto, but his hand was quickly slapped away, while Ianto's tongue provoked the supreme distraction as he wetted and nibbled at his neck right under the chin.
Once he had finally quietened his lover, Ianto slid down Jack's trousers and pants, reaching down between his legs to cup firmly Jack's butt. The captain moaned and searched for more friction instead of the maddening slow massage Ianto was harassing him with.
When he thought it was enough, Ianto gave up the teasing and reached inside one of his pockets only to produce a small bottle of lube. He quickly took a generous amount on the palm of his hand before shutting it close again and leaving it next to the sofa.
"Ianto Jones, do I need to know what you're doing with a bottle of lube in your pockets?"
Ianto grinned seductively, arching an eyebrow at his lover as he entered Jack's ass with his finger. "That would be you, sir."
Jack groaned, as he tried to cling as close as possible to his lover, despite the position they were in. Ianto accommodated him the better he could while fucking him with his slick fingers. By the time he added a third, Jack was already reaching the edge without Ianto even touching his cock.
"God, Ianto… Fuck me already!"
Ianto freed his arms from around Jack's shoulders and hovered over him, only to capture his lips back in a hungry kiss. The captain moaned in his lover's mouth and Ianto took his chance to finally grip Jack's cock and stoke it furiously.
With the new angle, his fingers inside Jack's ass went even deeper and hit each time the perfect point to make his lover's pleasure even more intense. The double stimulation was too much, and the small touches of Ianto here and there in the whole scenario didn't help Jack maintaining his composure.
No matter if it was a light kiss on his cheek or an unexpected nibble at his ear, every single detail of their improper love making was screaming Ianto. And this excited him as much as it crushed him from the inside.
"Come, Jack. I'm here…" Ianto told him, his own voice rasp from arousal. "I won't leave you alone again for a long time. Trust me, love."
And then Jack came, hard like he had never come so hard in a long time… and seeing Ianto's warm smile upon him, he finally let out the tears he never really managed to set free. Ignoring his own painful erection and the mess on his lover's stomach, Ianto nestled Jack close to his chest hoping to soothe his sobs with soft caresses.
"I missed you…You have no idea how much…"
Ianto pressed his lips to Jack's forehead and tightened their embrace. He had done too much, he had said too much. However, things already done couldn't be changed and his lover had needed to let go. The only thing he could do now was play along with his mistakes and hope to not reveal much else. He had no intention of hurting or confusing Jack more than necessary.
"I'm back, Jack. And you won't get rid of me that easily."
Jack looked up at Ianto sniffling, but had to look away right after, ashamed.
"You sure you can deal with me like this?" Jack asked weakly. He accepted the handkerchief Ianto was offering him and after blowing his nose, he snuggled himself cosily in his lover's arms.
"I'll let you know that I've dealt with you in even worse situations and positions." Ianto reached for his lips and kissed him lightly. No pressure, no desperation, no lust. Only pure and simple love and devotion.
"You don't need to hide from me, Jack. I won't stop loving you if sometimes you need comfort. I thought we were already past that." Ianto grinned teasingly. "Besides, keeping everything to yourself makes you age faster, you know? With such a long life span I would consider the side effects."
Jack grinned back as he rested his head on Ianto's shoulder. "You're right, I look in my mid-fifty."
"You'll get better with time, believe me. A wonderful aging back."
"Will I get a lifting?"
Ianto snorted, even though he was relieved that now Jack felt well enough to joke around.
"Do you really believe that's going to work on you? Besides," He poked Jack's nose with the tip of his index finger. "I won't let you cut yourself up for saving the world, much less for some bloody vanity."
Jack gave him a small peck on the lips. "Thank you, but how are you, Ianto?"
"All the better for having you back, sir. At any rate we have to get back to work."
"Can't I thank you in some more physical ways?" Jack asked, leaving a soft trail of kisses along Ianto's jaw.
"Mmm… No way I'm going to spoil it for myself when I'll come back." Jack stopped his kissing and groaned. He had almost managed to forget about the bloody three months nightmare.
Three months be damned, what were they supposed to do now?
"Sorry, Ianto. I made you do something you didn't want-"
"Don't trouble yourself too much. It was my choice and you really needed it." Ianto interrupted him evenly, hoping that saying that out loud had the magical property of making him feel less guilty. "Are you feeling better now?"
Jack inhaled deeply his lover's scent. "Yeah… Never been better in my whole life."
"Battery recharged?"
"Yeah recharged…" Jack looked up at Ianto and captured back his lips with his own. "Still wouldn't mind…If you wanted to recharge them some… more…"
Just as Ianto fell in Jack's trap and was kissing him back heatedly, the telephone rang. They both stopped and groaned at the devilish device. Ianto helped Jack clean himself up and button up his trousers as the man answered the phone and pretended a cheerful and flattering tone to please UNIT.
As soon as his work with Jack was finished, Ianto rearranged his suit properly and left the man to his own devices to collect the mugs and check on his team.
The show had to go on.
