Beta: The amazing, wonderful and fabulous jooles34
Characters: Ianto/OMC, mentions of Ianto/Lisa, Ianto/OFC and Janto
Rating, Warnings: I'm bad with ratings, urm, possibly Mature-ish. NC-17 in this chapter. There be rudness afoot!
Disclaimer:Whilst I do claim to own my ocs, I don't own the world or characters of Torchwood, but they all play so well together that it would be mean to split them up!
Summary: Ianto decides to use his suspension to reconnect with himself
Spoilers: None that I can think of. Unless you've never seen TW or Who.
Ok, I said there would be an update earlier than this. Sadly RL disagreed with this plan, so I'm afraid it's taken this long to post. Hopefully it was worth the wait.
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Lucca pushed the door shut, fastened every lock available on it and then swung round to lean back against it and survey Ianto. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
Ianto grinned and took a couple of steps back up the stairs. “I believe you were giving me a practical demonstration of 51st century physiognomy.”
“Oh yes.” Lucca grinned and let his eyes rake over Ianto.
Ianto slipped up a few more stairs.
“And I feel that this would be more easily conducted in my lilac bedroom.” Ianto’s eyes never left Lucca’s.
“So shall we head up?” Ianto turned to walk up the remaining stairs.
“Indeed.” Lucca purred. “Oh, and, Ianto,” Lucca’s smile turned feral as Ianto glanced back at him “I’d start running if I were you.” Ianto whooped and dashed up three stairs before he was grabbed by a naked Lucca and carried the rest of the way.
The exhaustion really hit Jack as he approached the entrance to the garage. He had noticed it creeping up on him during the drive, but had managed to hold it off until the end was in sight. He had pondered whether anything had been put in the coffee, but knew Lucca wouldn’t have done that and let him drive afterwards. Despite his carefree exterior, Lucca took issues of consent and third party safety very seriously. Jack yawned widely and blinked a few times; he’d opened the window of the SUV to try and wake him up, but it wasn’t really working.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the garage, closely followed by a curse as the headlights picked up the figure of Cat leaning nonchalantly against the wall. He pulled up and opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Looking after you. You look like hell.”
“I’m fine,” Jack growled, jumping down from the SUV. He swayed as he hit the ground and Cat caught him.
“Oh yes, completely fine. Totally tickity boo. Never better!” Cat said.
“No need for sarcasm.” Jack yawned again. “I’m just tired.” He ducked his head.
Cat put her hand under his chin and lifted it, sharp eyes searching his face.
“No,” she said after a few seconds. “You are not ‘just tired’. You’re exhausted; this is more than a few days worth of running around after those children of yours. When was the last time you slept? Have you been eating properly? Properly includes vegetables by the way.”
Whilst she was talking, she had been walking him towards the entrance of the Hub, dealing with the retinal and fingerprint scan. The door swung open and she manovered them both through it.
Lucca pulled his mouth off Ianto’s cock with a slurp, drawing a low groan from the man on the bed.
“Lube,” Lucca demanded.
“Oh come on, I haven’t even started yet, you cannot be that far gone. Where. Is. Your. Lube?” Lucca carefully enunciated, leaning over a Ianto who was trying to get his brain to focus.
“Lube?” Ianto asked.
“Yes, lube! You know. Slippy stuff that means I can do even more fun things to and with you.”
“Oh, that lube,” Ianto hastily continued in the face of Lucca’s glare. “It’s just that, well, with one thing and another, well, I, urmm, I haven’t got any.” He blushed.
“You what?” Lucca put his head to one side and looked at him, “Ianto, when was the last time you…”
“It’s been a while, ok.” Ianto cut him off with a dismissive gesture. “Between hiding a cyber-girlfriend in the basement, indulging in an intense and inappropriate flirtation with my boss, and cleaning up after a group of four adults who behave like forty sugar-filled toddlers, I’ve not really had much time to myself.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “How about you?”
“This afternoon.” Lucca interjected.
“That wasn’t work related,” Ianto finished and gave a wry smile
“Touché” said Lucca, as he gave a brief salute and bounced off the bed. Ianto raised himself onto his elbows and looked pointedly at him. “Relax kiddo, I, unlike you, remember the Scout motto, and I am always prepared.”
“You were never a Scout.”
“Maybe not, but I’ve got the outfit.”
“I don’t want to know, do I?”
Lucca grinned. “Probably not, but if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you play with my woggle.”
“Dear gods, no. I do not have any form of Scouting kink.”
“You sure? I can show you some very interesting knots.”
Ianto flipped him the bird and Lucca laughed.
“You just relax there a bit longer and I’ll be back in a tick” Lucca blew a kiss at Ianto and bounded out of the door.
Ianto fell back on the bed and groaned.
“I can walk by myself, you know,” Jack grumbled. “I don’t really need all this fuss.”
“Oh really.” Cat released him and he swayed drunkenly until she caught him again.
“Fine. Point taken. I may have been overdoing it a bit.”
“A bit?” Cat’s tone was incredulous. “I think this is a little more than a bit. You need to look after yourself. You can’t lead a team effectively if you are sub-par. First lesson the Agency teaches you. Can’t believe you forgot that.”
“Actually, the first lesson is Don’t Die.”
“Well, yes, that’s a given.”
“Not that it applies to me now.”
“I don’t believe that for a second. Trust me kiddo, there’s always something out there that’ll kill you.”
“Not me.” Jack’s forced cheer failed to hide the undercurrent of sadness. “I’ve tried everything. Nothing sticks. I’m going to live forever.” He sighed. “Alone.”
They had reached the main part of the Hub, and Cat pulled him round to face her.
“You are not alone. You’ve got your team.” Cat said. Jack snorted, she gave him a Look. “And you’ve got us.”
Jack looked at her. “Have I?”
“Of course you have, you great oaf. Call it, urm, under the table consultation or something. We plan to be around for a long time.” She grinned up at Jack. “Now let’s get you into bed.”
Jack gave her a look.
“To sleep,” she enunciated clearly. “You are in no fit state mentally or physically for that sort of thing.” Jack started to open his mouth to disagree but was stopped by a huge yawn that threatened to crack his jaw. “And that is exactly what I mean. No way I’m doing anything with you until you can remain conscious throughout. Now where’s your room?”
Jack gestured up to his office.
“Seriously? Talk about taking your work home with you.”
Jack huffed and started walking towards the office.
“And stop pouting!”
Jack rolled his eyes.
Lucca’s grin was infectious as he came through the door brandishing two bottles of Body Glide. “Ta da!”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him
“What?” Lucca asked.
“What exactly did you have in mind tonight?”
“Nothing much. Why?”
Ianto looked pointedly at Lucca, then at the bottles. “That’s a lot of lube for nothing much.” He folded his arms.
“Aaaah,” said Lucca waggling one of the bottles. “This is for you.”
He climbed onto the bed and laid next to Ianto, reaching over to pop the lube into the bedside drawer. He caught Ianto’s chin in his hand as he moved back and met his eyes.
“I know you, Ianto Jones,” Lucca said, his tone serious. “I know that for the past few months you’ve been pulling yourself in different directions to try and satisfy everyone but yourself. You haven’t been eating.” He ran a finger down Ianto’s ribs making Ianto twitch as he hit ticklish spots. “You haven’t been sleeping and you certainly haven’t been indulging yourself.” He wrapped his hand around Ianto’s cock and stroked gently, smirking as Ianto’s eyes rolled back and his hips thrust forward.
“So,” Lucca continued, amusement bleeding through his voice, “for the next few weeks, you are going to play with yourself every morning and evening so that you remember how good it feels to feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” Ianto moaned, letting the words wash over him until they registered in his brain and his eyes snapped open. “What?”
“You heard.” Lucca didn’t stop the slow torment of his hands.
“And how are you going to enforce that?”
“Oh, did I not say? How remiss of me.” Lucca’s voice was faintly mocking. “I am going to be here, watching you. Now shift up and let me take care of you properly.”
It was a good job Lucca was so good in bed, mused Ianto, as the man in question lowered that amazing mouth over Ianto’s aching cock, because if he wasn’t, he would have been chucked out for being insufferably smug. And then the warm, wet suction took all rational thought out of his head.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Cat put her hands on her hips as she surveyed Jack’s sleeping quarters. “Is this it?” She moved around the walls pressing odd bricks at random intervals. “No secret passages leading to something that would actually qualify as a bedroom?”
Jack sat down heavily on the bed and kicked off his shoes. “No, no hidden sections, this is it. Home sweet home.”
Cat gave him an assessing look. “What are you punishing yourself for Jack?”
Jack’s head shot up. “What do you mean? Just cos I don’t like all that lavish paraphernalia, it doesn’t mean that this is some kind of penance.”
“Honey, this is Spartan even for you.”
“It’s soulless! There isn’t a single thing here that makes this yours. No pictures, no books, nothing.”
“I like it unfussy.”
Cat gave him another look. “There’s not even a photo of your families. Even at the Agency you had that.”
Jack ducked his head and concentrated on taking his shirt off, unwilling to answer. He could hear Cat banging around the tiny room and fiddled with his cuffs to delay the conversation. He wished she would drop the whole thing, but it wasn’t in her nature.
He’d been sleeping down here since the whole Alex thing. He knew that this was a response to the events of 2000. He felt that he had let the whole team down. If he had been there, if he’d been better, if he hadn’t got attached to Alex and told him about the future. He sighed and realised that the banging had stopped. Glancing up he found himself face to face with Cat.
“Jack, where is all of your stuff? I don’t mean your recent things,” she added as Jack started to gesticulate around the room. “I mean your personal things from the Agency and before. There’s none of it anywhere.”
“It’s on the TARDIS,” Jack sighed. “Well, some was on that Chula ship, but the important stuff was all on the TARDIS.”
Cat’s face shuttered. “Oh.”
“It’s not his fault. As far as he knows, I’m dead on the Games Station.”
Cat looked sceptical. “I’m going to have to have a word with him the next time he graces this little isle with his presence.”
Jack suddenly had a vision of the Doctor having to deal with one of Cat’s lectures. He snorted, breaking the mood, and she grinned.
“That’s better. You need to laugh more. It’s a good look on you.”
Jack grinned and stretched out on the bed. “You staying?”
Cat nodded and unzipped her boots. “Trousers off.”
“Thought you said we weren’t doing anything.” Jack leered and Cat rolled her eyes.
“We’re not, but if you think I’m sleeping next to braces and a belt, you’ve got another think coming.”
Jack chuckled and divested himself of his trousers, then turned back. “Wow! Are you sure we’re not doing anything tonight?”
Cat grinned and nodded before turning and laying her bra on the pile of clothes. “Yep, I’m sure.” She was wearing a cami top and tap pants in peach silk trimmed with fine black lace. “La Perla. I take it you like.”
Jack nodded vigorously “But the whole bra and stuff?”
“Have you ever tried sleeping in a bra?”
“I don’t recommend it, for you or the bra.” Cat shuddered. “Now shove over.” She slid into the tiny bed. “See, this is another reason why you need alternative sleeping quarters. You are never going to be able to entertain on something this miniscule.”
Jack gave a sly grin and pulled a lever on his side of the bed. There was a small whoosh and the bed doubled in size.
“You sneaky devil,” Cat said admiringly.
“I learnt from the best.”
Cat laughed and tousled Jack’s hair. “Touché, kiddo. Now, get some sleep. That’s an order.”
Jack batted her hand away and yawned, “aye aye sir” as he cuddled into Cat. Quiet descended over the Hub until…
“Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘kiddo’? I’m practically 200 now”
Lucca was a sadist. There was no other way to explain it. Ianto had been on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours and he had Lucca to blame for it. Every time he felt like he was about to tip over into bliss, Lucca had pulled him back before starting again. Currently Lucca was slowly sliding three fingers inside him whilst giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. And Ianto was begging.
“Please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, please let me come.”
Lucca’s eyes flashed amusement and he slowly slid his mouth off Ianto’s cock, but kept his fingers performing their exquisite torment. “Anything?”
“Uh-huh,” Ianto panted
“Come with me to London for the weekend?”
“Spend an entire day as my toy?”
“Guh!” Ianto’s brain was helpfully supplying images.
“Need an answer, Ianto,” Lucca sing-songed whilst twisting his fingers.
“Aww, does Ianto want to come?” Lucca’s grin was evil as he bent and licked a stripe up Ianto’s cock.
“Yes, he bloody well does!” Ianto nearly shouted and then groaned as Lucca gripped the base of his cock. “Please,” he whined.
“Enough to go to Ikea with me?”
“Say you’ll go to Ikea with me and I’ll let you come.”
“Fine, fine, anything.” Ianto focussed completely on the end of the sentence.
“As you wish.” And Lucca bent, swallowing Ianto as he twisted his fingers again. Ianto came. Loudly.
A short time later, boneless and dozing in Lucca’s arms, bits of Ianto’s brain slowly came back to him. “Are you staying?” Ianto hated how needy he sounded.
The arms around him tightened. “Yup. Got to keep an eye on you for the next four weeks.”
“Urm, all the things I agreed to just…”
“We’ll talk about them in the morning.”
“Ok.” Ianto snuggled down as Lucca turned off the lights. “Hang on. Did I agree to bloody Ikea?”
“G’night Ianto.” Lucca chuckled and kissed him on the top of his head. “Besides, you need a bigger bed.”
Ianto grumbled half-heartedly, but he knew Lucca was right. The bed whilst fine for an averaged sized person was not fine for Lucca sized people. He couldn’t believe he’d been conned into Ikea though.
“And you need a few throw pillows,” mumbled Lucca sleepily. Ianto rolled his eyes and let sleep claim him.