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Summary: Ianto has a secret. Set during series one, after Cyberwoman.
Warnings: MPREG! If you've been reading for this long, I'm sure you've already noticed.
Notes: Please remember that I am just another stupid American. Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors as I must rely solely on my own knowledge and my irritating spell-checker.
More Notes: No Spoiler warning. 'Out of Time' is officially over and we're not to the next one yet.
Warning: This part has been edited for content to comply with this site's terms of service. The edited scene is not a strictly integral part of the storyline, but does contain adult content and sexual situations. If you want to read the full part, you can do so on my personal website. The link can be found in my profile.
Expectations
Part Thirty-Seven
Rhiannon was jostled awake by an exuberant four-year old bouncing on the creaky pull-out sofabed. Mica's excited squeal of, "It's Christmas, it's Christmas!" cut through her mother's sleep like a knife.
Rhiannon cracked open her eyes. David was standing beside the pull-out sofa, pushing at Johnny's shoulder and demanding he wake up, while Mica continued to bounce up and down between her parents.
She loved her kids dearly, but sometimes her youngest had too much energy to take. She sat up and gripped Mica around the waist to still her. The girl was practically vibrating with excitement. "All right, Mica. You and David go watch some cartoons." The two children let out sounds of disappointment and Rhiannon held up a hand. "You can open your presents after breakfast and when Uncle Ianto is awake to watch. You wouldn't want him to be disappointed, would you?"
That seemed to mollify the children. Mica was still pouting as she climbed down off the bed though. Together the two children settled on the floor in front of the television.
With that taken care of, Rhiannon rolled slightly and kissed Johnny's cheek. "Merry Christmas, love."
Johnny grunted and scrubbed a hand down over his face. "Bloody Hell! Were they up this early last year?"
With a chuckle, Rhiannon got out of bed and put on her dressing gown. "It just feels earlier. I'll get breakfast sorted, then I'll get my brother up. You keep an eye on the early birds and make sure they don't try to sneak any gifts."
Kissing him one more time, she went to the kitchen and looked into the fridge for a short while. As she contemplated the contents, an idea sparked in her mind. Maybe she'd surprise Ianto with breakfast in bed. She'd have to bring enough for Owen as well. She'd been awake when he'd had to unexpectedly leave and had told her he'd be back sometime before morning. She'd left the door unlocked for him and she thought she'd heard him come back, but couldn't be certain. It had been rather late and she hadn't bothered getting up to check.
With a smile, she reached in for the eggs and started cooking. Ianto liked his eggs scrambled so that's what he'd get. Eggs mixed with a little milk and some chopped ham. Of course she made enough for everyone. She served the kids and Johnny first. Johnny helped, getting glasses of juice and a coffee for himself while Rhiannon loaded everything onto a battered old tray table they hadn't used since the last time one of the kids had gotten sick and had to stay in bed. Everything just barely fit onto the tray. Two plates of eggs, toast, a glass of orange juice for Ianto and coffee for Owen, and she was all set.
She carefully lifted the tray and carried it up the stairs. It was a little awkward digging the key to the bedroom door out of the pocket of her dressing gown, but she managed and soon enough she was entering the room and nudging the door shut with her hip.
With one look at the bed, she knew that something was amiss. Ianto was in bed, sleeping peacefully. There was even a small smile on his face. Behind him, practically wrapped around her little brother, was a man who was definitely not Owen. If she'd ever caught Owen holding onto Ianto like that she would have broken his arms. This man, this stranger, was pressed up close against Ianto's back, his arms twined around Ianto and hands resting on his swelled stomach. His hold was possessive, and yet loving. The way he unconsciously nuzzled his face into the back of Ianto's head was affectionate.
He was a looker, that was certain. Who was she kidding? He was bloody gorgeous. Man could have been a model. But that didn't explain who he was or what the hell he was do cuddling up with her little brother.
And he was naked! The duvet was shoved down low, barely covering up to their hips. While she could see the hint of Ianto's pyjama bottoms peeking out from beneath the duvet, she couldn't say the same for the stranger. All she could see was bare skin. That, and the fact that his underwear was lying in a pile of clothes that definitely weren't Ianto's.
Rhiannon turned and carefully placed the tray of food on the chest of drawers. Then she returned to the edge of the bed, purposely stepping over the clothes on her way. She stood over the two sleeping men, staring down at them. She poked the stranger in the shoulder.
Beautiful blue eyes blinked up at her as the stranger rolled onto his back. The duvet slipped a little lower, giving a tantalizing view of bare, creamy flesh. Another inch and he'd be flashing her. A wide, flirtatious grin spread it's way across his face. As he moved, Ianto groaned and shifted back against him.
Rhiannon crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at the beautiful man holding her brother. "Your name had better be Jack or you'll be leaving here with a few less pieces of anatomy," she warned.
If anything, the smile on his face grew wider. "He's talked about me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Is that what you're really going to focus on? Where's Owen? He said he was coming back."
Holding Ianto close to his side with one arm, the stranger propped himself up with his elbow. He smiled charmingly. "Captain Jack Harkness at your service. And I sent Owen home."
"Are you even qualified to look after my brother in his condition?"
"Trust me, I have experience in these matters."
Rhiannon cocked her head to one side. "What sort of experience?"
Jack gave her a look that clearly translated as, 'Wouldn't you like to know?'
Rhiannon snorted. Secretive bastard. "Whatever. Just cover yourself and wake my brother up. I have breakfast."
Jack didn't get a chance to do anything. Beside him, Ianto groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. "Please tell me I'm still asleep and this is some horrible nightmare," he grumbled, his voice muffled somewhat by the pillow.
"No such luck there," Jack said, leaning toward Ianto and kissing his shoulder.
Ianto flinched. Jack didn't appear offended. Instead, he reached up and rubbed a hand over Ianto's shoulder while his other hand was moving in soothing circles on his stomach.
Slowly, Ianto extracted himself from the pillow covering his head. His cheeks were tinged pink as he rolled over onto his back. They reddened further as he adjusted the duvet over Jack, keeping him properly covered while Jack was busy helping him to sit up and pushing a couple pillows behind his back for comfort.
Rhiannon retrieved the tray table and brought it over to the bed. Setting it over Ianto's legs, she caught his eyes before she straightened up again. "We'll be talking about this later," she said.
Jack nudged Ianto with an elbow. "I think that means we're in trouble," he advised, his smirk still fixed in place.
"I'll be talking with you, too," she promised a bit more sternly. She wasn't sure what to make of this man. With a huff, she gestured to the tray. "Since I went to all the trouble of cooking for two, I suppose you could eat the other one." She headed for the door. "Try not to take too long coming down. The kids are already up and eager to get to the gifts."
She left, locking the door behind her. She truly hoped that man was good enough for Ianto.
Ianto sat, poking at his plate of eggs with his fork. He felt dreadfully embarrassed. Rhiannon had walked in on him and Jack in bed together. That Jack was naked, made it all the worse in his mind.
Beside him, Jack was heartily eating his own breakfast. "This is good!" Jack declared in the breath between mouthfuls.
Ianto smiled a little. "She made my favorite," he mumbled, slowly starting to eat his eggs.
"Eggs with ham. Simple. I like it."
"And milk," Ianto said. "Just a little milk mixed in. My Mam used to make them this way. Rhi said it was the only way I would ever eat them when I was little."
Jack hummed. "I never had eggs mixed with milk before. I like mine with onions and some mushrooms. Mushrooms were hard to come by on Boeshane." He shrugged. "The land was mostly desert and ocean and being a colony world we didn't get much help from off-world. Not many ships passed by. But sometimes a shipment of goods would come in. My brother hated them, so Mom would make it just for me."
"You have a brother?" Ianto asked. He finished off the last of his eggs and took a swallow of orange juice.
The clatter of Jack's fork hitting his plate drew Ianto's attention. He worried at the expression on the man's face. "Had," Jack replied, his voice soft. He placed his empty plate back onto the tray. "I lost him a very long time ago."
"I'm sorry." Ianto fiddled with his juice glass before putting it down. "I didn't intend to bring up any bad memories."
Jack's hand settled on his cheek, his thumb rubbing across the stubble there. He leaned in and kissed Ianto on the corner of the mouth. "I know you didn't." He kissed him again, using his fingers to urge Ianto to turn enough to catch his lips properly.
Ianto almost melted at the first tender caress. He brought his own hand up to Jack's throat, wrapping his fingers around the back of his neck, bringing him closer. Parting his lips, he accepted Jack's tongue, lapping at it with his own eagerly. He'd missed Jack, missed his kisses and his touch. His heart was fluttering as the kiss deepened and he moaned, trying to shift closer, wanting more contact, more kisses, more Jack.
His knee struck the tray table, jostling it. Jack lashed out, catching the edge with his hand and keeping it from toppling over. As it was, the juice glass wobbled a bit, and a splash of liquid slopped over the edge of the forgotten half-empty coffee cup.
"I think we'd better move this," Jack advised, bending forward to move the table to the end of the bed.
Ianto's mouth went dry as the motion exposed more tantalizing views of tanned skin to his greedy eyes. He must have made some sort of noise, because Jack turned to look over his shoulder, a wicked smirk on his face. With a delicate touch, Ianto ran the pads of his fingertips down along the Captain's back, tracing each bump of his spine down and down and then even further down into the crevice of his buttocks.
The sound Jack made was positively sinful. He arched his back and moaned, the sound going immediately to Ianto's cock. Ianto tried to surreptitiously alleviate the discomfort in his sleep pants, but Jack moved suddenly. He cast the duvet to the end of the bed, narrowly missing the tray table, and threw his leg over Ianto, straddling his knees. In that same swift movement, he caught up Ianto's hand from where it had been adjusting himself. He licked Ianto's fingers, then took the thumb into his mouth, sucking happily as he moaned again.
"Jack, we can't," Ianto groaned, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from the temptation that was a naked and quite eager Captain Jack Harkness unabashedly rocking his hardness against Ianto's stomach.
Jack let Ianto's thumb slip out of his mouth with a wet pop. He reached down and caressed Ianto's own manhood through the constriction of his pyjamas, making him gasp and buck into the touch. "I think you're more than capable," Jack grinned, squeezing just enough to make Ianto's eyes roll back.
Ianto bit his lip. It would be so easy to give in, to allow Jack to have his fun. But this wasn't his room, wasn't his bed. He was a guest in this house.
God, Jack was so beautiful. How could he say no?
With some effort, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Jack's wrist. "Jack, please. This is my sister's bed. I can't. Not here."
Jack pulled away immediately. "I understand," he said with a soft smile. He leaned over and kissed Ianto again, a short, quick peck before he whispered against his lips, "How about I help you to the bathroom and give you my Christmas present there?" He nudged his cock against Ianto's stomach.
"In the shower?" Ianto murmured, images racing through his brain.
Jack hummed thoughtfully. "I like the way your mind works, Mr. Jones. Come on, it'll be fun."
Ianto nodded and allowed Jack to help him up. Jack swiftly dressed himself. Before Ianto could wrap his mind around what was happening, the ring to conceal his stomach had been slipped onto his finger and Jack had helped him into a dressing gown. Then he was hustling Ianto out of the room.
Scene Edited Due to Sexual Situations. You can find the unedited version on my site with all the best bits intact. The address can be found in my profile.
Together they sank to the floor of the shower with Ianto sitting mostly on Jack's lap. He hooked his legs around Jack's body, content with the intimacy between them. He bowed his head to the Captain's shoulder, curling his arms around him.
"I wish we could stay like this," Ianto murmured, basking in the fading remnants of the euphoria that made his skin tingle still.
Jack kissed his shoulder. "Your family's waiting."
Ianto groaned. Jack was right, of course. Still, he would have liked to enjoy the afterglow a bit more. With shaking limbs, and Jack's help, he managed to disengage himself from Jack's lap and get up. "I hope you realize you've completely worn me out already."
Jack only grinned. "That only means we can have a cuddle after the presents are opened."
"You're incorrigible."
To his delight, Jack took care of washing every inch of him, spoiling him rotten no doubt, but Ianto couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. When they climbed from the cooling shower, Jack bundled him in a towel and began to vigorously dry him.
"When will you be leaving?" Ianto asked as Jack helped him dress.
"This afternoon. I gave Owen the morning off. When he gets here, I'll leave you in his capable hands," Jack said, tying the sash of Ianto's dressing gown.
Ianto caught his hands as they finished the knot. He couldn't look up to meet the man's eyes. "Could you come back?" he asked softly.
Fingers tipped his chin up. Ianto felt himself blush at the warmth in the Captain's eyes. "If you want me to."
Ianto nodded, eagerly and yet embarrassed. "Yes, I do. I-I've missed you."
Jack kissed him, deeply and thoroughly. "I'll see what I can do. If I can't, I'll be back in the morning."
Ianto tried to hide his disappointment, but it must have shown in his eyes. Jack's fingers caressed his freshly shaved cheek. "Sorry," Ianto said.
"Don't be sorry. I'll do everything I can to be back here tonight." He kissed Ianto again. "I've missed you, too. My bunk's never felt so lonely before."
Ianto felt his heart melt a little. "You're more than welcome to join me any time you like."
Jack took his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Come on, I think your niece and nephew have waited long enough, don't you?"
Ianto chuckled. "They'll be driving Rhiannon and Johnny mental."
"Let's go rescue them." He tugged on Ianto's hand and led him from the room. Ianto couldn't help but think he would rather face a pack of rampaging Weevils than introduce Jack to his family. Immortal or not, he wasn't sure Jack would survive it.
To Be Continued ...