Come Back To me 20/?

[missthingsplace]

  missthingsplace
Parings/characters:Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, Andy, OC's
Disclaimer:I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary:Ianto has an accident and Jack's world is thrown out of kilter.
Warnings:Do you watch Torchwood?
Spoilers:Anything is fair game
Rating:G - NC17 for series

 

Jack and Ianto sat close on the sofa relaxing in front of the film that was coming to an end. The credits starting to roll up the screen and pizza eaten the empty box sat on the coffee table before them, next to the almost empty bottle of red wine.

 

 

“I enjoyed that,” Ianto said happily.

 

 

“It's new, neither of us have seen it before.” Jack replied.

 

 

“Did we do this a lot? Watch films together?” Ianto asked.

 

 

“Whenever the rift allowed us to have an uneventful evening,” Jack told him.

 

 

“What else did we do?” Ianto wanted to know.

 

 

“We would go out for a nice meal, sometimes alone and sometimes with Gwen and Rhys,” Jack replied.

 

 

“We were … are a couple?” Ianto asked quietly.

 

 

“Well, we do live together,” Jack grinned.

 

 

“Yeah ...” Ianto smiled. “How long have we lived here?”

 

 

“Over a year,” Jack replied, “that memory you had, that was our first Christmas in this flat,” Jack replied, “this year will be out second.”

 

 

“Is there something you'd really like?” Ianto asked with a smile.

 

 

“Just you, coming back to me completely,” Jack told him honestly. “I miss us … everywhere, work and at home.”

 

 

“I hope I can do so.” Ianto replied a little sadly.

 

 

“Well, you are having some memories and,” Jack smiled, “I just hope it will be sooner rather than later.”

 

 

Ianto moved closer, turned his head and kissed Jack softly on the lips before pulling back slightly and looking into the Captains blue eyes.

 

 

Jack reached out, putting his hands on either side of the younger man's waist and pulled him closer, drawing him into another kiss. The kiss deepened and Ianto felt himself being pulled down as Jack slid down the sofa until Ianto found himself laying on top of the older man while they indulged in kisses that grew deeper and more heated by the minute.

 

 

Ianto felt his cheeks redden at the pressure of Jack's excitement building against his hip, very aware that the older man must be experiencing the same reaction he was and that his hips were seemingly canting against the body below him of their own accord.

 

 

Jack groaned into the kiss and moved his hands down to Ianto's arse, holding on tightly and encouraging his movement, his own hips moving now in time with his lovers.

 

 

Ianto broke the kiss panting.

 

 

“Jack, we have to stop!” Ianto groaned.

 

 

“It's okay,” Jack mumbled, his mouth finding the juncture where Ianto's neck met his shoulder and sucked down on it hard.

 

 

Ianto yelled out on pleasure as it sent him spiralling over the edge, unable to hold back any longer he came hard within the confines of his clothes with Jack following suit moments later. Ianto collapsed boneless on top of the older man panting hard, his head on his chest.

 

 

“Ianto?” Jack asked quietly, “You okay?”

 

 

“Mmmm, yep ..” Ianto responded, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

 

 

“Maybe we should clean up,” Jack suggested, “you can use the shower first if you want?”

 

 

Ianto nodded against Jack's chest then slid off his body and rushed away to the bathroom.

 

 

Jack sat up and wondered if he should be feeling bad, in his head Ianto still felt like he was only nearly fifteen. But to Jack he was still the man he had fallen in love with. He hoped Ianto wasn't regretting it. He got up and went to the bedroom, found a pair of Ianto's pyjamas in the drawer and put them on the bed then called out to Ianto through the closed door as to where they were and headed hack into the living room to finished that last of the wine in the bottle. Once he heard Ianto vacate the bathroom and go to the bedroom he headed in there himself to clean himself up.

 

 

Ianto sat on the edge of the bed in what he assumed were his pyjamas listening to the sound of the shower through the wall, not sure if he should climb into the bed and pretend to be asleep or try to hide his embarrassment at coming in his trousers and facing Jack. His sixteen year old mind really wanted to do the former, he hadn't even got that far with his girlfriend.

 

 

Hearing the shower turn off Ianto made his decision and hurried to the living room, put the TV on and waited for Jack to return. He listened intently while pretending to watch the TV, hearing the sounds of Jack leaving the bathroom, going into the bedroom and then padding down the hallway towards him.

 

 

“Okay?” Jack asked, walking into the room and sitting in the nearby armchair. “You rushed off so fast.”

 

 

Ianto nodded. “I was just a little … embarrassed.”

 

 

“Ianto, you have no need to be, it's really not the first time,” Jack reassured him, “I know it seems all new to you but you never have to feel that way with me.”

 

 

“But I … came in my trousers!” Ianto stated, still feeling ashamed with himself.

 

 

“As did I,” Jack smiled, got up from the armchair and moved back next to him on the sofa. “it was fun, we enjoyed ourselves, didn't we?”

 

 

“I guess so … yep …” Ianto admitted grinning.

 

 

“Made me feel like I was a teenager again,” Jack laughed.

 

 

“Makes two of us then!” Ianto replied, letting himself laugh too.

 

 

“I assume you are staying the night still, seeing as you are in your pyjamas,” Jack asked.

 

 

“Yep, but I think you should have the bed, I will sleep here on the sofa,” Ianto replied.

 

 

“No, you don't have to do that, this is your flat too,” Jack argued.

 

 

“I've decided,” and admitted, “I'm not sure if I will actually be able to sleep and if not, I have the TV to keep me company.”

 

 

“I could stay with you, I don't actually sleep much,” Jack offered.

 

 

“No, I think I need to be alone for a while, if that's okay?” Ianto told him.

 

 

“I understand,” Jack smiled, “Anything you need other than pillows and a duvet?”

 

 

“No, nothing,” Ianto smiled.

 

 

“Be right back,” Jack said, heading off back to the bedroom to return a few minutes later with the bedding items, placing the pillows one end of the sofa and the folded duvet on the armchair.

 

 

“I also thought this might help.” Jack said, handing Ianto a thick book, “it's your diary, I can't believe I didn't think of it before. It was in your bedside table drawer.”

 

 

“My diary?” Ianto questioned, “I don't keep diaries.”

 

 

“Well, you did when you started Torchwood,” Jack replied, “you put everything in it, work and personal stuff.”

 

 

“Have you read it?” Ianto asked worriedly.

 

 

“I flicked through it once, some years ago but not since,” Jack replied. “I never would, it's not for my eyes, but well, reading it might help.”

 

 

“Thank you,” Ianto said, thumbing the edges of the pages.

 

 

“I'll leave you to it then,” Jack said, bending down to kiss Ianto softly on the lips, “Goodnight,”

 

 

“Night, see you in the morning,” Ianto smiled.

 

 

The second he heard Jack close the bedroom door Ianto turned the sound down on the TV, got comfortable under the duvet and opened the diary to the first page.

TBC