A/N: So thanks so much to DarqueQueen7 who pointed out to me that when I replaced Chapter Two with a version in which I changed a slight mistake I accidentally replaced it with chapter three. So, if you remember reading the same chapter twice than you can go back and read the real second chapter now. Thanks!
"Can I feel it?"
"Are you propositioning me underneath an ice cap?" Ianto asked in disbelief. They were currently wrapped in a blanket underneath a huge outcropping of a frozen wave: their backs resting in the curve of the trough of the wave.
Jack laughed, "That sounds like me, but no. The turn of the planets: you made it seem like you could feel them."
Ianto tilted his head up to meet Jack's eyes. He flipped his over so he was lying on top of Jack: their bodies aligned and touching from toe to forehead. Their lips were a scant breath apart and brushed against each other as Ianto spoke, "I think so. Take a deep breath."
Ianto pressed his lips firmly against Jack's and as they kissed he focused his psychic link on Jack allowing him to feel the quick horizontal spin of the planet: the turn of the tiny rock beneath their twined bodies as it spun at a billion kilometers per hour beneath their feet surrounded by the emptiness of space. Jack gasped against Ianto's mouth as the vertigo hit, but kept his fingers linked with Ianto's as the world whirled with them.
"It's incredible," Jack breathed against Ianto's hot mouth. He could feel the suffering of the Time War echoed through him. Despite all that pain, Jack could feel himself getting hard. The overwhelming need to ground them to the planet filled Jack's being to the core. He slid a leg between Ianto's and began rutting up against him. There would be a time for beds and slow tantric sex, but this wasn't about that. They set a frantic pace: cocks pressing together through layers of clothing. Hands quickly shoved into trousers.
Ianto cupped Jack's balls roughly inside his pants but kept one hand linked in his own, pinned above Jack's head. Jack's other hand slid down the back of Ianto's trousers: squeezing and molding his firm pert arse with his big hand. Ianto moaned wantonly as Jack slid a finger against his flexing sphincter. He managed to slide his hand around to give Jack a return squeeze to his engorged prick.
"It's too much," Jack whimpered as he pressed hot open mouthed kisses to the hollow of Ianto's throat. He could feel Ianto's twin hearts beating beneath through their clothes.
Ianto rubbed the palm of his hand linked with Jack's and managed to gasp out, "Do you want me to let go?"
"Don't you dare," Jack replied with a moan as Ianto nipped at his jaw line teasingly. He arched his back, the motion causing his dick to rub harder against Ianto's warm calloused hand. Jack squeezed Ianto's hand tightly as he felt his release build. Their hands moved out of trousers and rubbed against sweaty backs. They undulated against each other in a fast paced frenzy.
"Oh, God, Fuck." Jack shouted and moaned and sighed.
"No time," Ianto ground out, lifting and rolling his hips just so against Jacks. Their lips met again in a clash of teeth and tongue. This wasn't fucking and it wasn't making love, but it was exactly what they needed.
Their hoarse voices reached a screaming crescendo as they released at exactly the same time: neither caring at that moment that they were coating the inside of their trousers with warm white sticky fluid. Jack gasped and released Ianto's hand as he came hard. He fell back to Earth slowly, and the world began to fall back into place with them.
Moments past while they lay twined together in a sticky puddle of sweaty limbs and soaked pants. Jack's breathing slowed and he began pressing kisses against Ianto's cheek, "You're brilliant."
Ianto laughed breathlessly, "Yes, now that I'm a Time Lord, I'm suddenly interesting."
Jack pressed his lips to Ianto's reddened nose, "You were always interesting. It's just a new sort of interesting."
Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled Jack closer to him, "Yes. The life of a Welsh archivist is fascinating stuff. I should write an autobiography."
Jack rolled onto his side and pulled Ianto into the curve of his body and flinging his arm protectively against his abdomen. He buried his nose in the younger man's hair and pulled the heavy blanket tightly around them muttering: "Wake me up when we have to move."
Ianto scooted back a bit closer to Jack, fitting his arse right up against Jack's spent cock. His eyes fluttered closed and the comfort of Jack's warm form behind him sent him straight into a peaceful doze. They had other things to discuss before things could go back to normal, but for now they were both content to nap in each other's arms after experiencing joint mind-blowing orgasms.
They were woken by the sun shining off the peaks of ice and glaring into their eyes. Jack chuckled as he awoke, his shaking ribs waking Ianto, "Slept a bit later than we intended I see."
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut tightly and rolled over so he was facing Jack. He burrowed his head in Jack's chest to block out the sun, muttering against his shirt, "Sun sets and rises four times per earth day so it hasn't really been that long. More sleep."
Jack kissed the top of Ianto's head: "You don't even need sleep and the Doctor will be along shortly to get us."
"Sleep helps me acclimate," Ianto replied sleepily, "Doctor said so himself."
Jack rubbed the hair at the nape of Ianto's neck between the pads of his fingers, "I'm fine to stay here for awhile, but I have one requirement."
Ianto groaned and rubbed his head against Jack's hand, "I'm probably going to regret this but ask your questions: just don't stop doing that."
"Your father," Jack stated plainly, "Why did you lie?"
Ianto wrapped his leg around Jack's leg as he quietly started to explain, "I don't know where to begin, because I don't really understand where the beginning is anymore. So, I guess I will start by saying that you weren't the only one I lied to about my Father. The master tailor story was created by Rhiannon and me when we were young.
Our Father was an alcoholic and when he drank he got angry and when he got angry he took it out on me. He was out of work more often than he was working which meant I had to get it for him. I had two jobs but those paychecks weren't enough to satisfy his addiction. I had to steal: that's where the 'minor conviction for shoplifting in my teens' came from.
Rhiannon did what she could to protect me and to keep us together as a family. So we lied, because that's what it took. Sometimes she couldn't protect me and I would end up with a broken arm or I would end up naked in the snow for a few hours. Sometimes when he hit me he would tell me I wasn't his son. I wanted more than anything to find out that this statement was true. I used to lie in my bed at night and pray to a God I didn't think existed for a way out.
Then he died and I ran away as fast as I could and I didn't look back until Canary Warf. It was easy enough to continue that lie Rhiannon and I created all those years ago, because nobody ever asks. If you throw out a few comments here and there, create the appearance of an open book, nobody will ask more because they think they know the whole story."
By the end of Ianto's recitation his voice was cracking and silent tears were pouring down his face. Jack kept stroking the nape of Ianto's neck as he slowly began to kiss away his tears, "Ianto."
Jack was crying too. They huddled together, clinging to that sense of belonging they had achieved at the peak of their orgasms and Jack told him about the year that never was. They swapped abuse/torture stories: fully aware of how morbid it was to do so. They talked until the sun had risen and set two more times: cocooned in their own ice bubble.
"We keep having all of these emotionally charged and draining conversations," Ianto said as they made their way back to the TARDIS, "But we have yet to discuss the future. What is going to happen to Torchwood?"
Jack shrugged noncommittally, "Gwen did fine in my absence before. I see no reason for this time to be any different."
"Last time she wasn't pregnant and she had me to keep the HUB running. I'm the only one other than you who knew all of the standard protocols and pass codes and secrets such as Flat Holm.
"Well know there's no HUB so we don't have to worry about it falling apart without you," Jack replied brightly.
"Jack," Ianto warned.
The aforementioned Jack let out a huffy breath: "Look, we both know that you have to stay with the Doctor for awhile and I know that there is no way in any hell dimension that I would go back to Torchwood without you. Besides we can wait a thousand years in our timelines and still pop back to see Gwen the day after I took off."
Ianto frowned, "We could wait a thousand years, but you wouldn't overcome the guilt until you went back and you would come to resent me for it."
"I would never – "Jack started to protest, but a knowing look from Ianto caused him to stop. Instead his face grew hard and he said firmly: "I'm not leaving you."
A weak smile greeted him: "Maybe we could convince the Doctor to come with us for awhile."
"He doesn't like being tied down," Jack replied.
"He loves the running though. There's lots of running with Torchwood. I make sure of it because your coat looks amazing when you're running." Ianto smirked, his eyes slanting sideways to check the expression on Jack's face.
Jack rolled his eyes and asked: "Just the coat?"
Ianto shrugged and laughed at Jack, "Maybe you too."
Jack grinned smugly and pulled open the door to the TARDIS, "Maybe we can convince him to stay for awhile. He's saved the world so many times and he never stays for very long. He should see what he's saving. Maybe he could buy a house with a little yard: the Doctor loves houses and yards."
"Not in the way you love offices I presume."
Jack looked thoughtful, "Well maybe…"
"Well," considered Ianto, "At least having a house kink wouldn't end with me getting my left arse cheek punctured by ten staples."
Jack chuckled, "You would have only had one staple if you had told me, but instead of stopping you just kept yelling harder. I think we can safely assume that was your fault."
"It was your fault we were even near a stapler. I told you plainly that your office kink was not to be permitted on our date."
"True," Jack permitted. His eyes went glassy in remembrance and his cock twitched against his still damp pants. After a moment he jerked towards Ianto with a look of tremendous concern as he asked: "Do you think that photocopy of your butt survived the HUB explosion?"