Bloody Jack - 4/?
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: 2083
Released: January 2023
Not only that Ianto got comfortable with being with a man these days, but he stopped being jealous as well as he didn't need frequent validation, neither in bed nor at work. Well. That's what he told himself at least. Anyway, every now and then he spent an evening without Jack and was able to cherish the time by himself or with others.
One of the reasons why he went to the Electro with Gwen and Owen today and didn't sulk at all because Jack didn't want to come along. He didn't even mind the heavy rain pouring down on them, so they were soaking wet at their arrival. He indulged himself with the memories of wonderful sights, scents, and sounds in the ancient cinema. Even picturing his dad didn't kill the good mood. Those hours here had been the rare times he and his dad had shared without fighting or making his old man mad with anger for not being the son for whom he had hoped. Though the joking around of Owen and Gwen during the movie annoyed him a bit, he was feeling fine. But then he spotted Jack in the strangest flick he had ever seen, and his good mood went down the drain. Gwen and Owen hadn't seen what Ianto saw thus they were leaving chatting like the other guests. And then, as he was alone in the movie hall, a fleeting shadow went passed him, giving him the bloody creeps. What the...? He jumped and wanted to bunk off and never come back. Oi! So much for the childhood memory of the few good times with his dad and its sudden violation. Bloody hell!
Jack arrived soon after and Ianto told him about his experience. Jack not only believed him but said he had heard a snatch of the film's music what sounded even crazier. All right then. The usual. Ianto rolled his eyes. Freaky things keeping them busy. On top of that ghosts. At least that was new. That he and Jack were investigating this case together was a bonus, even though he was asking himself if the reason was a bit of concern Jack had for him since that shadow had passed him. Bollocks! Jack just didn't want to be near Gwen since she was married and off-limits. I'm the lesser trouble that's all. Yeah. Never mind! Ianto enjoyed their time together despite of the tragedy of travelling people being trapped on film forever. He didn't know if he should fear or pity them. He played the hero anyway and saved one soul. A little boy. He cried seeing that putting his life on the line hadn't been in vain. That he was a saviour of the innocent for once. That he was an equal member of the team.
Jack agreed by making him come plenty in the next couple of nights.
There! I'm valued. Enough to make up for anything else that's missing, Ianto assured himself.
*****
Ianto could be the happiest man in Cardiff if not for Gwen. Right. Gwen was making trouble all over again and Jack was bothered by her putting her nose where she shouldn't. Gwen never stopped being on Jack's mind, sometimes even during having sex with Ianto. That did it! Ianto was a kind and patient man, but these interferences bugged him. Though he shouldn't care for Gwen messing things up, and her being unhappy, he respected Gwen and her ambitions. So, he slipped her the information of the secret location Jack was withholding from her. Ianto wasn't sure if it was sympathy for Gwen's cause or payback for Jack for always cheating at naked hide and seek.
Certainly, Jack found out about his betrayal and made him feel his disappointment by sending him home. Ianto didn't complain but mused home alone in bed why he did what he had done. Even losing at hide and seek was getting him stunning sex. So what? And Jack had been right about the case Gwen was chasing, too. Some things are better left alone. Right. Gwen was often too obsessive for her own good. Oh, come on...don't forget about Lisa. You haven't been any better, have you? Sure, but now... "Now, I should jerk off or go the fuck to sleep." Right. Said and done in record time.
*****
"Is something wrong, Ianto," Gwen asked, when they were leaving the Hub in the late evening the next day.
"Not that I know. Why?"
"I'm not used to you leaving the Hub this early. Honestly, I'm not used to you leaving the Hub at all. I figured you live here."
"Jack needs some alone time."
"Why-? Oh!" She bit her lip, looking sheepish. "Because of what you did for me?"
My, my! "Not at all. Why do you think that?" Right. Keep your head up. It's nothing like that. Jack isn't punishing me by withholding sex. That's beneath him, isn't it?
"I know he knows that you gave me the information about the... uh... is that why he's mad at you?"
Ianto snorted. "Jack is never mad, rather self-absorbed."
"Yet he shouldn't punish you for my faults."
Ianto raised both eyebrows. "You think I'm punished by sleeping at home? Lovely."
"Why should he send you home then? He likes to keep you right here."
"I can endure spending a few evenings alone."
"I'm sure you can, but doesn't it hurt your feelings?"
"Why does this concern you?"
"You're a nice sod, Ianto. I like you."
He shrugged. "I like you, too. But don't concern yourself with the matter of Jack and me."
She smiled. "As long as there is still a matter of Jack and you."
"We'll see." Maybe I'll be the one withholding sex. Jack shouldn't be too sure of himself. Oh, please. Don't even. Bugger off!
*****
"Tonight, you stay put," Jack ordered Ianto one day later.
"Why, sir, my work is done."
"Says who? I'm the boss."
"Are we in the mood to order me around?"
"You took your punishment like a man and for that you deserve a gratification."
"Oi! So, Gwen was right," Ianto deadpanned. "You are that guy."
Jack chuckled. "I told Gwen she worries for nothing."
"Indeed." Ianto glared at him. "I can live without getting any for a few days."
"Can you?"
"Yes, sure, but that doesn't mean I like it."
"All right." Jack got up from his desk and strutted over to him. He smoothed the tension around Ianto's chin with the subtle caress of his fingertips. "I'm sorry." He moved in and kissed Ianto thoroughly.
Okay. Fine. Ianto kissed back, though Jack turned a bit relentless. Ianto struggled free. "Jack!" He gasped. "What the hell? I can't breathe, and I heard my ribs crack."
"Did you?" He tongued the pulsing vein at Ianto's neck and squeezed his arse. "Message received though. You may set the pace." He bucked against him. "Ah. Hurry anyway. I'm ready to fire off soon."
"Oh my. Was it punishment for you too then?" Ianto smirked.
"You can bet. I'll never bring work home again."
"I will remind you..." He sank his teeth into Jack's uncovered right nipple, glorying in the pleasure of his luscious taste. Yeah, these are the good times, the life we deserve for the horror we endure. Let's not fuck it up.
*****
Ianto's hope was in vain. Shortly after the team was called to a condemned factory site to catch some creatures, they ran into a trap of heavy explosives crushing the building. Stuck under massive rocks and heavily wounded he heard Jack screaming his name, sounding dreadfully worried. I'm here, Jack. Get me out. Work your magic.
During holding out bittersweet memories were torturing his mind. His first encounter with Jack. The randy adventure with Myfanwy. The loss of Lisa. The craziness of being pulled to a man not even belonging to his time. Jerking off in secret. The surrender to Jack's irresistible gravity. The hottest night ever. Oh yeah. Jack had popped his cherry. And then followed the sensations of living a gay life. All those blissful seconds ticking by faster than he wanted them to. Nothing he had signed up for. Yet he didn't want any of it to end. Not today.
Blimey! He didn't want to die. Not now. Being happy with Jack. Coming out of the shadows - and the closet. Well, whatever, not now! He was not only a part of Jack but a part of the team. They didn't judge him for being with Jack just teased him on and off. Not ever though when Jack died once again. In those moments they all suffered for him or with him. Dear Jack! How can you endure dying so many times? How can I endure going through so many losses and reunions? Oh god! It hurts. Please hurry. Somebody. Anybody. I need you. His friends. Were they? Even Owen? Had he found a place to feel at home? Had he settled in for good? Sod it! Why should he lose all of that now?
Well. He wouldn't. Jack and Gwen came running to help him unstuck. Fortunately, Gwen hadn't arrived with them, hence she wasn't hurt buried under tons of cement. Ianto had called her earlier and left a message on her phone. Once he was free Jack relocated his shoulder. Bloody hell! He screamed. Sure. He was alive. Jack too. Every one of the team got away licking mostly shallow wounds. All good, right? No, it wasn't. Given that he appeared out of nowhere. The bastard responsible for the recent attack on their lives. John Hart. Baiting and threatening Jack with a holographic message of Jack's lost brother Gray. A brother Ianto didn't even know existed. Right. There we are. Gutted by unforeseen events. Torchwood all over again.
*****
In a day Ianto's fragile happiness was snuffed out. John Hart tortured and killed Jack. He opened the Rift releasing creatures of all sorts into Cardiff. He blew up half of the city. He made the biggest mess ever. All that was bearable and could be rebuild. That the bastard didn't take him seriously and called him eye-candy was meaningless. Ianto had been insulted worse in his life. By his father. Popular boys at school. Random gay bashers. Not that he had told Jack about them. All that was overshadowed and blacked out by the betrayal of Jack's brother Gray. Being a witness to the betrayal made Ianto understand how very much he loved Jack and the sight of Jack suffering in the worst way made him feel miserable to the core. A betrayal that led to the deaths of Tosh and Owen and the necessary cyrgo-freezing of Jack's brother. A loss that splintered their team and souls forever. Shit. He was crying right now once again delating Owen's and Tosh's files. He still couldn't grasp what the hell had happened and how it happened this fast. He couldn't believe Gwen was ready to quit and give up. He couldn't believe nothing would be ever the same again.
Jack hit it the hardest though. He wasn't just as laid-back anymore afterwards. He put the blame for Gray's brutal doings and the deaths of Tosh and Owen on himself. Not that he shared those feelings - neither in bed nor in their intimate circle of only three. "Now we carry on," he simply said, but Ianto knew him long enough to know he buried the true impact of the trauma deep inside. And John Hart had given away one or two details about Jack's mental state before he had left. Ianto didn't like the bloke one bit more for it but appreciated that he cared for Jack and that he had been forced to help Gray in his act of revenge.
So, Jack had shut off his feelings while Ianto was madly in love. He told himself to be patient, that he could wait, wait for Jack to recover, if that was what the inexorable world of Torchwood and the done damage required. Oh, well. He was young and healthy, and Jack couldn't die anyway. No harm done in fiddling away a bit of time. There was nothing wrong with giving into the sadness and mourn their lost friends respectfully. To put relationships on hold for a bit. As well as there was nothing wrong or weird about him and Jack. Only Torchwood queered their pitch over and over. Otherwise, he and Jack were fine.
Weren't they?
