No One Else
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czarina_kittyTitle: No One Else
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Kink: gentleness, hurt/comfort (free space)
Warnings: Angst (seriously), mentions of past non-con and torture, swearing, etc.
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.
In my on-going effort to write every single cliché in this fandom, I give you my post-TYTNW story. Takes place immediately after KKBB, during TNTHT (aka: The Night That Happened Twice).
As Ianto steps out of the hotel shower and considers the pros and cons of washing his socks and pants in the sink, there is a knock on the door. Either room service or Jack, he considers. And since he hasn’t actually rung room service yet, it’s much more likely to be Jack. Ianto grabs the dressing gown from the closet, throwing it on quickly before answering the door.
“Well,” says Jack in his best bedroom voice, his trademark grin appearing forced on his face. “That’s a lovely sight to come home to.”
“Be that as it may, sir, may I ask why you’re here and not, for example, in your own room?”
“I thought we could…talk,” Jack says, all trace of seduction gone from his voice.
“We’re men, sir. We don’t talk.”
“May I come in, please?” Jack asks, a vulnerability in his voice that softens the edges of Ianto’s anger. Ianto steps aside and lets Jack enter the room. Jack sits on one end of the sofa and looks hurt when Ianto sits on the edge of the bed. Jack sighs heavily and studies the ceiling for a moment. “Look, Ianto, if there’s someone else—“
“No!” Ianto cuts off Jack before the older man can finish the sentence. “There isn’t anyone else, sir, and there never was.”
Jack smiles at Ianto. “I’m not going to deny that I’m glad there wasn’t, but I didn’t expect you to wait for me.”
“Of course I waited for you,” Ianto said, suddenly angry. “Do you honestly think I’m the type to sleep around? I thought you knew me better than that.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought that you might have moved on. I wouldn’t blame you if you had. A year is a long time to wait for someone, especially considering the way I left.”
“A year?” Ianto asked, incredulously. “You were gone for a whole year?”
Jack’s eyes go wide as he replies, “I forgot, it wasn’t as long for you. Time rewound and it was…how long?”
“A few months. It was a year for you?”
“Isn’t time travel a joy?” Jack says darkly.
“Was there…anyone else for you?”
“Ianto, I…”
“It’s alright, sir. I understand,” Ianto says, hurt evident in his tone.
“No. You don’t understand. You can’t possibly understand.” Jack breathes deeply and his voice is shaky as he continues. “I didn’t choose…I never wanted. I…had no choice in it.”
“Oh, Jack, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Ianto crosses to the sofa and sits next to Jack, pulling the older man into a hug. After a few moments, Jack returns the gesture and the two remain there for several long minutes, both ignoring the wet patch spreading across Ianto’s shoulder. Eventually, Ianto asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What happened to ‘we’re men, we don’t talk’?” Jack mumbles.
“Who ever told you that was an idiot,” Ianto deadpans.
“I...can’t. I just…can’t talk about,” Jack says.
“That’s okay,” Ianto soothes
Jack hesitates for a moment looking at the floor before asking, haltingly, “Ianto? Remind me that it doesn’t have to hurt? Please?”
“Oh, Jack. I could never hurt you like that,” Ianto says softly, gently kissing Jack and wincing as Jack flinches. “Shh. Shh. Just relax, remember that it’s me.”
Jack nods quickly and this time when Ianto kisses him he doesn’t flinch away. They stay where they are, hands and mouths tentative and exploring. Keeping his movements slow and fully telegraphed Ianto moves to lower Jack’s braces and undo the buttons of his shirt. Jack shudders and his eyes snap open as Ianto slides his hand under Jack’s undershirt and presses it flat against Jack’s stomach.
Without speaking Ianto pulls Jack to his feet and slowly undresses him, fighting not to react visibly to each flinch, shudder, or hitched breath from Jack, determined to remain calm and gentle. Ianto moves Jack back and onto the bed, settling Jack against the pillows before setting himself between Jack’s legs. As Ianto leans forward, intending to take Jack into his mouth, he cannot ignore the sudden tension in Jack’s body or the flagging of what had been a growing erection. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Not…” Jack screws his eyes shut for a moment before quietly exhaling. “Not your teeth. Please.”
Ianto sits back on his heels, dizzy from the implication of what Jack has said. “Oh, God,” he says, not sure if he wants to cry or be sick. “I just…Fuck. One day, Jack, one day you’re going to tell me who did this to you and I am going to…” Ianto trails off, huffing out a breath.
Ianto slips off his dressing gown and lies down next to Jack, slowly trailing his fingers down Jack’s chest and across his stomach. He asks, “Is this okay?” and moves his hand lower at Jack’s nod. Running his fingertips through the soft curls at the base of Jack’s cock, he traces up and down the length before moving lower to fondle Jack’s balls. Jack lets out a contented sigh and Ianto leans in for a soft kiss.
“Ianto?” Jack asks as Ianto continues his gentle touches, feeling Jack harden under his hand.
“Yes, Jack?”
“I want…I need you…inside me.”
Ianto stops short for a moment before asking, “Are you sure, Jack? I meant what I said about not hurting you. If you aren’t ready…”
“I’m sure. I need this. I need you to...”
“It’s okay. I understand,” Ianto replies quickly. “Wait here.”
Jack watches as Ianto goes into the en suite and returns with a small bottle of lube. “I thought you said there wasn’t anyone else,” Jack says, falling short of the teasing tone he is trying for and sounding insecure.
Ianto smiles indulgently, “There wasn’t, Jack. Old habits just die hard, I guess.” Ianto settles back on the bed between Jack’s legs and covers his fingers with the slick liquid.
Jack jumps when Ianto reaches over to fist his cock. “Ianto?” he asks, unsure.
“Shh. Just relax, I’m going to take care of you,” Ianto says, remembering Jack having said those same words his first time. Jack nods and closes his eyes for just a second before opening them to make eye contact with Ianto. “That’s good, Jack. Keep those eyes open. Keep looking at me. Remember this is me, just me, touching you.”
Ianto continues to fist Jack with one hand, watching closely for any further signs of distress, as he slowly inserts one finger from the other hand. Jack tenses up at the intrusion, but Ianto waits for him to relax before pushing in further. Ianto brushes his finger over Jack’s prostate and takes advantage of the moan it produces to insert a second finger. He moves his fingers apart, stretching the muscle around them and spreading the lube as far inside Jack as possible.
“Are you ready, Jack?” Ianto asks softly, when he is sure Jack is loose enough. There is a moment of fear evident in Jack’s expression for an instant and Ianto leans over for another slow, languid kiss. When Ianto pulls back, Jack nods. Ianto braces one hand on the bed to steady himself, his other hand still grasping Jack, and slowly pushes inside. Jack’s eyes go wide, but he never shifts his gaze away from Ianto, both searching for something in the other’s expression.
Ianto has barely finished his first thrust when Jack comes over Ianto’s hand. Ianto smiles at Jack and pulls out completely. He lies next to Jack and pulls the older man tight against him, hushing Jack’s objections. “It’s okay. It wasn’t about me. Just rest now, we’ll have plenty of time later.” Ianto buries his face in Jack’s hair and gives in to the threatening tears as Jack relaxes in his arms and drifts off to sleep.
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Date: 2010-08-09 04:11 pm (UTC)Thanks for writing!
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Date: 2010-08-10 06:14 am (UTC)I loved that. It's rare to see Jack so fragile, and it's nice to think that he'd let Ianto see that side of him.
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Date: 2010-08-10 06:08 pm (UTC)After Jack's experiences on the Valiant, it always bothered me that he seemed to get over it very fast. This is much more realistic, Jack's fear and trauma are sensitively handled, as well as Ianto's justified horror.
Beautifully written =)
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