Title: One Week In Cardiff. Sequel to 'Celebrations.' Which is a sequel to 'Mother's Day.'
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto. Gwen. new team members.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Set after series 2. Holiday season.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
( One Week In Cardiff 8/10000000000 :) )
Ianto's mobile vibrated in his pocket, lifting it out he saw he had a text meassage, going to the 'in box' he discovered it was from his mum. He took a deep breath before opening it to read.
It simply said. 'I Love you son.' Ianto let out a small sob of relief as he gasped, not realising he had been holding his breath.
'What's wrong.' Jack asked, concerned.
'Nothing, nothing, it's from my mam.' He held the phone so Jack could see the screen.
'She's coming round to the idea then, that's good.' Jack tried to sound positive, hoping it would help Ianto.
He nodded. 'Yep, but she'll still worry herself silly.'
Ianto sent her a text back, telling her she loved her too and then put the phone back in his pocket. He seemed a little more relaxed now. Jack reached over and took his hand in his. Holding it for a few minutes till he had to change gear.
'Nearly there, send Damien home and then have some of your wonderful coffee.' Jack stated. 'Then we'll see if that cream of yours works.' He fidgeted a little in his seat.
They arrived at the hub about ten minutes later, after parking the car they entered through the tourist office. They found Damien at his computer, head phones on swearing at the screen in front of him, deeply engrossed in the on-line war game he was playing, he didn't notice them come in. His workstation was covered in takeaway cartons, dirty coffee mugs and empty Coke cans.
Ianto glared at the mess as they approached him. Jack put his finger to his lips indicating Ianto should stay quiet then he crept up behind Damien and kissed him on top of the head. Damien jumped about a foot in the air, yanking the headphones off as he came back down, swivelling round in his seat.
'Jack!' He exclaimed. 'Don't ever do that again!'
Ianto and Jack were in fits of laughter. 'It's your Christmas present, didn't you like it.' Jack asked, trying to look serious, but not doing a very good job as he kept sniggering.
'First, getting kissed by a bloke isn't something I have ever wanted and second, you nearly scared me to death!'
'Sorry.' Jack laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. 'It was only the top of your head, be grateful it wasn't on the lips.'
Ianto put his hands on his hips and gave him a look that said he better not.
'I won't though, Ianto will probably kill me before you can.' Jack finished.
'Have you never heard of bins?' Ianto asked Damien.
'I meant to clean up, but I got kinda distraced.'
'Jack, I'm going to make the coffee.' He walked off muttering to himself about geeks and their computer games.
'Damien, thanks for holding the fort. You can go now, Ianto and I will be here now. Gwen and Chloe will be back in the morning so unless I call saying somethings up, come in at lunchtime, okay.'
Damien thanked him, and as Jack went up to his office he stood up, attempting to try and clear the rubbish around his computer. He put all the rubbish into the bags the takeaway had come in and all the coffee cups together. Not perfect, but better than it had been. Ianto was walking back towards Jack's office as he left, he said his goodbye as he went.
Ianto reached Jack's office and put the coffee mugs on the desk. Jack was going through some paperwork till Ianto arrived, he put it to one side and motioned that Ianto should come round to his side of the desk. He pulled him onto his lap and kissed him softly.
'You okay?'
'Fine.'
'Not good enough, I know you.'
'I'll be okay Jack, I am fine, honest.'
Ianto reached over and picked up Jack's coffee, handing it to him, then got his own. They sat there, drinking their coffee, Jack's arms round Ianto, holding him on his lap till they had finished. Ianto put both mugs back on the desk and leaned to kiss Jack, softly. Jack slid his arms up Ianto's back, his hands up on his shoulders, pulling his close, deepening the kiss. They sat there for a while just kissing till Jack pulled away.
'As much as I love having you on my lap, my arse is starting to complain.' He laughed. 'You still got that cream?'
Ianto pulled it out of his pocket. Jack stood up, still holding onto Ianto and they descended down to Jack's quarters below his office. Jack unlaced his boots and removed them along with his socks then removed his trousers and briefs and lay face down on his narrow bed. Into still fully clothed climbed on and straddled his legs.
'It's a bit purple Jack, I think I may have gone a little far.' Ianto said apologetically.
'If I had wanted you to stop I wouldn't have let you carry on.' Jack turned his head to smile at him. 'Now, use the damn cream.'
Ianto unscrewed the lid off the jar and dipped his fingers in the cool cream, scooping a generous amount into his hand. He put the pot down carefully on the floor next to him and spread it over Jack's buttocks.
'Oooh, that feels good.' Jack mumbled into the pillow.
Ianto finished rubbing it all in and Jack turned onto his side so Ianto could lie next to him. They held each other close, just kissing, reveling in each other.
'I feel so tired Jack, despite all the sleep I got last night.'
'Long day, and all that upset, it takes it out of you.'
'I can't believe George has reacted that way about me and you. He's my age, never in a million years would I have thought he'd be the one to object. I have elderly relatives, if it had been on of them I could understand, but George.'
'It's his problem Ianto, don't get worked up about it, he's not worth it. He's only one person.'
He pulled Ianto's hand up to his mouth and kissed the ring on his finger.
'I love you, you love me, that's all that matters.'
Jack kissed him deeply. Ianto pulled away and yawned.
'Am I boring you.' Jack asked him, smiling.
'Tired, so tired.'
'Come on.' Jack sat up, pulling Ianto with him and off the bed. He pulled down the covers and helped Ianto undress. Ianto got back onto the bed. Jack pulled his briefs back on and pulled the covers back up, over Ianto.
'Where you going, come to bed with me.' Ianto asked sleepily.
'I'm just going to check on the rift monitor and feed Myfanwy, Damien left before her feeding time, I'll be back.' He kissed Ianto on the forehead and headed back up to the main hub. He was only gone about twenty minutes, the rift still dormant. He wondered if Myfanwy had actually been fed while they were away, the way she was gulping down her food, even faster than normal.
He went back down to Ianto. He was fast asleep, Jack stripped off his clothes and climbed in carefully next to him. He wrapped an arm around Ianto and snuggled up closely to him, closing his eyes.
TBC
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