Fandomweekly Challenge 168 - In need
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m_findlowTitle: In need
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG. Spoilers for audioplay “Broken”
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 168 - First kiss at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Summary: Jack is taken aback by the one kiss he didn’t expect.
Jack found it hard to focus as he pulled the car back into the road, putting it into a hard u-turn. He'd been heading to the hub but now it made more sense that they should go back to Ianto's. Jack wasn't calling the shots anymore and that scared him a little.
He'd come out here tonight to solve a mystery of disappearing locals and instead had found a conspiracy, a slave-trading alien, and one of his own teammates right at the heart of it, having decided to investigate it himself. Jack had been transported to an alien world, tortured, killed, revived and then, just when he hadn't thought his night could get any more eventful, he'd been kissed. Kissed by the one person he never expected it from. And Jack being Jack, had kissed back.
He'd always considered Ianto to be gentle. Well, perhaps gentle was the wrong word. His pride was still smarting from a well executed right hook delivered weeks ago. Turned out you could take the boy out of the valleys but you couldn't take the valleys out of the boy. Or man, Jack realised he needed to think of him. Ianto wasn't incapable of being tough. He'd stood his ground even though it might have cost him his life, and proven once again tonight that he was prepared to tell Jack he needed to stand down and back off. Ianto put him in his place whether Jack liked it or not. Even now he was making sure he had Jack right where he wanted him.
It wasn't as if Jack was a stranger to being kissed. If anything, he considered himself an expert, and was mildly surprised that Ianto was up there in Jack's top ten of decent kissers. When was the man going to stop surprising him? Never, he quietly hoped. He liked the thrill of learning all these hidden facets of Ianto Jones, as he finally pulled up outside Ianto's apartment block, falling into step with the man like they did this all the time. By the time the door was shut behind them he expected Ianto to renege, perhaps make him a coffee and apologise for the spur of the moment intimacy. Instead he grabbed Jack by the lapels and didn't wait for an invitation.
Neither was Jack a stranger to reciprocating the unexpected kiss. He'd done it hundreds of times, and dealt more than his fair share as well, but there was reciprocating out of need, and reciprocating out of want. Selfishly, he often took advantage, enjoying kissing no matter what the situation. He'd even kissed a few frogs, and swallowed a whole lot more in the line of duty.
Was this still duty, though? Ianto was struggling with some heavy emotions, not helped by the fact the people seemed to be constantly letting him down. Jack didn't want to be one of those people. He could see that Ianto was just basically coping and not much more. He wanted to help but he'd never been very good at reaching people who didn't want help. You couldn't order someone to tell you their pain just because you were the boss. That's what friends were for, and Jack considered Ianto a friend; he just didn't know whether Ianto considered Jack to be his friend. Besides, friends felt kind of silly when Ianto was shoving his tongue down the back of Jack's throat.
Jack surprised himself by how much he was enjoying it. Ianto was fun to tease at work because he was the one guy Jack knew was safe ground. He had no interest in Jack, or so he'd thought, so there was no uncomfortable tension when Jack made his suggestive innuendo-laced jokes. Ianto took them in his stride and Jack loved their banter. Life was too short to walk on eggshells.
There was a tender desire in the way those lips continued to press against his, and Jack felt a slight pang of jealousy for all the lovers that had belonged to those lips in the past. He didn't doubt for a moment that Ianto would be a loyal and tender lover. He'd seen that loyalty time and time again, even in the brief period he'd known the man. There was nothing he wouldn't risk to protect the ones he loved which is what made Jack almost pull back from the kiss. Jack didn't need protecting.
Ianto eventually let go of his face and there wasn't the slightest embarrassment to be found on it. That bolt of fear returned as Jack knew he was stepping into unknown territory. He'd been the one to set the ground rules – that this would be a one time thing – but there was something devastating about thinking that their first kiss would also be their last.
Jack tried to distract himself from the thought by looking around at the darkened apartment, with only its single light left on over the kitchen counter to guide the way. Jack's eyes landed on the bunch of flowers on the counter, still in their cellophane wrapping. A flicker of doubt entered Jack's mind at the sight of them. 'What's with the flowers?' he blurted out, unable to stop his mouth from taking the polite, indifferent route.
A shadow passed over Ianto's face as he looked at them with guilt. 'I wanted to be wrong,' he said.
'Wrong?'
'About Mandy. I didn't want her to be the one who was responsible for all those people going missing. If she was innocent I was going to give her those. Thanks for listening to all my problems when I didn't have anyone else to talk to.'
Jack cupped his face with both hands and saw, for perhaps the first time, the true extent of all the hurt and pain he'd been going through. He'd wanted Jack to be that person and he'd failed Ianto. Spectacularly. 'You've got me,' he said before placing a tender kiss on his lips. 'You can tell me anything.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG. Spoilers for audioplay “Broken”
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 168 - First kiss at
fandomweekly Summary: Jack is taken aback by the one kiss he didn’t expect.
Jack found it hard to focus as he pulled the car back into the road, putting it into a hard u-turn. He'd been heading to the hub but now it made more sense that they should go back to Ianto's. Jack wasn't calling the shots anymore and that scared him a little.
He'd come out here tonight to solve a mystery of disappearing locals and instead had found a conspiracy, a slave-trading alien, and one of his own teammates right at the heart of it, having decided to investigate it himself. Jack had been transported to an alien world, tortured, killed, revived and then, just when he hadn't thought his night could get any more eventful, he'd been kissed. Kissed by the one person he never expected it from. And Jack being Jack, had kissed back.
He'd always considered Ianto to be gentle. Well, perhaps gentle was the wrong word. His pride was still smarting from a well executed right hook delivered weeks ago. Turned out you could take the boy out of the valleys but you couldn't take the valleys out of the boy. Or man, Jack realised he needed to think of him. Ianto wasn't incapable of being tough. He'd stood his ground even though it might have cost him his life, and proven once again tonight that he was prepared to tell Jack he needed to stand down and back off. Ianto put him in his place whether Jack liked it or not. Even now he was making sure he had Jack right where he wanted him.
It wasn't as if Jack was a stranger to being kissed. If anything, he considered himself an expert, and was mildly surprised that Ianto was up there in Jack's top ten of decent kissers. When was the man going to stop surprising him? Never, he quietly hoped. He liked the thrill of learning all these hidden facets of Ianto Jones, as he finally pulled up outside Ianto's apartment block, falling into step with the man like they did this all the time. By the time the door was shut behind them he expected Ianto to renege, perhaps make him a coffee and apologise for the spur of the moment intimacy. Instead he grabbed Jack by the lapels and didn't wait for an invitation.
Neither was Jack a stranger to reciprocating the unexpected kiss. He'd done it hundreds of times, and dealt more than his fair share as well, but there was reciprocating out of need, and reciprocating out of want. Selfishly, he often took advantage, enjoying kissing no matter what the situation. He'd even kissed a few frogs, and swallowed a whole lot more in the line of duty.
Was this still duty, though? Ianto was struggling with some heavy emotions, not helped by the fact the people seemed to be constantly letting him down. Jack didn't want to be one of those people. He could see that Ianto was just basically coping and not much more. He wanted to help but he'd never been very good at reaching people who didn't want help. You couldn't order someone to tell you their pain just because you were the boss. That's what friends were for, and Jack considered Ianto a friend; he just didn't know whether Ianto considered Jack to be his friend. Besides, friends felt kind of silly when Ianto was shoving his tongue down the back of Jack's throat.
Jack surprised himself by how much he was enjoying it. Ianto was fun to tease at work because he was the one guy Jack knew was safe ground. He had no interest in Jack, or so he'd thought, so there was no uncomfortable tension when Jack made his suggestive innuendo-laced jokes. Ianto took them in his stride and Jack loved their banter. Life was too short to walk on eggshells.
There was a tender desire in the way those lips continued to press against his, and Jack felt a slight pang of jealousy for all the lovers that had belonged to those lips in the past. He didn't doubt for a moment that Ianto would be a loyal and tender lover. He'd seen that loyalty time and time again, even in the brief period he'd known the man. There was nothing he wouldn't risk to protect the ones he loved which is what made Jack almost pull back from the kiss. Jack didn't need protecting.
Ianto eventually let go of his face and there wasn't the slightest embarrassment to be found on it. That bolt of fear returned as Jack knew he was stepping into unknown territory. He'd been the one to set the ground rules – that this would be a one time thing – but there was something devastating about thinking that their first kiss would also be their last.
Jack tried to distract himself from the thought by looking around at the darkened apartment, with only its single light left on over the kitchen counter to guide the way. Jack's eyes landed on the bunch of flowers on the counter, still in their cellophane wrapping. A flicker of doubt entered Jack's mind at the sight of them. 'What's with the flowers?' he blurted out, unable to stop his mouth from taking the polite, indifferent route.
A shadow passed over Ianto's face as he looked at them with guilt. 'I wanted to be wrong,' he said.
'Wrong?'
'About Mandy. I didn't want her to be the one who was responsible for all those people going missing. If she was innocent I was going to give her those. Thanks for listening to all my problems when I didn't have anyone else to talk to.'
Jack cupped his face with both hands and saw, for perhaps the first time, the true extent of all the hurt and pain he'd been going through. He'd wanted Jack to be that person and he'd failed Ianto. Spectacularly. 'You've got me,' he said before placing a tender kiss on his lips. 'You can tell me anything.'
