Fic- Dreaming

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Dreaming

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – sex

Spoilers: Minor for Cyberwoman and Countrycide
Summary: Jack can’t sleep.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

 

 

Jack didn’t like to sleep. Even after a long day working, he never had an easy time of falling into bed for the night. Actually, it was Ianto who started to change that. It was Ianto, without even trying, who had made Jack much more willing to go to bed at night. If he didn’t sleep, at least he could watch Ianto sleep.

It hadn’t been quite enough that night though. Jack was tired but he couldn’t make himself get up and go downstairs to bed. He’d been in bed with Ianto, making love with him. Ianto had fallen asleep afterwards. Jack had slipped out of bed and come up to work. He didn’t know how long he’d been working for but he couldn’t make himself stop and go downstairs.

He kept the lights on low so he wouldn’t wake Ianto and went between typing at his console and writing longhand. He didn’t know what time it was. He wished he could just be normal, go downstairs, curl around Ianto and go to sleep. But he wasn’t normal. He was Jack Harkness.

Jack let out a sigh and that’s when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up and there was Ianto emerging out of the hatch. He was dressed in only his pyjama bottoms and his hair was sticking up at all angles. His eyes were half-closed and he was rubbing his left eye groggily. It had to be one of the most adorable sights Jack had ever seen and he smiled despite himself.

“Hey there, you,” Jack murmured. “Thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” Ianto mumbled and his voice was croaky from sleep. “I woke up.”

Jack frowned at him. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Ianto frowned and avoided Jack’s eyes. “No.” He sighed and came around to Jack’s side of the desk.

Jack watched him as Ianto got down on his knees beside Jack’s chair and let his head rest in Jack’s lap.

“Didn’t want to be on my own,” he murmured into Jack’s thigh.

Jack let his hand dip to stroke Ianto’s hair. Ianto sighed softly under the caress.

“That’s nice,” he whispered and Jack smiled, still writing away with his free hand.

He listened to Ianto’s breathing, soft and regular. Slowly, it began to deepen and Jack knew that Ianto was taking comfort in Jack’s presence.

“Go on then,” Jack murmured. “What was your nightmare about?”

Ianto stiffened. “Said I didn’t have a nightmare.”

“You did though. Come on,” he said gently. “Tell me. What was it about?”

“Usual.”

“What? Cybermen or cannibals?”

Ianto grunted then pulled away. He sat back on his heels and glowered at the floor. “Both. Everything. Fire. Metal. Teeth.” He swallowed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jack casually kept on writing, pretending he wasn’t watching Ianto intently. “You never talk about it. But you should.”

“I know, I know,” Ianto growled. But then his voice fell to a whisper. “I know.”

Jack put his pen down and reached out for Ianto, stroking his head. “You can tell me, you know. You can tell me anything.”

Ianto, who had been staring at the floor, glanced up at him and his eyes were sad and scared.

“It’s…the fire and…the screaming,” he whispered.

Jack reached for Ianto’s hand. Gently, he encouraged him to stand and wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist.

“Come on,” he said, looking up at Ianto. “Tell me and you’ll get a kiss as a reward.”

Ianto smiled a little, resting his hands on Jack’s shoulders. His eyes were distant but he began to speak. “There was fire,” he murmured. “All around.”

Jack placed a soft kiss on Ianto’s tummy. Ianto’s eyes closed and he continued to speak.

“And the screaming. I was in a corridor and it was burning. The walls were burning.”

Jack stood and placed a kiss on Ianto’s bare shoulder. “That’s it,” Jack murmured. “Carry on.”

“There was a man…with a knife.”

Jack kissed his way all along Ianto’s shoulder.

“He was…all around and the…knife glinted so bright, it blinded me. She…Lisa was crying and I couldn’t get to her. The man was there, all around me and…pressing the knife to my throat.”

Jack pressed a kiss to that soft, unmarked throat and felt Ianto shiver in pleasure.

“I could feel it pressing into my neck, feel the blood dripping from my neck. And I was…too weak. I couldn’t…do anything.”

Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and pulled him close, rocking him against him.

“Always want you when I wake up,” Ianto said softly.

“I’m here,” Jack murmured, kissing Ianto’s neck and moving against him.

Ianto’s eyes drifted shut. Jack could feel his cock was hard. So was Jack’s. They moved together, slowly at first but then getting faster. And Ianto spoke in soft whispers.

“I want to dream about you,” he said. “Want to dream about you touching me, kissing me, being with me, being inside me.”

“I’m here,” murmured Jack as Ianto pressed against him and clung to him as he was rocked back and forth against Jack.

His breathing was getting heavy now and he panted into Jack’s neck. “Want you to…chase it away, chase it all away,” he murmured.

Jack pressed into him, pressing their cocks together. He could feel the heat of Ianto’s hard cock even through his trousers. He wanted to make that slim body shudder in pleasure, remind him that he was safe.

Jack rocked them together, almost dancing with Ianto. Ianto threw back his head, gasping into the cool air.

“Jack, oh god, Jack, gonna…”

Jack kissed him hard, brushing their cocks together through their clothes and all of a sudden, they were both coming, jerking gently together and Ianto held onto Jack tight.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes.”

Jack gathered Ianto into his arms and cradled him against him. “No more nightmares now,” he murmured.

Ianto shook his head, pressing his face into Jack’s neck. “No more nightmares.” He found Jack’s hand and squeezed it.

“Put me to bed, Jack,” he murmured. “And stay with me.”

Jack, in a daze, held Ianto tightly by the hand and lead him downstairs, leaving all the lights on.

They rid each other of their sticky clothes and stumbled into bed. Ianto was limp against him, wrapped around Jack. He sighed contentedly. “I like being in bed with you,” he whispered.

Jack kissed Ianto softly. “Ianto…always make me come to bed.”

Ianto grinned up at him. “Yeah. Like you in bed.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, I know.” He kissed Ianto’s forehead gently. “Go to sleep now, my beautiful boy. And dream about me.”

“Mmm, Jack,” Ianto murmured, closing his eyes and settling into Jack’s warm embrace. “Will do. Good dreams, ‘bout you. Jack.”

And he was asleep. Jack let out a contended sigh and closed his eyes. He was going to dream too. He was going to have good dreams about Ianto.

 

Comments

[drunkendeadcat.livejournal.com]

fantastic

[loupgaros.livejournal.com]

Poor Ianto.... At least he has Jack to comfort him. :)

[shambolicasfuck.livejournal.com]

Aww.. nice ♥

[stargazer60.livejournal.com]

Very sweet.....

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous.

[candybree.livejournal.com]

Very sweet!
Great job!

[oncomingscone.livejournal.com]

Very tender and hot! xx

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Thank you!
x

[elanor12.livejournal.com]

aw. lovely.

[foreverjack.livejournal.com]

Absolutely cute! I loved the way Ianto makes his Captain know he is always needed!

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

liked that a lot!

[dm811.livejournal.com]

lovely! What is it about sleepy ianto that is so appealing? and why is he always so randy when he first wakes up? :)

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Lol, it's when he looks all mused. Cute as fuck!
And he's randy because he's young, hot and with Jack!

[cherry-soup888.livejournal.com]

That was really good, I loved it.

[tktrix.livejournal.com]

I'm new to this pairing, and I have to say your writing is fantastic, totally in character. Love it. Now I'm off to find some Jack/Ianto icons....

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I always try very hard to keep the characters real.

I've got plenty of stories on here if you fancy more!

Hope your icon search was successful!

[phlepa.livejournal.com]

Yeah I know how Jack feels I have a hard time sleeping too. That's why I'm up so late reading a commenting on your stories because they make my night less lonly and long. This was beautiful thanks for writing it.