Ar hyd y nos

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  Ar hyd y nos
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating:  R
Kink:  sleepy/unconscious
Warnings: hand job
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card.  Set post series 2.
Frighteningly enough, I wrote much of this while spending the night at a sleep disorder clinic.  

 

 

“I figured you’d be asleep by now,” Jack says as he comes up behind the other man, sliding his arms around Ianto’s waist.  Resting his head on Ianto’s shoulder Jack asks, “Why aren’t you in bed?  You’re exhausted.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Ianto mumbles, turning around in Jack’s arms.

“Nightmares?” Jack asks quietly.  This isn’t the first time he has found Ianto staring out the bedroom window when he should be sound asleep.  At least it was early enough in the night that Ianto could still get a decent night’s sleep before morning.  Rift permitting, of course.

“No, just couldn’t go to sleep,” Ianto says, yawning.

“Come on, let’s get you tucked in before you fall asleep standing up.”  Ianto makes a non-committal sound and sways on his feet as Jack pulls away from the embrace.  Jack shakes his head as he steers Ianto towards the bed, helping him out of his dressing gown as he goes.  Ianto crawls under the blankets and rolls onto his side.  Jack sits down behind Ianto on the edge of the bed and starts rubbing gentle circles on the younger man’s back.  “Would you like a bedtime story?  Or maybe I could sing you a lullaby?  I can’t sing it in Welsh, but how about All Through the Night?”

“Mam used to sing that to me, when I was little.  It was her favorite,” Ianto mumbles.

“Did it help you sleep?”

“No.”

“Probably not much point then.  How about a cup of warm milk?”

“Don’t like warm milk,” Ianto mumbles.

“Then what will help?”

“If I knew that, I’d be asleep already,” Ianto says, exasperated. 

Jack laughs.  “You think too much.  That’s the problem.  You’re always thinking.”

“Well, yeah.  Someone around here needs to.”

“Hey,” Jack chides, moving his hand lower to rest on Ianto’s bottom.  He feels Ianto exhale and relax into the mattress.  “Oh, it’s like that, is it?  You need some help falling sleep?”  

Ianto responds with a small mewling sound and Jack steps away from the bed to quickly disrobe before sliding under the blankets behind Ianto.  Jack wraps one arm around Ianto’s waist and smiles as he feels Ianto settle back against him.  “Close your eyes,” he whispers. 

Jack softly runs his fingers over Ianto’s brow and down his cheek.  Ianto sighs as Jack traces his fingers lower, under his jaw, across his throat, and down his chest.  Jack pauses as he flattens his palm over Ianto’s stomach, feeling the muscles move as Ianto takes deeper and slower breathes.  Jack inches his hand lower still and wraps his fingers around Ianto’s half-hard cock.  He strokes up and down, slowly and gently, feeling Ianto’s body respond.  Ianto makes no sound other than a small stutter in his breath as he comes into Jack’s hand and Jack is sure that Ianto has finally fallen asleep when he hears a small snore.  Jack smiles and moves his hand back to rest on Ianto’s hip.       

Jack stays where he is, cuddled up behind Ianto, unwilling to move and risk waking the younger man.  As he lies there listening to Ianto’s regular breathing he kisses the back of Ianto’s head and says quietly, “I’m sorry.  I know all the last nights and earlier mornings aren’t good for you.  Or Gwen.  You need a more regular schedule or this job is going to kill you.  And I don’t recommend exhaustion as a way to die.  We’ll start looking for more staff tomorrow.  I promise.”  And as Jack nods off he thinks that he will start the morning reviewing the files Ianto has prepared.  Finding a new team doctor would be the first priority.