Pip's Epilogue:
The boat rocked forward beneath us. Alone on the waves, my grin remained, so radiant that it blocked the moon just briefly. The storm returned, a useless drizzle, and sweetening the first kiss we had shared. Both exhausted, we laid down together in that little dinghy.
I can still remember that feeling with him beside me. In those first seconds, the marvel that hid through his eyes and passed between us danced upon the sea. A miracle had been struck upon; our miracle had become reality.
I removed Ianto's coat, slipping my hands gently beneath his arms. His breath fell against my bangs, whispering through my ears. Relief and need spread through our touch. I lingered beneath his arms, his wet back pressed against my chest. Ianto's shirt was nearly sheer, just enough because I knew every coursing vein and every subtle breath. Just enough because I knew I loved him.
He huddled in close, his eyes dosing and his head bobbing in the invisible and inevitable wind. Dying and living again can be an exhaustive process. I grinned even larger. I thought about how tired he must have been, but how fear had reigned for so long that he didn't want to lose this image of me. Of his time alone with Captain Jack Harkness.
I threw his coat over the pair of us. His head rested against my stomach as my back felt the bridge of the wood. The part in his hair fell into the crook of my elbow and I could feel the pressure of his silent snores. Together, we faced the night on Cardiff Bay.
The first rays of the dawn were misty. He shivered beneath me, pale but not sick. We awoke to the clunk of the boat hitting some sort of rock. A desolate inlet lay before us. A dry, nearly sand-less cave was where he peeked through my arm to see.
I began to survey the beach for drift wood to build a fire.
"What's happened to me Jack?"
"I don't know Ianto. All I know is that we're both alive."
"When I died..."
"You don't have to talk about this."
"Yes, I want to. I want to tell you." The truth in his eyes, the sincerity, made my heart beat a little faster. "When I died, all I could see and feel was that unnatural look of fear she held over you. All I wanted was your safety. All I wanted was you."
I snuggled myself into his neck as the fire began to light the cave, the warmth of the sun adding fuel to our joy.
"What now?"
"They aren't expecting us back anytime soon."
"I'd say they aren't expecting us at all."
I chuckled softly. "No, I suppose they wouldn't be."
"Can we have forever now, Jack?"
"In every kiss you give me I see forever." My lips caressed his jaw bone and he looked at me curiously.
"Just back from the dead and already you're trying to get into my knickers?" I was stunned.
He turned back to me. "I think it's my turn now. I owe you a later."
His body slid over mine, kicking the fire completely out and replacing that warmth with his love. His body was cooler to the touch than I expected, but he was there. I tilted my head back, never daring to take my eyes away from his.
He groaned and I felt the resonance across my skin. His hands reached under my shirt, tracing my ribcage with maddening accuracy and painful sloth. Ianto lifted my shirt from my skin and threw it closer to the sun. We chased ourselves into the shadow of the cave, traces of light guiding our wandering bites and lustful eyes.
Ianto's definition and tone dazzled me. How often had I taken his forearms, the area between his neck and shoulders, his pecs, for granted? I could no longer afford such an error.
"I love you, Ianto Jones."
"I need you, Captain Jack Harkness."
My kiss worked its way from his belly button all the way to the crease between his shoulders and up farther to the bridge of his nose. He turned away and I admired each freckle dotting his back. I admired the ridges his spine formed against his back. I traced each, matching his pace with my fingertips. He sighed as I began to nuzzle the side of his neck with my teeth. His hands grasped for the walls of our cave, for leverage.
Ianto's body responded to the change in our position. I brought my arms around his middle as my lower half encompassed his. I could feel something inside of me growing larger, and not just my erection. Every part of me was being exercised and growing. Small beads of sweat began to drop as the sun began to heat the cave. I glistened against the cool of his body.
His fingertips grazed the walls. A small portion of sand fell to his knees and he brought his hand forward, studying it. I clasped his hand in mine, watching with the same interest. The sand that had fallen blew back and retained itself into the shape of his fingertips. His face lit strongly against the sun.
His smile was more radiant than I could have dreamed. "Can we have forever Jack?"
"I believe so, Ianto. I believe so, my love." The shiver that began from the tone of those words extended itself from him through me, as though connected by lightning.
He turned and began to unzip my trousers. He smiled a wicked smile, full of anticipation.
"Be careful what you start, Mr. Jones."
"One should always be careful around you, Captain Jack."
I was hard against his belly as he came in for another kiss. I can still remember to this second the reaction that traced itself through my blood. My fingers trembled and itched, every second encapsulated with heightened touch.
Ianto unsheathed himself next. Apparently, it was unfair unless we were both naked. Who was I to complain?
His dick was larger than I could remember it ever being, possibly over-shadowing mine. His hands reached for us both at the same time, his infuriating pace beginning again as he leaned towards me. He ground his hardness against every bit of my sanity and restraint.
I took his wrists and we tussled for control, but just momentarily. He bit his lip as he lost the war and fell back against the cave. I positioned my head and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I used my tongue to trace every new vein, every second of need from tip to root. He squirmed as I engulfed his sac.
"I want you."
I came back up for air and his face showed a warning. Neither of us wanted this to end so quickly. So I kissed him again, allowing our members to reacquaint themselves with touch. His hand reached for the small of my back and I laid down over him, my hands grabbing the floor of cave, resting momentarily.
He won the next round of control. And his reward was mine as well. I felt his lips caress my foreskin. I felt his tongue dance and swirl over my head. I felt things that I don't feel very often, can only describe in blissful sighs in words the English language doesn't seem to have.
Ianto's face arose, flushed and I wondered how long I would remain without succumbing to that ultimate rush of togetherness. Each second that passed, each stolen touch and piercing lustful gaze wore down our resistance.
I caved first. I entered Ianto again, his feet sliding behind either side of my ribcage. The tightness wound itself around my cock and there was this rush of perfection. His elbows gave him the leverage to move in tandem. The rush of pheromones created so much sweat that I thought he was finally sweating as well.
It wasn't just one second. It was a symphony of moments that joined in our lustful concerto, seeming to change everything. It was more than just sex. The entire day we spent in positions and friendly power plays. I would come close and he would edge back. Our love went with the tides, so frighteningly close.
It was in that last moment of rest as we were both lit by the shadows of the moon again that I heard him whisper as my arm went around his abs and he faced the new driftwood fire.
"I love you Jack."
