Bloody Jack - 3/?
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
Beta: None
Word Count: 3008
Released: December 2021
Isn't life brilliant? Ianto pondered, aglow with happiness. For a couple of weeks, he and Jack made the best out of every day and night. They inspired and pushed each other's boundaries, not only having sex but on a social level as well. He learned shameless and illuminating skills from Jack and felt hardly ever embarrassed anymore, rather desired and sated. A win-win situation. Certainly, he feared the day when all this would be over. What was he supposed to do then? What indeed?
Before long, his jealousy was stirred up by the adorable Miss Martha Jones. She came to the Hub one day to help on a case and made quite an impression. He hadn't needed to worry though, because Jack wasn't neglecting him, was even spicing up their sex life a bit more if this were still a possibility.
Martha was not unaware of the situation. "So, Jack asked me if I could get you a UNIT cap to wear."
"Did he? Well, red is my colour," he accepted the challenge, granting her a smile.
"So am I right in thinking that you and he...?"
"We ... dabble." You sure can put it that way.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So what's his dabbling like?"
"Innovative." You have no idea.
"Really?"
"Bordering on the avant garde." I hope.
"Wow."
"Oh, yeah." Why shouldn't he gloat about being Jack's well coddled lover? Right. Why shouldn't he tell this gorgeous woman that Jack was taken, whether she cared or not. Blimey! I care! That's what counts.
She didn't care. Anyway. No harm done in showing off a bit.
Though the case turned disgusting enough his sexdrive shrivelled to nothing, and then trivial jealousy vanished into thin air as well.
A big fuck-up. Owen was shot and died on the very spot. Dead, for god's sake. One second, he was there, breathing and fighting along with them, the next second, he was on the ground, bleeding out.
Ianto couldn't believe that this was happening, nor could he bear Tosh's suffering. Not that long ago she had lost Tommy and now the love of her life. Owen had been the one for her. Everybody knew that. Tosh suffered like he would suffer if he would lose Jack. Not that Jack could ever die. Jack was immortal after all. Jack was safe. Ianto would never lose him. If anything were sure, that he would die first. Strangely enough that was a comfort. He wouldn't have to live without Jack. Ever.
*****
Jack didn't accept Owen's passing. He raged against fate and God himself. He ordered them to delay Owen's autopsy. He ran off and brought back the resurrection glove. Nobody of the team thought that was a good idea. Not after Suzie. Jack didn't care. Owen was revived for two minutes to say good-by to them.
Ianto was counting the seconds Owen had left saying what he needed to say. Tosh seized the sorrowful opportunity to confess her love for Owen. And then a miracle happened. Even though his time was up Owen was not gone. He was back among the living. Well. Kind of. He had no heartbeat or pulse. He was dead and alive. A breathless zombie that looked alright. Bloody hell! Not a teammate you want to have hanging around. Ianto pointed the impossible situation out to Jack and was put in place by his boss and lover.
Oi! Not fair. He pouted a bit. Yet he left the matter alone, though only until night when he was lying in bed gazing at Jack undressing.
"Don't give me that look. I'm too distressed," Jack said, crawling in next to him.
"That's fine. I'm not in the mood myself. I can handle one night without being worn out." He put his arms around Jack and snuggled him.
"Hey. What did I just say?"
"That's called cuddling. No sex included."
"I don't need to be pampered."
"Sorry, but I do." He put his head on Jack's shoulder. "In fact, I dread what is going to happen with Owen and us."
"Nothing will happen. He's already dead."
"Indeed he is. That's what scares me."
"There's no need. The only person he's gonna hurt is himself."
"Sounds comforting." Ianto shivered. Actually, not.
"You know, Owen wouldn't care that much if it were you."
"Maybe. But I don't give back as it were given." He stopped caressing Jack's neck.
"I know." Jack turned to him. "So, give me more of that Welsh love, not matter how much I grumble."
"Given that you ask nicely, sir." He roamed over Jack's body, indulging in sharing tenderness to keep his own eerie fears at bay.
*****
The way in which Owen talked about the darkness moving around in the shadows, waiting for him, didn't make matters any better. Death had been never something Ianto was looking forward to, but now the end of life became even less desirable. Now it turned into a matter to avoid forever. Ianto did what he was best at those moments of lunacy beyond imagination. He remained in the back watching Jack and the team discussing what to do with the walking dead friend. Nah! Not one of the good days.
So, Jack was out there handling Owen, and he stayed put helping Jack in whatever way he wanted him to. Even if that meant attacking the glove with a cricket bat or suffering the cruel events in silence. Or watching Jack die again by sucking up death himself. Sod it! Life was bloody deviant these days or had it been always this way? Had he blocked that out because of his soppy feelings? This was Torchwood after all. Not a bloody fun fair. Whatever. Nothing he couldn't handle. Indeed. In the end they succeeded once again. Owen beat the darkness by reaching out for it and was rewarded by staying among the living. Well. Sort of.
*****
Jack didn't take any chances though. Owen was relieved of his duties and tested by Martha. He breathed rage through every pore in his body. Was going on a rampage even.
That foolish bloke! Ianto didn't even blink being ordered by Jack to take his gun and security pass away. He even said please to make it easier even though Owen had always despised him. That Jack asked Owen to make the coffee from now on was a slap in the face. He had always thought he was the only one qualified to make coffee for Jack. The best coffee worthy for a guy like Jack. He put a good face to the matter anyway and showed Owen how to handle the coffee machine. Owen didn't thank him though. He handled the machine like a maniac, almost breaking the thing, and then he put his anger at him.
"I bet you're loving this, aren't you? It's like you've finally won."
Oi! "I didn't realize we were in competition."
"Oh, come on! Even Tosh had more of a life than you used to. And now you're always out on missions, you're shagging Jack and I'm stuck here making the coffee."
"It's not like that." He flushed and kept busy tidying up. "Me and Jack." Bugger! Owen always succeeded in creating doubts, didn't he? Even dead he couldn't stop making other people feeling miserable about something.
"Yeah, yeah ... You and Jack. Gwen's getting married. Martha's got her bloke. God, even Tosh had Tommy. This is really shit!"
"We've all gone through shit. I've seen you dissect alien corpses," Ianto tried to soothe him. "I've seen you save so many lives. Are you really going to let this beat you?" He walked away then, keeping his doubts at bay. He and Jack weren't just shagging, right? Jack was his boyfriend. His companion. Damn you, Owen. Even dead you're ruining my day. Why do I even bother? Why am I still doubting my attraction? I've never done that with Lisa, have I? I was always certain about her love for me. I trusted her and what we were feeling for each other. Sure, but Lisa hadn't been soaked in pheromones or had been a magnet for every human being on this bloody planet.
Bugger! The next time he and Jack were getting it on Jack knew something was up because something was not. "Okay. What's going on? I'm giving you my best moves and get nothing down there." He glared at Ianto's limp penis.
"Never mind!" Ianto pulled his shorts back up. "I need a break anyway." This wasn't only because of Owen. It was the matter of Jack and him, the matter of what are we and what am I to you? The problem of him feeling and thinking too much.
"Don't get cute!" Jack robbed onto him and sucked a hickey into his neck.
"Come on. One night. Is that too much to ask?" Ianto said, willing to make Jack happy, but still not in the mood. But if Jack would unpack the goods Ianto was going to take him the way Jack wanted this to go, even if Ianto wasn't keen on having any sex right now.
"Sure." Jack rolled off him. "I'll be my own master then." He seized his hard-on.
Ianto watched his lover rubbing himself off. "Nice." He licked his lips.
"No, no." Jack shook his head. "You won't get a drop."
"No worries. I'm only looking, no touching included."
"We'll see," Jack scoffed, squeezing his cock gracefully and fierce at the same time.
Ianto shifted to make himself more comfortable for the delicate performance. "Indeed." He wouldn't give away his intention to lick ever drop of Jack's come up as soon as his lover had fired off. "Give me your best shot."
******
A few days later Owen was behaving more reasonable. He was eager and happy to go on a mission that sounded like having been made for him. Having no body heat was his biggest advantage in this case. He even tried to sacrifice himself for the cause but failed. The device in question didn't explode into Owen's face but sang to him lighting up the dark. A miracle that gave him the spark to hang on to the life he now had.
Well then! One more mission completed. Time for Martha Jones to say good-bye. Ianto wasn't even bothered that she kissed Jack. Why should he be? He was on his best given that Jack had worked hard to turn him on, even though this was once again about shagging not feelings. Never mind! Martha was going away, and Jack stayed here with him. Besides Jack didn't kiss her back and Ianto rejoiced. He was amongst the living. He was tasting life with all its flavours like the essence of his lover. He and Jack dabbled almost every night and indulged in each other's kinks. And there was a wedding to look forward to. Gwen and Rhys would tie the knot soon. So, no reason to sulk about the matter of feelings.
"I'm proud of you," Jack said, stretching his limbs. "You didn't even wince today seeing Martha kiss me."
"What's the point?" Ianto scratched his balls. "You did wince, by the way?"
"I didn't." Jack made a strange face.
"Oh yes, you did. You were worried I would be pissed."
"So what?"
"You feared I wouldn't tickle your tender spots the way you like it."
"As if."
Arrogant but true. Still an opportunity of having fun by playing a cock-tease for once. "So, you want me to give you a treat, or not, Jack?"
"Don't even start. You're the one losing out."
"Good night." Ianto turned his back on him.
Jack flipped him back to face him. "Playing hard to get, pig-headed Welshman? Well, I'll give you a treat you'll never forget."
Ianto sprawled. "Oh my, sir!" This's almost too easy, isn't it?
*****
The highlight in months, Gwen's wedding was only days ahead. A reason to cheer, right? Yeah, but unfortunately, the event was overshadowed by struggling with monsters and Owen's deadly condition. Just then Gwen was bitten by a shapeshifter of all things and got full term pregnant in a few hours. Not very pretty, wasn't it?
Bugger! Couldn't they have a good and normal thing for once? Not a wedding with a nasty alien egg surprise? Or him being sent to pick up a new wedding dress for the bigger Gwen. Of course, he ran off to do the deed, not having a clue that this could be embarrassing for a man on his own or turned into a kink he didn't know he was having.
All those dresses were too beautiful to describe them. He had just picked one glorious piece from the rack and held it up against himself, looking at his reflection in the mirror, when the shop assistant joined him.
"Can I help you?" Well. He was as gay as the next guy.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a wedding dress for a friend."
"Of course you are, sir. You'd be surprised, we're quite used to men buying for their... friends." His smirk said it all.
He stood there like a clown, being accused of lying even if he wasn't. So what? He didn't even care he was made. Instead, he wished Jack would be here with him cheering him on picking out the perfect dress for himself. So far, he hadn't realized he wanted the things Gwen and Rhys were having. Commitment. A shared flat. Engagement rings. Blimey! He was mad, wasn't he? Not even his sister knew about him and Jack. That he was with a man. That he was gay.
"Everything all right, sir?" the shop assistant asked, now looking rather concerned.
"Yeah, sure. I was just thinking about my... friend."
"I see." The smirk was back. "Have you chosen something to your liking then?"
"Indeed, I have." He bought the curviest dress and brought a catalogue along to be sure. He shouldn't have doubted his good taste in clothing.
"No, I like that one. Good choice," Jack agreed to his pick, leaving through the catalogue.
"I estimated Gwen's size from the hub security laser scans. As you know, my dad was a master tailor. He could size a man's inside leg measurement by his stride across the shop threshold."
"Ah, the family eye. Remind me to test it some time," Jack flirted, sounding inspired.
"Well, if ... uh ... later on ...," he said, seizing the opportunity. Incredible! All that wedding stuff gave him the strongest feelings. He leaned in for a kiss.
"Jack!" Owen burst into the office, ruining the moment.
"Yeah, brilliant, like that one." Bugger! He pointed at the catalogue, though he didn't know why he felt like pretending that nothing was about to happen if Owen wouldn't have interrupted them. Every one of the team knew he and Jack were shagging. So, why did he feel the need to play innocent because of a kiss? Was it because it was Owen? Owen, who always said the thing between him and Jack was just sex, and nothing more? Okay. Come on. Cheer up. This is not the moment anyway. Time to handle a shapeshifter that impregnated poor Gwen overnight. One nasty mission indeed. Not like he had imagined a wedding to go. Torchwood once again. Sod it!
*****
Though the wedding couldn't be more disastrous, they saved the day once more. Jack killed the beast. Gwen was not pregnant anymore. She and Rhys were married. Simply the most brilliant opportunity to step up and dance with a guy like it was the most normal thing to do. Jack had to retcon all the families and guests anyway afterwards, so no harm done. The only people who would remember the dance were his friends. The few people who knew much more. So, the ceremony was a blast, though he didn't like the cleaning up afterwards, which took ages. Wedding fairy, my ass.
The night was already going to end when he and Jack crept to their rooms. He dropped onto the bed, not minding undressing. He was robbed of energy. It had been a good day, though. He had danced with Jack at a crowded event. Sure, the onlookers had been strangers, no one from his family, but still. He had made a step forward. He even had made some sort of truce with Owen. He had overcome some of his insecurities. He wasn't jealous of Gwen anymore. Oh well...
A knock at the door. A second later Jack slipped in. "You should lock your door. Very careless after the crazy events today."
"I was expecting you." Ianto sat up and sprawled.
"Right." Jack bent forward and loosened Ianto's tie. "Aren't you tired out for today?"
"Not for this - not for you."
Frisky Jack slung the tie around Ianto's ankles. "My unsatisfied Welshman. What do I have to do to make you feel spent?"
"One of your games might help." He grabbed Jack by the arms and pulled him onto his lap.
"You like slow dancing, aren't you?" Jack whispered, and kissed him, a lazy kiss, soft and lingering.
"Mm-mm." He stripped off Jack's shirt.
"It turned you on to be seen with me, right? It turned you on to dance with me under the eyes of everyone."
"Indeed. Even if you had only eyes for Gwen."
Jack stopped caressing Ianto's shoulder blade. "You're wrong."
"Am I?" Don't pretend, Jack. I know, you're in love with her.
"I sure care for her."
"I know."
"But not as much as I care for you. Never as much as I care for you."
"Indeed?"
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"No." That didn't make him stop undressing his popular lover.
Jack kissed the pulse on Ianto's neck. "You will."
"I'm doubtful," Ianto said, aroused beyond words. Oh, Jack. I'm mad, am I? Mad as a hatter.
"I'll make you." Jack grinned and got up to pull the tie tight.
"Ouch!" Ianto bucked his hips. He was already painfully hard and willing to believe in Jack's vows. In the next hours anyway, coming in bloody delicious blasts.
Oi! Life was brilliant indeed.
