kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

He's well aware that Ianto's not worrying about anything right now, and normally he wouldn't be either (Ianto's the one who normally wants to clean up while he just wants to enjoy basking), but this was a lot more than normal sex and he's feeling very responsible right at the moment. Still enjoying Ianto's draping and nuzzling -very much so - but also aware that Ianto is still very high and it's up to him to look after him.

Ianto's ~~order~~ request sends a bolt of lust through him that's unexpected in its intensity and he has to take a moment to swallow and try to calm himself. "Fuck, Ianto, do you know what you do to me when you say things like that? Especially after I stayed away from you for so long." He shakes his head, cradling Ianto's head, combing his fingers through sweaty hair. "I don't feel like I deserve this, yet."

It’s the second time in as many encounters he’s gotten carried away with Jack and when he’s in his right mind he’ll find himself analyzing that and wondering if it’s a good thing. In a way it will make him nervous, how intense things get between them this quickly how fast he falls under Jack’s spell again. It’s a little frightening even as much as he loves and trusts him. Right now he’s too busy enjoying the sound of his pulse and the beat of his heart. He doesn’t get those things with Spike.

And of course he knows what those words do to him even if he isn’t at his most subtle right now. They’re things he wants anyway but it feels good hearing Jack say how much he wants him. Maybe he isn’t the only one in over his head here. He just makes a pleased sound and nibbles at Jack’s earlob, not quite in a place for actual conversation or planning. If they’re going to move it might be better to do in now while he’s still giddy on adrenaline rather than once it wears off and the real discomfort sets in.

It's definitely something they ought to talk about, along with what their relationship actually means to them and whether that's the same for each of them. In fact Jack, whose head is currently a lot clearer than Ianto's, is already making a mental note to bring it up later, although whether he'll remember or not - or find the right opportunity - is another matter.

And yes, he's rapidly coming to the conclusion that moving now rather than flopping out and resting first would be a good idea. He laughs, stroking Ianto's hair some more, and then glances round to see where Ianto's clothes got to.

"All right, let's go back. I'm sorry, it's not going to be very comfortable for you, though, neither putting your clothes back on nor sitting in the boat!"

Discussions - even important ones - are best left for another time. Ianto let’s put a delirious little laugh at Jack’s words, too high on the aftermath to care about any discomfort. Jack’s clearly going to have to take charge here although he does manage to grab his sand covered shirt and start pulling it clumsily on. The pain is there, but distant still, the sort of thing that will set in soon but for now is locked away behind a hazy cloud of good feelings.

“Let’s not do this again - the boat, I mean.” Not the rest of it. That very much needs to happen again.

Yeah, definitely no important conversations happening right now. Instead, he's going to enjoy the hell out of Ianto being cute and giggly - and make the most of it to get him home before the endorphins wear off too much.

He lends Ianto a hand with his shirt whenever he gets stuck and in the meantime does up his trousers and then finds Ianto's jeans. "Yeah, definitely not doing both the boat and this in the same date again, at least!" he agrees, offering Ianto a hand to help him to his feet. "Lean against the cliff to get these on?" he suggests, since he's sure Ianto won't want to sit down to do it.

Ianto climbs stiffly to his feet, wincing as he takes Jack’s advice to use the cliff as a support while getting the rest of his clothes on. He doesn’t bother with his shoes since the walk fron the dock to Jack’s cabin isn’t far. After a bit of fumbling and quite a bit more help from Jack he finally gets his jeans on and done up.

“Help me to the boat, will you?” He’s as ready as he’s ever going to be for this.

He watches with a lot of sympathy as Ianto struggles into his jeans, helping wherever he can but knowing they've still got to be really uncomfortable.

"Hang on there for a moment," he says, leaving Ianto to the cliff and splashing into the water to drag the boat as far up the beach as he can, so Ianto will have less water to wade through. Then he goes back to Ianto and pulls Ianto's arm round his shoulders. "Okay, come on, then." And he manoeuvres Ianto somehow into the boat. It's not neat or graceful or even particularly dry, but it does get him in. He tosses Ianto's shoes in too and then clambers in himself, pushes off from shore and gets rowing.

Fast, to try and get back to the dock before Ianto starts really feeling it.

It’s not as bad as it could be; he’s got a bit of a tolerance for this sort of thing at this point and if he didn’t enjoy the way he’s left feeling afterwards he wouldn’t be doing this. For now he’s content to get as comfortable as he can and enjoy the swaying of the boat and watching Jack row it.

“I’m fine, Jack. You don’t need to worry so much.” True enough in this moment although maybe not so much in a bit.

He quirks an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, yeah, tell me that again in half an hour," he says ironically, because he's been there a darned sight more times than Ianto has, but he lets it go, just gets them to shore, ties up the boat and helps Ianto out onto the quay. Then finally grabs the picnic basket, because there's still a lot of perfectly good food there, and his coat and offers Ianto his arm with a smile.

"Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable!"

The boat ride is just long enough for some real stiffness to set in and Ianto lets out a soft grunt as he accepts Jack’s hand and climbs onto the dock with wobbly legs. He’s starting to desperately want to be off his feet but he’s nothing if not stubborn so he grits his teeth resolutely and leans heavily on Jack’s arm as they start the walk towards his cabin - which seems much longer now than it was this morning.

“Promise?” He could go for some pampering just about now.

"Promise," he says, keeping his arm very supportive because as he'd suspected Ianto is a lot less steady than he apparently thought he'd be.

"I have a very comfortable bed, we have food and drink, and we don't need to go anywhere for the rest of the day. We could even get you in the bath if you want, once you've rested a bit - depending on whether anyone else is home. The bathroom is a bit of a trek from my room!"

He got used to sharing a bathroom on Saavi and Taiana's ship - it wasn't big enough to merit en-suites for every cabin - but that had been a bit different since they'd all been sleeping with each other and used to seeing each other nude or barely dressed. He's had to make quite an adjustment living here, remembering to put clothes on to slip out to the bathroom!

“I’m covered in sand,” He points out a little plaintively. This is Ianto here after all, the idea of making a mess, even in someone else’s cabin and in this state, horrified him. He almost suggests turning towards Granite Cabin instead since he and Spike have been taking full advantage of their lack of roommates but decides against it. It doesn’t feel like the right time for the three of them just yet, so he lets Jack steer him to final distance to his own home here on the island.

"Good point," he agrees, realising that this is Ianto here and being covered in sand is probably bothering him rather a lot. "Actually, I'm pretty sandy myself, and my hair needs washing after having got dunked in the sea."

Not letting that one go for a while, even if it really didn't bother him that much.

He lets them into Moose Cabin and hangs his coat up at the door. "All right, bath first, then. Or would a shower upstairs be easier?"

“Shower.” He decides after a moment of thought. He isn’t looking forward to the stairs or to standing in it but he feels like once he’s in a tub he won’t be able to make himself get back up. He’d rather do this as quickly as possible and get in bed as soon as he can. So, with a small grimace that he stubbornly fights back, he lets Jack steer him towards the stairs and start up them.

"Okay." That makes sense, he agrees, although they've only gone up a couple of steps before he realises that he really hasn't got enough hands to help Ianto with this along with everything else he's carrying. Easy solution, though. "Hold on," he says, and darts up the stairs with their shoes and the picnic basket and dumps them in his room, then comes back down for Ianto, smiling and offering him both hands this time.

"Come on then," he says and helps him up the stairs as fast as he can, before he seizes up completely, and then into the upstairs bathroom. "Right, hold onto the basin and let me get those clothes off you."

((OOC: And let's pretend we both remembered they weren't wearing their shoes/boots and were carrying them too!))

Ianto grips the banister of the stairs tightly as Jack scampers off, breathing a private sigh of relief as he returns to help him up the stairs. The trip up them is difficult to say the least but he manages it, face set in that stubborn expression of his as slowly stumbles up.

He helps tug his clothes off clumsily with Jack’s assistance, fingers clenched tightly on the sink for balance. He’s hurting now, there’s no denying it but they both know how stubborn he can be, and right now he’s using all of that to keep from admitting it. “Thanks.”

They're both pretty damn stubborn, so Jack knows exactly what Ianto's going through right now. And helps him drag his jeans off again, whistling softly at the sight of the bruises on his ass. They've developed nicely in the last half hour or so.

"Oh, you look amazing," he smiles, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before heading off to get the water running and warming up. He strips off his own clothes while he waits. And then remembers this is a shared bathroom which they've have to clear up when they leave it, and gets all their clothes into a big pile that'll be easy to take with them.

"All right, water's ready, let's get clean!"

“If I look good it’s thanks to you,” He grits out, using Jack for support as he climbs gingerly into the shower. He’ll appreciate the bruises once they’re in bed, right now his focus is on getting as reasonably clean as he can as quickly as possible and then getting out and into said bed. He just wants to rinse the sand off for now - anything more can wait as far as he’s concerned.

"Couldn't have done it without you!" he points out with a grin, getting into the shower behind him but resolving to keep his hands off him as far as possible because he seriously doubts Ianto will last long enough for shower sex.

"Okay, quick clean up and then off to bed for the rest of the day," he smiles, handing Ianto the sponge to get himself clean while he gets his head under the water to wash the sand out of his hair.

Ianto’s fingers fumble awkwardly with the sponge and he can only make a halfhearted attempt at best at cleaning himself. He’s starting to crash now, hard and fast after holding out this long and he knows Jack will be able to feel how hard he’s trampling. His knees feel like jelly and are shaking to the point where he worries about losing his balance and he has to lean heavily against Jack just to stay on his feet.

“What was that you were saying about bed?” He manages, giving up on the sponge and letting the running water do what it can on it’s own to rinse him off.

Okay, less time available than he thought. "All right, sweetheart, stay strong for me for just one more minute," he croons, his arm coming around Ianto automatically, firm and supportive. He takes a second to slick his wet hair back so it doesn't drip down his face and then takes the sponge from Ianto and does a quick once-over of the parts that got sticky with come and lube and therefore have sand sticking to them.

Then he presses a wet kiss against Ianto's temple, shuts off the water and guides him out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it comfortingly around him. "Hold on for me for a moment," he murmurs, grabbing another towel for himself and disappearing under it for half a minute while he gets the worst of the water out of his hair. Then he wraps it round his waist and holds out his arms for Ianto. "Come on, then, let's get you to bed."

Ianto is more or less at the end of what he can do here beyond make a mental note to do this in a place where he can actually enjoy the aftermath next time. Normally he likes the ache this leaves in him, the process of coming down afterwards with Jack there to guide him through it but they timed it wrong this time around. He just wants to get into bed and stop moving, and he’s more or less moving in a daze as Jack finishes getting them cleaned up and out of the shower. He’s thankful for those arms to lean on because there’s no way he’s getting to bed otherwise.

That's the problem with being spontaneous, unfortunately, and getting carried away! Luckily, Jack's had a lot of experience at making do in such circumstances so he's able to cope fairly well. He gets his arms around Ianto, taking a fair bit of his weight and doing all the steering, and gets him into the bedroom.

"Hold onto the dresser for a moment," he instructs gently, making sure he's steady before letting him go so he can strip the covers back, because if Ianto's crashing he's going to want the warmth of the duvet. Then he comes back to Ianto and with a smile guides him up onto the bed, relieved for once that this bed is not quite as high as he might have chosen for himself - i.e. a bit low for bending over, but much easier for helping a crashing sub crawl onto.

He gets Ianto settled and tucked in, with the towel still around him to catch the worst of the water and then duvet over the top for comfort and warmth, and lands a kiss on his hair. "Stay there just one minute while I go and grab our clothes, and then we will cuddle for as long as you need," he promises, and disappears out the door.

Yeah, they’re going to have to talk about setting some boundaries once he has his wits about him. For now though he’s more focused just on letting Jack steer him to the bed which he collapses on gratefully, not caring what Jaxk’s doing or where he’s going just as long as he’s off his feet.

As much as he may have enjoyed the activity itself he feels as though they’ve very much skipped over the aftermath of it. He’s not even sure what he wants now but he knows they need to talk about things. He feels so strung out and emotionally exhausted that he can’t even look forward to the cuddling part of it all.

He comes back in with his arms full of clothes, which he basically just dumps on the floor before heading for the bed, snagging the picnic basket on the way and bringing it with him. He fishes out a bottle of water and a small bar of chocolate, then dumps the basket too and wriggles into bed beside Ianto.

"Hey," he says gently, not liking the way Ianto's looking. "Can you drink some of this for me? And then eat a bit of chocolate?"

Summer 20 | Action | Closed to Ianto

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