(Originally posted 19/10/13)
A/N A huge thank you to BWB, for dragging me out of detention and placing me back in class.
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The sun rose.
Bashful, the newest day placed its calling card delicately down on the bed. Politely, it introduced itself to the bedraggled occupants within the room. One of which was still caught up in a cocoon of succulent slumber. One was not.
Ianto squeezed his eyes tight shut, unwilling to let the new arrival announce which gate he would be docking at. He knew in order the embrace the now he would have to let go of the then; and the then had been wonderful, athletic and totally unexpected.
His breath had been caught by another. His nerves had been rattled momentarily; but blessed relief had been immediate.
Jack had returned.
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Ianto turned his head and smiled again at the memory. He gazed loving at the man who was invoking said memory.
Midnight: Ianto had been awakened by the warmth of a shadow casting its spell across his body. He had moved from his right side onto his back, to allow this heat stripe access to his unfettered self. Unafraid he had reached out his arms blindly into the dark. He was reaching into the familiar unknown. He was willing to take that chance - now.
His bed creaked. The warmth crept nearer. Ianto had stiffened momentarily.
"Yan."
"Jack."
The reunion repartee had been brief. The reunion reflexes took over.
Lips met lips. Teeth had been knocked. Tongues had been nipped. Unfamiliarity had crept into their actions; it had been a while.
Questions and relief had fought one another for prominence within Ianto's brain.
Where have you been?
Oh my god I've missed you.
When did you get back?
Never leave me again.
How did you get in?
Where the fuck have you been!?
None of these however reached Ianto's busy lips.
He had opened his eyes. It was nearly of no use. Jack's face was on his, blacking out all features. He felt his outline cover his own head; all he could see was a faint twinkle from the back of Jack's open pupil.
It was enough.
Ianto had reached up to grasp onto Jack's hair tightly. He had needed something to cling to. He needed to anchor himself in this time and space. Once secure he languorously arched his back and fell into the ocean that was Jack's scent.
Wave after delicious wave washed over him. Ianto had never been able to fathom quite what it was about Jack's smell that enticed him so. He had always felt as though invisible hands were reaching out towards him, pulling him closer, closer to Jack, of their own accord, without asking his permission. Not that he needed to be asked.
Not now.
Jack had caught him as he fell. Covering every inch of his man's body, he buried his battle-weary face behind Ianto's tempting ear and inhaled as though his life depended on it. His exhalation hit all of Ianto's pulse points simultaneously. Desire swept along Ianto's landscape, like an unhindered forest fire.
Ianto's body shook. It had been too long.
Ianto was the first to pull away; he had needed to see Jack. To reassure himself this was not just some night vision that was likely to disappear if he was to close his eyes at any point.
He had nudged Jack towards the moonlight, so that he could drink in all he could. Mistress Night had been kind to him, revealing Jack to be at his almost best. Almost, because even Ianto could see the edges of pain that Jack was carrying.
"You're hurt?" Ianto had touched Jack's brow lightly. Jack successfully appeared to suppress a flinch.
"No Yan, just tired."
"From?"
"Being away from you, that's all."
A master at changing the subject, Jack had proceeded to kiss the nape of Ianto's neck, licking and blowing in quick succession, just the way he knew he liked it.
Ianto began to unfurl.
He had turned his head, elongating his neck to prolong the pleasure, pressing his far cheek into his cool pillow.
He began to mew.
Short pants and cries had escaped from him. His pillow began to heat up.
His hands had clung to Jack's shoulders. Jack's clothed shoulders. He was still dressed. He was wearing his greatcoat. As much as this thrilled Ianto, he had an urgent need to reach the man below the finery. He quickly shucked Jack's outer layers, until his fingers had traced the smooth skin and firm muscles waiting for him there.
Ianto wasn't the only one to voice his approval. Staccato sighs and grunts filled the room - completing a duet of desire.
Folding Jack over with care, Ianto had inched his way down his body, following his very own kissing map.
He paused when he reached the junction between pleasure and pain. He lifted his head. Jack had silently reached out and gently cradled his chin. Ianto hadn't been able to see his eyes, but he knew they were kind.
This was his choice.
He was using his own free will.
Burying his face in the ready heat beneath him, Ianto had filled his nostrils with the perfume of passion. Open-mouthed he allowed himself to saturate his oratory canal, with the true essence of Captain Jack Harkness.
Jack had helped; the longer Ianto had stayed in position, the more substance he was able to offer him. Ianto's mouth was nearly full to capacity.
Taking charge, Ianto brought his teeth to the table. He started to lightly graze them against Jack's excitement, through his underwear. Jack had tasted solid, stiff and blue. Ianto wasn't sure which one of them was the cause of the increasing wet patch. He didn't care.
Pulling the damp material to one side, Ianto ran his tongue through a blanket of curls. Jack mirrored the motion, reaching down to comb his hand through Ianto's thick mane.
Shifting slightly, Ianto encountered his former friend. Tentatively he had allowed his tongue to draw a heart on Jack's tenderest tip. More moisture was his reward.
Acknowledging that there was a time and a place for everything, Ianto knew that now was the time for all barriers between him and Jack to be removed. He had deftly swung himself over Jack's prone body, placing his knees on either side of his shoulders. Sitting back, he had faced Jack's hips. Hooking his thumbs into the wet waistband, Ianto had rolled the designer-wear towards Jack's feet.
Raising himself up and balancing precariously on Jack's shins, Ianto had contemplated his next dark meal.
Not wishing to appear greedy, but eager all the same. Ianto had lowered his lips. Opened, he had slid down Jack's length with ease. A quick ricochet against his tonsils had reminded the Welshman, that former skills could be forgotten. Rising up, Ianto had gripped Jack's member firmly before nuzzling, sucking and swallowing for all he was worth.
It was like riding a bike.
A rhythm had been quickly established.
Jack hadn't been idle. Taking Ianto's lead he and had scrolled down his pyjamas bottoms and placed his face where only the moon had shone.
Both men had feasted until their hearts content.
Absence makes the heart grow stronger; it also takes seconds off the stop-watch. Both men exploded in record time. Ianto had anchored himself against Jack's thighs, as he was swept ashore. Every muscle he owned strained against his frame in ecstasy. Twisting around he snuggled into the vacancy of Jack's arms.
Sleep switched off all the lights.
Ianto succumbed with come in his mouth.
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The heat source rose higher in the sky.
Ianto squinted as stronger shards of sunlight, out-manoeuvred his newly purchased curtains. In recent days he had acquired a need for privacy.
He had acquired a sense of self.
It was a fledging notion, a novelty almost; yet still he instinctively knew that it was worth protecting.
Jack began to snore. Ianto watched with amusement as his cheeks resembled those of chipmunks, watched as they ballooned and deflated at regular intervals.
He was captivated.
Spellbound by how perfectly Jack's lashes fanned his face. He had to resist the urge to lick each one individually.
The ever-strengthening sun was providing Jack with a halo. Highlighting his ruddy brown locks, bestowing them with a milder hue. Ianto framed the shot with his hands.
If only I had a camera.
Wistfully Ianto committed the shot to memory. An instant classic.
"Do I pass muster?"
"Hey you, I thought you were sleeping."
"With all that sighing going on? You've got to be kidding me." Jack opened an eye.
"I only sigh when I'm happy."
"Glad to hear it."
Jack rolled over lazily, a sunbeam lit up his torso, Ianto couldn't help but admire the work he had put in there.
"See anything you like?" Jack couldn't resist the obvious tease. Ianto ducked his head, but not before sharing the blush that stained his cheeks.
"If you like it, take it Yan. I'm all yours."
Ianto nodded, but then fidgeted. There was a question he could no longer keep behind his questing lips.
"F f for how long?"
"Always."
"What if you disappear again?"
"I won't. I've got nowhere to go but you."
Temporarily appeased, Ianto bowed his head to claim his first prize of the day.
A sweet kiss.
He allowed his lips to roam around the outline of Jack's own, imprinting the sensation on his soul.
As he leaned forwards, he felt the warm glow of the mid-morning sun on his spine. Energised Ianto deepened his kiss; savouring the flavour of his man inside and out.
Jack found it tricky to kiss whilst sporting a huge grin, but he persevered. Ianto meanwhile warmed his hands on Jack's shimmering skin. He caressed his sides and thighs, on his journey across this not wholly familiar territory. He was thrilled to discover that Captain J was ticklish. Grabbing soft handfuls of flesh, Ianto twirled and teased his fingers in Jack, delighting in the child-like giggles he could produce. The Captain's squeaks and squawks were music to his ears. As Jack squirmed and turned and pretended to fight for freedom, Ianto was the one to yelp in surprise.
Something caught his eye.
He pulled back.
Something familiar stared up at him.
How had he missed this?
Ianto cast Jack a quizzical look.
"What?" Jack smirked his response.
Approaching now with intrigue and caution, Ianto parted Jack's Trojan thighs as though he was opening drapes. There it was in all its glory.
A red Welsh dragon.
Embedded in Jack's inner left thigh.
Now Ianto was as patriotic as the next man, but even he wouldn't dream of having the national emblem of Wales, etched for all eternity on his body.
"Why would you?" He gasped.
Ianto's brain froze while his senses tried to make sense of this.
"Why not? I like Wales. I thought it would be fun ….and hot."
"It's certainly an ice-breaker."
"Mission accomplished."
Ianto shook his head recovering, still not at peace with Jack's rashness.
"I like Jelly Babies, but you don't see me with a picture of one on my knuckles."
"Jelly Babies? Really? Awww that's ad…"
"Don't use the a-word."
"…..venturous was what I was going to say."
Ianto held Jack's eye for a cross moment, then both men shook silently with laughter. Ianto rolled his eyes. He looked down again.
"Well maybe I just need a second viewing."
"Uh huh." Jack spread his legs further apart, willing to help Ianto in any way he could.
"It is kind of ….cute." Ianto stroked the red insignia fondly, eliciting a sweet moan from Jack. This raised another smile from Ianto.
"Do you like that? " The Welshman heard the American nod.
"How about this?" Ianto coloured in the tattoo with his tongue, causing to Jack lift his hips so that there would be less time between licks.
"Not bad, but you really need to go left a bit."
Ianto did as he was told.
"Here?" He slowly licked the crevice of Jack's inner thigh.
"Mmmm, yeah, now down a bit."
"Here?"
"Just down a little bit more Yan - please."
Ianto paused; he knew where a little bit more would lead. It's not that he was scared, not exactly; his body was already one step ahead of his mind, (The hair on the back of his neck was not the only thing that currently stood to attention). No, it was that he didn't want to disappoint. He was still acquiring his skills, he didn't want to offer up chopped liver if Jack was used to caviar.
Jack wasn't unaware. He knew that this was a big deal. That he was pushing boundaries. Still he tentatively kept his fingers-crossed.
A question asked.
Ianto took a step inwards, shifting to his haunches he briefly closed his eyes, trying to block out the blinding noon-day rays of the startling sun. With a little difficulty he hoisted Jack's legs over each of his shoulders. Rubbing his thighs for good luck, he delved in tongue-tip first, to Jack's most secret spot.
A question answered.
Ianto didn't know what he had been expecting, but he hadn't expected this; this perfect fit. He felt as though his sword had found its scabbard. Exploring Jack anew felt like turning on a new light switch. He could see his destination clearly now.
This was meant to be.
Ianto cupped Jack's cheeks to steady himself. Jack's taste coupled with his smell, was short-circuiting every rational thought that Ianto had ever had.
He would have to rely on instinct now.
The upward ball of fire made its presence known again; the direct heat singed the blond hairs on Ianto's arms even blonder. He veered off course, but only slightly.
The Welshman wasn't the only one who had returned to his primitive roots. Jack thrashed and howled his way back through every time-zone he had ever touched. Ianto's natural talent flipped him over every mountain he had ever climbed.
When he returned from his travels, he reached out for Ianto's hand and held it gently.
A promise was made.
Hungry for his own expedition Ianto pushed Jack flat. He clamoured onto his lap, and sat down gracefully.
All the air left his body in gratitude.
Rising up to a sitting position Jack enfolded Ianto into his arms and elbows. He needed to feel the younger man's lips on his lips.
They were joined. Nose to nose, chin to chin, nipple to nipple.
Heart to heart.
Rocking for his life Ianto touched their connection, making sure the seal was secure. He didn't want to miss a thing.
Toppling over, the pair bumped heads and laughed uproariously. They quickly rolled over to the cool patch that the sun hadn't scorched yet. Comfort in all things.
Encircled Ianto shuddered to his climax. He broke out into a fresh sweat, helped by the indefatigable heat the room contained. Jack wasn't far behind, adding hot liquid to the mix.
Both slept; but not for long.
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The dappled sunlight danced across the bridge of Ianto's nose. The day was putting away its deckchairs, ready to be homeward bound.
This time Jack was awake before him.
Awake and playful.
Ianto could feel his playfulness on several parts of his body. Stroking and cajoling him to a more alert state.
The sensations were exquisite; Ianto found himself tumbling down the wonderful waterfall again. Awash with emotions he was only just beginning to accept as normal.
He sighed and surrendered.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
The sun set.
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A thousand apologies for the lateness of this chapter. I have been grappling with everything but a keyboard. Things are tamer now. Thank you for your patience.
Comments are always appreciated