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And Then He Kissed Me
Title: And Then He Kissed Me
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Kink: piercing/needleplay
Warnings: Spoilers for KKBB
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.
I’ve always thought the first scene from this episode ended slightly too soon.
Ianto watches as a small round hole appears in the center of the Blowfish’s forehead. No one else had a clear field of fire and he is sure that he did not pull the trigger. Checking his gun quickly he turns to see Jack. The same Jack who had left them, left him, without so much as a second thought. The same Jack who had kissed him publicly, then walked (ran, really) away from him just as publicly. The same man he has come to hate and love in equal measure. The same man he knows without a doubt that he will forgive for everything and take back into his bed.
“Hey kids, did you miss me?” Jack asks with his trademark smile. And Ianto decides that there is no reason to make this easy for Jack. No reason not to knock Jack to the floor with a right hook. No reason not to walk out of the room and leave the others to help Jack. There is, after all, work to do.
It is hours later when they finally have a moment to talk. John Hart has come and gone, Ianto has agreed to a date, and Jack’s earlier bravado has faded. This time there are no wisecracks, no punches thrown, and immediate crisis to contain. This time it is just the two of them, a quiet room, and the promise of an uninterrupted night. And as much as he wants answers, Ianto wants Jack more.
Together, they settle onto the couch, voices soft and hands tender. They talk, about the past and the future, about regrets and hopes. Slowly exploring and becoming once again familiar with each other. When they finally lean in close and bring their lips together, it is soft and unhurried.
Jack gently slides his tongue across Ianto’s teeth and deeper into the younger man’s mouth. Jack stops suddenly and pulls back. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” he asks.
“I…uh…I got my tongue pierced while you were away,” Ianto says.
“That much is obvious. Care to tell me why?”
Ianto mutters quietly, “Owen.”
“Owen made you pierce your tongue?”
“No. Well, sort of,” Ianto says. Jack raises an eyebrow and Ianto continues, “It was after you left. We were drunk.”
“You’ve been drunk lots of times and never got anything pierced,” Jack says reasonably.
“Like I said, it was after you left. We were drunk and Owen was being…himself, I guess,” Ianto explains. “He said that you leaving like you did, right after you kissed me in front of everyone…”
“Ianto, I didn’t leave because of anything you did. I’m sorry I left, but I had to go,” Jack said softly.
“I know that now. But, then, I wasn’t sure. And Owen said I must be a really lousy kisser to make you run away like that. He was just being a tosser, I know, but we were drunk and…”
“And you got your tongue pierced because you heard it makes you a better kisser?”
“Yep.”
“Why didn’t you just take it out when you sobered up?”
“Because I kind of like it,” Ianto says, dropping his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” Ianto reaches over and slowly unbuckles Jack’s belt. “The way it feels pressed against the roof of my mouth, the clicking sound when it hits the back of my teeth. The way it keeps reminding me of all the things I could do to you with this tongue. Just imagine it, Jack. That extra little bit of pressure as I lick my way up your cock or swallow you down. The catch of the stud in your slit as I lick across the head of your erection. Or the tease of metal over your hole as I rim you.”
Jack’s flies are fully open as Ianto caresses his through the cotton of his pants. Ianto leans in close and whispers, “Of course, if you don’t like the idea, I could just take it out.”
“Don’t you dare,” Jack says, pulling Ianto into a hard kiss.