m_findlow

Title: Two minds, one heart, three children
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M (naughty adult stuff)
Length: 750 words
Content notes: Contains m-preg.
Author notes: Written for enchanted_jae's JMDC Challenge 174 - baby, ball, blanket, brace, breath.
Summary: Ianto is caught in two minds at being caught alone with Jack.

The look in Jack's eyes made Ianto go weak at the knees. He knew that look. It was Jack's "I want to ravish you" look. Jack leaned forward to kiss him and Ianto made sure to lean forward as well. Locking lips wasn't as straightforward as it had once been, but Jack's hands on his belly reassured him that Jack knew exactly where his dimensions began and ended, and that he wasn't about to let a little bit of belly get in the way of what he wanted.

Ianto gave into the kiss. It wasn't a hard ask, and he soon found that he wasn't satisfied with just a few tender kisses, already reaching out to slip Jack's braces off his shoulders.

Jack chose that moment to break away, his eyes drifting hungrily down Ianto's torso. Ianto found his breath hitching in his throat as his fingers temporarily forgot what they'd been doing. How did Jack do that, make him feel all sexy when he was the size of a beach ball? There'd been plenty of times he'd accidentally caught his reflection around the hub, having avoided their mirror at home for the very same reason. There were times when he was deliriously happy about being pregnant with their children, but there were other times when all he saw was a fat, ugly bloke who, even in a loose hoodie, shouldn't be caught dead anywhere in public. What must people think when they saw him? Down the pub every other night, no doubt, judging by the beer belly he was sporting. Maybe the occasional person might assume it was some kind of medical condition, a crazy inoperable tumor the size of a basketball. He didn't verbalise any of those thoughts. Jack would only scold him and tell him he was gorgeous, even if he didn't always feel it. He loved it that Jack loved him no matter how he looked.

'Are you going to finish that?' Jack asked. 'Or do I have to strip the rest of the way for you?'

Ianto realised his hands were still frozen halfway with Jack's braces clutched in them. He made up for it by tugging them sharply the rest of the way off and practically tearing at the buttons on his shirt, not bothering to apologise when his stomach jostled Jack around. He could hear Jack chuckling into the kiss. 'I love how horny you get.'

Ianto's face flushed. Unfortunately Jack had hit the proverbial nail on the head. Their babies were bound to be appalled at the kind of behaviour they got up to underneath their blankets, or on top of them, or in a room that had no bed at all. Pretty much anywhere would do. His hormones had him raring to go at a frequency that could rival even Jack's usually insatiable sexual appetite. He only hoped that like himself, they remembered nothing before the age of three. That left him seven weeks and three years in which he and Jack could still shag like rabbits before their children would notice. Assuming they had any time for that.

They shouldn't even be doing this now. If anyone asked, Jack had been the one who asked him down here to inspect the disused storage room on sub-level six. They had a million other things to do. Anything of a personal nature was supposed to be off the cards until they worked through their backlog of Torchwood business. Which might not be a bad thing. Shagging like rabbits is what had gotten them in this mess in the first place. With the amount of sex they had, it was a wonder they didn't have a hundred offspring by now.

Whilst Ianto had been ruminating, he'd hardly noticed that Jack had removed his t-shirt and hoodie, leaving his swollen torso bare as Jack drank in the sight of it. 'Gorgeous,' he murmured, taking it in his hands and kissing it. The touch of Jack's lips on it went all the way through him, finally settling somewhere below its rotund shape. He didn't have to be able to see it to know what was happening.

He pushed Jack back against a large pile of discarded canvas coverings. He knew what he wanted and for now, any disparaging thoughts from his unborn children would have to take a back seat. At least while he was pregnant, more sex couldn't make things any worse. He grinned. If anything, right now it could only make things better.