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Fic title: "five times that Jack and Ianto tried to watchX-Files and failed (and only one of them can be because of sex)."
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the_milky_way
Genre:Torchwood
Pairing:Jack/Ianto
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 1.450
Beta: Thank you so muchparka_girl, all remaining faults are mine
Disclaimer: Torchwood and the characters belong to BBC and Russell T. Davies. I don't own anything.
Notes:
This is a Christmas present for S, who wanted
1.
Jack isn't exactly sure what he's doing, but Ianto's made it perfectly clear that no wasn’t an option. S here he is, in Ianto’s apartment, stretched out on the couch and waiting. For what, he isn’t sure, but it's exciting in a way -- the not knowing what this is all about.
And, really, Jack is all for excitement. So when Ianto finally comes into the room, he doesn’t know what to feel first. He's torn pretty equally between disappointment and amusement. Disappointment because Ianto is still dressed more than Jack would like, but also amusement because Ianto's acting a bit like an over-excited child, clutching DVDs to his chest with a rather shy smile.
Jack hasn’t seen that smile in a long time. It only appears when Ianto reveals something new about himself. Usually something that Jack was unaware until the moment Ianto brings it up. It seems, Jack thinks, that this is going to be one of those moments. And with that thought, Jack can’t help letting the disappointment drop away, leaving him with just the excitement of what’s to come.
That is until the intercom buzzes. Ianto sighs, resigned, before dropping the DVD case on the table and grabbing Jack’s coat from where he'd left it earlier.
With Gwen’s voice in his ear and Ianto next to him, face morphed into the impassive mask he always wears when something serious happens, Jack manages a quick glimpse at the DVD cover. He has only a second to wonder what exactly the X-Files are before the words Gwen utters sink in, making everything else unimportant.
The Doctor is there.
2.
Ianto is pissed.
Jack knows it’s his fault.
The one time he's exhausted enough to really, finally find something close to sleep ends up being while sharing a quiet evening with one Ianto Jones.
But seriously, how was he supposed to know that the opening theme of The X-Files would put him into some kind of trance? It wasn’t like he’d ever had time try it out before, or, you know, to sit down and watch it. At least not while it was still on TV.
He'd suffered through the day. Had to look up everything Ianto pestered him with, which really hadn’t been all that much.
But now he knows all about filthy rats named Krycek, mean aliens (to who Ianto had counted him during one of his coffee breaks) and slimy black oil. Jack will never look at coffee the same way anymore.
At least now he has an excuse to find all the best possible ways to apologize to Ianto. Jack just knows Ianto will appreciate a lot of them, if not all of them.
3.
Ianto is about to give up. For good. There's no way this can’t be a conspiracy. No way in hell. He's lost faith in his ability to do every day mundane tasks, like having a simple DVD evening with someone he considers to be a good friend, a lover even.
It’s probably the third or fourth time, though Ianto's stopped counting after the disaster with the pipe leak and the DVD player being ruined by waves of bathwater, that he's tried to get Jack to sit down with him and watch one of his favourite TV shows ever.
So far, every single time they've been interrupted, sabotaged or ignored due to something catastrophic event getting in the way. This time it’s the power going out and not coming back on for hours. And, Ianto thinks with a sigh, Captain Jack Harkness isn’t a very patient man when he has other things on his mind.
After the tenth time of being asked if he's hungry, Ianto gives in and lets Jack drag him out. Graceful and a little reluctant of course, he has a reputation to hold up, after all.
Not that the X-Files DVDs can weigh against watching Captain Jack Harkness be romantic, noble and entertaining. Or, you know, compete with Jack’s attention when it's focused only on Ianto and nothing else.
4.
His shoulder burns. And it hurts even more right were the metal beam hit him. It’s nothing new, though. Neither is seeing Jack sprawled out next to him, head in his lap, not breathing. Cold. Motionless. Crusted with dried blood.
Seeing him like this always hurts more than any of his own wounds.
He sits there for hours. Waiting. Waiting for Gwen or Martha, or even Rhys, to find them; to see the signal he left behind before everything went to hell.
He'd counted everything in the cave they are trapped in. He'd even started to recite old poems, songs, rhymes, if only to focus on something else, instead of the dead body pressed against him. To think about something that hasn’t anything to do with the fear that this might be the end. That this might be the one time Jack won't wake up. That this might really be it.
He thinks about the plans they had for the evening. New DVD player at the Hub, Jack joking that they might want to try it there instead of the apartment, since that never seems to work out.
Ianto almost snorts at that memory. As if the Hub would be any better.
He pulls the body closer, doesn’t think about how many hours have passed, how it must be long past time for Jack to wait up. But he waits.
And waits.
5.
“Captain, this is not .. not the way I planned it, sir... “
Lips pressed against skin, hands traveling up and down his body.
Ianto is more than a little helpless, but also undecided about what to do. He wants Jack to stop, but at the same time he doesn’t want Jack to stop.
The evening was planned out perfectly, they'd finally be able to do what it should have happened ages ago. And after the week they'd had, Ianto figured there wouldn’t be much else to do, except for some reassurance that they were both still alive. And, Ianto hoped, some mindless consummation of 90s mainstream TV.
One day, he promised himself, he'd learn to stop underestimating Captain Jack Harkness. It almost upset him, because usually he doesn’t make that mistake.
It’d been a while since Jack managed to surprise him that thoroughly. It might have been the lack of sleep or the emotional turmoil of the past week, but Ianto clings to his dignity and blames it on Jack’s sexual prowess and power of persuasion.
Jack's lips tugging at his earlobe, hands on his skin under his dress shirt, make up Ianto’s mind faster than he thought possible. But then, he thinks, it was heading this way since they left the Hub and he should have known not to make plans with Jack being in such a mood.
The Captain had been quieter than usual all day. Quieter, more subdued; watching but not acting. Watching Ianto mostly. Watching for any hint of damage, for any tremble, any sign that things weren't okay.
Ianto is still a little unsure about what it all meant.
Finally, Jack’s eyes meet his, seeking out the answer they both know is there, has always been there since they started this. The smile that appears is something Ianto thinks he's used to, but then it’s still different compared to any of Jack’s other smiles.
It makes his heart stutter for a second, makes him freeze and cling to Jack. Time starts up again when Jack leans down to kiss him. Slow, gentle and reassuring while still being passionate.
It's a way, Ianto thinks, for Jack to remind himself that Ianto's still there, that they both are.
The question of whether to watch Mulder mourn over Scully’s disappearance or Sam’s, or Krycek’s or whomever’s; or to let himself be ravished by Jack isn’t even a question anymore. And, Ianto realizes, it really wasn't one to begin with.
Ianto understands it, finally. He gets why nothing he planned for this evening would have been enough. Why nothing would have made Jack sit there and just exist. Nothing and no one, Ianto realizes with sudden clarity, other than himself, is strong enough to anchor Jack.
Author:
the_milky_wayGenre:Torchwood
Pairing:Jack/Ianto
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 1.450
Beta: Thank you so much
parka_girl, all remaining faults are mineDisclaimer: Torchwood and the characters belong to BBC and Russell T. Davies. I don't own anything.
Notes:
This is a Christmas present for S, who wanted
1.
Jack isn't exactly sure what he's doing, but Ianto's made it perfectly clear that no wasn’t an option. S here he is, in Ianto’s apartment, stretched out on the couch and waiting. For what, he isn’t sure, but it's exciting in a way -- the not knowing what this is all about.
And, really, Jack is all for excitement. So when Ianto finally comes into the room, he doesn’t know what to feel first. He's torn pretty equally between disappointment and amusement. Disappointment because Ianto is still dressed more than Jack would like, but also amusement because Ianto's acting a bit like an over-excited child, clutching DVDs to his chest with a rather shy smile.
Jack hasn’t seen that smile in a long time. It only appears when Ianto reveals something new about himself. Usually something that Jack was unaware until the moment Ianto brings it up. It seems, Jack thinks, that this is going to be one of those moments. And with that thought, Jack can’t help letting the disappointment drop away, leaving him with just the excitement of what’s to come.
That is until the intercom buzzes. Ianto sighs, resigned, before dropping the DVD case on the table and grabbing Jack’s coat from where he'd left it earlier.
With Gwen’s voice in his ear and Ianto next to him, face morphed into the impassive mask he always wears when something serious happens, Jack manages a quick glimpse at the DVD cover. He has only a second to wonder what exactly the X-Files are before the words Gwen utters sink in, making everything else unimportant.
The Doctor is there.
2.
Ianto is pissed.
Jack knows it’s his fault.
The one time he's exhausted enough to really, finally find something close to sleep ends up being while sharing a quiet evening with one Ianto Jones.
But seriously, how was he supposed to know that the opening theme of The X-Files would put him into some kind of trance? It wasn’t like he’d ever had time try it out before, or, you know, to sit down and watch it. At least not while it was still on TV.
He'd suffered through the day. Had to look up everything Ianto pestered him with, which really hadn’t been all that much.
But now he knows all about filthy rats named Krycek, mean aliens (to who Ianto had counted him during one of his coffee breaks) and slimy black oil. Jack will never look at coffee the same way anymore.
At least now he has an excuse to find all the best possible ways to apologize to Ianto. Jack just knows Ianto will appreciate a lot of them, if not all of them.
3.
Ianto is about to give up. For good. There's no way this can’t be a conspiracy. No way in hell. He's lost faith in his ability to do every day mundane tasks, like having a simple DVD evening with someone he considers to be a good friend, a lover even.
It’s probably the third or fourth time, though Ianto's stopped counting after the disaster with the pipe leak and the DVD player being ruined by waves of bathwater, that he's tried to get Jack to sit down with him and watch one of his favourite TV shows ever.
So far, every single time they've been interrupted, sabotaged or ignored due to something catastrophic event getting in the way. This time it’s the power going out and not coming back on for hours. And, Ianto thinks with a sigh, Captain Jack Harkness isn’t a very patient man when he has other things on his mind.
After the tenth time of being asked if he's hungry, Ianto gives in and lets Jack drag him out. Graceful and a little reluctant of course, he has a reputation to hold up, after all.
Not that the X-Files DVDs can weigh against watching Captain Jack Harkness be romantic, noble and entertaining. Or, you know, compete with Jack’s attention when it's focused only on Ianto and nothing else.
4.
His shoulder burns. And it hurts even more right were the metal beam hit him. It’s nothing new, though. Neither is seeing Jack sprawled out next to him, head in his lap, not breathing. Cold. Motionless. Crusted with dried blood.
Seeing him like this always hurts more than any of his own wounds.
He sits there for hours. Waiting. Waiting for Gwen or Martha, or even Rhys, to find them; to see the signal he left behind before everything went to hell.
He'd counted everything in the cave they are trapped in. He'd even started to recite old poems, songs, rhymes, if only to focus on something else, instead of the dead body pressed against him. To think about something that hasn’t anything to do with the fear that this might be the end. That this might be the one time Jack won't wake up. That this might really be it.
He thinks about the plans they had for the evening. New DVD player at the Hub, Jack joking that they might want to try it there instead of the apartment, since that never seems to work out.
Ianto almost snorts at that memory. As if the Hub would be any better.
He pulls the body closer, doesn’t think about how many hours have passed, how it must be long past time for Jack to wait up. But he waits.
And waits.
5.
“Captain, this is not .. not the way I planned it, sir... “
Lips pressed against skin, hands traveling up and down his body.
Ianto is more than a little helpless, but also undecided about what to do. He wants Jack to stop, but at the same time he doesn’t want Jack to stop.
The evening was planned out perfectly, they'd finally be able to do what it should have happened ages ago. And after the week they'd had, Ianto figured there wouldn’t be much else to do, except for some reassurance that they were both still alive. And, Ianto hoped, some mindless consummation of 90s mainstream TV.
One day, he promised himself, he'd learn to stop underestimating Captain Jack Harkness. It almost upset him, because usually he doesn’t make that mistake.
It’d been a while since Jack managed to surprise him that thoroughly. It might have been the lack of sleep or the emotional turmoil of the past week, but Ianto clings to his dignity and blames it on Jack’s sexual prowess and power of persuasion.
Jack's lips tugging at his earlobe, hands on his skin under his dress shirt, make up Ianto’s mind faster than he thought possible. But then, he thinks, it was heading this way since they left the Hub and he should have known not to make plans with Jack being in such a mood.
The Captain had been quieter than usual all day. Quieter, more subdued; watching but not acting. Watching Ianto mostly. Watching for any hint of damage, for any tremble, any sign that things weren't okay.
Ianto is still a little unsure about what it all meant.
Finally, Jack’s eyes meet his, seeking out the answer they both know is there, has always been there since they started this. The smile that appears is something Ianto thinks he's used to, but then it’s still different compared to any of Jack’s other smiles.
It makes his heart stutter for a second, makes him freeze and cling to Jack. Time starts up again when Jack leans down to kiss him. Slow, gentle and reassuring while still being passionate.
It's a way, Ianto thinks, for Jack to remind himself that Ianto's still there, that they both are.
The question of whether to watch Mulder mourn over Scully’s disappearance or Sam’s, or Krycek’s or whomever’s; or to let himself be ravished by Jack isn’t even a question anymore. And, Ianto realizes, it really wasn't one to begin with.
Ianto understands it, finally. He gets why nothing he planned for this evening would have been enough. Why nothing would have made Jack sit there and just exist. Nothing and no one, Ianto realizes with sudden clarity, other than himself, is strong enough to anchor Jack.
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Date: 2009-03-24 08:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-03-24 09:02 pm (UTC)From:I wrote this within an hour and I never know where it came from. I don't even know why I usually don't post Jack/Ianto, I never feel comfortable with it. *shrugs*
But I am glad you like it. :)