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Title: Always Young
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: Series 1 & 2
Summary: Ianto is so young to Jack.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!


“Fuck, yeah! Yeah, Jack!” Ianto’s gasps and cries filled Jack’s bedroom as Jack pounded into him. They moved together, hands clasped tightly and their pleasure peaked together.

Jack pressed his mouth to Ianto’s shoulder and bit down. Ianto went wild and Jack held him close as he fucked him through his orgasm.

Afterwards, they collapsed together in a sweaty, messy embrace. For a moment, Ianto just lay there, fucked into complete exhaustion.

“Oh my god,” he said after a moment.

Jack laughed. “Fun?”

Ianto grinned. “Yeah.” He turned his head and kissed Jack. “Shower?”

 Jack grinned back at him. “Unless you feel like going to sleep in this mess?”

Ianto wrinkled his nose. “Nope.”

They got in the shower. Jack would never tell anyone but he loved this as much as the sex. Just an excuse to hold and to touch and caress without the pressing need to chase that post-orgasmic bliss.

Ianto put his head under the hot spray and closed his eyes. Jack watched him. The water soaked his curls and ran down his face. He looked so young. He was so young. Twenty five. Ridiculously young.

Jack kissed Ianto’s cheek. “My boy,” he whispered.

Ianto rocked his hips into Jack’s. “You’re always calling me that.”

Jack kissed his way along Ianto’s jaw. “Yes, I am.”

Ianto tipped his head up into the water and Jack kissed his way up Ianto’s throat. Ianto made a soft noise of pleasure.

Jack smiled and curled his hand around Ianto’s slim waist. He drew patterns on his skin in the water. Ianto’s hand found Jack’s shoulder and he held on tightly, massaging his muscles firmly.

Jack made his own noise of pleasure. “That’s nice, my boy.”

Ianto lifted his head and looked at Jack, considering him. Jack cupped Ianto’s head, pushing his fingers through Ianto’s wet curls.

“There you go again,” Ianto said.

Jack put his forehead against Ianto’s and grinned. “What?”

Ianto looked back at him. Their eyes were so close to each other their faces started to go blurry.

“Calling me a boy. I’m a fully-fledged adult you know, allowed to drink and vote and everything.”

Jack grinned and kissed Ianto softly on the mouth. “And most importantly, past the age of consent.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “So, why call me a boy, exactly?”

Jack pulled back, spun Ianto around and pressed him gently into the wall. “Because you are.” He kissed the back of Ianto’s head, then made his way down Ianto’s spine, pressing hot kisses all the way. Ianto murmured with pleasure.

Jack knelt behind him and wrapped his big hands round Ianto’s slim hips. “Every single part of you,” he murmured. He kissed the small of Ianto’s back, then each buttock in turn, wanting the way those firm round cheeks clenched beneath his touch.

Ianto reached behind him and touched his hair. “What about every part of me?” He turned and looked down at Jack. “Go on, tell me.”

Jack shrugged and he averted his eyes. He stood and kissed a path along Ianto’s jaw. “Every part of you is beautiful, that’s all.”

Ianto pushed Jack back a little so he could look into his face. “But why do you call me a boy?”

Jack stroked Ianto’s hip absently. “Do you know how young twenty five is, Ianto? You’ve barely started to live.”

“Jack …”

“No, I’m serious.” He stroked Ianto’s face and kissed his brow. “So young, so much life left.”

Ianto’s arms tightened around Jack’s waist. “I work for Torchwood, Jack,” he said flatly.

Jack buried his nose in Ianto’s warm, damp neck. “Don’t, Ianto. You’re… not everybody dies young.”

Ianto laughed bitterly. “Do you know what was considered old at Torchwood One? Thirty five.”

Jack didn’t know what to say. He never did when Ianto said things like that. He knew the day would come when Ianto would be proven right but Jack really didn’t like to think about it.

“In Torchwood terms, I’m pretty much middle aged,” Ianto said.

Jack pulled back and looked sharply at Ianto. “Don’t say things like that.”

Ianto shrugged. “I have to face reality, Jack.”

Jack put his arms tightly around Ianto and  held him close. “Fuck reality. I’ve had over a hundred years of reality, Ianto and let me tell you, sometimes fantasy is better.”

“If you believed that you wouldn’t be doing this job.”

Jack shrugged. “Maybe. Come on.” He took Ianto’s hand. “Let’s rinse off and go to bed. Before we start wrinkling. That is not a look I want.”

Ianto laughed. “No, it doesn’t look good.”

They rinsed off and got out of the shower. They got mostly dry and got into bed. Jack noticed that Ianto was quiet. He didn’t mention it, just held him. He pulled the covers over them both and kissed the corner of Ianto’s eye. “My boy,” he murmured.

“Jack, how old are you?” he asked suddenly.

Jack glanced at him but Ianto didn’t look back. “Nobody knows how old I am, Ianto. It’s not even in my records.”

“Oh,” said Ianto and frowned. He dropped his head.

Jack looked at him for a moment, then stroked a damp curl back from Ianto’s forehead. “I’m one hundred and seventy four.”

Ianto drew in a little breath and looked at Jack. “There must have been so many people…”

Jack nodded. “Yes, lots of people I’ve watched grow old, Ianto and I’ve been older than any of them.”

Ianto bit his lip, looking into Jack’s eyes. “That’s why you call me a boy.”

Jack stroked Ianto’s cheek. “Yes. You’re so young to me, Ianto. Young and beautiful and my boy.”

Ianto dropped his eyes again and buried his face in Jack’s neck. Jack held him close and stroked his back.

“Jack,” whispered Ianto.

Jack kissed the top of his head. “Yes, Ianto?”

“I like being your boy, Jack.”

Jack cupped his hand beneath Ianto’s jaw and raised his head so they were face to face. “You will never stop being my boy.” He grinned at Ianto and kissed him softly on the lips. “Even when you’re old and wrinkled, you’ll still by my beautiful boy.”

Ianto blushed, then ducked his head and wouldn’t look at Jack. He just held onto him tightly round his middle and kissed his shoulder.

Jack smiled affectionately and relaxed into Ianto’s embrace. He felt calm and settled. He’d lived a long time, known and loved a lot of people but there was no one quite like Ianto. There was no other beautiful boy for him and there never would be. He would always be young for Jack and that way, he could always keep him.

Date: 2011-08-28 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That was utterly adorable, I loved it!!!

Date: 2011-08-30 04:11 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-08-29 01:39 am (UTC)
ext_550863: (TW Ianto and Jack Only Him)
From: [identity profile]
Oh. I think you broke me. In a good way, though. Sweet, hot and loving.

In a nutshell? Beautiful.

Date: 2011-08-30 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww, thank you!

Date: 2011-08-29 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Absolutely lovely- even if the last couple of sentences brought tears to my eyes!

Date: 2011-08-30 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww, thank you!

Date: 2011-08-30 04:12 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-08-29 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Bittersweet and beautiful - I especially love the ending =)

Date: 2011-08-30 04:12 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-08-30 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OH wow, jack and Ianto *happy sigh*

Date: 2011-08-30 04:12 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-08-31 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*wibble* Simply lovely, my dear! :)

Date: 2011-08-31 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That was so moving and beautiful. Ianto is Jack's boy, just as it should be. :)


Date: 2012-01-02 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The last lines almost made me cry. This story is so sweet! I love your writing.

Date: 2012-02-11 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
really well written. thank you, great reading.


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