| Date: 12 December 2007
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness Location: hotel lobby and hotel room Link to IJ: thread #4096 |
 Ianto went looking for Jack with a cup of coffee and a cranky look. His tie and jacket were off and his sleeves were rolled up. He handed the cup to Jack roughly when he found him in a foyer, managing not to spill it, "Anything, sir?" |
 Jack caught the coffee with one hand, and Ianto's elbow with the other. "Easy, Ianto. What's wrong?" |
| "There's nothing that's giving me any idea of where we are. Or when we are." |
| "Time doesn't seem to exist here, and." He paused. "Did you go outside last night?" |
| He shook his head, "I was talking to the kitchen staff. Why?" |
| "The stars." |
| "What about them?" |
| "There's not recognizable from earth, and we're near some galaxy. When's not important. I don't think time works here, at all." |
| "My watch broke," he admitted, "I thought it was the trip." |
| "Why are you freaking out?" He still hadn't let go of Ianto. |
| "I'm tired and I want to go home, sir," Ianto said, jaw tight. |
| "...Have you slept at all, Ianto?" |
| "No, sir, I've been occupied," he said dryly, "Have you?" |
| "Yes. I have." He put the coffee down on the nearest flat surface and moved his hand to Ianto's back. "Come on." |
| He was clearly surprised by that, "You never sleep." |
| "I rarely sleep. Yesterday I slept 18." He did look better than he had. He pushed lightly with his hand on Ianto's lower back, guiding him toward the stairs. |
| Ianto let Jack push him, "Where are we going?" |
| "Upstairs. To bed." |
| "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to buy me a drink first,sir. " Ianto stopped drinking his coffee. "We can't be out of time.' |
| "You brought me one - same difference." He flashed a quick smile and stepped into the hall at the first landing. "Why can't we?" |
| "It doesn't make sense." Ianto was still thinking, "Two seperate points in the timeline." |
| Jack opened a door, randomly, and ushered Ianto in. "It makes as much sense as anything dealing with time does." He closed and locked the door behind them. |
| "Time doesn't make sense?" he questioned, toeing off his shoes and putting down his coffee cup. He ruffled his hair and looked grouchy, "Time makes sense when it's linear." |
| "Time's never linear. Lives are linear. There's a difference." He pushed Ianto gently back toward the bed. |
| Ianto sat on the edge of the bed, "I can put myself to sleep, Captain." |
| "I'm sure you can," he said mildly. "But you're not going to." |
| "Why not?" he unfastened his belt and took it off before unbuttoning his shirt. |
| Jack dropped to one knee and peeled Ianto's socks off. "Because I'm not leaving you alone like this." |
| "Alone like what?" he pushed his shirt off, tired. |
| He grabbed Ianto's shirt, and took it to the dresser. "Exhausted, cranky, frustrated and scared. Don't worry, your virtue's safe, but I want to keep an eye on you, all right? I'm worried." |
| "My nonexistant virtue is safe from the biggest lecher on five planets,' Ianto said with a tiny, annoyed smile, getting out of his pants as he crawled up the bed. He didn't deny being scared. "We need to get home, Jack. Tosh can't handle Gwen and Owen on her own." |
| "I am not a lecher, I'm just friendly." He paused long enough to get his shoes off before he sat down on the bed, beside Ianto. "I promise, if we get back none of this will matter at all. Time will correct itself. No one will even realize you've been gone." |
| "Not even me, apparently," he tugged lightly at Jack, pulling him down beside him. If Jack was staying, and he apparently was, Ianto was getting something out of it. He hadn't slept beside someone a year and a half. He never slept with Jack after they fucked; it was a betrayal of Lisa. Intimacy even deeper than sex. And it was impossible to sleep beside Lisa. "Are you worried?" |
| Jack resisted being pulled down until he'd unlaced his boots, and then moved and stretched out along side him. He knew the sleeping together thing required things he and Ianto didn't have - like trust - but he still wasn't leaving. Or making a thing of it. "Sure," he admitted. "But I don't think there's much we can do but wait it out." ...He'd had a similar response to landing in WW2, and that hadn't even had the Doctor. And he hadn't been facing going back to his *own* death. |
| "Meet anyone else crazy?" he inquired, closing his eyes. Ianto had the benefit of believing that if he died here it would interrupt Jack's timeline. Jack would try not to do that. |
| "I met the Doctor." He brushed his fingers through Ianto's hair, along the side of his throat and over his shoulder. |
| "Aren't we meant to capture him on sight?" he asked lazily. |
| He kept dragging his fingers back and forth over Ianto's arm and throat, gradually lengthening the strokes. "Mm. I captured him, broke his nose, and then spent an evening discussing relativity." |
| He relaxed at the fingers on his throat, closing his eyes, "Only you, Jack." |
| He scratched lightly across Ianto's throat, at a very slight angle. "Only me what?" |
| "I thought you said my virtue was safe, sir," Ianto relaxed a bit more, eyes opening, just slightly, "Only you could tell so many stories that are probably mostly true." |
| "You keep your virtue in your throat? I might have guessed." He smiled, a little, and kept petting him. "Everything I say is true." And since none of it mattered, anyway. "I just don't say a lot that's also true." |
| "Tosh says you gossip like her auntie," Ianto smiled very slightly, "But you still don't tell anything." |
| "Is it gossip if you're talking about yourself?" he mused, sliding his hand down from Ianto's throat, over his chest and stomach, and then back up his side. |
| "Jack," Ianto groaned very softly, tangling his legs with Jack's, "Yes, it is." |
| Jack pushed his knee against Ianto's gently. "Sounds about right, then." He kept looping his hand. Across Ianto's throat, down over his stomach, across to his hip, back up. A little more pressure every time, but very, very predictable. |
| Ianto slid his hand up, under the back of Jack's shirt, "If you intend to keep doing that, you should kiss me." |
| He made a low sound and pushed his back up into Ianto's hand, in pure physical response. "I thought you said you were the top." He was ..not exactly teasing, but he was amused. |
| "You're being pushy, I'm tired, and you don't trust me that much," Ianto yawned. |
| He laughed. "I trust you that much and I'm not being pushy,but you are definitely that tired." |
| Ianto shifted to kiss Jack softly, fingers trailing down the other man's spine. |
| He curled his hand around Ianto's jaw, fingers in his hair and thumb against his pulse, opened his mouth and kissed back. Less soft, slick and hot and with a low groan. |
| "Jack," Ianto said very softly, shifting to press against him hard, deepening the kiss, roughening it, nails scratching. |
| Jack jerked into Ianto, at the scratching, groaned and growled into the kiss. His fingers curled in Ianto's hair, and he nipped Ianto's lower lip. "I need undressed, Ianto." Gently, but firmly. Because he didn't have a ready change of clothes here. |
| Ianto laughed at that, low and rough, "We can do this in the shower." |
| He rolled away from Ianto, off the bed and to his feet. Something about that laugh disturbed him, deeply. It also *turned him on* . "Shower's a good idea." Would save mess. ...and *that* thought chilled the hell out of him, something covered by the fact that he was undressing, with a fair amount of aclarity, given all the layers he wore. |
| Ianto slid to his feet, stripping off his boxers and under shirt, watching Jack strip, then holding out his hand. |
| Jack tossed all his clothes into a chair, then took Ianto's hand. No hesitation, no reserve, eyes on Ianto's and his eyebrow up. |
| Ianto used his free hand to muffle a yawn, squeezing Jack's hand with the other. He tugged Jack lightly into him, using the hand that had just muffled the yawn to curve around the back of Jack's neck, murmuring softly. |
| He slid both his arms around Ianto. "Sweetheart, you know you are allowed to just go to sleep." |
| "I was going to before some maniac gave me a hard on," Ianto smiled, kissing Jack's throat and fitting their bodies together. |
| Jack walked them into the bathroom and turned the shower on. "I'll keep an eye out for maniacs," he promised. |
| "Good luck with that," he slid his hand down to Jack's hip, "I missed this." |
| He brushed his thumb over Ianto's lower lip. "Which part of this?" he asked, quietly and guided them into the tub and under the warm spray of water. |
| "Touching you," he bit Jack's thumb lightly, letting his nails scrap over Jack's stomach. |
| Jack braced his hand on the shower to keep from curling up around that light scratch, slide and sting of it more intense for being wet. He hissed through his teeth, and his cock pretty obviously responded. "Me too," he admitted. |
| Ianto kissed Jack warmly, hand sliding down to his cock, thumb twisting over the head. |
| Jack groaned softly, his fingers curled, and he was still strangely hesitant, a little awkward and unsure. It wasn't Ianto's fault, it was the really damn weird day and jerking off over his corpse and time point variations and - Oh, fuck it. He thrust into Ianto's hand, moved his hand around to wrap his fingers around Ianto's cock, and just worked on shoving thought away. It almost, mostly, worked. Regardless, it still felt damn good. |
| He backed Jack into the shower wall, holding him there with one hand on his hip, stroking firmly and familiarly, pressing soft lazy kisses to Jack's throat, thrusting slowly into Jack's hand. |
| Jack slid his hand up into Ianto's hair and curled there, not quite fisting. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly and deliberately, and shut everything but the feel of Ianto's hand and cock out. He growled softly, started to tense up a little and his fingers curled tighter after a very little bit, but settled again, fast. |
| "I've got you," Ianto murmured, starting to shiver in the warm water. |
| Jack laughed at him, twisted his hand so his thumb dragged over the head of Ianto's cock and kept his hand in Ianto's hair supportive and as solid as he could. "Fuck." |
| "I don't think we have time for that," Ianto half-laughed half-groaned, fingers twisting around Jack's cock. |
| "That was not a request," he muttered, through his teeth. He winced, fought back and just got that much more focused, and a little rougher, with the slip and slide and drag of his hand over Ianto's cock. ...How the hell did wanking each other off turn intot his? How? |
| "Hard to tell the difference," he groaned, warning, "Jack, I'm.." before he came, groaning, still stroking Jack. |
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