Chapter Five

Jack woke first, it was early—the sun hadn't quite come up yet, Ianto was curled against his side, head resting over his heart, one hand wrapped possessively over Jack's waist, the other stuffed under the pillows. Their legs entwined under the duvets. Jack couldn't get over how young and peaceful Ianto looked when he was fast asleep, chest rising slowly and evenly. Jack glanced across Ianto's body to the clock—6:55AM, the youngest kids would probably be awake soon.

Jack gently traced his fingers over Ianto's shoulder and arm, scraping lightly with his fingernails as he considered all that was before him. It had been a long time since he'd felt this alive. This happy.

"Mmm, keep doin' 'at an' you'll start somethin'. Don' wanna 'plain why mam has to do laundry." Slurred Ianto, causing Jack to smirk.

Jack chuckled playfully, slipping other hand under the covers and he gently cupped his lover, causing Ianto to gasp, his eyes shooting open. "Jack—" He bit off the yell just in time and managed a quiet hiss of pleasure. "My parents are in a room down the hall."

Jack grinned. "Oh I know. Don't worry; I'll behave—reasonably, though I did bring condoms."

Ianto rolled his eyes as he looked at his lover. "Jack—"

"It's six in the morning on Christmas, shouldn't I get at least one present?" Whined Jack quietly.

"Oh you're getting a present."

Jack's eyes were dilated as he trailed his fingers down and over Ianto's bare chest, Ianto's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as Jack's fingers tickled the hem of his pants before dipping into them. Ianto wasn't going to deny the fact that he'd been dying to throw Jack up against a wall for nearly two days now—the shower before they'd left had been quick, though fun, Ianto wanted slow.

"I swear to god Jack—"

"That's fine, you'll be swearing to me by the time I've finished with you." Jack purred as he nudged Ianto's neck with his nose, nipping and licking all the way up. Jack rolled over until he was inches from Ianto's face, straddling his narrow hips, their erections pressed together. "Just keep it down." Jack murmured as he reached under the blankets and came back up moments later with Ianto's pajamas and boxers.

Shaking his head in disbelief at what he was about to do, Ianto moved his own hands under the covers and slipped his hands into Jack's pants, causing his counterpart to let out a brief gasp. "We'll be playing fair." Ianto grinned, knowing it was his fault, his mother had said Ianto should sleep with Jack after that song; that it wouldn't be a problem. Ianto should have known he couldn't possibly wake up with Jack in his arms and not end up having sex.

Pants and boxers on the floor on the other side of the bed, Ianto reached into his bedside drawer, cursing as it was just out of reach, he all but shoved Jack off, causing him to chuckle as Ianto pulled out two condoms.

"Lube?" Jack questioned quietly.

"I didn't bring any, believe it or not I was hoping to behave."

"Ianto, seriously?"

Rolling his eyes Ianto grinned. "Oh I'm sure you'll have no problems finding a way."

Jack grinned from ear to ear as he dipped under the covers, Ianto restrained himself from crying out as Jack's mouth wrapped around his cock. Ianto's hands were wrapped around the sheets, knuckles going white as Jack brought him to the precipice, before backing off just slightly. Jack popped back up, mindful of his own cock already bobbing against his belly. Jack tore one of the foil packets open. Ianto, however, removed it from his hands and slid it over Jack's penis, causing Jack to shoot out and grab Ianto's hands. "Don't move." He whispered, shaking with all the control he had to keep from losing it.

Ianto grinned as he waited—he'd done this to Jack, he brought Jack to the brink on a daily basis, drove him nuts, turned him on and loved every moment of it. Finally, Ianto slipped the condom over the engorged penis, and then gently slid behind Jack. His own cock still damp from Jack's spit, Ianto sucked on his fingers for a moment before slipping two into Jack. Then a third, he didn't wait long, removing his fingers, he lined up and guided his cock into Jack. Both men gasped with pleasure as they remained still. Ianto began a steady rhythm, moments later, both being silent as they released themselves. Ianto collapsed into Jack's arms, removing the condom from Jack and tossing it in the bin, making a mental note to remove it before his mother got a chance to see it.

"I've been thinking." Jack began moments later after they'd both caught their breath.

"Hmm, don't hurt yourself."

"Ass." replied Jack. "Seriously though—we're in the year 2010 pretty quick here—We've been engaged for a little over six months."

"Jack—"

"I'm not calling it off, and I'm certainly not trying to rush it, I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to get married in a year or so? If you still want to—that is."

Ianto couldn't help but laugh as he snuggled closer to his lover. "Yes I still want to—how about October—I've always loved that month. It won't take too much to get everything pulled together quickly."

"October it is, date?"

"Always quite fond of the 15, but that's just me."

"Ianto Jones, you've got yourself a wedding date for October 15, 2010. We're going to get married."

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For nearly an hour Jack and Ianto just talked, they'd put their pants back on around seven-thirty when they heard footsteps in the hallway. It had apparently been a false alarm. Ianto offered quietly that it was likely the adults had all but threatened the children with bodily harm if they were up before eight.

"Yan—how come you don't look anything like your da'?"

Ianto smirked as he traced lines along Jack's abs. "I was wondering when you'd notice. Tad isn't my father. Don't know who is actually. My mam married my Tad, Gareth about six months before I was born. Never knew anyone other than him obviously, but I knew I was different early on. I was six or seven when they told me I wasn't Gareth's son. Tad already had Carys, Arwyn and Sean by that time, and he'd just lost his wife about a year earlier so I just became another member of the family. By the time Livi came it was a thing of the past, so we didn't tell her until she took genetics at the Uni. It's a long time to keep a secret—but it didn't matter to the family."

"And you have no idea who you're father was?" Jack questioned.

Ianto shrugged. "No, mam always said he was something of a traveler. She never said bad things about him—in fact any time she's ever talked about him she said he was wonderful and loving. But never gave me a name, nothing, I always just assumed she didn't want me to leave her to go looking for him."

"No name at all?"

"I don't think so—there was one time she let something slip, it'd been a bad day and she was exhausted, I was having a horrible day as well, Arwyn had run away I remember sneakin' downstairs after my bedtime."

Eight year old Ianto Jones moved into the living room, watching his mother sit on the settee silently, a glass of wine sat next to her, a book in her hands, but Ianto could see she wasn't reading it. In fact she just seemed to be staring at the fireplace.

"Mama?" He whispered.

She snapped out of her haze and glanced over at her son, he was so handsome, even for an eight year old. Placing her book down she held out her arms, welcoming him into her arms. "How are you?" She asked as he climbed onto the settee and settled into her lap.

"Arwyn isn't comin' back is she, mama?"

Maggie sighed, feeling her eyes well up with tears, she'd been abandoned so many times before, but this was different. This was her daughter—step daughter, but still one of her children. "No Cariad, I don't think so." She sighed again softly as her son rested his head against her shoulder. She leaned into him, placing her cheek against his head. "Your daddy would have set her right from the beginning."

"Tad?"

She shook her head. "No baby, remember me tellin' you about your real dad? He was a Doctor, and so brilliant. Full of energy and life, so sweet, little cheeky."

Jack felt his heart skip a beat as Ianto described his father—it was the Doctor, she'd all but told her son without even thinking about it. Jack was about to comment when a knock came on the door, it opened moments later, Billie and Katie stepped into the room, Billie had covered her little sister's eyes with her hand and her own eyes as well.

Ianto rolled his eyes at the sight. "Oi you two! We're dressed."

Billie split her fingers apart briefly then giggled as she and Katie took a running leap onto the bed a moment later. Jack caught Katie in his arms, tickling her and smiling at the shriek she let out moments later.

"Come in here and disturb the peace, no respect!" Ianto joked as he tickled his nieces.

"Uncle!" cried Billie, almost kicking Ianto where it hurt. He caught her foot just in time, whirled her around gently and pulled her into his arms.

"What have you two devils been up to?" Jack questioned as he lifted Katie into his arms and pressed a kiss to her head.

"Breakfast!" cheered Katie.

"Did you two help Grandma make breakfast?"

"I did—Katie just dropped an egg on the floor." Mumbled Billie.

Ianto shook his head, he knew there were times Billie didn't like having a little sister; she'd loved being the only child even if only for two years. Jack smirked softly as he looked at Ianto. "Hey Katie, why don't you take Uncle Yan downstairs and get ready for breakfast and Christmas!" He said, his voice full of excitement.

Katie scooted out of Jack's lap and allowed herself to be swept into Ianto's arms. Billie remained on the bed, watching as Ianto grabbed a hooded sweatshirt and left the two alone in the room. "I had a baby brother." Jack whispered.

Billie looked over her shoulder at him, surprised. Scooting closer she looked at him sincerely, she hadn't quite hit it off with Jack yet, she liked him but she wasn't sure she was ready to share her Uncle Yan yet. Not that she ever had a choice. "I don't hate her." Whispered Billie softly.

Jack's eye brows rose, reaching over he pulled Billie into his lap, cuddling her as close as he would let her. "I didn't think you did. But I know what it feels like to not be the center of attention or affection anymore. I understand what it's like to watch your mam and dad play with Christopher or Katie, while you sometimes get forgotten or to never get alone time with them."

"Do you get along with your brother?"

Jack felt his heart ache at that question. "My little brother was taken away from me at a very young age. Billie, I'm not saying that your sister is ever going to be taken away. I know she annoys you sometimes, and so does Chris, but one day they're going to be all you have. You may not understand right now, but they look up to you."

"Really?"

Jack nodded seriously. "Yep, so I'll make you a deal. Next time you get really frustrated of your little sister, or feel like your little brother is made of annoying, you call up your Uncle Jack or Yan and we'll talk for awhile."

"Really!?" She jumped, no partner of Ianto's had ever paid attention to her.

"Really! And I'll make you another deal, when your mam and dad think you're ready, you can come visit us in Cardiff for a weekend. We'll make it into a Billie weekend!"

"And I don't have to share you with Chris or Katie?"

Jack shook his head. "At least not until they're older, and then we'll let you guys decide if you want to come as a group or just alone."

Billie wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. "You make Uncle Yan happy. I like you."

Jack chuckled softly and hugged the little girl back, praying he'd be lucky enough to have one just like her. "I like you too cupcake, now why don't I grab a shirt and we'll go down and join the party!"

"YAY!" she cheered as Jack slipped out of the bed, grabbed one of Ianto's Uni shirts and pulled it over his head. He squatted down beside the bed, a moment later he had Billie on his back for a piggy back ride as they made their way downstairs. Jack shouting Christmas songs all the way down.