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After much discussion, Ianto had finally convinced Jack that he was too exhausted for any more sex, for now. Jack had reluctantly agreed to get dressed only after Ianto swore that he would have sex on the kitchen table later that evening. A promise that Ianto regretted making the morning after.
The remainder of the week passed quickly. There had been furniture selected, schools checked out and jobs investigated. Jack had a smile plastered on his face the entire time, not remembering when he had been so happy. They had spoken to Owen and had postponed buying any furniture for him until he got there, he had insisted. He was also extremely excited about the prospect of a puppy, making Jack promise that they would get one as soon as they got moved over.
Things at Torchwood seemed to be going equally as well. Ryan was stepping up and leading the team, even going as far as discussing with Jack the possibility of bringing in more people. Jack was unsure but given that they were essentially one man short, Jack had given his blessing. He just wondered how Ryan was going to decide who would be the best man or woman for the job. It was a task that Jack had never taken lightly, finding just the right people had always been a challenge, and for the most part, he was quite proud of the people he had picked to work under him. He found it hard, but he knew he was going to have to put his trust in Ryan if he ever wanted to be able to fully step back from Torchwood. It was more difficult than he had imagined but he knew Ianto was worth it.
Ianto still was trying to decide what to do for a job. He knew that if it were up to Jack, he’d never work again, but he was far too structured to imagine that sort of life. For now, he wasn’t worried. Money would never be a priority for him again, Jack and Owen were the only things that would ever really matter to him from now on.
The next few weeks passed in a blur, and before they knew it, Ianto and Owen were settled into their new home in Cardiff. Owen loved Cardiff, and Jack, true to his word, got him a puppy shortly after he arrived, a Welsh Corgi. They settled into domestic life quickly, almost as though there hadn’t been twenty years lost between them.
On a bright August morning, Jack and Ianto made their relationship legal in front of Owen , Gwen and Rhys and . . . Alice and Steven. Jack did a double take when he saw them standing there. It couldn’t be . . .
Jack’s eyes opened in a flash, a cold sweat coating his body. Tears began sliding down his face as he remembered the dream he had just had. Even though it had been twenty years since he had lost Ianto, there were still dreams, dreams like the one he just had, so full of detail and life that he hated waking because in his sleeping mind, he was a happy man. His dreams about Ianto had subsided somewhat through the years but everynow and again, something would trigger his subconscious and these glorious dreams would come to him. But every time, Steven was there, because no matter how long it had been, nothing could assaude his guilt for that death. No matter how long he lived, nothing would ever take away that guilt, he knew that with great certainty.
He got out of bed and walked to the window, looking out on the streets of New York. He wondered if being here was what had triggered this latest dream. He had remembered a short trip he and Ianto had taken to New York for some UNIT business early in their relationship. They’d had a great time, Jack showing Ianto all the sights as Ianto had never been to New York before. Had it been here that Ianto had told Jack the story about his grandfather’s watch? He couldn’t remember for sure. As time passed, the memories were getting hazier but in his dreams they remained sharp. He wondered why that was? It was if his subconscious brain was conspiring against him, never letting him forget when it’s all he wanted to do.
He glanced down at his watch, actually Ianto’s watch. He had taken it off Ianto at the morgue, wanting to keep a small piece of his lover with him. Everytime he glanced down at it, he was reminded of his beautiful boy. He had vowed to Ianto that he would never forget him, and he meant to keep that promise.
His hand shook when he looked at the date. It had been twenty years ago, twenty years ago today that he had lost Ianto. He nodded slowly, so that’s what that dream had been all about. So much had happened since then, so much. He thought back to his revenge on the 456, that had been especially sweet. It had taken him years but he had extracted his revenge on them, in spades. Oh how they’d suffered, he had seen to that.
He walked to his coat, pulling a picture out of a pocket. He glanced down at it fondly. It had been taken at Gwen’s wedding, all of them smiling and happy, and relieved. He snorted back a small laugh as he remembered the events of that day. He ran a finger down their faces, down Tosh’s beautiful cheek, across Owen’s smirking mug, and along Ianto’s firm jaw. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he remembered the feel of Ianto in his arms. He’d give anything for one more dance with him.
Events of the past twenty years flew through his mind. He had spent the first 6 months after Steven and Ianto’s death wandering the world, trying to find the good in it that he had told John Hart about. It hadn’t been easy. Everywhere he went he saw more death and destruction, the allure of Earth had begun to quickly fade for him.
He’d felt like a bit of a coward when he eventually left, but at that point, he had given up hope and wanted to be anywhere but here. So he ran, ran as far and as long as he could. He did, however, keep tabs on Gwen, he still loved her dearly. Knowing she was safe with Rhys and her children, it’s the one thing that kept some semblence of hope alive in Jack.
He wandered the universe for several years, quite reckless with his life, dying many more times, all the while hoping that the last one would be the death that would finally do him in. But he knew that if blowing him to smithereens couldn’t accomplish that, probably nothing would. He had found the 456, those cowards, hiding in the darkness of a nebula. It had taken him years but he had found them and had gotten revenge not only for himself but for the first twelve children they had taken, the people who died alongside him and Ianto, and most importantly, for Steven and Alice. He had shown them as much mercy as they had shown him.
Eventually, he had crossed paths with the Doctor and they had long discussions about all of this. The Doctor was finally able to convince him of how necessary he was to the the people of Earth, how they needed him and he begrudgingly returned. Torchwood Cardiff was still rebuilding. Gwen had done what she could, but with the kids, she had eventually settled for a quieter, simpler life. Jack knew that had been no easy task for her. Anything would have to be a letdown after her time at Torchwood, Jack reckoned.
After his return, Jack had given up working for Torchwood. The losses he had emassed over the years were just far to great and he didn’t want to continually keeep adding to them. UNIT had been happy to have around as an ad hoc advisor and operative. It was a job that suited him, at least for the time being. He stayed based out of Cardiff, he did so love the city and it’s people. Besides, Gwen was there and so was Ianto’s family, both of which he kept a keen eye on.
But what he loved best about being in Cardiff, was the opportunity to visit Ianto, well, Ianto’s grave. Since the Hub had been destroyed, there was no longer anywhere to store the bodies of Torchwood operatives, a fact that Jack grieved for as well. He had made sure that Ianto’s body was given to his sister and that he was able to get a proper burial. Jack would come to the cemetery every week, always with a different bouquet of flowers. It occurred to him that Ianto had never told him what his favorite flower had been so he hoped that one of the times he would have gotten it right.
His grave was in a secluded part of the grounds, surrounded by trees and shrubs. Rhiannon didn’t put him near his parents, she knew that’s the last place he would have wanted to spend eternity.
A simple headstone marked his resting place:
Ianto Jones
1983-2009
Beloved brother, uncle and friend.
Hero.
Jack would sit there for hours, telling Ianto all about his exploits, all the things he had longed to tell him while Ianto was alive, but just never had found the time to do. He had all the time in the world now and there were so many stories that needed telling.
A short time later, Ianto sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Jack packed up his few belongings into a small satchel. He blushed furiously when Jack turned and noticed him staring.
“What?” Jack asked bemusedly.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Ianto responded, although that wasn’t quite the truth. He really was disheartened by the prospect of Jack leaving. It didn’t seem fair to him that they had gone all those years apart only to have to let go of each other yet again. He tried to lift his spirits by reminding himself that it wouldn’t be so long, only a few weeks and they would see each other again. It wasn’t working.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Jack asked as he folded a shirt.
“Thoughts are now a dollar, inflation you know.” Ianto deadpanned back to Jack.
“Okay, so what will five get me?” Jack replied, a broad grin on his face. Ianto gave him a half smile.
“Jack, I just . . . .” He stared sullenly at his hands. “You’re going and . . .”
“I know Ianto, I know.” Jack said quietly as he walked over to Ianto. “But you’ll be over in a few weeks, and then, before we know it, you’ll have moved back and will be sick of me in no time.” Ianto chuckled loudly.
“True.” He rose from the bed and wrapped his arms around Jack. “But I’m thinking it’ll be you sick of us.”
“Never.” Jack responded adamantly before kissing the tip of Ianto’s nose. “I’ve always wanted a family of my own, and now I’m finally going to have one.”
“But when was the last time you actually lived with someone? I have a feeling it’s going to take some adjustments on all of our parts.” Jack shrugged before grabbing Ianto’s shoulders and gazing intently into the man’s eyes.
“Let’s not put the cart in front of the horse Ianto, one step at a time. Yeah, there’s going to be some adjustments, but I’m more than willing to do it. As long as I have you everything else is just . . .” he waved his hand dismissively, “just superfluous.” Ianto arched an eyebrow in mock surprise.
“There you go with those big words again Capt“ Jack laughed loudly as he pulled Ianto against him. “Not that I’m complaining.” He sighed as he looked at Jack. “How am I going to get through the next few months?” He rested his head against Jack’s chest listening to the steady pounding of his heart.
“The same way I am, loads of phone sex.” Jack replied cheekily. “Seriously. I’ll be calling several times a week just to hear those sexy Welsh vowels of yours.”
“You're in Cardiff, there's plenty of people who can give you sexy Welsh Vowels" Ianto teased. "Nevertheless, I’m going to hold you to that Jack.” Ianto murmured as he gave Jack a quick kiss and then began scurrying around the room trying to locate all of his clothes. “Did you happen to see where my boxers have gotten to?” He looked at Jack who shrugged and gave him his most innocent look.
“Haven’t a clue. Where did you have them last?” He tried desperately not to smile but it was especially difficult when Ianto was standing in front of him naked, hands on hips, an exasperated look on his face. Ianto shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Maybe they’ve gotten into your bag somehow?”
Jack shook his head, “Nope, not possible. Did you check under the bed?” Ianto sighed heavily before bending over and looking on the floor. Jack rushed to stand behind him and admire the view. “Nice arse.” He commented as he watched. Ianto took another deep breath before straightening himself.
“Sod off . They don’t appear to be there. How surprising.” He paused, trying not to sound frustrated. “Jack if you’ve got them, just tell me so I can stop trying to find them.”
“Okay, okay. I‘ve got them.” Jack admitted sheepishly. “I just wanted to take something of yours with me, something for when I’m missing you.” Ianto ran his hand gingerly down Jack’s cheek. “Hope that’s alright?”
“So what do I get when I’m missing you?”
“What do you want? I’ve got some shirts, socks, my coat . . .”
“Like you would ever give up that coat. It would be like Superman giving up his cape.” Jack walked across the room and picked up his coat, bringing it back over to where Ianto was still standing. He offered it to Ianto who adamantly refused it. “No Jack, I’m not taking your coat.” Jack finally took the coat and wrapped it around Ianto’s naked body.
“This way, you can feel my arms around you, always. And you do realize that if I’m Superman, you’re my kryptonite.” Jack whispered as he arranged the coat on Ianto’s shoulders. “You can return it to me when you’re back for good.”
“Jack really, I’m not taking your coat.” He took the coat of his shoulders and placed it on the bed. “But you don’t know how much I appreciate the fact that you’d be willing to give it to me.” He looked into Jack’s small bag and pulled out a wadded up t-shirt. “This will be fine.” He held the shirt close to his face and took a deep breath. “Smells wonderful, like you.” He walked over to the sitting area and located his trousers, shaking them out before putting them on. “And I’m not so sure that I like being compared to kryptonite, isn’t that the thing that can kill Superman?”
“I think it weakens him and since I can’t die, it’s a moot point really.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “My point was, and I did have one, was that you’re the one person who so utterly lowers my defenses and with whom I feel my most vulnerable. That’s the effect you had and continue to have over me Ianto Jones. No one, not in a very long time, has that kind of power over me.” He walked over to Ianto and cupped his face gently between his hands. “So despite what you think, around you, I’m really quite fragile.” He lowered his mouth onto Ianto’s and kissed him gently.
Ianto gulped hard as Jack pulled away. He didn’t know how to respond to what Jack just said to him and so he didn’t. He watched as Jack went back to the bed and continued his packing. He hurriedly put on the remainder of his clothing. A surprised expression crossed his face as he moved, the feeling of his bare genitals against the coarse fabric of his trousers was strangely erotic.
“Is there a problem?” Jack asked as he noticed the odd look on Ianto’s face.
“Uh, no. Not at all. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that you . . . never mind.” He glanced down at his watch. “I should be going.” Ianto nodded as he tied his shoes.
“I’m just about ready.”
“Ianto? Would it be alright if I went by myself to the airport.” He looked away quickly from the shocked expression on Ianto’s face. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t want you to come, it just would be easier on me if you didn’t. You know how crap I am at good byes.” He stared out the window but he could feel Ianto’s eyes boring through his head.
“That’s bollocks and you know it Jack.” Ianto replied, anger now tinting his voice. “Besides, it’s not like we’re never going to see each other again. I’ll be over in a few weeks.” He grabbed Jack by the arm and turned him around to meet his gaze. “I promise Jack.” Ianto stated emphatically, “I’ll see you soon.”
He grabbed Jack by the shirt front and pulled him against him. “So stop being so bloody daft.” He kissed Jack long and hard before letting go of him. “So are you ready to go?”
Jack stared unblinking at Ianto as he crossed the room and put on his coat. He hurried back over to the bed and grabbed the t-shirt before stuffing it into his pocket. “Don’t want to forget that, now do I? You coming?” Jack nodded wordlessly as he grabbed his bag and coat and followed Ianto out into the hall.
They said little on the ride to the airport. Jack held tightly onto Ianto’s hand as they traveled. The tension in the cab became more palpable as the journey continued. Ianto felt like it was twenty years ago all over again, course when he left the first time, it had been alone. As they neared the airport, Jack’s grip increased in strength, so much so that Ianto was grimacing by the time they finished the trip.
Ianto paid the cabbie and slid out of the cab behind Jack. They stood there quietly, looking desperately at each other. Ianto struggled to hold back the flood of tears that were on the verge of flowing forth. Jack was trying just as hard to keep his tears in check.
“So . . .” Jack began, his voice quivering slightly. “I guess I need to get going.” Ianto nodded. Jack took a deep long breath. “See, this is what I wanted to avoid.”
“I know, I know.” Ianto murmured, “I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up about this. I’m going to see you soon. And in a few months, we’ll be together.” He tried to sound cheerful.
“Precisely. In no time at all.” Jack agreed somewhat happily. He ran a cold hand down Ianto’s cheek. “But it’s so fucking hard to let you go again even if it’s only for a short while.”
“How did we get through the first time?” Ianto wondered out loud.
“I recall a large amount of scotch and larger amounts of vodka.” Jack replied, remembering many a morning of pounding hangovers.
“Yeah for me too. Too old for that now.” He laughed quietly. “Well, you need to get going. Don’t want you missing your flight.” He grinned mischievously. Jack couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’ll call you when I get back to the hub, okay?” Ianto nodded solemnly. “Bloody hell Ianto, just tell me to go already.”
“Alright Jack, get going.” Ianto said rather unconvincingly. Jack smiled and then grabbed him frantically, pressing his lips tightly against the Welshman’s. Ianto clutched to Jack and returned the kiss with just as much ardor, not caring who was watching them. Jack pulled away suddenly, gave Ianto one long last look then turned on his heel and headed into the terminal.
Ianto stood there stunned for a few minutes, unsure what had just happened. He watched until he could no longer find Jack in the throng of people. He did have to hand it to Jack, he certainly knew how to make an entrance and exit too it seemed. He gave one more forelorn look into the terminal before hailing a cab.
To part 10 http://kneadyrn.livejournal.com/12956.ht
Author: KneadyRN aka Angela
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack meets Ianto's son. Will they get along, will they hate each other?
Comments: Sorry it's taking me so long between postings but I've not been writing much lately, but I've been trying to remedy this as of late.
Hopefully a nice long chapter will make up for the delay.
Anyway, hope you all that are reading this, enjoy it and am liking the direction I am going. As always, comments, questions and concerns appreciated.
Part 6 http://kneadyrn.livejournal.com/11218.ht
They finished their coffee hurridly, their eyes never breaking contact from one another. Ianto rose quickly and grabbed their coats, once again assisting Jack with his before slipping into his own. He was surprised to discover that he had missed doing those small tasks for Jack. They both buttoned up their jackets before heading out the door.
“I’m not taking you away from anything tonight am I?” Ianto asked as they left. Jack shook his head, even if there had been something, nothing was more important than this.
“So what are you in the mood for?” Ianto asked as they walked down the busy street. Jack smiled wickedly but kept his comments to himself. Ianto blushed when realized what he had just said. “For dinner.” He added quickly.
“You’re the local expert. Whatever you want is fine by me.” Jack’s smile caused a flutter in Ianto’s stomach. He honestly felt like he was 16 again.
“I know a good Italian place a few blocks from here. That be okay?”
Jack nodded as they continued walking down the street. “Oh, speaking of Italian. Guess what I bought?” Ianto shrugged, knowing Jack it could be any number of things.
“I have no idea, Italy?”
Jack groaned and rolled his eyes before answering. “You remember the pizza place near the hub?” Ianto nodded.
“Jubilee?”
“I bought it.” He exclaimed proudly. Ianto laughed loudly.
“You bought a pizzeria? Why?”
“We spent so much money there on pizza that I figured it would be an investment in the long run. I don’t really have much to do with it, kind of takes care of itself. They’re trying to get me to expand but I’m not sure about that.” Ianto just looked at him shock and awe.
“You’re certainly full of surprises Jack Harkness.” Jack gave him one of his trademark grins. They walked quietly the remainder of the way to the restaurant, both of them longing to grab hold of the other. A few minutes later they arrived at their destination. Ianto held the door open for Jack as he ushered him inside. Fortunately, it was still fairly early and they were able to get a table. Ianto had been a bit concerned that they would be booked up for the night.
They were seated at a quiet table near the back of the restaurant. Ianto eyed the wine list carefully.
“Mind if I order the wine?” Ianto asked. Jack shook his head, he knew Ianto had impeccable taste when it came to wines. Ianto selected a merlot and placed the order with the waiter. Ianto had a difficult time focusing on what to have to eat, especially since he could smell Jack and his 51st century pheromones so keenly. Jack, likewise, was having a difficult time concentrating at the task at hand. Right now, he didn’t even know if he would even be able to eat anything, his stomach in knots. He just decided that whatever Ianto ordered, he’d have the same.
“So,” Jack began, “you have a son. Named Owen. I still can’t believe you named him that, I didn’t think you and Owen had been all that close.” A bemused expression settled on his face as he thought back to the time when Ianto had shot Owen. Ianto shrugged.
“He grew on me, especially those months right before he . . . Well, before he was gone. I was surprised by how he was able to handle things after he, um, died. I respected him after that.” Jack smiled sadly, not a day went by that he didn’t think of Owen and Toshiko. “Oh,” Ianto exclaimed as he pulled out his wallet. “This is him. It’s his school photo.” He handed the picture over to Jack who gazed longingly at it. The boy was handsome, having his father’s blue eyes and pug nose and slight smile.
“Nice looking boy.” He commented as he handed the picture back to Ianto. Ianto smiled happily as he returned the photo to his wallet.
“He’s smart as a whip too. Speaks 3 languages, knows more about computer programming then I do, and he’s doing math on a college level.” Jack smiled as he listened to Ianto, he was so obviously proud of his child.
“Hmmm, sounds like definite Torchwood material to me.” Jack said jokingly. Ianto’s face went blank.
“No, I would never want him to have to live that sort of life.” He announced abruptly, his tone sharp. Jack blinked quickly, he guessed that he had never fully realized what being part of Torchwood had done to Ianto.
“I was only kidding Ianto.” Jack murmured quickly. He paused for several seconds before continuing. “Was it really that horrible, being a part of it?” Ianto took a long drink of his wine as he considered his answer.
“No Jack, they were some of the best times of my life, but also some of the worst. I saw so many incredible things, things I would have never imagined were it not for you. Being a part of Torchwood gave me purpose in my life again, you know that. But of all it came with far too high a price. I didn’t want to end up like Tosh and Owen and Eric and Margaret and Colm and all those countless other people.” He stared despondently at his hands.
“I understood that Ianto, that’s why I let you go. I couldn’t have borne it if something had happened to you. I only wanted you to be happy.” He reached across the table and took Ianto’s hand into his own, rubbing it gently. “You’ve been happy, haven’t you?” Ianto nodded slowly as he clutched tightly onto Jack’s hand.
“The day Owen was born was the happiest day of my life and everyday I have with him is . . . Is beyond any happiness I deserve.”
“You deserved every happiness, never doubt that.” Ianto brought Jack’s hand up to his mouth and kissed it softly.
“What about you Jack, don’t you deserve some happiness too?” Jack shrugged.
“I have moments of happiness, like now. They tide me over through the bad times. You will never know how many times that I have thought about you, knowing you were out in the world somewhere, safe and sound. That made me happy.” Ianto blinked back tears that were threatening to spill down his face.
“Can we get out of here?” Ianto asked quietly. “I need . . .” Before he was able to finish his sentence, Jack had pulled out his wallet, thrown a fifty dollar bill on the table and was now putting on his coat. Ianto sat there dumbstruck as he watched Jack.
“You coming?” Jack asked as he headed towards the door, a wide grin on his face. Ianto shook his head as he stood up and grabbed his coat. He rushed to catch up with Jack who was already half way out the door before he had gotten his coat on. When Ianto stepped out the door, he didn’t see Jack and he thought for a split second that he had just up and left. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar hand motioning to him from behind a wall.
As soon as he rounded the corner, Jack had him thrust against the wall, his mouth pressed hard against Ianto’s. Hands and tongues moved in a wild frenzy. Jack nipped at the tender flesh of Ianto’s neck, bringing forth loud sighs of pleasure.
“Your hotel far from here?” Ianto asked breathlessly.
“I can’t wait that long.” Jack hissed as he ground his erection against Ianto’s. “ I need you. Now..” And for a half a second, Ianto considered letting Jack take him here in the ally way but this was not the way he wanted to experience Jack, not after all this time. It took every ounce of strength in his body to pull away from Jack but he knew if he didn’t, his long overdue reunion with Jack would be over in a matter of minutes. Back in his twenties, he could come a few times a night, but now, nearing fifty, that was all a thing of the past. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex all night. Well, actually he could now that he thought about it, it had been the night before he had left Torchwood, his last night with Jack.
“Please Jack. Your hotel, okay?” Jack nodded reluctantly, hating to release Ianto from his embrace. “I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.” Ianto kissed him softly as he led him back to the street. He quickly hailed a cab and in a few minutes they were headed back to Jack’s hotel. Ianto’s breath caught as he felt Jack’s warm hand snake into the front of his trousers.
“No, not yet Jack.” Ianto scolded as he took Jack’s hand and placed it back on his knee. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.
“You’re making me crazy here, you know that don’t you?” Jack whispered as he nuzzled against Ianto’s neck.
“No more than what you’re doing to me.” Ianto replied, his heart racing. He caught the cabdriver giving them a look of disgust in the rearview mirror. Ianto could care less what anyone thought right now, he was back in Jack Harkness’ arms and that was the only thing that mattered. They pulled to a stop outside of the hotel, Jack flung some money at the cabbie before pulling Ianto from the taxi, practically dragging him into the building.
“You in some kind of hurry?” Ianto murmured as they got into the lift. Jack immediately pressed his body against Ianto’s , taking possession of his mouth yet again. Jack chuckled as he stroked Ianto’s throbbing erection through the many layers of fabric.
The chimes sounded and they arrived at Jack’s floor. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief when they were out of the elevator , if the trip had been any longer, he wouldn’t have been able to hold out and would have fucked Jack right then and there.
Jack quickly opened the door to his suite, pulling Ianto behind him. Coats were quickly shrugged off and left in a heap in the entry way. Ianto’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Jack’s shirt, eager to feel the smooth skin under his fingertips once again. He pushed the braces and shirt off Jack’s shoulders, yanking the t-shirt roughly off of him. His eyes glazed over with lust as he looked at Jack, his body unchanged in twenty years time. A wave of melancholy washed over him as he stared longingly at his former lover.
“I can’t do this.” He muttered, turning away from Jack’s confused face.
“Excuse me? Can’t do what?” Jack replied, a hurt tone now in his voice. Ianto ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. There was nothing he wanted more to do right now then to make love to Jack, but he was filled with a sudden sense of dread. He was no longer the 28 year old man Jack had last known and he was afraid that if Jack were to truly look at him, all he would see would be the love handles, the gray hairs and crow’s feet.
Ianto walked over to the window and gazed out, noting the snow now falling softly. Tears now flowed freely down his face. Jack stood behind him, gathering him into his arms.
“Ianto, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Ianto turned to face him.
“How can you want me now, like this? I’m a balding middle aged man with a sagging body and gray pubic hair.” He sputtered miserably. Jack laughed loudly.
“Is that what you’re worried about? That you’re not the same as before?” Ianto nodded reluctantly. “Listen to me Ianto Jones, I don’t care about any of those things. I want you, and I’ll take you anyway I can get you. And besides, from what I’ve seen so far, you’re got nothing to worry about. If anything, you’ve only gotten sexier.” Ianto laughed and rolled his eyes as Jack approached him and loosened his tie. “You’ve got far too many clothes on Mr. Jones. Although I do so love seeing you in a suit again.” Ianto moved forward and kissed Jack hard, nearly knocking him to the floor. Jack stared at him, a surprised expression on his face.
“What was that for?” He asked as he began removing Ianto’s jacket and waistcoat.
“You always seem to know the right things to say.” He responded as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never breaking contact with Jack’s. “I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a bit out of practice.” Jack raised an eyebrow.
“Out of practice?” He replied as he pushed the shirt off of Ianto’s shoulders and latched his mouth around one of the small pink nipples. Ianto stiffened and took a long jagged breath..
“I haven’t done this, been with a man, anyone for that matter, in quite some time.” Jack chuckled.
“It’s like falling off a bike.” He murmured as he switched his attention to the opposite nub. “Besides, if you remember correctly, I’m an excellent teacher.”
“Oh god Jack, I remember.” Ianto whispered as Jack and his talented tongue moved up Ianto’s chest and neck. “There are things about you that I’ve never forgotten either.” He shuddered violently as he felt Jack’s fingers press against his straining erection, he couldn’t think of the last time he had been so aroused.
“You’ve still got far too many clothes on Mr. Jones.” Jack teased as he loosened the belt and undid the trousers, letting them fall in a puddle at Ianto’s feet.
“You too Mr. Harkness.” Ianto replied as he stepped out of the clothing and grabbed Jack’s belt, pulling it out quickly and throwing it across the room, knocking over a lamp in the process. Jack giggled uncontrollably as Ianto stood there shocked. “Fuck” he muttered as he hurried over to the light, righting it and making sure he hadn’t broken anything. He turned back around to find Jack now completely naked, standing before him. Any other thoughts he’d had in his head at that moment, evaporated.
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