Artificial sunlight began to lighten the room in which Ianto and Jack were cuddled snugly on the bed, their legs intertwined and their bodies wrapped around each other so tightly that an outside observer would struggle to determine which limbs belonged to which man. Jack had been awake for a few hours now and was staring at the peaceful face of his bed partner. He was rememorizing every line and dip of the man's face, committing every centimeter to memory.
"Jack, stop looking at me and go back to sleep." Ianto mumbled, pulling Jack's face down closer to his own and rolling even closer to the aforementioned insomniac.
"I don't have to sleep," Jack replied cockily, "I'm brilliant."
"Sleep is brilliant." Ianto's welsh tones were harsher with sleep, "Just because you don't have to sleep doesn't mean that you shouldn't do it."
"Some things are more important than sleep," Jack replied, brushing aside a lock of Ianto's hair.
"Only coffee and shagging," Ianto's mumble had regressed to being almost incomprehensible.
Jack's chest shook against Ianto's body as he laughed deeply and roughly, "You're just talking out of your perfect arse right now aren't you."
"Might be that," Ianto's eyes fluttered open slightly, but the light caused him to groan and shut them tightly again, "Not getting up."
Jack ordered the lights off, "Okay, you win, but when we do get up you're explaining to me how exactly you became a Time Lord."
Ianto nodded and yawned and lifted his head without thinking so that Jack could flip the pillow to the cold side, a habit that Ianto had forced himself to forget but now made him smile as his body reacted naturally to being with Jack again, and Jack preferred the cold side. Ianto was about to drift back off into sleep when he heard Jack say to him: "I was dreaming about you."
Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack looking directly into them: "You do know that I told you to never bring up that conversation again and now you've brought it up twice."
"It was sweet," Jack insisted.
"You were unconscious. I thought that you couldn't hear me."
Jack grinned playfully at Ianto and stole a kiss, "Well I'm glad I could hear you."
"Your breath is atrocious. Not unlike your manners in bed," was Ianto's cheeky reply.
Jack snorted, "I can't believe that you almost told Gwen about the time that – "
"Ah!" A loud furious scream echoed from down the hallway.
Jack made to roll out of bed to investigate, but Ianto stilled his movement, "It's just John."
"He could be in trouble," Jack protested and tried to pull away until he saw the tiny smirk on Ianto's face, "What did you do?"
"He left his coat on the floor," Ianto replied innocently, "I'm sure that it's just finding its way back to him."
Jack laughed and pressed his lips against the smirk on Ianto's face and was pleased to have Ianto respond to the kiss. Jack nibbled Ianto's bottom lip gently and then swiped across the area with his tongue. Ianto moaned at the duel sensation of Jack's tongue entering his mouth and his warm hands sliding down his back. Jack traced along the familiar line of Ianto's shoulder blade as he plundered the younger man's mouth.
Ianto pulled away with a gasp, "You're addicting."
"It's the pheromones," Jack breathed, leaning in for another kiss.
A gentle push stopped Jack and Ianto reluctantly climbed out of bed before his willpower could wane again, "I had no idea how firm my self control became in your absence."
Jack groaned loudly at the loss of Ianto's warm form and he propped himself up on one elbow to watch Ianto as he moved about, "I think I liked it better when your self-control was on par with mine: more often than not it led to shagging in the Hub."
Ianto rolled his eyes as he stripped off his boxers, "I'm going to take a shower."
A pair of blue eyes ogled Ianto's firm buttocks, "Is you getting naked in front of me an invitation for me to join you in the shower?"
Ianto closed the door firmly and loudly behind him, effectively letting Jack know that he was expected to remain in bed. Jack rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling as he dropped his hand down his body until it drifted across the slight bit of hair the dusted down from his belly button before disappearing under his waistband. Jack's hand followed the trail as he pictured Ianto soaping himself up three meters away.
It had been a long time since Jack had gripped his swollen member: he hadn't had any sort of social interaction since a rushed meeting with Ianto in the Hub Two. Jack hadn't gone this long without sex since he was a child growing up on the Boeshane Peninsula so it was a great relief when he began slowly fisting his turgid cock.
Jack slid his boxers down to his ankles so that he could better cup his balls with his one hand and caress them firmly as he twisted his other hand around his penis, which was now damp with pre cum and a slight sheen of sweat, pumping furiously. He could feel his balls start to tighten and his toes spread in pleasure when the lavatory door opened to reveal a completely nude and sopping wet Ianto Jones.
The sight of the naked, half-hard, dripping young Welshman was enough to put Jack over the edge. He let out a primal cry of pleasure and his back arched off the bed as a thick smattering of white fluid shot out onto his bare chest. Jack's body shook pleasantly as he came down from his orgasm and he looked at the younger man with a sheepish grin on his face. Ianto's eyes were lidded with desire as he stared at the drops of cum littering Jack's hard abdomen and his softening cock.
Ianto forced his eyes up to meet Jack's darkened lust-filled eyes, let out a strangled whimper, and rushed back into the lavatory. Jack stretched languidly across the bed and called out to him in the hoarse tones his voice acquired after strenuous sexual activity, "You could have taken care of that out here. I wouldn't have minded watching."
"Wanker," Ianto called back.
"So says the man wanking," Jack teased.
Ianto chose not to reply so Jack closed his eyes and listened to the hushed moans Ianto was making behind the door as he took care of the pressing issue caused by seeing Jack take care of his pressing issue. Jack smiled to himself as he heard Ianto let out a particularly loud cry that signified his release. A few moments later Ianto reappeared and began dressing without looking over towards Jack, "Do you have anything to wear?"
"Everything is back on the ship," Jack replied as he exited the bed with the fluid grace of a predatory jungle cat.
"I'll go have a look in the Wardrobe to see if there is anything suitable to go with your coat. We'll have to stop at a launderette to get the coat cleaned. It looks like it's been through a battering since I last took it to one." Ianto rambled absentmindedly as he buttoned up his vest.
Jack took one of Ianto's suit jackets off a hanger and helped him slide his arms into the sleeves. He brushed his hand over the shoulder, making sure that the collar was flat, and then took control over tying Ianto's tie, "I'm glad to see that you still look good in a suit."
Ianto rolled his eyes and pressed a quick kiss to Jack's cheek, "I'm glad to see you still have that RAF coat that I love."
A fresh pair of boxers, a size to small for Jack, was shoved into his hands. Jack slid them on slowly, teasing Ianto, and the thin white material stretched tightly over his package. Ianto reluctantly tore his eyes away and gathered Jack's coat in his arms. Jack followed the younger man out of the room and towards the Doctor's wardrobe, "So did you make the comment about the TARDIS when you first entered it?"
"What comment?" Ianto asked distractedly as he opened yet another wrong door.
"About it being bigger on the inside," Jack explained.
Ianto shot him an incredulous look, "Obviously it is bigger on the inside: why would I feel the need to comment upon it."
Jack laughed, "What did you say?"
Ianto thought about it for a moment, "I believe that I said: 'oh, good, it has a coat rack'."
Jack gave Ianto an incredulous look, not sure whether or not to believe him. Ianto smiled innocently and began to sift through the large number of clothing racks in attempt to find Jack something suitable to wear. John burst into the room, as Ianto was helping Jack button up a shirt, followed shortly by an irate Doctor. John dove behind the pair ordering imperiously: "Shield me!"
"I want him out!" The Doctor roared.
"I'll go put the coffee on," Ianto decided as he attempted to leave the room, "Let you lot sort this mess out."
"You're not going anywhere," Jack refuted, pulling Ianto back towards him, "Doctor, what happened?"
"Go on. Tell them what I did Doctor," John smirked as he annunciated clearly each syllable of the word 'Doctor' and waggled his eyebrows enticingly. The Doctor blushed and made a hasty retreat muttering some excuse or another. John stretched casually and stated cockily: "He so wants me."
"I don't want to know." Ianto stated decisively. He turned back to the stacks of clothing and after checking the size of a pair of tight jeans he tossed it over to John.
John exclaimed in surprise after sliding on the denims, "Perfect!"
"My Father was a master tailor," Ianto told him as he continued to shuffle through an array of shirts, "I seem to have inherited the family eye."
The smile that had been present on Jack's face all morning suddenly disappeared, "Ianto. Rhiannon told Gwen that your Father worked at Debenhams and the tailor story is just that: a story."
Ianto's open smiling face closed down immediately, "Well, we now know that he wasn't really my Father anyways. I think I will go put on some coffee after all."
Jack watched Ianto leave. He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his artfully teased tresses. He turned to face a laughing John and sneered, "Button up your trousers."
John smirked and slid the jeans lower on his hips, "Now, that was an interesting scene. Seems Eye-Candy has secrets of his own. Maybe I was wrong about who is domesticating whom."
"He's insufferable," Jack tried to explain, "He lectures me about keeping secrets with one breath and in the next he's protecting his own secrets: First he keeps a half-converted cyber man in my basement along with the remnants of a cyber conversion unit, then he's lying about his Father. Then, to top it all off I find out that he's actually a Time Lord. What other secrets is he hiding from me?"
"Well, seeing as he didn't know he was a Time Lord I don't think that you can really blame him for telling you that one," John replied lightly. Then he exhaled and shot a sympathetic look towards Jack, "I spent some time in the 21st century on Earth. Looking around, shagging my way through the population, and watching a lot of bloody television. If there's one thing that I learned from watching daytime soaps it's that you should always chase after people."
"I do love the running." Jack grinned. Ianto was puttering around the kitchen when Jack entered. The Doctor was sitting happily at the table with a cup of steaming coffee and a plate of warm scones.
"Hello Jack," The Doctor said through a mouthful of scone, he seemed to have recovered from his earlier embarrassment once he had some coffee pumping through his veins, "Ianto was just asking me if I could help explain the whole coffee boy suddenly turned Time Lord situation to you."
Jack accepted a mug from a sheepish Ianto and plopped himself down in a chair next to The Doctor, "Did he now?"
"It's all a bit complicated," Ianto said, taking a seat as well, "We don't really know very much."
The Doctor nodded, "We do know that Ianto was only a baby when he was left on Earth: First generation with no inkling of life before he was left there."
"Taking that into consideration we believe that my parents probably brought me to the 21st century as a human child to protect me from the Time War. Then I was adopted by Rhiannon's parents and they became my family," Ianto spoke up.
"What about your Fob watch? I would have seen it if you'd had one."
Ianto pulled out his stopwatch, "Always at the ready."
"It seems to be an altered Fob watch, with a secret compartment that releases the genetic coding. Presumably his parents wanted a better disguise than a watch that would never open. A working stopwatch with a simple explanation such as: it once belonged to his Grandfather, would account for Ianto carrying it around constantly." The Doctor explained.
"Okay, but I saw your dead body. How did you survive? Without the TARDIS you wouldn't have been able to regenerate and even if there was some sort of delayed regeneration you shouldn't look like yourself." Jack commented.
"This is where things get complicated," Ianto sighed, "It was luck I suppose. The Time Lord part of me that was buried underneath the human seeming resisted the virus. So though it suppressed the human life form, and I appeared dead, it was still fighting off the remaining strains of Time Lord. So when the Doctor showed up he opened my stopwatch and then once I had my second heart I was able to completely fight off the virus."
Ianto looked to the Doctor for approval of his explanation. The Doctor nodded and Jack frowned, "So you're still you then? It's not like when the Master used his Fob watch he became a sweet old man? You're still Ianto?"
"Since his memories of being Ianto are the only life he's known, Ianto is who he is and who he always has been." The Doctor told Jack.
"Which is why I don't need a Time Lord name," Ianto winked at The Doctor. He explained to Jack, "That's what we were talking about earlier when he called me 'part time shag'. I told him the only titles I had are that and 'Coffee Boy'. Neither of which are very dignified. Plus I can't go by a name given to me by Owen of all people"
"I believe 'Blip in Time' was also on the table," The Doctor laughed.
Ianto frowned, "That name was my fault."
"I believe I told you that you would never be just a blip in time Ianto Jones." Jack insisted.
Ianto groaned, "That conversation really needs to stop coming up. That's twice in one day now."
"Does any of this connect with the man you thought was your Father?" Jack asked, determined to reach the bottom of his earlier issue.
Ianto shot a frantic glance over at the Doctor and then looked back at Jack. His voice was calm and serious when he said: "Not so much, but it does explain a few things. I promise I will explain it all to you, but perhaps it should wait until tonight. I'd like to tell you alone."
Jack nodded reluctantly, "Alright, but no sex until you tell me what happened."
The Doctor and Ianto both laughed uproariously at that comment. Ianto managed to gasp out during their laughing fit, "Sorry…the idea of you…withholding sex…is just…so ridiculous…"
"What are you laughing about?" John asked petulantly, poking his head in the door.
"Jack just threatened to withhold sex from Ianto," The Doctor laughed. John immediately joined in the laughter despite protests of Jack. After awhile the joke finally stopped being as funny and the hilarity died and they were able to discuss the next phase of their journey.
"I think we should go to Felspoon. It supposedly has mountains that sway in the breeze," The Doctor suggested with a soft smile.
A/N: Sorry for the brief mix up of chapter two getting switched to chapter four. It should be back into place now. Thanks so much for reviewing and adding the story to your watch lists! I still haven't decided if I want Jack and Ianto back at Torchwood or with the Doctor for longer: let me know if y'all have any opinions about it.