"Why don't we start with your family as well?"
"I bet you know all about them already, it's in my file," Ianto said with a smile.
"And I bet it's much better to hear the stories from you."
"Okay then." Settling down again with his head in Jack's lap, Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's on his chest. "Where do I start?"
Ianto pondered for a moment, bathing in Jack's warm smile and his curious sparkling blue eyes.
"My tad's name is Dafydd, my mam's name was Eirian and my brother is called Dylan. I was a really late addition to the family, my parents were already in their early forties and Dylan was 19 and had left for university when I was born. So I guess you could say I was the only child."
"And thoroughly spoiled..." Jack grinned.
"Oi!" Giving Jack a playful slap on the arm, Ianto continued. "I admit, my parents didn't deny me much, but I wasn't a totally spoiled child. I had to live by their rules and when I didn't do that, there were repercussions like for every other child. I got grounded, my pocket money was cancelled and I had to do even more housework than normal."
"I'm sure you didn't have to endure that often." Stroking a strand of hair from Ianto's forehead, Jack smiled down at the younger man.
"You think?" A cheeky grin on his face, Ianto looked up to the sky. "I think the secret nickname my parents gave me was 'little terror'."
"You're kidding!"
"I was a bit hyperactive as a kid, I was constantly running around and needed to be kept busy otherwise I would go and occupy myself with something, normally things my parents didn't really agree with. When I was about three years old, I cropped one of my mam's plants to the roots. I saw her cropping another plant, so I decided to help her. Of course I overdid it a bit." Ianto giggled when Jack started to laugh.
"Another time, when I was about five, I tried out the paper shredder in my tad's office. At first I used old newspapers, but when I ran out of them I scooped up all the papers from my tad's desk."
"Uh-oh."
"Indeed," Ianto chuckled. "I shredded everything, bills, tax documents, purchase orders."
"I bet your dad wasn't pleased."
"Oh, he was furious when he found me, sitting amidst the pile of shredded paper, grinning happily up at him and stuffing the last page of an important contract into the shredder." Ianto laughed. "His face was so red, I thought it would explode in the next second. That was the first time he really yelled at me and then he didn't talk to me for two days. I remember how awful I felt and wanted to make him happy again."
"Oh no, what did you do?"
"My tad is a tailor and owned a shop, my mam helped in the store and consequently I spent a lot of time there as well. I'd watched my father tailor suits many times and tried to make one for him."
Jack was laughing hard now. "You are full of surprises."
"Well, my tad was not so happy, when he found me working on his most expensive cloth. I had already cut out, what I needed for the trousers plus a lot more I didn't need and my mam said, I had the most sheepish expression on my face, when I held it up to my tad and said 'I wanted to make a suit for you, so you're not angry anymore'." Ianto had changed his voice to imitate his kid's voice and had Jack in a laughing fit.
Ianto joined in and looked up at Jack's face, tears of laughter were streaming down his lover's face and his eyes sparkled in pure joy.
"I remember my mam telling me that she had a hard time to keep her face straight, I had a measuring tape around my neck and my blue scissors in my hand and supposedly looked uber-cute. My tad always says he almost had a stroke that day, but he's grinning when he tells the story, so I don't think that's true. Anyway, I was grounded for about a month, but at least my tad talked to me again."
"Oh, I wish I had a picture of that," Jack managed to get out between giggles.
"I think there actually exists a picture of that moment somewhere."
"Alright then Mr. Jones, your next mission is to find that picture and make me a copy."
Ianto chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."
"So, these were the adventures of Ianto the toddler?"
"Believe me, this was just a short excerpt."
"There is more?" Jack grinned intrigued.
"Yes, but not for today."
"Spoil sport. Okay, can I ask another question then?"
"Go ahead." Feeling absolutely relaxed and happy talking about his childhood, Ianto wanted to share his past with Jack and make him laugh and understand. He grinned up in his lover's face and hoped his stories would open up the other man as well and make it easier for Jack to share his life with him.
"Why the shop lifting?" Jack almost regretted the question when he saw a shadow fall on Ianto's expression, but it was gone in the blink of an eye and the younger man smiled again, gazing into the distant sky.
"Well, that was the big finish of some rather troubled years. When I came to school, the kids used to make fun of me, because my parents were 'that old' already. They mocked me and said I would live with my grandparents. Well, I wasn't shy and I loved my parents so I started to defend them, mostly with my fists. I had a fight every other day and my parents were called to the school, but I wouldn't tell why I was fighting. After a few months my parents gave up and I had to change school, they sent me to a private school and from then on everything was okay again. Lots of the kids there had older parents and so no one was mocking me, I gathered some friends around me and everything was fine."
Jack looked down at Ianto and gently tousled the younger man's hair, waiting for him to continue.
"When I was twelve years old the school had to close and we had to go back to my old school. This time, however, I wasn't alone because all my friends had to change school as well. Naturally we weren't high on the list of the other students, they didn't like us, because we came from a private school and they thought we would regard ourselves as better than them. And of course my fighting buddies from earlier recognized me and the mocking started again. Only now, I wasn't alone anymore and had backup from my friends. Over time we became something like a gang, the other kids started to fear us and we felt like the biggest hunks on earth." Ianto chuckled, but there was no humour in it.
"I completely detached myself from my parents. Before that my tad and I used to go to the cinema regularly and I helped my mam to do the shopping, but I guess puberty hit me full force. I was not pleasant to be around except with my friends."
"I guess every kid goes through such a phase."
"Probably, but mine got worse. When I was 13, a new boy came to our school, he had lived in London and was deported to Cardiff by his parents to live with his aunt and uncle. He had been in serious trouble in London. Of course my friends and I found him fascinating and soon he was part of our gang, but he changed it. We started to smoke and drink alcohol to be really cool, my grades went down below zero and my parents didn't know what to do with me anymore. They even tried to let Dylan knock some sense into me, but I was blocking everything. It all escalated when Chris, the new boy, talked us into stealing. We went to the local department store and spread out, each of us in another department. I was in the music store and tried to grab a few CDs. Of course, on my way out, the guy from security had me by my collar and dragged me to his office, from where he phoned my parents. His colleagues had grabbed a couple of my friends as well and we were all left in the office, waiting for our furious parents."
"And Chris?"
Ianto looked up at Jack and shook his head. "They didn't catch him, with hindsight I'd say he didn't even steal anything. For him it was more the thrill of sending us in."
Jack nodded. "Yeah, I know those types. Bastards."
"Anyway, looking back, it was probably the best thing that could have happened to me." Ianto laughed at Jack's surprised expression. "Well, my parents were as furious as I had predicted, but the time in the security guy's office with him listing us the possible repercussions for stealing was the first step to realizing what a mess I was in. And then my parents did something I will never forget. They didn't take me home, they had talked to the security guy and let him call the police. They watched when I was marched off, my hands actually in cuffs, I couldn't believe it. And they went through with it all the way, I had to spend a night in a cell in the local police station and when they picked me up the next day, they told me the hearing for my case was already set. I was really quiet on the way home and went straight to my room when we got to our house."
"Wow, your parents were really harsh."
"No, it was the last chance for them to reach me, and boy, I can tell you the message had hit home that day. I was scared to death in that prison cell and after all the things the security guy had told us I awaited to be life sentenced. In the end the judge used the hearing to talk sense into me once more and I had to do some social work. I can't tell you how relieved I was, I promised my parents to be good from then on and work hard at school. They just smiled at me and hugged me tight. I guess they were as relieved as I was."
"So it takes a prison cell to get your cocky self under control," Jack mocked and received a well earned slap on the arm.
"Careful Mister, or you won't get any for a week." Giving Jack a smug smile and pressing his head down in the older man's crotch, Ianto had the Captain draw in a sharp breath.
"Cheeky bastard."
"I do my best."
Jack laughed again. "I'd really like to meet your parents, maybe they can give me some advice on how to deal with you."
"Oh my tad would be happy to meet you. I bet you two would have a field day talking about me, I'm one of his favourite topics."
"What about your mam?" The second Jack had said the words he could have slapped himself. Ianto's mother had died a few years ago from cancer, he had read it in his file, but Ianto's description of his parents was so vivid, Jack had forgotten. Worried he looked down at his lover. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay Jack. It was a hard time for us when my mam got ill, but it brought us closer together as a family as ever before. My tad and I cared for her day and night for her last weeks and I believe that made it easier for all of us to let go. Dylan wasn't around for that time, he only came to the funeral. That was the last time I saw him. My tad and I clung together for weeks after we laid her to her last rest until he told me, I needed to move on. As I had no job I went around and finally was approached by Torchwood."
"Are you and your dad still close?"
"Yes, we talk every other day on the phone."
"Do you think we can visit him some day?"
Ianto gave Jack a surprised look. "You really want to meet him?"
"I have to thank him for producing such a wonderful brat," Jack grinned back.
"You're really chancing your luck, Mister," Ianto grinned back then suddenly rolled around and scrambled onto Jack's body, giving him a kiss that sent a few brain cells haywire. But instead to deepen the kiss, Ianto sprang to his feet and ran a few yards away, laughing at Jack's baffled face. He winked at the older man and hopped another couple of steps back.
"Err..?" Jack struggled in forming a coherent sentence, but his brain was only slowly catching up and the fact that Ianto was standing a few yards away, grinning like mad, was somehow not right in Jack's book.
When Ianto stuck his tongue out, another fact hit his mind, he had never seen the younger man so relaxed and acting this childish. Grinning, Jack propped himself up on one elbow.
"What are you doing?"
Ianto wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Catch me if you can."
"Oi!"
Not missing a heart beat, Jack was on his feet and chased Ianto over the beach. The younger man was laughing and managed to evade Jack by running in a zig zag course, but finally the Captain caught up and grabbed Ianto, pulling them both down onto the sand. They tumbled over one another until Jack ended up on top, pressing Ianto's hands down over his head. He looked down in the grinning face of his lover and covered the slightly open mouth with his own, letting his tongue slip in to explore the familiar ground.
Ianto responded to the kiss eagerly, but wasn't inactive otherwise. He hooked his leg around Jack's and with a quick pull and push operation managed to flip them over. Lying on top of his lover, he used his now free hands, to slide them under Jack's shirt and up his chest, while Jack mirrored the movement and pushed Ianto's shirt up to free the skin of his back.
Bending down, Ianto captured Jack's mouth in another kiss until they were both panting for breath.
"Looks like we're coated in sand again," Jack stated.
"I was counting on that," Ianto responded with a wicked smile.
"You're very naughty Mr. Jones and very calculating." Jack started to pull Ianto's shirt over his head. "But I can't say, I'm complaining."
"Good."
Free of his shirt already, Ianto stood up and pushed his pants and briefs down and made a bee line to the water. Jack, using his ability to get out of his clothes in the blink of an eye, was close behind.
The water splashed around them when they ran into the surf. When the water was up to their hips, Jack tackled Ianto and both of them dove under, clinging together. Their mouths found each other immediately and they were still kissing when they broke through the surface again.
Ianto smiled at Jack as they ended the kiss and let himself fall backwards into the water and swam out into the bay, Jack closely following. When they reached deeper water Ianto waited and Jack swam straight into his arms, turning them in a circle. The younger man put his hands around his Captain's neck and looped his legs around his waist like before. He grinned down on Jack, when he accomplished his manoeuvre.
"You really like this position, don't you?"
"It has its advantages." Ianto gave Jack a wicked smile as he felt the other man's erection bopping against his arse. "I want you inside me."
"We don't have any lube, I don't want to hurt you."
"I can take it, please."
Finally nodding his agreement, Jack slid his hand over Ianto's arse and trailed his finger over the puckered hole. Ianto trembled by the gentle touch and pushed down on the finger, tensing only slightly when Jack entered his channel. Quickly relaxing, Ianto welcomed the second finger and dug his fingers in Jack's shoulder when the older man crooked his finger and brushed against his prostate.
Ianto threw his head back with a throaty moan when a third finger was pushed in and gently stretched him.
"Now Jack."
Pulling his fingers out, Jack replaced them with his cock, pushing slowly into Ianto, giving him time to adjust. But Ianto had other ideas and pushed down on Jack's cock, impaling himself, tightening his grip with his legs around Jack's waist.
The older man pulled him even closer and swayed slightly when the waves lapped around them, threatening to throw him off balance.
Ianto lowered his head and pulled Jack into a passionate kiss while at the same moment lifted his hips a bit and settled back down again, taking Jack's cock even deeper.
Groaning into the kiss, Jack moved his hands to Ianto's hips to initiate a slow rhythm. Pushing Ianto up in the same moment as he pulled his hip back and let them come together again, Jack built up a steady pace, eliciting delicious groans from his lover with his actions.
When Jack managed to change the angle just the right bit and hit Ianto's prostate with each stroke, the young man cried out in passion and threw his head back, threading his fingers through Jack's hair to avoid falling backwards.
With time, Jack's movement got erratic and he pounded into his lover in a quickening pace. He felt Ianto's muscles flexing around him and used one of his hands to close around Ianto's cock that was trapped between their bodies. Stroking the Welshman's shaft, Jack mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts.
Ianto bent down to capture Jack's mouth in a kiss when his orgasm hit him, his lover following immediately, shooting his hot seed into the young man.
They held the kiss while Jack had to collect his remaining strength to keep them upright. Staggering slightly, his knees felt like jelly and his brain still hadn't caught up yet. His cock, still inside Ianto was hypersensitive and every friction sent waves of pleasure through his body.
Finally his slowly softening cock slid out of Ianto and was met with the cold water. Hissing at the new sensation, Jack tensed and dug his fingers in Ianto's back.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just the cold water."
"Surprisingly, it's not boiling around us," Ianto sniggered and gave Jack a quick peck on the cheek.
Jack chuckled. "Well, it seems warmer now than earlier."
"Indeed, but I think we should get out nonetheless."
"Agreed." Jack cocked an eyebrow at Ianto. "I don't suppose, you're planning on hopping down, are you?"
"Do I have to?" Ianto put on his best puppy dog face and snuggled close to Jack's chest, putting his head on the older man's shoulder.
"You are unbelievable, Mr. Jones."
"But you love my anyway, Mr. Harkness."
"That I do."
Ianto's head shot up. "You do?"
"Of course, what do you think?"
"Nothing, I just like to hear it," Ianto smiled.
"Okay. I love you, Ianto Jones."
They had made their way back to the shore and Ianto hopped down and pulled Jack into a mind blowing kiss. When they parted again, Jack licked his lips absently.
"Maybe, I should say it more often."
