Bloody Jack - 5/?
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: 3034
Released: May 2024
Well, seemingly effortless, Ianto, Jack, and Gwen slipped back into their daily routine. They ate. They slept. They handled stuff with the tenth doctor and the disaster of a stolen Earth. That mattered more than two beloved members of the team gone, didn't it? Off and on Ianto was having doubts. Did it matter more or not? To lose billions of people you have never known or two dear friends you shared crazy adventures and cheerful hours with. Blimey! Whatever the answer was, their friends were gone, and he mourned their loss among the burden of taking care of world affairs and dealing with Jack's mood swings triggered by the fate of his brother Gray. He even dared to laugh out loud once in this hellish scenario and was bawled at by Jack for that.
My, my. Easy there, sir. It was you who said, 'Now we move on'. Well, I did. I had to, for heaven's sake, and if only to keep myself from going insane due to grieving, fear, and a love I can hardly cope with. Right. So, he was not sorry for having a bit of joy. He was only sorry for the lack of time to make out a bit and downplayed his jealousy about a mysterious soldier Jack had once met in a bar. Jack was Jack, wasn't he? There were bigger problems in the sky.
Oh yeah. Death was coming, and when Jack kissed him and Gwen on the forehead and hugged them tightly, he knew the situation was grim. So what? Dying in Jack's arms wouldn't be the worst way to go, right? Quite so. Unfortunately, Jack had to leave to meet with the Doctor, and he was left with Gwen to fight the Daleks and his fear to die without having Jack at his side. That thought pushed him to shoot and scream like a loony at the creepy intruders. He wouldn't go down without his lover comforting him. Not now. No way! You have to come up with bigger threats than those Daleks to beat me. Got it?
Why, yes! Earth was saved and he, Jack, and Gwen moved on once again. Though the sorrow of their recent losses hovered above them like a heavy cloud in danger of bursting, raining all the regret down on them, poisoning the life and the simple joys they had left. Ianto guessed that was the reason why Jack didn't commit to him or made their relationship official. The reason why he still had the feeling he was just a convenient choice until Jack would leave him for someone more adventurous or unique. Someone like John Hart. A perfect fit for an immortal man out of time and place.
Come on. In his way Jack shows how important you are to him. That you belong together. Such as when a slightly handsome doctor at the hospital drooled over Jack. Bugger! Those damn pheromones. Or did he even come on to me? Whatever. Just then Jack put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in a possessive way he was feeling proud and shamed about at the same time. Mind-blowing. Oh yeah. Well. So far so good. Jack wasn't looking elsewhere for having fun, and Ianto was okay with being his one and only lover.
Though his moral conflict increased when he, Jack, and Gwen were thrown into the next end of life threat. An apocalypse. The children of Earth in danger. His beloved nephew and niece as well. Still, he wasn't concerned more than usually. Jack couldn't die and would save the day once more. He and Jack were good and even though Jack didn't like to call them a couple they were a couple.
Oi! Gwen was pointing it out also, and even though Jack never fully committed to him, Ianto was satisfied to be with him and to be alive. Not like Owen and Tosh. Right. A lovely snapshot of their deceased friends was stuck above the computer in the Hub, reminding him and Gwen of how lucky they were. Bloody damn lucky. Still fighting the fight. Still keeping up with what was coming at them, and doing couple stuff, no matter Jack was precisely denying that.
Thus Ianto was in such a fragile state he couldn't shun the inquisitive questions of his sister about having been seen at dinner with a man in a fancy restaurant. Cornered he didn't want to lie to her and confessed to being involved with Jack, though seeing her look the most baffled in her life was strangely satisfying. The homophobic yet tame jokes of his brother-in-law hurt a bit, but well, he had heard worse. Yeah. Definitely. Even in the years he wasn't living with a man.
Blimey! All that in front of the children, the little ones who were the reason why he had come here in the first place, right? His rotten scheme to take his niece and nephew to Jack so he could use them to break the frequency code of the aliens. Straight up! Shame on him! He was ready to use his family bloodline to serve Jack's needs. Well planned, Judas, but a failure anyway. His sister wasn't willing to let her children out of sight because of what was happening. Not even in their uncle's company. How does he feel about her being a good mother? Not persuaded by money nor gifts. Like shit he was feeling, yeah. Not able to help Jack in saving the world nor in satisfying his current needs or having the courage to push him about their stuck relationship. So, he was out to his family, that was good, though it didn't change anything. Not in the middle of a world-shaking crisis with volatile dimensions.
No shit! His minor problems bogged in the hellish reality of the world in peril. And then the whole lot went even more pear-shaped. Some loony planted a bomb inside of Jack and he was going to explode. A brisk good-bye kiss was what Ianto was left with, and then he and Gwen, who had just spilled to them that she was pregnant, bloody hell, were fighting to get out alive. Forced to abandon their home and workplace to be wiped out. And Jack waiting to be torn to pieces.
BOOM! Concrete, glass, and memories were raining down on him. Bugger! Buried under heavy rubble once again. He didn't know what he had done to be in that place. He had barely crawled out to the light when he was shot at without a warning. Oi! You bastards! Innocent until proven guilty. Ever heard of it? Sod you! He turned tail and ran off anyway. Was running for his life, not knowing if Jack was obliterated or not, and if Gwen was out, too, or already lying dead under their former base. Shit! He couldn't think about her now. Her or Jack. He needed every breath to escape while bullets were flying around his head. Yeah. Fuck it.
The first second he could catch his wind he called Gwen's home number. He was so happy when she picked up, to hear that she and Rhys were still alive. Unfortunately, he and Gwen didn't have time to agree on a meeting point. He didn't remember the place she suggested where they were supposed to have ice cream. Come on. He didn't like the stuff. Blamed it for having bad headaches. And then she had to hang up and he was on his own. He couldn't go to his flat or to his family. No way. His other friends were dead and buried. Guess what? I wish you were here, Owen. Your bad ass attitude would be helpful right now. Well. There's no point in wishing for a miracle, is there? Owen was gone. So was Tosh. The kindest friend a guy could wish for. And soon he would be gone too, if he couldn't find Gwen and Jack or a good hiding place. Right. Move it already! Lingering on the streets looking messed-up and homeless wasn't smart, was it? Not smart at all.
Well spotted, idiot. Yet going back to the crime scene, putting myself in danger to be recognised and captured is an even worse approach, isn't it? Yeah, maybe, but who would pay attention to me anyway? He was just the tea boy. Not one to be seen or cared for by secret agents, at least the ones being full of themselves. Indeed. He was overlooked watching those bastards putting a body bag with somebody's remains into a van. Jack, he thought, his heart aching with regret and longing. I'm here. I'm on to them. I do what I can... He wrote the licence plate number on the back of his hand. He needed to get to him. He couldn't leave Jack in the hands of those maniacs. They put a bomb inside of him, for fuck's sake. That said it all. Even though they couldn't kill Jack, they could torture him indefinitely. They probably would leave nothing undone to get whatever they wanted. Okay. Enough whining. Get going! Do something crucial!
First he managed to put a secret message to his sister. Asked her to meet him at the playground where their dad had once broken his leg. The sorest memory of his upbringing. No matter it was not on purpose but by accident, pushing him too hard on the swing. Still the temper of his father was an unforgotten issue talked to death by him and anyone around at the time. The crux of his mistrust in people, and sometimes even his family. Yet he was grateful his sister was listening to him in this bloody time with him looking like a bum. She didn't have to, but she believed his crazy story, being as kind as always.
And then it happened again. All children around were talking in unison. Controlled by a force unseen and unknown. A situation way over his head. Right. He and the world needed Jack. He snatched the laptop and the car keys from his sister and left in a hurry. She wasn't happy about it. Yet he had no second left to waste for pleasantries or sentiments. No choice to mind anyone's feelings whatsoever. Not even his own. The desire to lay down and rest. Okay. Let it go. Time to be ballsy.
After he had figured out where Jack was held captive, he had to watch his cementation. Even though he was far away looking through a spyglass he could hear Jack screaming. Or was it his imagination? Does it hurt so much seeing him tortured he only thought he could hear his misery? Never mind! He had to get him out. In concrete or not. Jack couldn't remain imprisoned by those maniacs. He had to deal with this shit. He was in authority now.
Right. Here you go! Bring it on! He snagged a bucket digger and ripped the entire concrete block out of its prison cell. Whoops! What a bloody daring stunt. Exhilarating! Those maniacs didn't see this coming, did they? The sensation of getting hold of Jack and shocking those bastards was a wicked turn on. Okay. Put that on hold. Shift your arse! Full speed ahead!
In the utter chaos of breaking walls and agitated soldiers shooting at random Ianto didn't expect to see Gwen and Rhys there as well, jumping on the bucket digger, joining in his messy escape. Oi! What a glorious reunion without any prior consultation. Torchwood indeed. With the team together again, Gwen's skills in shooting and blowing up stuff to block the street for pursuers, they made one of the luckiest getaways ever. So what? Didn't they deserve every luck in the world after what they had been through? Oh yeah. Ianto gripped the wheel. His knuckles creaked. They arrived at their destination. There he dropped the concrete block over the edge of a cliff breaking Jack free of the bloody codswallop. Ianto hoped that was the last hardship for today.
Well. And there he was. His lover. Alive. Starkers. Cement dusted. Ianto smiled for all that had been. Jack didn't smile back. He also didn't touch or hug him. Despite the miracle of his rescue, he was all business. Nothing Ianto couldn't bear under the circumstances. Making up time would come. Tonight, or tomorrow, or someday. He could wait. He always had been a patient man, hadn't he? Selfless and loyal. Sometimes to a fault. He took his seat in the back of the car content with the sight of Jack sitting in front giving of strength and confidence. All right. Let's move. This is far from over.
*****
After they had taking refuge in an abandoned Torchwood holding facility, Gwen and Rhys left the building to get their issues about Gwen's pregnancy sorted.
"All together. The old team," Ianto wisecracked. Oh. He was quite pissed. He envied Gwen and Rhys, listening to their arguing voices becoming distant, even if they were fighting, at least they were talking to each other. He and Jack were sitting stiffly on this mothy sofa as far away from each other as possible. There was a distance between them that hadn't been there before. He'd expected more now that he and Jack were alone. He'd expected to be rewarded for his clever actions. Haven't I done well? Outsmarted them all? Doing Torchwood credit? Bugger! The fire he had set in a barrel was of no avail to warm him up. He remembered that one day in this factory building. He on top of Jack, breathless, hot, because he was turned on by a man. Bloody hell! That happened ages ago, did it not?
Jack exhaled. "Whose idea was it to take the entire concrete block on a crazy drive and throw me off that cliff?"
"What?" He unclenched his fists. Well then!
"The concrete block. Me."
"It was my idea. It was the only way..."
"That was a great risk."
"Yeah. There wasn't any other chance..."
"Good job anyway."
"Thank you, sir," he sniffed and pulled his suit in order. He looked awful, smelled like rubbish, and... was not willing to beg for anything, simply because he deserved everything and much more.
"Are you mad at me?" Jack said, sounding bemused.
Ah. "No, of course not. Should I be?"
"I couldn't guess why."
"Indeed?" He pursed his lips. "Well, then everything is fine."
"Not yet stubborn Welsh man."
"Why so, Jack?" he feigned ignorance. Time to get up and do something useful. This is a crisis, is it not?
"First I need to do this." Jack leaned over and kissed him on the lips. No touching. Just the softest kiss, pressure-less though endearingly lingering. Not Jack's usual way to initiate dabbling.
Oi! Patience pays off after all. Ianto reciprocated the endearment equally lightly.
"Sorry, I didn't do this as soon as I was out of the concrete."
"Starkers? I wouldn't have minded." Ianto chuckled. "Since when are you too shy to show off a bit?"
"I'm not, but you are, and I didn't want to embarrass you in front of Gwen and Rhys."
"How thoughtful."
"I could have cuddled up to you on the backseat at least."
"Indeed, so, I insist on you making amends for such a personal slight."
"Deal."
"Now, Jack."
"Oh boy." Jack smirked. "Who have you evolved into? Soon you'll be the one setting all the rules."
"As if!" Ianto snorted. "You are the boss, and always will be."
"Sure, still, you want something, take charge already...," Jack teased, shifting seductively.
Ianto stared at him. How the hell was that bugger not knackered? "Okay. Fine. I hurt and since you're asking nicely...." He crawled deftly on Jack's lap, rubbing his crotch against his lover's hard-on.
"That's the spirit," Jack moaned, kissing him fervently now, as well as touching him plenty.
Bloody hell! I wanted this but... "Uh... Gwen and Rhys..."
"...are certainly doing it somewhere," Jack whispered into Ianto's ear. "Let's prove we're as cheeky as them."
... don't you dare back out! "Very well... sir."
"Put out then."
Do what you want. Take what you need. "Right away." Having quite a bit of practice he succeeded easily. "Given that I missed you."
"Mm. I can feel that." Jack ground their arousals together. "Naughty boy. Considering I was only gone for days."
"We haven't made out longer though."
"Haven't we? My bad. As soon as this mess is over, we'll go on a vacation making out all day every day."
"Promises, promises," Ianto grunted, already leaking.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Yes, sir!" He claimed Jack's lips with a searing kiss, at the same time riding him slowly, the friction unbearable and sweet. "Bloody hell, Jack! This is more than I had hoped for."
"You deserve it."
"Well, I do," Ianto crowed, savouring the sensations raiding his body and soul. We only dabble though. By no means a couple, right?
*****
He and Jack were finished as well as decent when Gwen and Rhys were coming back.
"See!" Though Gwen giggled as if she had caught them red-handed. "I told you they wouldn't miss us at all."
Bugger! Ianto jumped off the sofa and fumbled with his perfectly straightened tie.
"Couldn't you two make out for a while longer," Jack complained, uncurling his limbs. "We just warmed up."
"Jack, the world is ending," Gwen scolded, yet gloating over his shameless displayed bliss.
"Yeah, I know." Jack's demeanour changed at once and he joined the team meeting. "Let's save it then. Let's do what needs to be done."
Ianto nodded his head. All good. Postponed doesn't mean abandoned. For now, he was happy though. And full to the brim. Oi, you. Enough already. Be game to save the world and your beloved, and then you and Jack can make out properly. "Indeed. Let's kick those aliens back to where they had come from. Let's show them who is in charge around here."
"Hail to your undying Welsh spirits," Jack snarled, flashing him a wearied smile . "We need nothing short of a miracle to have a chance."
"Well then!" Ianto replied, ready for anything.
