Torchwood: Divergence
Book One: Dychwelyd

Chapter 9

Jack's sense of time told him that it was around half past midnight, and he glanced over at the young Welshman sharing the bed. This was the Ianto he was used to seeing.

After they'd had their coffee, Jones had asked if the older man would please spot him so he could shower. With his strength still wavering and balance not yet what it should be, he'd been worried about becoming a statistic by falling in the bath. So, Harkness had happily kept a cautious though appreciative eye on the younger brunette while he'd cleaned up. Fifteen minutes later, the towel clad twenty-six-year-old had wearily brushed his teeth, declared himself "less than horrific" and they'd headed for bed.

Jack had given his partner a pair of briefs to wear for the night since he'd decided the recently acquired pyjamas needed washing, stripped down to his own pants and gotten them both settled with the lights dimmed. Ianto had been out in mere moments, and the former Time Agent had simply been watching him sleep for the past two and a half hours. Not a bad way to spend the evening by his reckoning. And he currently found himself propped up on one elbow, smiling as he rememorized the Archivist's features, again noticed the slight curl to his hair now that it was freed from the pull of its earlier length, and basically just marvelled at having him alive after what had happened with the 456. Harkness had the uncontrollable urge to kiss the younger man, and carefully leaned over to brush the Welshman's lips with his own.

"Six..." Ianto murmured when his partner eased back to his original position, managing to startle the older man. "High marks for stealth, but far too light and quick to earn more."

"I was trying not to wake you," Jack chuckled. "And I think it was at least an eight."

"Nope," Jones insisted with a disappointed sigh, making the p sound at the end of the word pop slightly which made his companion grin. "Definitely a six. Though I supposed you could try it again and see if there's any improvement."

The Captain took up the challenge, pushing back the covers and shifting so he could slide one hand under the back of the Archivist's neck and run the other down his bare chest, toying with the light dusting of dark hair there.

"Let's try for a ten," he suggested with a wicked gleam in his eyes, then claimed the younger man's mouth in a bruising kiss.

Ianto responded to the contact by wrapping his arms around his partner's waist and surrendering completely. The other man's tongue teased his lower lip, and he obligingly allowed it to slip past his teeth to meet his own, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate with each passing second. It seemed like an eternity since he'd felt Jack's hands on him like this, and tired or not, he didn't want him to stop. When it seemed like the older brunette was preparing to pull away, Jones started kissing him instead, urging him to stay close. Finally, Harkness eased back, trailing kisses down the side of the twenty-six-year old's throat.

"If we don't stop now, I'm gonna do something you may not be up to yet," he panted, meeting the Welshman's bright-eyed gaze. "And I don't have any of our old party favours handy."

"Don't care..." Ianto insisted breathlessly, purposefully shifting so that the edge of his left hip pressed against his companion's crotch and nudged the growing bulge there, making the older brunette groan and twitch. "Please... I want to be completely yours again, Jack. I need to be... to really know I'm alive..."

He was absolutely one hundred percent serious, the Captain could see it in his blue-grey eyes, hear it in his voice... and self-control in the bedroom had never been the former Time Agent's strong suit. So, he used one hand to flip the covers down to the end of the bed, stole another quick kiss, then started to divest them both of their briefs.

"Just don't complain later if you can't sit down for two days again," Harkness grinned.

"Less talk, more touch," Ianto growled softly, making his partner laugh.

"Man, have I missed you," Jack chuckled, then settled to the erotic business at hand, happy to spend the rest of the night exactly the way Jones had suggested.

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AN: One more after this I think, so no one feels cheated until my laptop comes back.
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