Bloody Jack - 1/?
Author: Daniela
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Janto
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst, Romance, Humour
Series/Sequel: Ianto Mine
Summary: Intimate Fragments
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, especially Ianto. I wouldn't mind Gareth as well.
Feedback: Is the button on the top.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Word Count: 2460
Beta: badly_knitted
Released: May 2020
Ianto couldn't say his life was boring after Jack went missing. He was taking part in the missions the team dealt with. Over time he even got the feeling he belonged out there with them. They chased after creatures of all sorts and were in danger of losing their lives more than once. Yet nothing was the same without Jack. He missed his courage and wit. He missed his fervour and strength. Everything would have been more fun having Jack around. In the dead of night Ianto missed him the most. Since he was back to sleeping at his flat he was having nightmares again. On and off he heard eerie sounds and switched the light on to check for monsters sneaking towards the bed. Pathetic. He concealed those fears from the team. Not that he believed that Gwen, Tosh and Owen didn't know he was suffering due to Jack's absence. They just didn't talk about it. Thus days and weeks spun away with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Hunting aliens. Locking them away. Not dying. Simply Torchwood.
On one of those ordinary days they chased after a blowfish. The creature was reckless and full of himself. The thing called him 'the Office Boy, promoted beyond his measure'. Well, that was kind of true. He couldn't shoot the bloody creature in cold blood. He was shaking; even though that mean bastard was pointing a gun at a hostage he just couldn't do it. He was no killer. Mister Blowfish kept winding him up with glee. Bloody hell! The shot that saved the girl came not from him but from Jack. His boss and lover was back at the right time and in the right place. Jack Harkness killed the blowfish and saved the day. Ianto was stunned and delighted though he didn't show those feelings to Jack. He was also pissed about him vanishing without saying good-bye. So he kept his mouth shut and measured the awkward situation. Gwen wasn't that calculating. She expressed the feelings the team had bottled up for so long by screaming at Jack.
Jack was not embarrassed, but humbled enough to more or less explain his actions.
Ianto was listening, not sure if he wanted to forgive Jack or not.
Jack was looking straight at him then. "I came back for you."
He returned the look up-front but kept his feelings under wraps.
"All of you," Jack added, looking away.
So Jack was back; whether for him or for all of them, that didn't matter. He was here and Ianto wasn't a hard-ass. If Jack would make amends he was willing to let him back into his life. Into him. He rolled his eyes. Oh please. Knock it off!
Right then Jack smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. Bloody hell! He wouldn't even last one day before he'd end up in Jack's manhole. Yup. That's what he thought and secretly hoped for. Though then John Hart burst into their world and Ianto was once again made aware that he was in love with a man, who was favoured by many and who favoured many in return.
The second Jack received the holographic message from Hart, he chased after his old friend, leaving Ianto and the team behind. As if he could get rid of them that easy. Damn sure they were chasing after Jack. Now Ianto had to not only deal with Jack being back in his life but with a rival who was too cheeky to even start to describe him. John Hart was flirting with every one of the team, including Jack, and of course Jack was flirting back. That shouldn't bother him. That was just Jack being Jack. It did bother him though. He was jealous beyond measure, though he wore his deadpan face. He knew jealousy wouldn't impress Jack nor win him over. Aside from that he wouldn't disgrace himself. He even played it cool when Jack asked him out on a date in the middle of chasing after Hart. Sod it! Even though he hadn't seen that coming he said yes, of course, what else could he say? Yet he didn't lower his guard. He was too hurt by Jack's absence and Hart's sudden appearance. Jack had asked him out. So be it. Jack wanted him to drop the sir. Fine. He could do that too. If Jack behaved maybe. If he proved to be worthy of his affection.
The events of the night got out of hand then. John Hart captured and humiliated him. Eye Candy? What the fuck? Hart threatened Gwen, Owen and Tosh's lives. He threw Jack off a roof not knowing he couldn't die. If all this wasn't already enough, they were forced to save Hart from certain death due to exploding. Bugger! He would have liked to see the guy ripped to pieces. He had even counted the seconds using his stopwatch. Hart's death though would have meant losing Gwen. Ianto could never have lived with her making such a sacrifice. And why did Hart kiss Jack good-bye? Does he intend to come back? Does Jack dream about such a reunion? Oh well! He was sulking about them having a history and hated himself for that. He should've gotten used to Jack's games and lifestyle already, shouldn't he? He should not indulge in meaningless brooding.
*****
At last John Hart was gone. The team headed back to the Hub. They didn't need much time to close up and leave for home. Ianto was lingering around though, cleaning the coffee machine even though the thing was perfectly clean. Jack said he came back for me. He asked me out on a date. So why didn't he make a move? Is it because of John Hart? Is it because he changed his mind? Was I only a consolation prize? He put the rinsed mugs in order to stall for some more time. He didn't want to go home. He loosened his tie and looked up to the office. Jack had been moody since Hart had left and Ianto guessed that he had deeper feelings for the time agent than he would like to admit. That's right. No reunion sex tonight. No heavy romping with his lover who he had missed terribly. None of the cosy, heated moments he had imagined over and over again. Why the bloody hell not? Don't leave it to Jack. If you want him, make a move. You're not just the tea boy, are you? Do you want Owen to be right? He let the coffee machine well alone and rushed to Jack's office, bursting in. "Are you done pining over Hart or what?"
Jack, lounging in his chair, gazing into nothingness, startled. "What the... Ianto! What are you... why didn't you go home?"
There! Now you have it. Jack doesn't want you around. Jack never wanted you. You are done! "That's what I am to you, eh? A random shag you can ditch anytime a better lover shows up."
"What?!" Jack straightened up.
"That's fine with me. I have better plans anyway." Ianto shrugged and walked out. He'd barely passed the doorway when he was pulled back and smashed into Jack's body.
"What are you talking about, Ianto Jones? I did say I came back for you, didn't I? I did ask you out, didn't I?"
Ianto snorted. "Like you would settle for someone like me."
"There isn't another lover. Not since I've been with you."
"Not until you crashed into Captain John."
Jack smirked. "Nice. My handsome tea boy is jealous after all."
"I am not. It would be a waste of time."
Jack seized him by the shoulders. "Just because there is no need." He brushed his mouth over Ianto's pouting lips. "I want only you."
Ianto tried to pull away. "This is not working."
"What?"
"You buttering me up."
"You think?" Jack grabbed Ianto's butt, pulling him closer, grinding their hard-ons together, proving that Ianto was lying to him and to himself.
"Jack!"
"I thought so," Jack stated arrogantly and kissed him hard and relentless.
Strangely Ianto felt not only passion in the kiss but desperation as well. Something was putting a strain on Jack and it was not John Hart. At the moment he didn't care what it was though. He was in need of some hot rollicking between the sheets. He threw his arms around Jack's neck and together they staggered around, kissing, grinding, gasping, until they bumped into one of the glass walls. "Bed," Ianto yelped.
"I thought you had better plans?" Jack murmured, as breathless as Ianto.
"Jack... please..."
"I'm afraid we won't make it," Jack disagreed, pulling at Ianto's belt and zipper.
"Oh... God!"
"I promise you a good romp in bed for the second round, but for now this will have to do." He pushed Ianto into the wall and seized his cock. "I was gone too long. I need to fuck you right now."
Ianto smiled one of his rare smiles, which he barely showed to anyone but saved for Jack and moments like this. "Me too, sir."
"Can we finally drop the sir," Jack complained, fondling Ianto's balls.
"Sure, luv."
"Are you pulling my leg?" Jack nipped at Ianto's earlobe.
"Me, sir? I'd never dare. You are the boss."
"You better never forget that."
Ianto arched into his touch. "You haven't changed a bit, eh? Still full of yourself."
"I wouldn't mind being full of you," Jack whispered, humping him.
Bloody hell! "Lucky you. I'm an all-in boy today."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We haven't even dated yet."
"Oi! Is that an offense?"
"Take a good guess." Jack kissed him in a soft and lingering way for a change, the most disarming way.
Ianto didn't guess nor think. He just melted into his lover's blissful passion.
*****
Dinner and a movie. How cliché. Still worth every penny. Jack went all out to made it up to him. Well! Not quite a usual date. Ianto didn't get much of the story in the movie because Jack rubbed him off while they were watching it. Ianto was busy trying to keep still while squirting off. Never before was he more grateful for the disguise of darkness. The dinner wasn't a usual one either. Jack ate his food in an inspiring way one might call sensual or just damn improbable. Ianto couldn't look away from his lover's lips and hands, not caring what he was eating himself. The source of his hunger was not the craving for food anyway. Jack also flirted a bit with the waiter. He was such a show-off. Ianto was jealous but not as much as about John Hart. He paid Jack back by smiling at a beautiful woman sitting at the table next to them. "Well played," Jack murmured, and asked for the bill.
On the way home they couldn't contain themselves anymore and stopped in some random back road, ripping each other's clothes off. This wasn't the first time he'd made out in a car but certainly the gayest one. Blimey! No wonder he was coy when Tosh asked him about the movie and Gwen wanted to know what they had for dinner. Well, me, he should have said. He just smiled though, and said the first date had been brilliant.
*****
Ianto didn't know how to feel about Jack interrogating that poor woman. He was kind of turned on and at the same time he was appalled by the cruel and remorseless way Jack treated her. He was already on edge because he wanted to get back to making out with Jack. Since they had started dating they were doing it almost every day in various places. Ianto couldn't get enough of Jack and was not doing well in hiding his desire. He was well aware that the fate of some creature was not his top priority today. Though he couldn't overlook that Jack was a man he could dislike for the way he interrogated that alien. He realized that Jack was traumatized by the many years he had lived and what he had seen and done or what had been done to him. Still that was no excuse. Not that he was acting appropriately all day, rather he was being a bit goofy. Well, he was involved with the hottest guy in the universe, wasn't he? He was bursting with emotions and couldn't stop talking about his new insights, mentioning Jack's preferences concerning his manners in bed. "Oh, they are atrocious. I remember this one..."
Jack cleared his throat.
He silenced and wished for the interrogation to end right now. What they did to that woman was torture, even if she was an alien sleeper agent. Torture was torture. He couldn't bear her screaming. He was glad that Gwen was here and that she cared. She always reminded him to act more like a human being and not be as hard-boiled as Jack in carrying out his tasks. She was indeed the kindest member of their team. Her actions made him aware he shouldn't imitate Jack in everything he said or did. He should have a conscience of his own. He should still be Ianto Jones, the boy who had joined Torchwood to save his late love.
Right, the shit was cooking then. Aliens were killing people. Explosions and chaos erupted. An end of the world scenario where Owen suggested they all have sex as a last resort before dying. Ianto didn't agree. Jack wasn't here with him and he was the only one he wanted to have sex with for the last time if the world was going to end. Not Owen. Ugh!
Well. Whatever. The world was once more saved. Jack and Gwen returned to the Hub. Jack just looked at him. He knew that kind of look. Jack was hurting and he needed a quick shag to make him feel better. He couldn't say no to that, could he? He followed Jack into his office. "You are dashing, I give you that," he said, and smirked.
Jack pulled him close. "Didn't you say that office romance is not your thing?"
"Sure, you want to stop?" Isn't love pathetic?
"I won't let you, stubborn Welshman." Jack let his braces down.
"That's harassment, sir." As well as splendid?
"You don't know yet what that means."
"Oi!"
Well. They didn't make out. The next disaster happening interrupted their improper behaviour and Jack dashed off. Ianto rolled his eyes. Is this my life now? Either hot lovemaking with my boss or fighting aliens threatening Earth? No cookie-cutter day whatsoever? How long can I keep up with the mind-blowing buzz? "A century at least." He chased after Jack. "Need me to do any attacking?"
