Jack Wakes - Chapter 10

By Gracefultree

A/N: Picking up a few hours after we left off in the last chapter...

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Ianto was seconds away from his second orgasm when my mobile rang. I'd had two already, the first thanks to his sinfully skillful mouth and the second to how wonderfully tight his arse felt around me. Technically, though, we'd shagged before dinner, so it would be third and fourth of the evening, but who's counting? And how did he get so good at giving blow jobs when he'd only ever done it twice before? And both of those times with me? I must have been thinking about those wonderful Welsh vowels of his as he did it…

"Come for me, baby," I whispered, and he did. I pulled out, leaving him panting for breath, collapsed on his stomach in the small puddle. A few quick tugs and I was adding to the mess, spurting over the gorgeous expanse of his back. He groaned softly but didn't say anything or move as I reached over him for the phone.

"Tosh? What's up?"

"I just finished translating that piece of script from a few days ago. It's a ransom note for the planet," she said, sounding surprisingly calm. "It says they'll destroy the planet tomorrow if we don't give them sovereignty over it, and they described their weapons. Looks real to me."

"What do they call themselves?" I asked, heading for the bathroom. "And do I have time for a shower?"

"A shower? What were you doing that you — Oh. Never mind. Is it still Ianto, or have you moved on?"

I grinned to myself as I turned on the water. "It's still him."

"Make it a quick one, then. They call themselves 'The Maninites."

I sighed, stepping under the water and soaping up, having put the phone on speaker. "They're known for having a certain amount of firepower, but I'll need to see the exact wording of the document. There might be a way to talk our way out of it. You haven't told anyone else yet, I assume?" I let the water wash away the soap.

"Really, Jack. Who do you think I am?"

I laughed along with her and shut off the water. "I'll be there in ten. Alert the others, will you?"

"Done."

I hung up and returned to the bedroom to dress. Ianto had rolled to his back and was wiping ineffectively at the stickiness on his abdomen. He grimaced at me. "Didn't think about the cleanup required for two men together," he muttered. "Guess I better take care of this." He moved to get out of bed, but I put a hand on his shoulder and held him down.

"We're not done yet," I told him. "I expect you here when I get back, understand?" I dropped a kiss on his mouth and strode from the flat, my mind already on the Maninites and the possibilities for world destruction should they be from a powerful caste.

Halfway down the hall to the lift I realized my mistake in ordering Ianto to stay at my flat. That wasn't the way I wanted things to go. I swung around. He was in the shower when I got back, and I decided I didn't want to disturb him and risk getting into a long conversation when I had a potential alien invasion on my hands, so I pulled a postcard from one of the pockets of my coat and scrawled a quick note to him. I propped it against the coffee maker, where I knew he'd see it and left again.

I let myself into the flat twenty-seven hours later, having faced down the Maninites, captured three weevils, and helped Owen stitch up a wounded Hoix before handing it over to UNIT. Ianto called me around eleven, but I hadn't been able to answer, and he hadn't left a message, so I wasn't sure whether or not he'd be home when I got there. I hoped he'd be there, though. I slipped out of my boots in the front hall and hung my coat on the usual hook. Neither his coat nor his shoes were there. I felt a sourness in the pit of my stomach. He hadn't stayed. Well, it was my own fault, wasn't it?

In the kitchen I found a covered dish and a note. "Thought you might like some supper. If you've eaten, just put it away and have it for lunch tomorrow. —I"

I lifted the lid and saw that he'd turned the leftovers from the night before into a stew of some kind. I let myself fall into the chair and picked up a spoon. Even cold, it was delicious. I suddenly regretted the Chinese I'd scarfed down two hours before. With a sigh I covered the dish and took it to the fridge. Better save it for tomorrow when I could appreciate it, even if the man who made it was gone.

In my mind I saw the report Tosh handed me on my way out of the Hub, of Ianto's computer usage for the day. More recipes, emails to friends, confirmation of having lunch with his sister and her children, and a lot of searching of newspapers for information about Canary Wharf. Of course he'd be looking at that. I wondered if it would be right to ask him to help prepare the memorial service for the victims, then immediately dismissed the thought. It wasn't his responsibility.

The last paragraph of the report was typical Tosh. "He also looked at health websites, focusing on gay sex and 'standard practices.' He must be into you, too. Go easy on him. He was researching the complications of too much anal sex."

My poor Ianto, I thought to myself. Eager and willing and too nervous to ask me about it. I hope he's ok. Maybe I'll give him a break and let him top me next time. If there is a next time.

I'm not sure where that seed of doubt came from, but it shocked me none the same. That I wanted him so much that I worried that I wouldn't see him again? Unheard of for me! I hurried to the bedroom to see if he was there, wondering if the food was more of a sign than the absent shoes.

Sure enough, he lay curled on his side facing away from the door. He shifted restlessly, whimpering softly, and I realized that he must be having a nightmare. I quickly undressed and climbed into bed next to him, holding him tightly and kissing his shoulder, the closest part of his body I could reach comfortably. He seemed to calm down then, relaxing against me.

I let my mind wander as I held him while he slept. I dozed off for the second time in two days. There was something about being with Ianto that relaxed me, that made me feel comfortable enough to sleep. It seemed I provided the same comfort for him because he slept through the rest of the night without a nightmare.