Chapter 8: Newlyweds
There were still several bodies lying in the street, and Sherlock tried very hard not look at them. "Where's the car?" he asked.
"Several block away." Jack turned to look at him as Gwen and Ianto caught up. "We were in a bit of a rush to get here."
Sherlock chuckled. "Okay. Come on, John," he said, reaching out to take the boy's hand and following Jack towards where the Black SUV was. Ianto smiled, catching up with Jack and walking next to him.
John couldn't help but blush as Sherlock took his hand, clearly causing the other boy to smirk; Sherlock was glad that something good had come out of the so far very troublesome day.
Ianto glanced back at the teenagers, smiling at them. He nudged Jack surreptitiously in the ribs.
"What?" Jack whispered, lacing his fingers with Ianto's
"They're so cute," Ianto whispered back.
"I know. I get the feeling it's a new development."
Ianto nodded in agreement. "Adorable." He smirked at Jack.
"What?" Jack knew that smirk. It was the "I have a list of different things you can do with a stopwatch" smirk.
"Oh nothing...you just look really good in that coat," he replied, slowly looking Jack up and down, undressing him with his eyes.
"Why thank you, love. Would you like to see me in it later...just it and nothing else," the immortal purred into his lover's ear.
The Welshman shivered, "Very much," he responded. "Now stop distracting me I'm supposed to be working."
"It's a date then."
"I look forward to it."
oOoOo
John leaned into Sherlock. "So, can we talk? About before..."
"Of course, John," Sherlock told him, looking very seriously at the boy.
"I-well I-" Damn, this was going to be harder than he thought. "I got the impression you liked it. Was it...ok?"
Sherlock nodded. "I...I like you a lot, John," he admitted.
Ianto, eavesdropping on the conversation gave Jack a look like he had just seen a cute little dog on the street.
"I could never tell. I mean, I've always felt protective of you, especially from bullies on the playground, but I didn't really let myself realize it until today when I thought I was going to lose you," John replied, feeling like his heart was going to burst from his chest.
Jack caught the look and grinned, motioning for Ianto to stay quiet.
Sherlock nodded. "I was afraid of losing you too, I just...you've been the only person who's been my friend all these years. I didn't want to ruin anything."
John nodded, heart sinking. "So, you want to just stay friends?" Please no, don't zone me, please Sherlock.
"No. I just never acted on it before because I thought you didn't like me back," the taller boy amended. "No, definitely not."
John was grinning; he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. The blonde laced his fingers with Sherlock's, making their holding hands that much more intimate. "Good."
Sherlock smiled back, a rare, genuine smile. "Good," he repeated.
oOoOo
They finally reached the car, the boys getting in the back next to each other with Gwen by the other window, Ianto driving and Jack in the passenger seat. As soon as they were moving, John pressed a gentle kiss to Sherlock's cheek, a thank you of sorts. Sherlock blushed a little bit, color coming to his pale face. Slowly, he leaned down and returned the kiss, pressing his lips to John's cheek softly.
It was so innocent and pure, and soon John was the same color as Sherlock. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned and brought the other boy's lips to his, caressing them gently, a much softer echo of the rough kiss in their room. Sherlock kissed back gently, chastely, his first real kiss; he wasn't even going to consider the desperate one in their bedroom as his first since it had been in the heat of the moment when they'd both thought they were going to die.
Ianto kept glancing at the backseat at the rearview mirror and grinning at how adorable they were.
John had only had two girlfriends before, so his knowledge of relationships in general was fairly limited, but he knew how to kiss; that was one trick he'd managed to learn in the past six years. He gently brought his hands up, one to Sherlock's cheek and the other to his thick, unruly curls. Sherlock cautiously wrapped his arms around John's shoulders, pressing his lips to the other boy's slightly more firmly.
Jack's eyes flickered to Ianto then back at Gwen. She was clearly trying hard not to watch, but it was just too tempting, and neither boy seemed to be aware of the Torchwood team in the slightest.
John hummed softly in enjoyment, pressing Sherlock gently against the door; the taller boy always took the window seat, but John never minded...he minded even less now. The blonde moved his lips now, slowly opening Sherlock up to the many ways to kiss and how to use his mouth. Sherlock parted his lips slightly; the sensation was new and overwhelming until he tuned out everything around him that wasn't John Watson. John let his tongue stroke Sherlock's lips gently before slipping between them, moaning into his (boyfriend's?) mouth at the feeling.
Jack raised a finger to his lips, looking pointedly at his lover. Ianto tried to concentrate on the stretch of highway ahead of him but was finding it incredibly difficult...they had a whole two and a half hour drive back to Cardiff.
Sherlock allowed his tongue to dance around John's, moaning softly against his lips. He shifted his hips slightly so that his body was facing John more directly; John was almost in Sherlock's lap now, every nerve in his body on fire. The slow burn of the kiss was driving him mad, and he wanted everything, but no, keep it simple, so he just deepened the kiss, only pressing harder when Sherlock was clearly ok with the current moves.
Jack grinned at Ianto, taking the man's hand and leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Hang in there, love."
John tightened his grip in Sherlock's hair slightly, the hand on Sherlock's face sliding around to the nape of his neck and playing with the shorter curls he found there. He could kiss this boy, this almost man forever. Sherlock decided to be adventurous, moving his tongue into John's mouth and exploring timidly while trying to come off as confident at the same time. John's head rolled back slightly, "God, Sherlock," he whispered. He caught Sherlock's tongue and stroked it with his own before sucking on it gently.
Sherlock whimpered against John's lips, using the hand on John's neck to push him closer; they couldn't seem get close enough, and it was driving John mad. The kissing was fucking phenomenal, and Sherlock definitely snogged better than either of his previous girlfriends. He crawled fully onto Sherlock's lap now, sort of straddling him while holding the sides of the boy's face in his hands. Sherlock sighed, his back arching him into John's chest. He ran his tongue across the roof of John's mouth lightly, trying to experiment to see what John liked. The blonde gasped, shuddering. "Again-more."
Sherlock repeated the motion, bringing his tongue to the back of John's mouth before running it along the grove on the top of his mouth, bringing it forwards until it touched the back of his teeth. John melted into Sherlock, every muscle in his body giving out. He had never realized how sensitive he was there and God, Sherlock's bloody tongue, his freaking tongue.
Finally, unable to ward it off any longer, Sherlock pulled back for air, panting. He rested his forehead against John's and closed his eyes. "You are so brilliant," came the hushed whisper.
John's breathing was ragged as the kiss finally ended. "That was...amazing," he breathed.
Sherlock chuckled. "It certainly was," he agreed. "I wasn't too bad, was I? I've never done that before."
"Are you kidding? You're a natural, Sherlock." John smiled at him, brushing a few curls out of his eyes. "I've never seen someone pick it up that fast."
Sherlock blushed, "Really?" he murmured, "That's good. You were, um, really great," Sherlock told him awkwardly. John flushed with pride. "Don't be nervous," he whispered, leaning in for another kiss just as the car hit a bump in the road, jolting him back to reality and reminding the teen that there were three other people in the car.
Gwen was grinning but looking at the map, and Jack was clearly undressing Ianto with his eyes, glancing back to wink at John. Ianto was smirking. "Almost had to pull the hose on you two."
Sherlock blushed as John slid off his lap, shifting so he could rest his head against the other boy's chest. The blonde shot Ianto a look, feeling bold. "Well, we weren't going to say anything, but I think I should have at least a spray bottle for you two. Jack looks like he is fucking you with his eyes."
Sherlock snorted, covering his mouth with his hand while Ianto blushed slightly, focusing on the road again and smacking Jack playfully on the arm.
John grinned, very pleased with himself as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's chest and snuggled close. Sherlock snaked an arm around John's shoulders in response, holding him tight. John could hear the taller boy's heartbeat finally settling to a normal pace as he held him.
"Hey!" Jack laughed, rubbing his arm. "Looks like we got ourselves a fighter and a thinker. Well...how about that. Tosh was our thinker and Owen...John, you wouldn't happen to be interested in medicine would you?"
John stared. "Yeah, actually, I've always wanted to be a doctor."
Ianto nodded. "What a coincidence."
"It is, actually. I wonder how we got that lucky."
"Maybe it happened for a reason." Sherlock suggested.
"Perhaps," Jack mused, growing bored. "Any ideas of how to pass the time? It's a long ride back to Cardiff."
"Well, I can think of a few." Sherlock smirked at John.
"Oh God, yes" John groaned, and they were back in each other's laps, snogging to beat all; Sherlock smiled into John's lips, feeling spectacular.
Jack heard Ianto groan and he chuckled. "Patience, patience, just remember what you said about my coat...as soon as we get back."
With that, Ianto sped the car up a little.
oOoOo
The boys alternated passionate kisses and embraces the entire rest of the ride, John treasuring one moment in particular where Sherlock discovered just how sensitive his neck was much to the amusement of the others, even interrupting Jack and Ianto's game of 'Yellow Car'.
When they finally arrived outside the unassuming tourist shop in Cardiff, Sherlock took John by the hand and practically bounded out of the SUV. "Wait until you see," he said, bouncing up and down like an excited child.
"See what? Sherlock, it's a gift shop."
"Just come on," Sherlock groaned, dragging John along with him. Ianto led the teenagers into the shop and flipped the switch behind the counter.
Suddenly, John's whole world changed.
Sherlock grinned as they enter the Hub. It looked just as it had from when he was a kid, even down to the pterodactyl flying overhead. John wasn't aware of how low his chin had dropped as he gaped at the room. "Is-is that a-"
"Pterodactyl? Yep, Myfanwy," Ianto confirmed, looking fondly up at the flying creature. John simply stared, eyes sliding over everything and only taking in every few details. "They made you forget all this? That must be a hell of a pill."
Sherlock chuckled darkly. "Yeah, it really is."
Jack clapped his hands. "So, who's hungry? I was going to have Ianto order pizza."
Sherlock shrugged. "I don't eat much, but John didn't today," he said, looking over to his boyfriend.
"I'm good with anything," John said, leaning into Sherlock and poking his stomach. "You realy should eat more, you're just so skinny," he teased. Sherlock flinched and laughed. "I'm never hungry; being full makes it so hard to think," he half-whined.
Jack laughed, clapping both boys on the shoulders. "Ianto, two pies, one cheese and one whatever you want. Then meet me in my office, I have to discuss something with you. Gwen, can you man the shop for the pizza?"
"Sure, Jack." Gwen grinned and winked before heading out.
oOoOo
John continued to hug Sherlock, just enjoying being close to the boy. There was so much he wanted to say, to do. He wanted to kiss Sherlock and to go even further, something he'd never done with his girlfriends. He wanted Sherlock to deduce him, to hear his voice go lower and huskier and know that it was all for him; just the thought of it made his heart race. Sherlock leaned down and kissed John gently on the lips after the rest had gone. "We're alone," he whispered. John smiled, kissing back. "You know, we are. What do you want to do?"
Sherlock brought John over to the couch near the wall, sitting down and kissing him again. It was better than the car, no spectators for one thing. John relaxed into Sherlock's embrace, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. As Sherlock lay back on the couch, he wrapped his long legs around John's hips, bringing him closer. John lowered himself onto Sherlock, straddling him as they kissed. He moaned softly onto the pale boy's mouth when the genius licked the roof of his mouth again.
Sherlock moaned back, the sound muffled in John's mouth; he had wanted this for so long. John cupped Sherlock's face in his hands, not realizing when he slowly started rocking his hips against his friend's. Sherlock's head fell against the arm of the sofa, moaning loudly "Oh god, John," he panted, arching his back. John kept going, rocking them slowly together. "What do you want?" he asked, eyes seeking Sherlock's piercing gaze. Sherlock was a limp mess in John's arms. "I want you, John, right now," he whimpered needily; the boy had never known somebody could make him feel so good.
John raised an eyebrow. "Well, don't want to keep you waiting then." He knew this was their first, well, everything, and he wanted it to be special, but something about Sherlock's voice was going straight to his groin and suddenly they were kissing again as he pulled of Sherlock's scarf and started working on his shirt.
Sherlock helped John, quickly unbuttoning the purple dress shirt to reveal his pale chest. He still had a telltale scar from his childhood, light and pink, travelling in a diagonal across his ribcage. John marveled at the pale skin in a way he hadn't before, leaning down to kiss and caress it and trailing his lips and tongue along the scar.
Sherlock breathing became ragged as John kissed across his chest, moaning the boy's name breathily. John smiled to hear his name on Sherlock's lips. He slid the shirt off the rest of the way and went to remove his jumper. The taller boy helped, moving his hands under John's jumper and tugging it upwards over his head.
As soon as he was free of his jumper and the t-shirt under it, John dove back in and pressed kiss after kiss to his neck. Sherlock held John's head to his skin with one hand, relishing the feeling of the other boys lips against the sensitive skin. John's hands were back in Sherlock's curls, God could they be any softer? He let his teeth grazed the skin as he kissed back up Sherlock's jaw to his lips. "What exactly do you want, Sherlock?"
"I want you to, well, you know." Sherlock said awkwardly, not sure exactly how to word it.
"Make love to you?" John offered.
Sherlock swallowed and nodded. "Yes."
John smiled and gave Sherlock a very tender kiss. "Let's see if we can figure this out, shall we?" He smirked, reaching down to unbutton Sherlock's trousers. Sherlock nodded, helping, suddenly feeling very exposed. John rose long enough to remove his own jeans and pants before bringing Sherlock up to a sitting position. He leaned down and whispered, "Relax."
Sherlock did so, taking a deep breath and relaxing himself. John kissed Sherlock, coming down to kneel in front of the boy. He kissed his way down Sherlock's neck and chest, pausing over his tented boxers. He breathed lightly on the fabric before kissing it gently, glancing up to make sure Sherlock was ok. Sherlock closed his eyes and inhaled sharply at the gentle touch. John hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the pants and pulled them down, staring curiously at his cock for a moment before leaning forward and kissing the tip gently.
Sherlock moaned. "Oh god, John," he breathed.
John held onto Sherlock's hips as he kissed and licked up and down, getting used to the taste and texture before he came back to the tip, slowly taking Sherlock into his mouth. Sherlock moaned from deep in his throat, feeling the warmth of John's mouth surround him, strange but interesting, definitely something to go back and examine later. John took his cues from Sherlock as to what the boy seemed to like, his own cock straining against his bocers. He ignored it, this was about Sherlock, proving how much he cared, how much he...loved him. Oh god. He was in love with Sherlock Holmes.
"Wait," Sherlock groaned reluctantly after a few minutes of utter bliss. "This isn't just about me."
Surprised, John pulled off, swirling his tongue around Sherlock's tip. "What do you mean?"
Sherlock tugged John back onto the sofa, straddling his hips. John gasped as Sherlock kissed him, hands roaming. "Sherlock-"
Sherlock smiled, moving his hand between them to touch John gently. John whimpered, bucking against Sherlock's hand. "Oh f-fuck-"
Sherlock grinned, stroking John softly. John whimpered again, body shivering. "More, Sherlock, p-please..."
The taller boy obliged, stroking faster. John pulled him in, kissing him deeply. "Could you do what I was doing before?" he asked, flushing.
Sherlock nodded, kissing his way down John's chest, John's breath coming in short gasps as Sherlock hovered over his groin. He stared for just a moment before doing away with the boy's boxers and slowly lowering his mouth onto his cock. John gasped as Sherlock's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. "Ohhhh, GOD, yes," he whimpered, threading his fingers back through Sherlock's hair. Sherlock moved his head up and down slowly, not knowing exactly what he was doing, but John seemed to like it. He reached a hand downward to stroke himself gently, moaning.
"Just like ahhhh! that, oh fuck yes, Sherlock!" John could feel his gut starting to burn. "More tongue, more like-that!"
Sherlock felt a knot growing in his stomach. He ran his tongue up the length of John's cock, experimenting.
"I-I'm-Sherlock, I'm gonna-" John couldn't even get a full sentence out. Sherlock quickened his pace, bobbing his head faster. He was about to as well, and he didn't want to finish before John.
"Sherlock!" John came, pouring into Sherlock's mouth, back arching off the couch, yelling and moaning Sherlock's name, gasping for air before sinking into the couch. Sherlock came shortly after, moaning as he collapsed. He wiped his mouth on his arm as he crawled back up to John, curling up against his chest. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, holding him tight. "That was-we just-"
Sherlock enjoyed being held. "I know," he replied, pressing his forehead against John's and staring into his eyes. John stared back, smiling. "I just lost it to Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock blushed. "I just had my first kiss today, and then lost it to John Watson." He grinned back at his lover. "So worth it."
Sherlock's words and grin had John blushing furiously and kissing him again. "You're bloody fantastic."
oOoOo
Ianto quickly ordered the pizzas and walked briskly to Jack's office, closing the door behind him as he entered. Jack turned to Ianto, coat buttoned up. "Hello handsome," he grinned.
Ianto smirked. "Hello there, Captain," he purred, gripping the lapels of Jack's coat and pulling him in for a kiss. Jack kissed back, wrapping Ianto in a tight embrace, tongue diving into the Welshman's mouth. "I'm glad you're safe," he finally whispered. "If anything had happened to you-"
"Don't think about it, please don't," Ianto cut him off, draping his arms around Jack's neck; their job was too dangerous for him to worry about what might happen as long as they were safe right then. Jack nodded, breathing hard. "Bunker?"
Ianto nodded. "Now," he said, shoving Jack playfully toward the entrance. Jack scrambled down the ladder, smiling as Ianto closed the hatch behind him. "Well now, care to unwrap me?"
Ianto obliged, unbuttoning the coat painfully slowly. "What do you have for me today, Jack?"
"Oh, you know, the usual I suppose you could say." Jack replied, leaning in to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck you with my coat on, love," into his lover's ear.
Ianto smirked, pulling Jack down on the small bed as he finished with the last buttons on Jack's coat. Jack stripped Ianto as fast as humanly possible, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed until they were both naked (except for the coat of course) and snogging on the bunk.
The Welshman kissed back enthusiastically; Jack never ceased to make him feel amazing despite how many times they had done this before. The immortal began grinding against his lover until they both were rock hard, kissing him deeply and sliding down Ianto's body to kiss and lick his cock, just teasing him, though he did give Ianto two of his fingers.
Ianto groaned, sucking lightly on Jack's fingers. "You tease," he said, mimicking the words he had heard too many times to count. Once Jack removed his fingers, he slipped them into Ianto, swallowing him down at the same time. He delighted in Ianto's reaction, drawing a few choice words from his pretty mouth; Jack hummed, sending vibrations down the man's cock as he scissored him open before finally pulling off. "I-need-some-lube," he panted, winking at the man.
Ianto pulled a small bottle from the bedside. He tossed it to Jack with a smirk.
"Not that kind of lube, love." Jack gave him the stare, the same one from the car.
Ianto grinned, propping himself up on his elbows.
Jack straddled Ianto's chest, stroking Ianto's lips with his cock. Ianto took Jack in his mouth, swirling his tongue around Jack's shaft as he began to move his head back and forth. Jack groaned loudly, hands gripping Ianto's head until he felt he was slick enough. He pulled out, forcing the Welshman down on the bed and positioning himself.
"God I love that coat."
"Just the coat?" Jack winked before kissing Ianto and pressing in, letting the Welshman feel every single inch. Ianto groaned as he adjusted for a moment, before moaning. "Oh, Jack."
Jack slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, going tortuously slow and keeping Ianto's lips captured with his own. Ianto shuddered, moaning into Jack's mouth. He wanted to scream, he was so frustrated. "Stop teasing me, Jack," he whined.
"If you insist," Jack purred before slamming in with a snap of his hips, fucking Ianto into the mattress.
"Oh my fucking god," the coffee boy cursed.
"Right here," Jack laughed, driving into Ianto hard and rough. "You love this, don't you? My cock in you, pounding you like this. You love bottoming, letting me take you as I want, don't you?" Dirty talk got Ianto every single time.
Oh god, that man knew just what drove him wild. Ianto nodded, moaning and moving his hips down to meet Jack's.
"Say it then. Say you love riding my cock. Tell me what you dream of me doing to you."
Ianto groaned again "I want you to fuck me," he moaned, Jack's words sending a thrill through him.
"Just fuck you?" Jack slowed down, body trembling from the effort. Ianto whimpered "Don't slow down, please," he begged, voice sounding needy.
"Don't slow down please, what?" God, this was too easy.
"Don't slow down please, sir." Ianto was willing to do anything to keep Jack going.
"Close enough." Jack sped up again, sucking and biting Ianto's neck as he pounded the man. Ianto cried out as Jack bit him, delighting in the pressure on his neck.
"Come for me," Jack murmured, kissing his way to Ianto's collarbone. "See if you can come without my hand."
It didn't take much longer, especially once Jack had adjusted his angle and was driving into his lover's prostate. "Oh fuck, Jack," Ianto yelled as he came, his body thrashing and trembling under Jack.
Ianto's climax shoved the Captain right over the edge, yelling his lover's name as he came hard and fast before collapsing, spent. The Welshman snuggled against Jack's chest. "How do you know how to make me feel so great?" he asked after a few moments of just breathing with the man beside him.
Jack held him close. "Honestly? I'm just fucking fantastic in bed." He kissed Ianto's head. "No, but really, I don't know, Ianto. I think I just got lucky with you. You know exactly what I like."
Ianto grinned. "Good match then? We're both fantastic."
"Oh, you are more than fantastic," Jack murmured, kissing the Welshman. "God, I could lie here with you forever."
"That might get a bit boring. You know, after a while," Ianto said teasingly. "But I appreciate the sentiment."
"No, it wouldn't. Do you still not have any idea what you mean to me?"
"I don't know how it compares to what you do to me," he purred, tracing circles on Jack's chest with his finger.
Jack shivered at the touch. "Ianto, I'm selfish enough that I would make you immortal without a second thought if I could, just to keep you by my side for eternity."
Ianto's heart soared. "You're perfect," he whispered, kissing Jack softly.
"Well, thank you. So are you." Jack wanted to just kiss Ianto for hours, but he knew the pizza would be there any moment. "We should get dressed," he murmured.
Ianto nodded, cleaning them both off before getting up and stretching, pulling on his clothes. "Wonder how the newlyweds are doing," he mused, raising an eyebrow. He had decided that's what he would call them since the boys couldn't keep off of each other. Typical teenagers...well, except for the whole fighting aliens thing.
"Probably shagging each other senseless," Jack laughed, grabbing a clean outfit from his closet. Ianto smirked "Probably." He fixed his suit obsessively in the mirror, needing everything to be in order. Jack grinned, pulling on his suspenders and walking over to help Ianto straighten up. "Don't stress, you're already perfect," he grinned, kissing Ianto lazily
oOoOo
Gwen took the pizza from the delivery boy and closed up the shop for lunch, letting herself back into the Hub. Ianto could hear the doors to the Hub opening, "Looks like the pizza's here," he said, kissing Jack back before straightening his tie one final time.
Sherlock kissed John back until he heard the loud noise of the door. He cursed out loud." Oh shit," he said, hurrying to cover himself.
They heard the shouts first. Jack glanced at Ianto before tearing up the ladder and bursting out of the door to Jack's office.
Jack had to fight back laughter.
Sherlock was on the floor, scrambling for his clothes. John was the color of a tomato as he crouched behind the far end of the sofa, hissing at Sherlock to throw him his clothes. Gwen looked like she might laugh, just barely holding onto the pizza boxes. She was looking away, choking out, "Sorry, God, I'm so sorry."
Sherlock handed John his clothes quickly. "Oh my god," he kept saying, pale face turning beet red.
"Sherlock, it's ok. Get over here," John hissed back. Sherlock went over to his lover, trying to fight the urge to go hide under a rock.
Ianto was trying his hardest not to laugh. Poor things. He remembered when Gwen had caught him and Jack together, and he had reacted in much the same way, although he had kept his cool well enough.
Jack squeezed Ianto's hand before going over to Gwen and taking the pizza. "Don't want you dropping that, now do we?" he winked. Gwen snorted and started coughing to cover it.
Ianto jogged down, putting a hand on Gwen's shoulder and steering her away to save the teen's any further embarrassment. He held in his laughter until they had gotten to the conference room, closing the door behind them.
oOoOo
John scrambled into his jumper and jeans, not bothering with socks of briefs. He helped Sherlock with his trousers first before sliding the purple shirt back on his thin, pale frame. "It's ok," he whispered, remembering his own mortification the first time Sherlock had walked in on him wanking. Sherlock nodded, looking at his feet. "I can't believe that just happened." He began to chuckle.
John started laughing and was soon hanging onto Sherlock to stay upright he was laughing so hard. "Net time, we find a room," he gasped, hugging Sherlock tight.
Jack stood there, watching the boys silently, a smile playing on his lips, waiting for them to calm down so he could take them to the conference room for dinner.
Sherlock laughed, "Okay." He agreed. He was glad at least they could laugh about it.
Still laughing, John pulled Sherlock down into a kiss, holding him close. When they parted, he pressed his lips to the boy's ear, "And I do mean it when I say next time, love."
Sherlock shivered at John's breath on his ear. He looked up at Jack and nodded, taking John's hand and following the Captain towards the conference room.
oOoOo
Gwen took one look at Ianto and lost it, dropping to the floor she was laughing so hard, blushing pink with embarrassment. Ianto leaned on the wall, laughing uncontrollably. "Get it out now," he panted between fits of laughter. He didn't want to hurt their feelings by laughing right to their faces.
Gwen couldn't breathe and laughed until she was red in the face. "Okay-okay," she gasped, struggling to her feet. "Ianto-a hand-"
Ianto reached down, pulling Gwen up. He leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath before taking a seat at the table. Gwen managed to compose herself before Jack and the boys strolled in, setting the pizza down while Jack grabbed drinks from the cooler, tossing everyone a can of soda and plunking a stack of napkins on the table. "Dig in!"
Ianto kept himself calm as he sat down with a slice, avoiding eye contact with Gwen for fear of making her laugh again. Jack insisted on feeding a slice to Ianto, temporarily breaking their usual teasing and indifference outside of Jack's office, and he succeeded in making his lover blush. Winking at him, Jack polished off the slice, and Ianto leaned against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.
Sherlock caught his can and sat down to eat. He nibbled on the end of a slice of pizza because he wasn't really hungry but was trying to appease John.
John dug in, starving; he'd never made it to breakfast that morning. He was polishing off his third slice when he glanced at Sherlock. "What's wrong?"
Sherlock looked up. "Huh? Oh, nothing, just not hungry."
John rubbed his back. "Toast for breakfast and you're good for the day, eh?"
"Gets in the way of thinking, John."
John nodded, not responding. He knew Sherlock wouldn't eat if he told him to, but he found he was worried more about him now. Interesting side effect of having sex with the guy, perhaps, he thought, or of falling in love with him.
Jack wrapped his arm around Ianto's shoulder, glancing up at Sherlock. "Can you still do your deduction trick?"
Sherlock nodded again. "And it's not a trick, it's logic," he corrected, rolling his eyes.
"Very well. What can you tell about the three of us?"
Sherlock looked around the room. "She's married. Happily, she polishes the ring, which means that she cares about it, and her fingers are red around the edges of it so it's barely ever removed. She's lost a friend, carries herself a little heavier, red around her eyes from a lot of crying, so recently. I'd say within the past month or so," he said; John noticed the boy's eyes seemed to shift to an even colder color when he was deducing and darting about, noticing everything.
Jack nodded, not speaking. Sherlock turned his eyes to Ianto. "Obsessive compulsive, constantly straightening his tie, and cleaning up even when there's nothing to clean. He's lost a lot of loved ones, mostly a long time ago. Dedicated and loyal...but there's something there, a dark past, tragedy, but he deals with it well enough. The OCD is probably a result of it, trying to bring order into his life."
Ianto looked down at the floor. He could feel the boy's eyes pierce through him as he recited everything about him without even trying, it seemed. Jack squeezed Ianto's hand, knowing he was next. Sherlock shifted his gaze to Jack. "A lot different since last time. You look a lot older than before, but the same too. The eyes, remember? Clearly in a relationship. It's killing you isn't it? Being unable to die with somebody you love. That's it, that's why you look so much older. Concerned, careful, protective. Interesting," he finished, cocking his head to the side as he had done when he first met Jack and deduced him.
Jack felt his face flushing as he glanced at Ianto. He saw the Welshman's eyes glistening with tears as he looked back at the dark haired boy. "And your...friend," he hesitated on the word, fighting back the urge to say newlywed as Ianto had before.
Sherlock turned to John. "Well, I don't need to. I know him already..." He looked up at Jack. "Not really much point to it."
John wanted so desperately to kiss Sherlock that he was trembling from the effort of holding still. Jack saw and grinned slightly, his mouth twitching. "Well, then, welcome to Torchwood, Sherlock."
Sherlock grinned. "Thanks."
John started slightly. "Wait, what about me?"
Jack glanced at the rest of the table. Ianto shook his head, calming himself. "He could do that Weevil autopsy we were going to do this morning," he suggested.
Jack nodded. "Follow me." John rose and followed Jack from the room, leaving Sherlock with Ianto and Gwen.
oOoOo
Sherlock watched them leave before turning back to the remaining team members. "So, it's been a while," he said, a bit awkwardly. Ianto nodded, looking up at Sherlock. "How do you do that anyway? Figure things out." He asked, leaning over the table. Sherlock shrugged. "It's easy, you just have to open your eyes."
Gwen looked at him. "Open your eyes? How do you mean?"
"Just observe, look at things, find the connections. People see but they don't observe."
"Show me then. How did you know that stuff about me? About Ianto?"
"For you it was easy, the ring gives most of it away. People who aren't happy with their spouse aren't going to take the time to clean the object that ties them together. But yours is clean. It shines," he answered, pointing to her finger. He turned to Ianto again "You always fuss over your suit, especially the tie, and you're insistent on cleaning things that have already been cleaned, therefore, obsessive compulsive. You seem mostly normal but you hardly ever smile, except when you're around Jack, and you carry yourself a bit heavier than most, plus you work here. You've seen tragedy. Circles under the eyes indicates sleepless nights, most likely nightmares therefore a childhood trauma."
Gwen gaped at him. "That's really amazing."
Sherlock shrugged indifferently, finally giving up on the pizza and setting it down on the table. He inspected his soda cautiously, as if he expected there to be another pill inside.
"You're part of the group now, Sherlock. You don't have to worry about retcon."
Sherlock's lips twitched upward for a moment. "Okay," he said, taking a small sip before setting it down.
oOoOo
Jack led John to their medical bay where the Weevil was on the slab. "How much do you know about medicine?"
"Well, I've been teaching myself what I can, and I did get to intern at St. Bartholomew's last summer." John stood there for a moment, watching Jack before picking up the latex gloves and the doctor's smock. "What do you want to know about this...thing."
"It's called a Weevil, actually similar to humans in many ways. I want you to tell me which of the main internal organs are different and how he died."
John nodded, picking up the scalpel and taking a deep breath. "Okay then." He made an incision from the creature's collarbone down to his abdomen, observing the chest as he went. "Gunshot wound to the chest would initially appear to be the cause of death."
Jack nodded.
"Appears to have a heart and lungs, but after that, the anatomy just gets weird...this looks like a stomach...ugh, black bile. Okay, uh, liver, kidneys...well, something like liver and kidneys. Rib cage with, okay, one lung. That's new. No genitals," he commented, checking under the blanket. "Plenty of internal scarring. He's been injured before...he was dying when you shot him. My conclusion...he'd been injured and the lack of care was leading to his organs shutting down. Final cause of death was a gunshot wound that caused him to bleed out."
Jack smiled. "Welcome to Torchwood."
"Can we go back now?"
The immortal nodded, shaking John's hand and leading back to the conference room.
oOoOo
Sherlock looked up expectantly as they returned to the room. "How'd it go?"
"I'm in."
Sherlock grinned back, standing and hugging John around the shoulders, pecking him softly on the lips. "Congratulations, not that I really had any doubts to begin with."
"You might not, but God I was scared," John grinned, kissing him back. "God, I could kiss you all day," he whispered.
"I'll have to test that sometime," Sherlock replied with a smirk, releasing his partner reluctantly. John blushed, remembering that the rest of the group was in the room. He sat down next to Sherlock, draping one arm around the boy's shoulders; the dark haired boy leaned into John, his soft curls brushing the boy's neck.
Ianto mouthed the word 'newlyweds' to Jack as he stood to go make more coffee.
John grinned at Jack, missing Ianto's message. "So, what are we doing about living arrangements and stuff?"
"I think Ianto can probably find you guys a place to live...or let out his flat to you."
Sherlock looked up. "I can help look," he offered.
"No, I think Ianto might like this." When the Welshman returned with the coffee, Jack asked, "You think you could let out your flat to the boys? You don't really stay there much right now..." He winked at the coffee boy. Gwen snorted into her soda, coughing as she choked. Ianto gave Gwen a look but nodded. "Sure, no problem.". He looked up at the boys. "I'll show you there tonight."
Gwen got herself under control. "Sorry, Ianto," she gasped.
John grinned. "All right then." Then "What time is it?"
"2:30" Ianto told them. "When we get out of here is an entirely different matter."
"Why's that?" John asked
"Because when we get home depends entirely on how active the rift is."
Sherlock nodded, he remembered hearing something about the rift before. "Yeah, about that, what is the rift?"
"The rift is a rip in time and space, and sometimes, things fall through. Our job is to collect or round up whatever comes through and to protect Earth from it. Bit of a full time job sometimes," Jack replied, drinking his coffee.
"Sounds exciting," Sherlock said. "An adventure."
"It's never boring," Gwen chimed in just as the Rift alarm started going off. "Great bloody timing," she grumbled as they all dashed back up to the main room.
Sherlock went over to the computer that was lighting up; he examined the screen closely. Ianto jogged over, leaning over his shoulder with Gwen right behind.
"Rift activity in...bloody hell, Jack, it's right outside our front door!"
Jack grabbed his coat and gun. "Ianto, arm the boys. Gwen with me."
Ianto nodded. "Come with me," he ordered, leading the boys to where they kept the weapons. He took two pistols, loading them and handing them carefully to the two teenagers. "Don't aim it at a person, steady hand, and only shoot when absolutely necessary; we aren't looking to kill anything unless it's planning on killing us," he told them quickly. "Got it?"
Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf before he went with Ianto. He picked the gun up carefully, having never held one before. "Got it."
"Shouldn't we get knives too? You know, just in case?" John asked, remembering the creatures from that morning and shuddering, sliding the gun into the waistband of his jeans and hiding it with his jumper. Ianto nodded, producing two sharp blades and laying them down carefully. He took one for himself and turned around "Okay, let's go."
John picked up the knife gingerly, glancing at Sherlock as he did the same. He quickly pulled the boy in for a kiss, hard and hot. "Just in case," he whispered, then nodded at Ianto. "Ready."
They left the hub quickly, running out front to meet Gwen and Jack.