Fic- Yours

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Yours
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – sex, swearing.  
Spoilers: Dr Who: Stolen Earth and Journey’s End.
Summary: Jack’s return.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: I cried writing this. *Hands out tissues to anyone who needs them*.

 

 

 

Ianto hung back when Jack came back in the hub with Martha and Mickey. When Jack hugged him and Gwen, his arms were tight around Jack but then he pulled back and let the greetings wash over him.

Jack could see the joy and relief in his eyes but he knew what a private person Ianto was. He knew he’d get a proper greeting once they were alone.

Finally, the others were leaving. In silence, Jack followed Ianto to his quarters. Jack closed the hatch behind them and looked at Ianto.

Ianto, a few metres away, was gazing at Jack his head on one side. “Jack,” he said evenly, as though happy just to say his name again.

Jack’s mouth twitched. He wanted to whoop for joy, grab Ianto in his arms and never let him go.

“Ianto, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

A small, confused frown settled on Ianto’s brow and he waited for Jack to continue.

Jack held back his smile. “You, young man, have been calling other people ‘sir’.”

Ianto’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Oh.” He smiled. “The doctor. Are you jealous, Jack?”

“I just want to make sure you know you’re all mine.”

Ianto took a step towards Jack, a slow smile spreading over his face. “Oh, no, Jack,” he said, looping his arms around Jack’s neck. “You’re all mine.”

“All yours,” Jack whispered in agreement, leaning in towards Ianto.

Their lips met and they kissed, slow and sweet and deep and to Jack it felt like their first kiss in a very long time.

He held Ianto tight against him, feeling their relief flow through him. Ianto was there, real and solid. Not vaporised, not turned to dust, not lost. Just there.

“Jack,” Ianto whispered against Jack’s lips, holding him tight. “You came back. You promised and you did it. You came back.”

Jack filled Ianto with his kiss, pressing deep into his mouth, leaving them both breathless. “I came back. I’m never going to break a promise to you ever again.”

Ianto pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were fuzzy and intense. “Jack, take me to bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I want you inside me. I want you to make me know you’re here.”

Jack smiled. He pushed forwards and kissed Ianto hard on the mouth. Ianto clung to him as Jack steered them backwards to the bed. Ianto’s hands were on his back, moving gently across Jack’s coat.

“Your coat’s singed,” Ianto said, as Jack manoeuvred him onto the bed.

Jack pulled back and craned around to try and look at his coat. It was indeed slightly singed across the back. He looked back at Ianto, his eyes wide. “Can you fix it?”

Ianto smiled affectionately. “I’ll sort it.”

Jack grinned brilliantly and darted forwards to kiss Ianto, bringing his slim body in close and wrapping his coat around him. “You’re brilliant.” He kissed Ianto’s lips. “Fantastic.” Another kiss. “The best.”

Ianto grinned. “Naturally.” His slim hands skimmed Jack’s shoulders and carefully eased the coat down and away. Jack watched Ianto lay it on the chair near the bed.

Impatient and eager, Jack crashed his lips into Ianto’s, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Ianto pulled Jack against him, rubbing their bodies together. Jack was hard. Ianto could see the shape of his large cock pushing through his trousers.

Ianto couldn’t wait. He dove in, popping the buttons loose as he tore away the offending trousers. Jack laughed. “You really did miss me then.”

Ianto fumbled with Jack’s shirt buttons. “Yes, just get naked already.”

Jack just grinned and shrugged off his shirt. “Same goes, by the way.”

Ianto fumbled with his waistcoat and his pink shirt as Jack yanked off the remainder of his own clothes.

Finally, Jack was naked and he returned to help Ianto with his clothes. Ianto’s hands were trembling like mad and he didn’t know why.

Jack just kissed him and eased off his trousers and underwear until at last, they were both naked and pressing into each other.

Ianto’s throat felt tight and it ached with suppressed tears. He could feel Jack’s hard, hot cock pressing into his own and suddenly Ianto was crying. He’s nearly lost all this.

Jack was crying too and holding him tight, kissing him deeply. “Ianto,” he breathed. “I’m here.”

Ianto buried his face in Jack’s warm neck, breathing deep into him and squeezing his eyes shut against the tears.

Jack rocked slowly into him and Ianto’s hands found Jack’s hips, pulling him hard against him. He just needed sex. Then the tears would go and he could carry on.

“Jack, Jack,” he murmured and Jack was trembling against him. All the world, all the universe, so close to losing everything. So close to losing moments like these, moments in dim light in each other’s arms, feeling each other’s breathing, giving each other please. Almost all gone.

Jack’s arms were on his waist, stroking, soothing, real. Ianto looked up into Jack’s face. There were tears falling down his cheeks but his eyes were dark with pleasure, as Ianto’s knew his own would be.

Jack’s large hands moved lower, tracing over his hips and over his thighs. Such strong hands. All for Ianto.

Jack’s hand eased Ianto’s thighs open and dipped his fingers down over Ianto’s hot balls and below, pressing gently at the tight ring of muscle. Ianto’s eyes fluttered shut and, after a moment, he felt Jack’s warm, slicked fingers slowly pushing inside him.

Ianto’s mouth opened in a gasp and he clung tight to Jack’s strong shoulders. One arm slipped around Ianto’s waist, hand large and warm on Ianto’s waist, whilst the other worked him, pushing deeper inside him and making him ready.

Tears still hovered in both their eyes but it was all right. They were alive and there, in Jack’s bed, in the room they shared so often, together and they’d be together until death tore them apart. Ianto knew this. Whatever happened, Jack would be inside him and he would be inside Jack, forever.

Ianto couldn’t look away from Jack’s face as, finally, Jack eased his cock inside him, so deep that Ianto could feel him in every inch of his body. He settled between Ianto’s thighs and they were locked, eye to eye. Ianto couldn’t look away. He couldn’t see anything, could feel anything, beyond Jack.

Jack began to move, thrusting slowly out until just the tip of his cock  teased Ianto’s body, then thrust in, balls deep. Ianto clung to him, following his rhythm with hands clutching bare hips.

Then Jack was thrusting hard and fast, rolling his hips into Ianto. Ianto couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he could do was gaze into Jack’s full eyes and let them overtake each other.

Jack grabbed Ianto’s cock, fisting hard in time to his thrusting. He leaned over Ianto, trapping his own hand and Ianto’s cock between them. They kissed, hard and full of passion, pressing deep into each other’s mouths as Jack pressed deep inside Ianto’s body.

“Jack,” Ianto hissed against Jack’s lips. He was falling into Jack, every inch of him willingly overtaken by the strong man he felt such things for.

“Let go,” Jack whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And, as Jack kissed him again, Ianto let go and then he was coming, jerking with Jack as they convulsed and trembled and came hard into each other.

All movement ceased as Jack, utterly spent, collapsed into Ianto and held him tight.

“Oh, Sir. My only one,” Ianto whispered, a light look in his eyes. “My Sir. My Jack.”

Jack scattered kisses over Ianto’s wet face. “Yours. My Ianto. I’m all yours.”