Breath in Breath Out chapter 11: In the glow of a warm fire.

Guys I'm so so sorry, I am. I didn't intent to make you wait so long but I had so much trouble writing this chapter. I have to admit that I won't be able to write often this year, as it is my last year of high school and I have a really tigh schedule. However I'll do my best for you. I hope this chapter will make up for the wait, and that you'll enjoy it. Please leave me a review so I know that you don't hate me.

It'd been three weeks since they had last spoken to each other. Three weeks since the fight. Ianto winced at that thought.

Yeah as much as he wanted to deny it, he missed Jack. Terribly. And he even regretted punching him. And of course he wanted to call him, to run see him but... Jack's words had stung deeply. He even thought sometimes that even his father had hurt him like . Because even though he still cared, he had learn to stop loving his father, but he loved Jack... With all his heart.

Now he was admitting it, well at least to himself. That's why it had hurt so much. Even before he hadn't known where they stood together but now.. He was even more lost. They hadn't officially broken up but he wasn't stupid. He had hit Jack, it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't want to be with him anymore. Who would want to be with someone violent ? He wouldn't.

Ianto turned up the volume of the music on his phone, the loud sound coming from his earplugs covering the city's noises as he walked in a Subway entrance.

"Breathe out, breathe in
American oxygen
Every breath I breathe
Chasin' this American Dream
We sweat for a nickel and a dime
Turn it into an empire
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American oxygen

American oxygen
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American Oxygen"

Ianto sighed sadly and pulled his hood on, not wanting people to see the pale look on his face and him to meet their eyes.

"Oh say, you see, this is the American Dream
Young girl, hustlin'
On the other side of the ocean
You can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't see
Just close your eyes and breathe"

Was it really possible ? Becoming what one wanted to be here ?

"Breathe out, breathe in
American oxygen
Every breath I breathe
Chasin' this American Dream
We sweat for a nickel and a dime
Turn it into an empire
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American oxygen

American oxygen
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American Oxygen"

Ianto looked at the train as it entered the station, a stuffy air stream making him shiver. He walked to the end of the wagon and leant on the wall. Closing his eyes as his fight with Jack played again in his mind.

"Oh say, you see, this is the American Dream
Young boy, hustlin'
Trying to get the wheels in motion
But he can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't see
Just close your eyes and breathe

Breathe out, breathe in
American oxygen
Every breath I breathe
Chasin' this American Dream
We sweat for a nickel and a dime
Turn it into an empire
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American oxygen"

Was it the price for having a brilliant and successful career ?

"This is the new America

We are the new America

Breathe out, breathe in
American oxygen
Every breath I breathe
Chasin' this American Dream
We sweat for a nickel and a dime
Turn it into an empire
Breathe in, this feeling
American, American oxygen"

Maybe it was it, the price of celebrity. But if being famous meant having no one to come home to, no one to fall asleep with and wake up close to, he wasn't so sure he wanted it after all. Fame wasn't the reason why he was and had been working so hard for. Ianto just wanted to be able to sing for a living, to earn his paycheque by doing what he liked the most. Maybe he just wished he could be recognised as an artist.

He sighed as he exited the wagon, walking to the stairs, the melody fading slowly in his ears as the song ended. He walk quickly to the exit, dying to fall in bed and bury himself in the soft and warm covers until his miserable moon faded away.

The subway station was just in front of his hotel. He pulled off his hood and nodded to the doorman, smiling politely. He wasn't used to those kinds of hotels. Everything here was so posh, so overdone. Even after 3 weeks he couldn't settle in. Sure it was a nice hotel, more that nice actually, it was magnificent, but he felt uncomfortable in here. He couldn't really say why but he felt like he didn't belong.

He made his way into one of the lifts and leant against the wall. Fortunately the angry sound coming from his earplugs was covering the annoying music played by the speakers. When the doors opened he hurried to his room. He slid the card in the lock, opened the door and leant against it, sighing as he heard the mechanism closing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain the hold on his emotions. After a few calming seconds, he opened his eyes and gasped as he saw a familiar figure standing at the end of his room, facing the bay window.

His room was mostly dark, the sun's having set a couple of hours before. Although the room was enlightened by the red glow of the fire in the wood stove that stood a couple of meters away from his bed. The man turned around and or a few seconds that felt like hours the two stared at each other no knowing what to say, unmoving.

Then Ianto stepped closer, pulling on the sleeves of his sweater nervously.

"J..Jack" he gasped out.

"I.. Hey" Jack replied walking towards him, unsure.

"What are you doing here ?" Ianto asked in a strangled voice.

"I... I've always been told that New York was lovely at this time of the year." He chuckled awkwardly. Ianto just looked at him with pained eyes.

"I was an idiot" Jack finally sighed looking down. " I shouldn't have said those things, I didn't mean them. You were right I was being a bastard, a complete and utter ass. I was horrible to you when I should have been understanding and happy for you" he continued in one breath. " I came here to apologise. I'm sorry Ianto, really I am" he finished in a cracking voice.

"Jack... You don't have to apologise, it should be me. God I punched you... I... I'm so sorry, you can't possibly know how much I blame myself. I didn't mean to hurt you, I never have. I can't stand the thought of harming you. How could you forgive me, I can't even forgive myself !"

"Shhhh" Jack silenced him softly, pressing a finger to his lips.

He had moved closer during Ianto's anxious rambling. He was now standing in front of him, so close and yet not touching him apart from his finger on Ianto's mouth.

"But.." Ianto tried.

"No Ianto I deserved it. God knows how much." Jack cut him off once again.

Silence stretched between them. They stayed like this, staring in each other's eyes, not daring to move. Then Jack's gaze dropped to Ianto's lips where his thumb was now tracing the tender skin, his hand holding on the young man's chin. Ianto's eyes shut down. He felt Jack's hands wrapped around his neck and almost whimpered at the loss of the warm digit on his lips. But soon it was replaced by Jack's own lips as the man pressed a soft, not quite daring, kiss on his mouth. Suddenly all the anger, the resentment, the blame from the former weeks left the two men as they pressed their bodies together, inhaling strongly from their noses.

Kisses became heated. Hands began to wander. And before his mind could catch up with what his body was doing, Ianto found himself thrown against the bay window. A warm body pinning him to the cold glass, making him shiver with delight. He gripped Jack's hair tightly as their tongue fought for dominance, making the other man hiss in plain and growl out of pleasure.

In retaliation, Jack took hold of his thighs and slammed him even harder against the glass. He lifted his legs around his waist and Ianto moaned loudly in his mouth as Jack's belt pressed against his crotch. The Welshman tore his mouth away, breathing heavily and Jack latched on his throat, nipping and biting the tender flesh he found there. One of his hand left Ianto's leg to lift the corner of his T-Shirt, his nails grazed the skin of the young man's belly making his abs contract. Ianto let Go of Jack's hair to shrug his sweater off. He put his feet back on the floor, trying to regain control over Jack and pushed against him. But as soon as he was standing Jack took hold of his waist, turned him around forcefully and pinned him back, front first, against the window. Ianto put his hands on the glass, pushing against Jack's hard body.

He whimpered loudly again as the older man resumed his attack on his neck. His crotch was pressing hard against his fly and he could feel how aroused Jack was against his ass. He tried to unfasten his own his jeans but Jack didn't let him. He pulled on the Welshman's green t-shirt making him raised his arms. As soon as the clothing was off and on the floor he grasped Ianto's hands and pinned them other his head with his left one. He let his right one travel down Ianto's pale chest, teased his nipples on his way down, making him sigh and moan softly.

His breath hitched as the torturing hand ended on the impressive bulge stretching his jeans. Jack rubbed his hand against his cock in circles. Putting enough pressure to be pleasuring and yet not enough to bring a satisfactory friction. Ianto whined and arched his body, grinding his ass against Jack's hard on.

"You bloody tease" he wailed, trashing a bit to escape Jack's firm hold on his hands.

Jack chucked darkly in his ear. He pushed his chest against Ianto's back making his face and his chest touch the glass and his ass stick out. Jack sank his teeth in his shoulder and Ianto's nipples harden because of the cold. In this position Ianto couldn't do much but wiggle his ass. His skin was getting hotter and he was dying to have his fucking trousers open. He turned his head, nipped and licked at the skin behind Jack's left ear. A shiver ran through Jack's body and he quickly unfasten Ianto's trousers, slipped his strong hand inside the fabric. His fingers curled around the hard and desperate cock waiting there. Ianto moaned in relief.

"If you want something you only have to ask." Jack said, running his teeth on Ianto's jaw.

Ianto's knees buckled and he knew that the two only things keeping him upright was the weight of Jack on his back and the window.

"Bed... Now" Ianto panted.

"Hum are you sure ?" Jack said with a wicked grin, squeezing Ianto a bit too strongly. "I found this position pretty pleasant".

"Please... Jack" Ianto replied his eyes closed tightly.

Jack took his right hand out of Ianto's pants and let go of his hands. No sooner Ianto was free did he turn around, grasped Jack's head and kissed him hungrily, backing him in the direction of the bed. Unfortunately they stumbled and landed on the soft carpet in front of the wood stove. Jack hit the floor with his back, Ianto's weigh pinning him down( not that he minded though). Ianto was currently kissing the hell out of him.

The Welshman crawled back up and straddled his thighs. It was Jack's turn to whimper and whine as he started to roll his hips against his.

"Not so cocky anymore are we ?" Ianto chucked as he freed his lips.

Jack answered by grabbing his neck slamming his mouth back on his. Hands gripped his shirt and he heard buttons flying around when Ianto promptly tore it open.

" I liked that shirt" Jack protested weakly.

However he stopped complaining as soon as Ianto's lips closed on his nipples. He couldn't help it, he threw his head back, mouth gaping.

Ianto's lips trailed down his body and his hands fumbled with his belt. There was no more teasing involved. Ianto just shoved down his trousers and pants and went to it with an eager mouth, encouraged by the sounds escaping Jack's lips. The older man gripped his hair making them both moaned as the repercussions echoed through both of their body.

Jack was so damn close but he didn't want to finish like that. No matter how much stamina he still had, he wasn't twenty anymore. He gripped Ianto's hair more strongly making him moan and lift his head. No word were exchanged. Ianto sat back on his heels between Jack's legs and hurried to pull off his jeans and boxers. He watched, pleased, as Jack did the same. He straddled him once more and Jack sat up to meet him. They resumed kissing hungrily, Ianto's arms wrapped around Jack's neck and Jack's around his waist, bringing there bodies together.

"Jack..." Ianto panted,

"Right pocket" came a breathless answer.

Ianto hand stretched at towards Jack's trouser not stopping his rocking motion. He fought a bit with the fabric but soon a broad smile spread his lips as he found two packets of lube.

"Always ready I see" he chuckled.

"Well you know me" Jack replied back with a smile.

He took the lube from Ianto and started to prepare him, staring at his eyes. His smile widening every time Ianto's breath hitched in his throat, at every small whine or moan the Welshman couldn't hold back. He loved to see him like this, his hair messed up, his lips swollen from kissing, his pupils blown with lust. Knowing that he was the one who did this to him. Knowing he was the only thing Ianto wanted at this precise moment, nobody but him.

"More" Ianto panted.

His eyes were fluttering, he was trying so hard to keep them open. He wanted to see Jack.

Jack put his hand back on his hips and Ianto pushed on his chest to make him lie down. Never once breaking eye contact. Time seemed to stop for a moment, both holding their breaths. Then Ianto got up on his knees, used Jack's chest for leverage and pushed back down.

Both men groaned at the feeling of Jack slipping inside Ianto. Ianto's head shot back and his body arched offering a sinfully hot view to Jack. He rolled his hips gripping Jack's hands on his waist. Their fingers threaded and Jack planted his feet on the floor, using his bend legs to trust up. Ianto met him, trust for trust. They kept up a coordinated pace until they reached the point where they couldn't hold back anymore. Pleasure being too intense after 3 weeks.

"JackJackJack..." Ianto gasped like a mantra.

"Fuck" cried the other man.

Jack sat up, Ianto bouncing on his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around the hot and sweaty body of his lover. His lips trailed up from his collarbone to finally reach his lips, drawing him in the most passionate kiss they shared so far. Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's shoulders. One hand gripping his hair, keeping their head together. The other running up and down Jack's back, his nails leaving red scratches on the tan skin.

They were both so close it almost hurt. Moans and groans becoming louder and louder. Then Jack did that thing with his tongue and Ianto came, shouting something in Welsh that Jack didn't understand. Hearing Ianto's shout and feeling him tighten around him send Jack other the edge. He came hard and long, deep inside the Welshman.

They stayed like this for a long time, in a post coital bliss, wrapped around each other, their foreheads touching. Once Ianto got his breath back he began to press small and tender kisses on Jack's jaw, cheeks, chin and finally lips. The older man kissed him back, a warm chuckle building in his chest.

"What ?" Ianto smiled.

"I've never once heard you speak in Welsh, oh Jones Ianto Jones you'll be the death of me" Jack replied laying back on the fluffy carpet taking Ianto down with him.

"I didn't do that on purpose" the young man sighed shifting to get comfortable.

"It was hot" Jack laughed. "Though I didn't understand what you said" he continued making Ianto half lie down on his chest wrapping his arms around him. "Maybe you could teach me" he finished, his hand falling on Ianto's ass, squeezing it suggestively.

"Maybe... If you're good. But I'm exhausted and quite content with just lying here for a while." Ianto replied kissing the skin other Jack's heart.

"Maybe later than" the older man smiled, putting his hand back on his waist.

"Hmmm hmmm" Ianto sighed closing his eyes.

A shiver shook his body a little. The room was getting chilly, and their bodies were covered in sweat. Jack pulled the duvet from the bed and spread it on them. He then took hold of Ianto's chin to tip his head back and kissed him softly. Ianto looked up at him and Jack sinked in the deep blue ocean of his eyes.

"I missed you" Jack whispered.

"I missed you too" Ianto replied kissing him once more.

"No more secret"

"I promise"

They didn't say much more. Their eyes were saying enough for them. They drifted in and out of sleep for a couple of hours. Lying there, in front of the fire. Before getting on the bed to snuggle. Falling back asleep, no waking up till late morning, sated and happy in each other's arms.

TBC

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A/N: The song in this chapter is American Oxygen by Rhianna