Fic- The Captain and the Boy 50/65

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Title: The Captain and The Boy 50/65

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, Ianto/Others

Ratings: Adult – graphic sex and some violence throughout

Spoilers: General spoilers for first 2 series

Summary: An AU version of Jack, Ianto and Torchwood. Some pre-series.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: With thanks to oncomingscone and rowanheart24 for their glorious help! Comments make me write more. I hope you enjoy this. I’ve been working on this story for nearly a year and it’s finally finished. I’ve very proud of it and I hope it’s good enough for my lovely readers! This is a finished series and won’t be abandoned. I’m planning to post a chapter a day (at roughly the same time) until it’s finished. I’m sorry this is kind of late today. Still recovering from my weekend in Cardiff!

 

 

“Don’t you miss Jack?” Owen asked Ianto.

They were in the Café again. They’d been meeting here for the past few weeks, every lunch time. They talked, mostly avoiding the topic of Jack. The fact that Owen had brought him up again shocked Ianto into silence.

He fiddled with his napkin. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about him.”

“He’s been dead quiet lately you know.”

“I suppose he’s found another boy though.”

“Nope. He’s not with anybody. He barely goes out anymore. I think he’s realising he needs to grieve Maya. He never really said goodbye to her.”

“He won’t want me then, when he’s let go of her. I was only a crutch.” Ianto sighed. “It’s what happens. I don’t mind.”

Owen gave him a hard look but didn’t say anything.

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“See how much better it is now we’re independent?” said Thomas over breakfast. They were counting out their money. They had much more than what they needed to pay the rent and the bills and get food. Thomas grinned. “Nobody taking a cut!”

“Did Kiral take a cut then?”

“Oh, yeah. Course. He makes a lot of money off his boys. But…since I left…he hasn’t sent Patrick out anywhere.” He smiled wistfully. “He’s made him his boy now.”

“Does Patrick mind that?”

“Are you kidding? He loves it! He’s always wanted to be somebody’s boy. He likes to belong to somebody, likes to be looked after.” He shrugged. “Some are like that. Some want to be looked after more than anything else. But others, like you and me, can’t stand it.”

Ianto nodded. “Suppose.”

Thomas leaned back in his chair. “It’s you and me now, Ianto and we’ve gotta make sure we’re always gonna be raking it in. Managing boys, that’s where the real money is.”

Ianto didn’t say anything.

Thomas reached out and squeezed his hand. “We could make it, you know. You and me.”

“Yeah,” said Ianto. “Just don’t know if I want to.”

                                                      * * *

Early in the night, Ianto walked to his spot deep in thought. He didn’t have any appointments that night but he always had plenty of traffic past there and he never had to worry about not earning. He was independent. He had a life outside his job, he didn’t have to answer to anyone and he never had to worry about getting enough to eat. But still he felt there was something missing. He felt sad all the time. He missed Jack. He knew that wasn’t the only thing which made him feel like that but he wasn’t sure what was giving him that feeling.

He settled at his corner. His jeans were snug against him and he knew he looked good. It wouldn’t be long before he got some custom.

Ten minutes after he’d arrived, he felt eyes on him. He turned his head and saw a young man peering around a corner at him. Ianto swallowed, flashes of Michael going through his head. He ignored the memories and smiled at the young man.

“Found what you’re looking for?” he asked, pouting his lips slightly.

The boy seemed to be pushed around the corner and was quickly followed by a gang of men, all young like the boy. One of them, a tall gangly lad, nudged the boy. “Go on.”

The boy came closer to Ianto. “You’re pretty,” he said. “I’ve got money.” He pulled out a thick wad of cash. “You can have all this, if I can…”

Ianto smiled, glancing at the boy’s friends, who were smirking. “You want to fuck me?”

The boy swallowed hard and nodded.

“Course he does!” said the gangly lad. “He’s come here to pound your arse.” He came towards Ianto and pressed close. “It’s his first time,” he whispered. “So you teach him the way of things, right? You teach him how to fuck you raw.”

Ianto turned his head so the kiss the lad aimed at his lips missed and caught his jaw. The lad snarled and gave Ianto a sharp push in his stomach.

“You behave for him or he’ll punish you,” he murmured, then pulled away.

He patted the boy encouragingly on his arm, then led his friends away.

Ianto was left alone with the boy, who was gazing at him. Ianto gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s okay. You’ve never done this before?”

The boy shook his head. “No. Never. Not…with anybody. I don’t…quite know…how…”

“That’s okay.” Ianto reached out and took the boy’s hand. “I’ll show you what to do.”

The boy let himself be tugged closer. Ianto pulled him right against his body and touched their lips together. The boy returned the kiss eagerly and quickly took charge. Ianto submitted professionally, whilst at the same time, guiding the boy’s hips to rub against his. He could feel the bulge in the boy’s pants.

“That’s it,” Ianto murmured as the boy began to rub against him eagerly. “But don’t waste it. Here.” He pulled back and slowly undid his jeans. He exposed himself to the boy, sliding his jeans down to his thighs, exposing cock and arse.

“You can do anything you like to me,” Ianto whispered. “What would you like?”

“I…I want to put my…dick in your…”

Ianto smiled. “Mouth? Or do you want to fuck my ass?”

“Your…ass,” murmured the boy.

Ianto turned, presented his backside to the boy. He could feel the boy’s eyes roaming over him and he clenched for him.

He could hear the boy’s heavy breathing and he knew he was ready. He reached behind him, cupped the boy’s hips and pulled him right against him. The boy’s rough crotch rubbed against Ianto’s bare bottom. He could feel the hot bulge in his trousers.

“I really want to fuck you,” said the boy. “What do I do?”

Ianto reached in his pocket and passed the boy a condom. “Put the condom on and watch.”

 The boy did as he was told. Ianto coated his fingers in lube and reached around to slowly slick himself up for the boy. He was putting on a show for the boy and he could feel his breathing getting unsteady.

“Now you need to slide right inside me.” He took his hand, placed it on his hip, then tugged him forwards and into him.

The boy slid inside with a sigh. “Oh, god,” he murmured. “You’re so tight and hot all around me. Oh god.”

Ianto smiled. “Come on. Move, as fast as you like.”

The boy stroked Ianto’s bare hip. “I won’t…hurt you?”

“No. You won’t. You pound into me as hard as you like.”

The boy hesitated, then began to move, pounding hard and fast into Ianto. Ianto held back his noises. The boy was eager and already engulfed in his pleasure. He didn’t touch Ianto, just pounded into him as hard as he could.  

He came with an undignified splutter and Ianto felt the heat of his come through the condom. He’d not always used condoms. If they paid enough, he’d let them go without. But not anymore.

The boy sagged against him. Ianto held them both up.

After a moment, the boy pulled away. Ianto could feel him gazing at him.

“Your money,” the boy said. Ianto turned his head and took the money the boy was holding out to him. There was an odd look on his face. Ianto tried to ignore it but something about it bothered him. It was almost a sneer.

The boy pulled the condom off and threw it at Ianto’s feet. He dressed himself. Ianto was still bare, still staring in shock at the boy.

The boy spat on him. “Filthy whore,” he hissed then turned and walked away.

In a daze, Ianto tugged up his pants and sank to the floor. The boy was right. Here, doing this for all these years. It had turned him into a filthy whore. That was all he had been for so long. He ached inside. He put his head in his hands and sobbed, there on the street amongst the filth. This was his life.