Torchwood: Fanfic: Repeat bad behaviour
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m_findlowTitle: Repeat bad behaviour
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 767 words
Content notes: Contains M-preg.
Author notes: Written for samuraiter s prompt "Any, any, "Forty-six weeks?! That's a long time!" ... "Four to six weeks, hon." at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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samuraiter s prompt "Any, any, "Forty-six weeks?! That's a long time!" ... "Four to six weeks, hon." at fic_promptlySummary: Jack has once again come bearing bad news.
Ianto heaved the sigh of what had to be the world's most long-suffering boyfriend. ‘Pregnant again?’ he said, repeating the news Jack had just told him. At least he didn’t look pregnant yet. It was always harder to grapple with the idea when Jack suddenly turned up sporting some huge protruding belly to break the news than it was when he just looked his normal self.
Ianto wondered when he’d gotten semi-used to the idea at all. Men getting pregnant just shouldn't be a thing. Not in this century on this planet, but then again, Jack was neither from this century, nor this planet, and the rift was good at spitting up technology and aliens that played a significant contributing factor to it all. Thank God at least he'd managed to dodge that particular bullet. He’d leave the getting impregnated by aliens and alien technology to Jack and Gwen, thank you very much. Being in a sexual relationship with an immortal man from the future was about as far outside of his natural comfort zone as he was prepared to step. He’d live with Jack labelling him a narrow minded twenty first century Earthling.
‘I sort of volunteered for it this time,’ Jack confessed. That was a brave statement to make, Ianto thought. Forgiveness was often far more forthcoming when these things happened by accident or by complete surprise. When Jack offered himself up as a vessel, Ianto had mixed feelings about the situation. What did it say about their relationship that his boyfriend was willing to carry someone else’s child, children, eggs, spawn or other? Especially if the process of getting to that stage wasn’t just a case of being zapped, injected or artificially modified. Surrogacy needed to happen without intimacy as far as Ianto was concerned, and it definitely shouldn’t involve any pleasure on Jack's part.
Ianto rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. What else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could undo what Jack had done. It’d just be nice if occasionally they talked about these things before Jack went off and did them. ‘Saving a dying species again?’ he asked.
‘Something like that,’ Jack replied with a shrug. There’d be time for specifics later once Ianto had decided to forgive Jack his folly. ‘Everything’s been arranged to have them surgically removed when the time comes.’ Everything had been arranged; well, except for the part where Jack told his lover. ‘No risk of breaking waters and gut wrenching contractions in the middle of our date night.’ Ianto ignored the teasing reference to their last shared surrogacy, including the very loud and very embarrassing scene Jack had created at the cinema. Try explaining to a few spotty-faced teenagers that it was a stomach tumour and he only had a few months to live. Jack patted his stomach. ‘Little concerned about stretch marks, though,’ he said. ‘Gonna be pretty big before I'm ready to pop.’
Great. That would put Jack out of action, meaning Ianto would need to lead the team whilst Jack was on enforced light duties, or bedridden and too big to so much as waddle about the hub, complaining of sore backs and aching feet. ‘And how long until that happens?’ Ianto asked, dreading the answer.
‘Forty six weeks.’
‘Forty six weeks?!’ Ianto cried, feeling his legs go to jelly underneath him at the idea of months of Jack carrying around an enormous belly full of god alone knew what. ‘That's a long time!’
Jack grabbed him by the shoulders before he could start hyperventilating. ‘Calm down. Four to six weeks, hon. I’ll be back in action in no time at all.’
‘Oh.’ Ianto felt a weight equivalent to a semi trailer lifted from him as having misheard.
Jack smiled and rubbed his arms reassuringly. ‘Did you really think I'd take on something that big without speaking to you?’
‘Wouldn't be the first time,’ Ianto replied. Jack was an “act first, ask forgiveness later” kind of guy.
Jack leaned forward and kissed his forehead. ‘You know you’re still my number one. And this doesn’t have to put a dent in our love life.’ Not that it usually did. Jack often became double amorous and needy when he had the influx of pregnancy hormones raging through him. Weird pregnant sex had somehow become just another part of their lives.’ Maybe one day it won't just be a baby for someone else,’ Jack added.
Ianto pushed him away, wishing Jack didn’t sound so enthusiastic about the proposal. ‘If you think I’m getting you up the duff, Jack Harkness, you've got another thing coming.’
Ianto heaved the sigh of what had to be the world's most long-suffering boyfriend. ‘Pregnant again?’ he said, repeating the news Jack had just told him. At least he didn’t look pregnant yet. It was always harder to grapple with the idea when Jack suddenly turned up sporting some huge protruding belly to break the news than it was when he just looked his normal self.
Ianto wondered when he’d gotten semi-used to the idea at all. Men getting pregnant just shouldn't be a thing. Not in this century on this planet, but then again, Jack was neither from this century, nor this planet, and the rift was good at spitting up technology and aliens that played a significant contributing factor to it all. Thank God at least he'd managed to dodge that particular bullet. He’d leave the getting impregnated by aliens and alien technology to Jack and Gwen, thank you very much. Being in a sexual relationship with an immortal man from the future was about as far outside of his natural comfort zone as he was prepared to step. He’d live with Jack labelling him a narrow minded twenty first century Earthling.
‘I sort of volunteered for it this time,’ Jack confessed. That was a brave statement to make, Ianto thought. Forgiveness was often far more forthcoming when these things happened by accident or by complete surprise. When Jack offered himself up as a vessel, Ianto had mixed feelings about the situation. What did it say about their relationship that his boyfriend was willing to carry someone else’s child, children, eggs, spawn or other? Especially if the process of getting to that stage wasn’t just a case of being zapped, injected or artificially modified. Surrogacy needed to happen without intimacy as far as Ianto was concerned, and it definitely shouldn’t involve any pleasure on Jack's part.
Ianto rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. What else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could undo what Jack had done. It’d just be nice if occasionally they talked about these things before Jack went off and did them. ‘Saving a dying species again?’ he asked.
‘Something like that,’ Jack replied with a shrug. There’d be time for specifics later once Ianto had decided to forgive Jack his folly. ‘Everything’s been arranged to have them surgically removed when the time comes.’ Everything had been arranged; well, except for the part where Jack told his lover. ‘No risk of breaking waters and gut wrenching contractions in the middle of our date night.’ Ianto ignored the teasing reference to their last shared surrogacy, including the very loud and very embarrassing scene Jack had created at the cinema. Try explaining to a few spotty-faced teenagers that it was a stomach tumour and he only had a few months to live. Jack patted his stomach. ‘Little concerned about stretch marks, though,’ he said. ‘Gonna be pretty big before I'm ready to pop.’
Great. That would put Jack out of action, meaning Ianto would need to lead the team whilst Jack was on enforced light duties, or bedridden and too big to so much as waddle about the hub, complaining of sore backs and aching feet. ‘And how long until that happens?’ Ianto asked, dreading the answer.
‘Forty six weeks.’
‘Forty six weeks?!’ Ianto cried, feeling his legs go to jelly underneath him at the idea of months of Jack carrying around an enormous belly full of god alone knew what. ‘That's a long time!’
Jack grabbed him by the shoulders before he could start hyperventilating. ‘Calm down. Four to six weeks, hon. I’ll be back in action in no time at all.’
‘Oh.’ Ianto felt a weight equivalent to a semi trailer lifted from him as having misheard.
Jack smiled and rubbed his arms reassuringly. ‘Did you really think I'd take on something that big without speaking to you?’
‘Wouldn't be the first time,’ Ianto replied. Jack was an “act first, ask forgiveness later” kind of guy.
Jack leaned forward and kissed his forehead. ‘You know you’re still my number one. And this doesn’t have to put a dent in our love life.’ Not that it usually did. Jack often became double amorous and needy when he had the influx of pregnancy hormones raging through him. Weird pregnant sex had somehow become just another part of their lives.’ Maybe one day it won't just be a baby for someone else,’ Jack added.
Ianto pushed him away, wishing Jack didn’t sound so enthusiastic about the proposal. ‘If you think I’m getting you up the duff, Jack Harkness, you've got another thing coming.’
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Date: 2024-04-30 09:35 pm (UTC)