I've been keeping my biographer busy with research, so I apologize this took this crafty writer so long. Here is her next chapter in this Torchwood fanfiction. Enjoy!
Part VI – Is this wise?
And you
make me talk
And you
make me feel
And you
make me show
What I'm
trying to conceal
If I
trust in you
Would
you let me down?
Would
you laugh at me
If I
said I care for you?
Could
you feel the same way too, I wanna know
The name
of the game
·
Name of the Game, as sung by ABBA
Under normal
circumstances, Ianto would be fully engaged in movie watching, the older the
movie the better – the silents were his favourite. But now was not that time. Now, both of them were semi-dressed again and
sitting in the living room. Additionally, To Have and Have Not was
on the tellie and just past the part where Lauren Bacall asks if Bogart knows
how to use his lips. That scene revealed
the heat growing between the actors that would bloom into a happy marriage
lasting until Bogart’s death. Watching
it now made Ianto a bit sad. He’d wanted
such passion between Lisa and him but it never got there. And as Ianto thought about it more, he
started to accept the possibility – no, the reality – that Lisa did not love
him as he loved her. And he wondered if
she would have gone to the same lengths he had to save him from turning into a monster.
“Penny for your
thoughts!” Jack asked. He’d noted
Ianto’s face and didn’t like it. “You
look like you’ve come to some unhappy conclusion.”
Ianto shook his
head, dismissing the older man. “No, eh,
nothing,” he waved off. “Right, cup of
tea?”
“Sure, should we
pause the movie?”
“That’s okay, I
can hear from the kitchen. I put a
second screen and speakers in there a few months ago.” Ianto stood up. “Snacks?
My sister made me some fabulous,
They should still be fresh.”
“Sure,” said
Jack. “Are you and your sister close?”
“Do you mean does
she know about Torchwood? No, but
otherwise we are close. She’s married
with a couple of kids. I visit when I
can.” Ianto looked off longingly,
wondering if he too would ever have a family.
“Visiting them is a nice change.”
Jack
chuckled. He recalled the families he had
created over the decades, some successful, others not so much but each long
gone and visits became awkward over time as folx aged and he did not. Yet, Jack had forgotten how much he liked
being married, despite its difficulties and struggles. “Have you thought about having a family? I mean, to hear Gwen and Reese . . . well, that’s all they talk about when I go
to their house for dinner.” Jack wasn’t
sure he should or could talk about that part of his past, especially after his
last marriage – it was all so painful, and he’d done things for which there was
no forgiveness – no coming back from. Immortality
just gave you more time to fuck up.
Ianto didn’t
answer. He was already in the kitchen
wondering how he could convince Jack to return to bed and finish Ianto’s education. Jack heard the young man moving around, the
clink of items being loaded on a tray.
It took Felix to remind Jack why he should not get any crazy ideas.
“Don’t make
promises you can’t keep, Harkness!” sneered Ianto’s pet. “You have little to offer other than your sex
skills. We both know this.”
Jack leaned into
the animal who lay on a fluffy grey bed on the floor near Ianto’s
recliner. “Now you shut up, you scraggly
feline! I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you,
Harkness?” Felix sat up in the bed,
looking imposing. “I love that man, you
know!”
“I love him too!”
The words fell from Jack’s mouth before he could stop them. He would have retracted it, but the creature
would have known he was lying.
Nevertheless, saying it aloud stunned Jack. “I’d never hurt him”, he whispered.
Felix came closer
to him then said, “I know you wouldn’t hurt him intentionally – that lovemaking
from before was not something out of a Tinder fling.” The cat’s face was less accusatory as he was
feeling sorry for Jack all of a sudden.
“Listen, I know you care for him.
I know you have kept it to yourself for quite some time. I know you will protect him with your life,
if necessary. But, I also know that your
lifestyle, your world is what kills those who love you. The longer he is with you, the higher the
risk . . .”
“I know,” growled
Jack. “Do you think I like this?” He clinched his lips and sneered, “I’ve
tried, I really have. But . . . he
follows me and his . . . smell . . . is intoxicating.”
“He says the same
thing about you. Do you know he sniffs
your coat at night before going home?”
“So that’s why he
always ‘straightens my office’ before he leaves.”
Felix turned twice
and curled back into his bed. He sighed,
“I suppose then there is nothing I can do.
You’re both hooked. Just promise
me, promise me you’ll be good to him . . . good to him until the end.”
“I promise nothing
will happen to him. I will protect him,
I said!”
“Jack Harkness,”
the cat sighed again and closed his eyes, “I know you will protect him whatever
way you can. But Ianto Jones will die on
your watch . . . it is the fate of everyone who tangles with you. I just want you make sure Ianto knows until
the end that you love him and will not forget him as you have the others.”
“What? I have forgotten none of them. Each one is like a deep scar on my heart!”
groaned Jack. “What do you know, you . .
,” but Ianto returned with a tray of tea and small white pastries.
“Are you two
talking? It would be nice if you got
along,” said Ianto as he set the tray on the coffee table. “I mean, if you come
by sometime again.”
Jack reached up
and grabbed Ianto’s hand, palm-side up.
He looked deep into Ianto’s eyes before he kissed the sensitive skin at
the pulse point. “Ianto Jones, I plan to
come here often.” Jack waited for the
image to reach Ianto’s cerebral cortex and for the shiver to roll down the
man’s arm. He waited a few heartbeats more
to let sexual images float in the young man’s mind like an erotic dream on acid. “However, right now, let’s have tea and some
of these delightful treats.” Now Ianto
blushed then shook a little while serving Jack.
Jack noted how
Felix shook his head like a strict schoolteacher. He also knew that the disapproval pointed to
Jack’s overreliance on sex and sexuality.
“Why do you serve me? You’re a
Dom by nature. If anything I should be
serving you.” In the back of his mind,
Jack wondered if he had anything to offer this man whose eyes betrayed his
deepest feelings. There was sexual curiosity
along with care so intense, it stunned Jack and he wondered what he did to
deserve it.
Ianto finished serving
them both and returned to his recliner opposite Jack before answering. “I’ve never thought of myself in such terms,
but your suppositions have some merit.
However, there is much power in submission. Someone once told me that it is the sub who
controls the relationship. By serving
you, I make you dependent on me – ‘need’ has a strong allure and service can be
very intimate.”
“Sounds like an
advert for Downton Abbey!” Jack teased. It
reminded him of something Angelo would say –a statement that was erotic and
sensible at the same time. They both
fell silent and found themselves awkwardly staring inside their cups, unable to
determine next steps.
Ianto summoned up
the bravery to speak first, “Jack?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s take the
tea into the bedroom.”
Jack smiled
sheepishly then replied, “Yes, that sounds like a good idea, Ianto Jones.”
They brought their
nervousness with them. They sat next to
each other in the bed, as if locking eyes would cause the next tear in the rift. Instead both studed the saltwater fish tank
across the room. Jack couldn’t help but
think of how that was just so Ianto – every imaginable gadget and formula to
have a colony of aquatic life swim one way and back again like a meme. And for some reason, this made Jack smile for
he found the idea of it “How do you British say it, ‘brilliant’?”
“I have no idea
what you are talking about. I’m
Welsh.”
Jack looked at him
queerly which led both of them to break out in laughter and made moving forward
less daunting. Ianto kissed Jack
tentatively at the corner of his mouth, almost like what your Nana gave you when
the family came for holiday. But for
Jack it was searing like a steak touching a hot cast iron pan. Jack closed his eyes and let go, releasing
all his fears about the future and the guilt from the past. Jack turned his body toward him, cupped
Ianto’s face and pushed his tongue inside the other man’s mouth. He was rewarded with a deep satisfying groan.
Suddenly, Ianto
pulled back. He looked at Jack then
said, “Be gentle with me.”
Jack offered one
of his famous sidelong glances. “Are you
kidding me?” he said as Ianto got up to straddle Jack’s legs. “I’m afraid I’m the prey here!”
Ianto removed
Jack’s undershirt. He returned to slowly
caressing Jack’s chest. He liked the
goosebumps this was creating. Jack’s
skin felt alive, like each cell was a cornel of popcorn and Ianto’s hand was
the heating element – pop, pop, pop.
When he raised his pointer finger and traced Jack’s lips, Jack let it
happen, breathing deeper to control his growing arousal. “Amazing,” slipped from Ianto’s mouth. Ianto took Jack’s wrists and crossed them
over his head. He pressed them firmly
against the wall, and instructed, “Keep them here.”
Ianto had that
strict schoolteacher voice down. The baritone
flair made Jack grin but held back as such was an inappropriate reaction in
such circumstances – just plain bad form.
“Yes, . . . sir?”
“Yes is enough,”
Ianto confirmed. But now what? Ianto had never gotten much farther than this
in his fantasies. Usually, he’d blown
his load by this point. At least once a
day, especially during the work week, he had to wank off about Jack – preferably in the shower before dressing for
work (to get him through the day otherwise he’d spend all the day trying to hide
his erratic erection) and before bed (Ianto did this on the couch; he didn’t
know why). Then he had an idea. He bounced up, finished removing his clothes
then said, “Get up. Finish undressing
and get up.” He moved frantically and
didn’t know why Jack didn’t understand the urgency of the moment. Then Ianto realized that Jack was staring at
him; no, Jack was admiring him or, more accurately, admiring Ianto’s body. It was as if Jack saw something that Ianto
couldn’t. No one looked at me with
desire before, not even . . . what’s her name? was inside Ianto’s thought bubble.
He realized then that he’d reflectively
grabbed his cock, stroking it distracted as if its pleasure in it all was
superfluous.
Jack noted Ianto’s
hand slowly moving up and down his red beast.
He didn’t move his arms despite an ache to reach out and put that tasty
lollipop in his mouth. But Jack held back,
determined to help this man walk through the door and explore who he was. “Should I release my own wrists?”
“What? Oh, right.”
He walked over and leaned in front of Jack, then acted like he was
removing the binding. Unfortunately,
Ianto didn’t initially realize the disturbance he was causing Jack until he
watched Jack’s eyes move back and forth as Ianto’s prick swung like a pendulum in
front of the seated man’s nose. “Oh,
terribly sorry,” he said while quickly getting back off the bed and covering
his jewels with his hands.
“Doms never
apologize. They only adjust direction.” Jack got up to follow orders. He discharged his clothes on the floor and
while Ianto was diverted by that mess, Jack added, “You are beautiful, and I
can’t wait for you to sink that rock hard pole in my ass. But I think a high-back chair would work
better this first time.”
Ianto grabbed a
wayward towel from the bed then followed Jack back to the living room. “What do you mean?”
Jack looked around
and chose a dark brown chair near the window.
He started to sit when Ianto jolted forward and dropped the towel on the
seat just before Jack’s ball sack hit the cushion. “Are you sure this is such a good idea?”
“What?” asked
Jack, his hands dramatizing his question.
“I don’t think my
neighbours need to see this,” Ianto replied.
He walked over to the picture frame window and lifted a switch. “Several seniors are living across the street
and I don’t want to be the cause of their demise,” Ianto added as the vertical
blinds closed.
“Are you sure they
wouldn’t be taking notes?”
Ianto shook his
head then checked that the binds were secure.
“Get up,” he said in a slight growl.
Jack sensed that
the young man was no longer joking. He
stood up and watched Ianto take his place in the chair, leaning back a bit to
push his waist forward. He took a hold
of his cock again, this time with mindfulness, as if it was a holy offering. “Didn’t you say something about riding this?”
“Oh yes, that I
did!
