Fic- The Captain

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Captain
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- sex acts
Spoilers: Series 1.
Summary: Post-Combat, Jack returns to the hub after visiting Owen in hospital.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!

Jack sighed heavily as he returned to the hub. He’d been to see Owen in the hospital and now it was late. The others had gone home and the hub was dark. Jack had half-expected, and if he was honest with himself desperately wanted, Ianto to have waited for him. But there was no sign of him.

Jack’s second sigh was even heavier as he made his way through the empty hub towards his office. It was strange how much he’d got used to Ianto’s presence. Ianto didn’t talk much. But he made his presence felt, in quiet little ways. He always had Jack’s back and he always seemed to know exactly what Jack needed.

But not tonight, it seemed. Never mind. Jack would manage. He always managed. He sat down at his desk and leaned back in his chair. Alone again. His eyes drifted around his office, the things which made up his life. His collection of alien oddities, his worn old couch, his books, Ianto’s jacket hanging on the coat rack.

The jacket caught Jack’s eyes and he stared at it for a full minute before he realised what it meant. Ianto’s jacket was still there, which meant Ianto was still there.

Jack got to his feet so fast, he knocked his lamp flying. He didn’t bother to pick it up. He could do that in the morning. Right then, he just needed Ianto.

He descended his ladder then turned and there was his boy. Ianto was sitting slightly stiffly on the bed, dressed in his shirt, trousers and socks. He bit his lip, his eyes going wide as he saw Jack standing there. He opened and closed his mouth several times, wanting to say something. Jack waited patiently.

Ianto took in a little breath, looking up at Jack. “Um…” he said.

Jack smiled. “Hey.”

Ianto shifted a little and drew one leg up on the bed. “Hi. Thought you might…want some company.”

Ianto was a man of few words. Jack enjoyed that. He was learning how to read Ianto. All his emotions were there to see if you looked carefully enough.

He gave Ianto a grin. “I definitely do, my boy.”

Ianto’s nervous expression gave way to a little smile. “So, how was Owen?” he asked, after a moment of silence.

Jack shrugged. “Still mad. Let’s…not talk about him right now. In fact, let’s not talk at all just now.”

Ianto looked back at Jack without saying anything. Jack looked right into his eyes, then suddenly he was lurching forwards and meeting Ianto’s lips in an eager kiss.

He felt Ianto’s surprise but then they both melted into the kiss and Ianto’s hands drifted up to cup Jack’s face in both hands.

Jack pushed forwards, pressing Ianto the bed and feeling Ianto push up into him. They moved together, grasping each other and kissing passionately. Ianto’s hands found their way into Jack’s coat, tugging him closer by his collar.

Jack’s hands went to Ianto’s trousers and got them open. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted release. He wanted easy pleasure. He wanted all his worry to drift away.

Ianto’s hands were busy too, fumbling with Jack’s flies and jerking them open. Jack could feel Ianto’s cock pressing into him and he eagerly delved into Ianto’s trousers and found exactly what he wanted.

Ianto grinned, then gasped as Jack wrapped his hand around his hot throbbing cock. Jack began to move his hand, watching for the pleasure which would show itself in Ianto’s eyes.

Ianto’s hands left Jack’s trousers as Jack began to wank him off. He bit his lip and gripped Jack’s coat collar tight. He didn’t speak, just whimpered softly as Jack brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Ianto pulled Jack closer and buried his face in Jack’s coat collar. Jack grinned, knowing Ianto was about to lose control. He wrapped his free arm around Ianto and held him close.

Ianto began to tremble, jerking against Jack and breathing hard. Jack made one final quick movement with his hand and Ianto was coming, his cries muffled in Jack’s collar.

Then there was stillness for a long movement. Ianto panted into Jack’s collar and Jack held him.

Then Ianto pulled back and Jack could see the soft flush of his cheeks. “Get up,” Ianto rasped and Jack did as he was told.

Ianto sat and Jack grinned when he realised what Ianto was going to do. Jack knelt up on the bed and Ianto opened Jack’s trousers. Jack cupped Ianto’s head, stroking his hair as Ianto went to work

Ianto was good at this. He had a soft, warm mouth and Jack moaned softly as Ianto sucked and lapped at his cock. Jack didn’t speak, just stroked Ianto’s hair and felt all his tension being eased away from him.

He came with a soft sigh and felt Ianto swallowing him down, every drop, lapping at him with his hot tongue.

Jack leaned down to kiss Ianto again and they held each other close, kissing softly.

“Feel better now?” Ianto asked.

Jack smiled. “Yeah.”

Ianto wriggled away and sat up. “I’m a bit of a mess,” he said, sheepishly.

Jack grinned. “I like messing you up.”

Ianto grinned back at it. “I don’t think my suits approve of you.”

Jack smirked. “Then why do they always look so good for me?”

Ianto chuckled, then stood and got undressed. Jack watched him. Ianto was always shy afterwards. Jack got up and joined him. Within a few minutes, they were both undressed and clean.

“You staying?” Jack asked.

Ianto nodded and they climbed into bed together.

“You want to talk now?” Ianto asked.

Jack turned his face into Ianto and let out a long breath. “I don’t know what to do, Ianto. He…he’s hurting so much and I don’t know how to help him.”

Ianto stayed quiet, a softly thoughtful look on his face. Jack watched his eyes, trying to work out exactly what he was thinking.

“You know what he’s going through?” Jack prompted.

Ianto averted his eyes. “Yes,” he said slowly. “But I’m not him.”

“No,” Jack agreed. “But…”

“But…” Ianto bit his lip. “He needs you.” He looked down. “He needs you to be there for him, like I needed you.”

Jack lowered his head to meet Ianto’s eyeline. “You’re my team. I’ll be there.”

Ianto turned onto his back. “I think something’s coming. With Owen. Something worse than today.”

“What do I do, Ianto?” Jack asked, nuzzling into him for comfort.

Ianto glanced at him, then snuggled close. “Just be leader, Jack. Be his Captain. That’s what he needs. His Captain.”

Ianto’s eyes were distant and he held onto Jack tightly. Neither of them spoke again but Jack silently vowed that he would be there, for both Owen and Ianto. He would be their Captain.