Title: Sometimes He Comes Back (3/4)
Summary: Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to...aka the boys have some alone time.
Characters: Ianto and Jack
Spoilers: AU CoE. This takes place right after Day 5
Word Count: 1234
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Sometimes He Comes Back (3/4)
Ianto woke in the middle of the night after a vivid dream left him hot and bothered. In the dream, he had been driving a black SUV that was stopped at a traffic light and Jack was giving him the blow job to end all blow jobs. And Ianto was trying to get him to stop because he was driving, but the more Ianto protested the harder and more sensuously Jack worked him over.
When his senses returned to normal, Ianto realized Jack was sleeping with his head on the corner of the bed and holding one of his hands. Slowly the pieces began to come together: Martha saying Jack would be happy he was alive, and then connecting the dots between one of the soldiers saying Jack was in the room when the virus was released and the video he heard of Jack. There was also being called gorgeous by Jack. Could he be the one Jack was talking to in the video? Then there was the way the handsome man acted toward him and the obvious fact Jack was spending the night in his room, holding his hand. And how could he forget the way his body reacted to a simple touch?
“Did I wake you?” Jack asked when he noticed a change in Ianto’s breathing and felt his pulse quicken.
“No.” Ianto's voice quivered, the fear of the answer to the question he wanted to ask caused him to break into a cold sweat. “Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”
“Sure. Ask away.” Jack lifted his head and rubbed the back of Ianto's hand with his thumb. He felt a flicker of recognition as the two pairs of blue eyes met.
Ianto sighed, unsure what kind of reaction he was going to get. “The person you were talking to on the video was me, wasn't it?”
Jack nodded and sucked on his lower lip. “Yes. Do you remember?” He did not want to get his hopes up too high.
“No.” Ianto was not going to lie. It would not be fair to Jack to give him false hope. “I just put a few pieces together and well, you are in my room in the middle of the night and holding my hand. It really doesn't take a genius to figure it out.”
“Sorry.” Jack felt embarrassed to be caught and he pushed himself away, letting go of Ianto's hand.
“Don't be. I'll do anything to remember these last three years. How long have we known each other?” Ianto thought that was a safe question to ask.
“Three years. Martha said the last thing you remember is trying to escape Torchwood Tower. You came to Cardiff a couple weeks after that, looking for a job.” Jack did not want to scare Ianto off with the truth. Much to his surprise and delight, Ianto took his hand when Jack placed it back on the edge of the bed.
“How long was there an us?”
“Depends on how you look at it. Two or two and half years. We were a bit just physical before it became more.” Jack was not going to hide anything if Ianto asked about it.
“So it's safe to say you are the one who knew me best the last three years?” Ianto stated what he thought was the obvious. For the first time since meeting him, Ianto really studied Jack. He was very handsome, the cleft on his chin, his smile, those eyes that looked like they only shone for him and he could imagine what lay beneath the clothes. The thought that somewhere in his mind he knew exactly what was under those clothes caused Ianto to blush and smile.
Jack nodded and chuckled, “Most definitely. Like I know there are some naughty thoughts going through your head right now.” He wondered just how naughty. “Care to share?” Jack turned on the flirty charm.
“No. Not really.” Ianto turned an even brighter shade of red. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Of course. There is no rule against flirting with your partner when he has amnesia.” Jack did not see any reason to deny it. “In case you haven't noticed, you are really hot.”
“I noticed, but don't you have to say that? Part of that ‘we are supposed to be a couple’ thing. You are supposed to find me attractive,” Ianto replied with a cheeky grin.
“You have a point.” Jack matched the cheekiness. “But it also happens to be the honest truth.” Jack thought it was a good sign that Ianto was acting normally (at least their version of it) with him. “You look good in and out of everything.”
Ianto blushed furiously. “You've got to stop that.” He reached and brushed a stray hair from Jack's forehead.
“And you that.” There was so much Jack wanted to say to Ianto. To apologize for the way he had treated him the last few days and most importantly to let Ianto know how he felt, despite his fear and distaste for the word couple.
“It's a bit odd, you know. My head is saying that I don't know you but every other part of me is saying the opposite. Does that sound crazy?” Ianto moved to the far edge of the bed, making room for Jack if he wanted to share the bed.
Jack shook his head. “It's your heart. It won't let you forget me.”
The words brought a truly serene smile to Ianto's face. “I like the thought of that.” He beckoned Jack to the bed. “You look tired.”
“You sure?” Jack asked, as he searched Ianto’s soulful eyes for any hesitation and found none.
“It was my idea.” Ianto thought that being close to the person who was the biggest part of his life during the missing years would cause the memories to spill forth.
Jack didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his boots off and climbed into bed. The two quickly found a comfortable position despite the tight confines of the bed. Jack held onto Ianto tightly, tucking Ianto’s head under his own chin.
“You don't have to hold on so tightly. I'm not going anywhere,” Ianto complained slightly, but relished the feelings that stirred within. He felt the love Jack had for him if that was possible.
“I want to make sure. I already lost you once, I'm not going to let that happen again,” Jack whispered as he buried his face into Ianto's soft hair.
Ianto wanted to ask how he was dead one second and alive the next. Things like that did not happen; but the sound of Jack's heartbeat lulled him into such a state of contentment that Ianto did not want to ruin the mood.
It was only a matter of minutes before both dozed into a restful slumber.
The next morning Jack woke up with a tongue trying to gain access to his mouth and he was more than happy to reciprocate. The kiss was slow, tentative and sweet, not unlike their first kiss after he returned from the year that never was.
Jack hands tangled into Ianto's dark hair as the Welshman pulled Jack’s hips flush against his, the heat and want evident as both moaned at the same time.
The passionate lip lock lasted until two throats were loudly cleared from the door.To be Continued!! To The final chapter
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