kollo_rpg | Summer 13 | Closed to Jack Harkness

In an odd way just the fact that Jack can read him so well banishes those last lingering doubts. It’s been a long time since heave seen each other, a long time since they’ve been intimate and Jack still knows exactly what he’s thinking and feeling without him having to say a word, even in the midst of everything he’s going through. If that isn’t enough to reassure him that they’ve still got it he doesn’t know what is.

So he places a hand gently on the side of his face, lifting it up so he can look him in the eyes and make it clear this is okay, that they’re on the same page now, that Jack isn’t the only one who suddenly finds himself wanting to reconnect physically. “Let’s go somewhere more private, shall we?”

((You know heave gotta have the drama these two! XD))

His chin lifts easily enough at the prompting, but it takes him a moment before he can lift his eyes to match, not quite sure what he'll see in Ianto's face. What he does see, though, is reassurance and affirmation and his heart swells with foolish love.

He swallows, but doesn't trust himself to speak, just nodding and managing a bit of a shaky smile as he presses one more warm, grateful kiss onto Ianto's mouth and then pulling back so he can untangle himself and work his way up to his feet.

He glances about, assessing their choices but, really, this doesn't feel like the time for a frolic in the sea or the woods. He wants somewhere they can lie comfortably and won't have to move immediately afterwards if they don't want to.

Cabins it is, then. He nods his head in the direction of the village and gives Ianto a twisted smile. "Your place or mine?"

Ianto wraps an arm around him, very much a physical and emotional support right now as he pulls him away from the beach and back towards the tiny cluster of buildings they had left behind. This was the right place for baring his soul but not for what follows.

“Yours.” It’s not that he’s avoiding Spike in the least but this is very clearly a private moment between the two of them and it needs to stay that way. Luckily the walk isn’t far and he doesn’t mind making it in relative silence. In a strange way it’s a comfortable one.

It was definitely the right place for baring his soul, and to be honest he's made in love in more exposed places too, but it's not what he wants right now. He wants comfort, and security, as will be evident (if it wasn't already) from the way he leans into Ianto's embrace as they walk, even more greedy for contact than he is normally.

"Yeah," he agrees, with a gusty sigh, and can't even bring himself to worry too much if any of his housemates are home. He hasn't seen any of them apart from Hanako for a while anyway, and while he doesn't want to freak Hanako out, she's going to have to get used to the idea of him bringing people home eventually. It's not exactly something he's ever going to stop doing altogether!

So, when they get back to the cabin, he doesn't call out to her, because he knows he still looks a state from all the crying and anyway he's not in the mood for lengthy explanations. If she's home, she'll either cope or she won't, and he'll deal with it later. Right now, all he wants is his bedroom, with Ianto in it, and the door closed and latched behind them, shutting them away, safe and contained. He pulls Ianto to him and kisses him again, urgent and wanting.

He isn’t particularly in the mood to socialize either so Ianto doesn’t protest as Jack immediately leads them to his room and pulls the door shut behind them. That kiss is met with one just as passionate, immediately different from what he felt at the beach. It felt like they were out of synch before but now those doubts are gone, replaced with confidence along with longing. He missed him, missed this. Every time Jack has left over the years he’s wondered how he could be so dependent on him and every time he returns all he can think is how on earth he managed to live without him around. His hands are firm, comforting and confident as them begin to properly move across him, relearning the shape of him after being away for so long.

It's strange but suddenly, after all the hesitating and second-guessing, they finally feel like they're both thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing, and Jack is way beyond ready at this point. He's been keeping himself detached ever since the ship blew up and he desperately needs this connection now. He half-sobs as he clutches at Ianto, feeling his body respond beneath those questing hands, his own grasping at Ianto's jacket to pull him close, and then changing tack and trying to get underneath it, wanting quite desperately to feel skin on skin.

It’s very obvious that Ianto is going to be the one taking control in this situation since Jack is so far gone emotionally. While he’s eager to get closer to him it doesn’t have that same tinge of desperation and loneliness so he works gently to begin untangling and removing clothing from them both, moving carefully around Jack’s needy hands to get him that skin they both want - and in Jack’s case, need.

If it weren't for Ianto's solid, unflappable, practical side right now, patiently helping him with their clothes, there would probably be clothing being ripped out of frustration and Ianto having to wear some of Jack's clothes to go home in. He's been holding it together for so long that now, finally behind closed doors with the one person he loves and trusts probably more than anyone else in the universe, letting it all go is threatening to become an overwhelming experience.

He does his best to keep it together enough to avoid any ripping of fabric whilst also getting his hands on Ianto's skin as much as he can, until in what feels like a remarkably short period of time they're both naked and he can pull Ianto greedily towards the bed, hands roving over newly exposed skin, exploring the remembered shape of him and the little things that have changed since they were last together.

It’s been a long time since he’s seen Jack like this. Since Marina, maybe, when he disappeared and came back, or when lanto learned he was going to die or maybe when he first slept with Spike. In any case it’s been years and it tugs at his heartstrings to see how much pain he’s clearly in.

It feels good when things are finally out of the way, when he can finally touch him properly, basking in the warmth of his skin, the smell of him, all the little details he’s missed. Of course Jack hasn’t changed but of course Ianto has. He’s older, even though it’s just by a few years but there are still noticible differences, a few hints at lines and creases that weren’t there before, nothing dramatic but surely apparent to someone whose ageless and very obvious to someone who is currently obsessed with the fact that he’s aging and neither of his partners are. It’s motivated him to stay fit and he’s perhaps in better shape than he was before but it’s still something he thinks about all the time, this invisible deadline he’s set for himself to change by before it all seems too late.

Yeah, the last few years have been blessedly free of drama, but in some ways that makes it all the harder to deal with this now. Because once again he'd let himself care, only to get kicked in the teeth by it all over again.

He only breaks off kissing Ianto long enough to pull him down onto the bed with him, and then he's diving back in, coaxing Ianto on top of him so he can feel covered by him, smothered in him, steadied by the weight of him holding him down, keeping him from flying apart. His hands trace over the lines of muscles that are better defined than he remembers, and then down to the pert, gorgeous ass he remembers so well.

Ianto let’s himself be pulled down onto the bed, picking up quickly on what Jack needs - contact, as much of it as he can get. Not that he minds. Or that he’s at all surprised Jack’s hands go right to his ass. Some things never change.

His own hands are busy at work as well, one cradling Jack’s face as he continues to kiss him while the other runs down Jack’s chest, hot against the familiar skin before continuing lower between his legs, strokiing over his thighs teasingly before beginning to work confidently at his cock.

This is the big advantage of being with someone who knows him so well, rather than a one night stand or even one of his short-term trysts. Ianto knows instinctively what he needs, understands what his tugs mean, and gives it to him, and love and gratitude rise up in him again - along with other things, when Ianto reaches down between his legs. His cock jumps at the touch, rapidly hardening from its semi-flaccid state, and he groans, arching needily into the touch, his own fingers digging reflexively into Ianto's ass.

"Ianto!" he gasps, revelling in being able to moan Ianto's name and have it heard, instead of it echoing emptily around a room void of anyone but himself. He stares up into Ianto's eyes, knowing instantly what he wants, and forces himself to release Ianto with one hand so he can reach under the pillows for the lube. "Want you inside me. Please."

They fit back in place with such familiarity. It’s a relief and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Despite all the emotions and drama that always seem to fill their relationship at the end of the day they simply work together. They always have.

He grunts approvingly as those fingers clench at his ass, hips twitching reflexively and causing him to grind against Jack’s thigh. The fact that there’s lube so close at hand doesn’t make him bat an eye but that request does, if only for a moment. He and Jack were always more flexible in their roles in the bedroom whereas Spike likes be on top almost exclusively. They do occasionally change things around but lately he’s gotten quite used to being on the bottom, which they all know is more of his thing anyway. Not that he’s about to say no. In fact the only answer he gives is a smile between kisses as he takes the bottle from Jack to squirt some of the lube messily on his fingers before dipping them back between his legs to get to work properly.

That moment of hesitation tells him a lot more than Ianto probably realises about the fact that he obviously still mostly bottoms for Spike and nothing's changed there, and there's a flicker of a grin as he hands over the lube. He's sure that, whatever hasn't changed in Ianto's relationship with Spike, Ianto still knows his way intimately round an ass with lube and that he has nothing to worry about there.

He brings his knees up a bit to give Ianto room and the right angle to work, and then wraps his arms around him again, groaning into his mouth as those achingly familiar fingers begin to work their way inside him.

It's... been a while since he's felt a man's fingers inside him, and he's really glad it's Ianto who gets to renew that experience for him.

They had a conversation once, years ago when this all started with spike about what different people bring to relationships and it rings very true to him right now. He does different things with the two of them, and honestly he likes it that way. They’ve found their rhythm over time, or they can relearn it easily enough. He certainly knows how to find that percent angle and spot that Jack loves, the one that gets those achingly delicious noises from him and makes him squirm like that.

He takes his time, still kissing him enough to make him lightheaded and short of breath when he finally asks, “Ready for me?”

Ianto's come a hell of a long way since Jack first met him, from the introduction to gay sex, all the way through to finally understanding how Jack can want more than one person for the different things they give him. Of course, Jack is the kind of person who always wants more, wants to have his cake and eat it, while Ianto seems to be satisfied with what he's got, but they understand each other so much more fully now than they ever did before Spike came along.

Not that Jack has room for any such deep thoughts in his head right now, not with Ianto's fingers filling him up so thoroughly, making him hot and squirmy, and Ianto's mouth stealing his breath, and Ianto's body hard and heavy over his own. He has no room for anything but right here, right now, which is absolutely perfect, and he's smiling as he gasps needily, "Oh fuck, yeah! Please, Ianto. Want you inside me, filling me up so full..."

Ianto has always loved the way Jack talks during moments like these, so dirty and direct as to exactly what he wants. And who is he to say no? He smiles against the curve of his mouth, giving him a final, lingering kiss before pulling away and positioning himself to replace those fingers with his cock and slowly press inside him.

The tight heat feels phenomenal, drawing a low, needy groan from him as he wraps an arm around Jack, pulling him close for more of that skin to skin contact.

Dirty talk has always been his thing, and the fact that Ianto loves it too is definitely an added bonus. Of course, to be fair, he doesn't exactly have much of a filter, so at moments like this what Ianto gets is just exactly what he wants.

And what he wants is exactly what he's getting, as Ianto pulls away and then presses steadily into him, hot and solid and wonderful, making him feel achingly, breathlessly full. He pants and squirms, holding onto Ianto for dear life as he adjusts to the feel of him again after so long, chest flush against Ianto's when Ianto pulls him close, feeling the thud of Ianto's heart in his chest mirroring his own. "Oh fuck," he breathes tremulously, fingernails digging into Ianto's back as he strives to process it all.

Those are things he always forgets he misses - flushed, hot skin, the pounding of a heartbeat against his, the way Jack gasps for air as he beings to move. They’re all missing with Spike and they hit him with a sudden unexpected wave of intensity, one that makes him begin to lose control for the first time in all of this. He isn’t thinking about their relationship or taking care of Jack or where they go from here anymore. It abruptly becomes all about how good this feels, slamming the breath from his chest in an unexpected rush and leaving him flushed and hot and unbelievably turned on. He’s not taking it slow anymore, instead slamming into him with each thrust, relishing the way those nails dig into his back or how he can feel Jack’s pulse thundering through him where they’re pressed together.

Jack's not quite sure what it is that causes that sudden heat to rush through Ianto, but he's certainly not opposed to the results, feeling him come apart through every single point of connection between their bodies. And he's really not opposed to the way Ianto starts to slam into him like that, making the already overwhelming experience of getting fucked again by Ianto even more overwhelming. Overwhelming is exactly what he wants right now. He shudders and writhes and gasps under the force of those thrusts, clinging on for dear life, taking everything Ianto has to go give, lost and drowning in both physical pleasure and the churning emotions of being back with Ianto after everything that's happened.

Jack’s response just turns him on more, leaving him overwhelmed and gasping for breath. One arm remains wrapped around Jack while the other braces against the headboard for better leverage. He takes full advantage of it, continuing to pound into him as he urges him towards release.

A part of him really wants this to go on forever and never end, but that's not going to happen, not with Ianto fucking him like there's no tomorrow. There's no way he can hold out against that onslaught of sensation and, far too soon, he can feel his climax start to pool deep within. He clings on as Ianto continues to plough into him, nowhere to hide, no way to hold back, and it's utterly perfect. He sobs and pants and cries out as the pleasure floods through him, whole body taut with it as he pulses out his release.

He doesn’t lose control like this often, not in this way but there’s a lot going on in this moment for both of them. Feeling Jack’s body clench and tighten around him is so familiar and yet he still feels like he’s rediscovering it. More than anything it’s the panting for air that does it for him, and after a few more of those desperate thrusts on his part he’s there as well, coming hard inside him with a choked gasp before slumping against him, head buried against the crook of his neck and the pounding of his pulse.

This certainly goes way beyond intense, what with everything he's been through and the reconnecting with each other after so long apart, and even after they've both come and Ianto has collapsed gloriously on top of him, breath seems particularly hard to come by. They're both panting hard, hearts beating frantically against each other, and it couldn't be better. He lies there, just breathing, enjoying the feel of Ianto's body heavy over his own, fingers slowly unclenching from Ianto's shoulders and starting to smooth instead over the hot, sweaty skin of his back.

"Wow," he croaks, and lets out a little laugh at how wrecked he sounds.

Ianto has no plans to move anytime soon. Right now this is just as important as what they just did. Certainly he’s aware of all the things he forgets he misses with Spike - the heat, the heartbeat, his breath, so many other little details - by part of it is just the need to take in all those things that make Jack who he is, the smell and shape of him and the way he feels. He had convinced himself he didn’t miss it, more or less. It wasn’t true.

“Don’t stay away so long next time,” He murmurs, head still buried in his shoulder.

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