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Jack found Ianto staring out over the water with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hey, you seem to be doing a lot of this" Jack said softly so as not to startle him and then kicked himself as he remembered he never could, "Seems like you are always out on this dock."
"I love the water" Ianto said without turning around, "Soothing to watch the ripples."
"You feel like you need soothing?"
Ianto turned to face him and smiled softly, "So much turmoil? Yeah? No, I mean…to think that something small, one little thing made all that wake, disturbance. Ripples. I like the idea. Ripples move through different fabrics."
"Like time" Jack got it and grinned, "You and I had hanky panky and a ripple effect started that all this time later brought us to the shore of this wonderful alternative life."
"Mine began at Canary Warf, yours on that Game Station, our ripples met and created a new set called Karaline" Ianto leaned into him, accepting his embrace and Jack buried his face in Ianto's hair as he breathed him in.
"I still can't get enough of you." Jack groaned softly.
"That boat, it's not small, not big. It's, what … a 12 footer, right?" Ianto asked eyeballing the skiff tied to the warf, "Those fishing nets look quite comfortable."
"Hmmmm?"
"Jack?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"Row my boat down your stream and let's dream together" Ianto whispered softly, now fully in Jack's grasp and Jack snorted softly as he was once again ensnared in Ianto's.
"Where do you want to go lover?"
"Anywhere. Middle of the lake so you can fuck me in broad daylight without our daughter seeing?" Ianto said dreamily as if discussing the weather and Jack's dick was instantly on board with the idea.
"Jesus, no foreplay? What append to those lashes, blushes and innuendos?" Jack sputtered, slightly shocked and immensely excited.
"Another day, today I want you balls deep with those balls slapping my arse. Come on, that net looks more comfortable by the second and I am starting to itch for you" Ianto was already clambering in and Jack started ot laugh as he followed, amazed at how easily Ianto could lead him and still make him feel like he was in charge.
Gods, he had missed this man.
Soon the anchor was weighed and they were naked, hands sliding over flesh and that breathy moan Jack remembered in almost every sexual encounter was there. Not a ghostly sound now. Back where it belonged in his ear. Ah, Gods. Jack bit down on Ianto's ear lobe gently so he wouldn't show his silly emotions by raising his face but as he slid home Ianto gave that guttural cry that always spurred him on and he drew back to look down at the man who held him body and soul.
Ianto was weeping too.
Stupid twats weeping like teenagers, huh?
Jack kissed Ianto gently, tasting the coffee that had been abandoned on the dock and that spicy undertone that was so hot and so damned sexy, hands sliding up his spine in that way that was almost teasing. "Ianto, gods love, stop that."
Ianto's reply was a snort and fingernails.
Bastard.
Jack adjusted his grip and soon Ianto had his wish, the sound of flesh striking making small ripples. Ianto let his head fall back, exposing his throat and Jack licked a bead of moisture there with glee.
Gods he even tasted like chocolate.
Jack closed his eyes as well, both men blissing out as they convulsed and grunted under the afternoon sun.
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Is that your olds?" Anwen was holding a hand over her eyes as she peered across the lake and Kara turned to follow her gaze.
"I think so, what are they doing?" she sighed.
"Nookie" Anwen giggled, "I think that's your Dad's arse flashing. Oh god! They're …."
Both girls shrieked with fake horror as it all became clear and then they folded over each other on the swing seat, choking with laughter at the thought of the two sexy men.
"So hard to think of them as my parents when they look so….."
"Fuckable?"
"Young. Ew. Weirdo, they're my parents." Kara giggled. "Gross!"
"Your Dad's washboards want to exfoliate my face" Anwen teased, "and your Tad? That arse? God, did you see the two of them lean over that crate before? Those arses? I never knew I was a Butt Girl but there ya go. Fuck I wanted to slap them and see them jiggle. Lovely taught buns."
"I will drag you by your hair down past Taddy's cup and hold you under bitch" Kara snarled and Anwen laughed heartily as she took up a fighter's stance.
"Come on bitch!" she sneered and soon the two were rolling in the autumn leaved as they wrestled, their combined giggling and squealing making it more than interesting for Fergus to watch as he ate his packet of crisps slowly, dropping some on himself without even noticing.
Mad mares.