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Ianto Jones (notjustateaboy) wrote in prideviewapts,
@ 2009-02-06 23:21:00

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captain jack harkness, ianto jones

WHO: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness.
WHERE: Their flat.
WHEN: After this.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.

To be honest, Ianto wasn't entirely sure how he felt about Jack being back, happiness and relief warring with disbelief and the fear that he'd wake up and find this was just a dream. He had missed his lover, of course, but it had been months, and a tiny part of him had worried that Jack wouldn't be coming back. It wasn't so much that he had doubted Jack's willingness to return, quite the opposite. What he had questioned was his ability to do so. He had no idea what the girl had asked of him, and it could have been something too dangerous for him to make it out unscathed. He knew what had happened the last time Jack had helped a friend, trapped for a year that no longer existed at the hands of a madman. He glanced down at the faint scars on his arm and flinched almost imperceptibly at the memories of what had happened a year ago. But that was beside the point, and dwelling on that would do no good. He was glad to have Jack home again and didn't need dark thoughts dampening his mood.

He closed up his laptop and moved to the kitchen, going through the steps of making coffee. He couldn't imagine Jack would have had any decent coffee while he was away, and he couldn't imagine the withdrawals. Better to deal with that first. He made his own cup, adding a dash of cream and a sugar, letting it brew a bit longer for Jack. The immortal liked his coffee black, and strong enough to jump start the SUV. When it was done, he added a sugar. If he had timed it right...he heard the door to the flat open and smiled to himself.

"In the kitchen, sir."

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jharkness
2009-02-06 10:59 pm UTC (link)

If it hadn't been for the man waiting for him just behind that door, Jack may have stayed in Cardiff indefinitely. He liked it there, liked the familiarity of things and the people. Hell, even the rift was 'normal' there. But Jack knew he couldn't stay away, not when he had Ianto waiting for him. And if there was something he had promised his lover, it was that he would always come back. No matter what, he would return.

Jack rested his head against the door, breathing in the now-normal smells of the city. It was still too new for his tastes, but it was better than other alternatives. He could have been elsewhere in the States. Without Ianto.

Wiping the smile from his face, Jack entered the flat and was hit wit -- oh yes. Oh how he had missed this scent. So, maybe there were two things he returned for. Ianto and coffee. Jack poked his head around the corner and stepped into the kitchen. "A welcome home present?" he asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-07 12:49 am UTC (link)

He couldn't help smiling softly to himself at the sound of Jack's voice, glad his back was to the other man so that he could keep his reaction to himself. He had, of course, talked to Jack on the telephone while he'd been away, but it was different having him so close. God, he'd missed this. He felt a sort of weight lift, knowing that Jack was really back.

"I should have known you really only came back for my coffee," he teased as he turned to face Jack, rolling his eyes and picking up the mug with Jack's coffee off the counter. "Just how you like it. Black, one sugar, and strong enough to stand on." He remembered things like that.

It was almost overwhelming, being so close to Jack again after so long apart. It was wreaking havoc on his senses. He could smell the 'fifty-first century pheromones' in the air, and Jack's smile was making his stomach do flips. Deciding that coffee could wait, he set it aside and stepped forward to kiss his lover. It really had been too long not to give him a proper greeting.

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jharkness
2009-02-07 01:00 am UTC (link)

The telephone was truly a wonderful invention. Had it not been for the ease of communications, Jack knew Ianto would have been miserable. Not to mention how he would have felt as well. It was still strange to be in a relationship with one person. Yes, Jack still flirted with everything that moved. He always would and that was one part of his brain he could never turn off -- but at the end of the day, it was Ianto he came home to.

Even at the end of the world, at the end of a year that never was, he still came home to one man. And seeing him standing there, coffee in hand? It felt as if no time had passed, no matter how his body claimed otherwise.

"It's an easy order, though," Jack said with a chuckle. "Though I may have to double check the strength to see if that's just right."

Jack, however, had no intention of testing anything coffee related. Not when Ianto was crossing the room. He never stopped to remove his coat, just wrapped his arms around the form he knew so well. Jack sealed his lips over Ianto's, holding his lover close until the need to breathe won over all else. "That's what I call a welcome home present," Jack murmured, resting his forehead against Ianto's.

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-07 01:50 am UTC (link)

It was true that he would have been miserable without their phone calls, but Ianto had already been fairly miserable without Jack around. It had been five months after all. Far longer than he'd expected Jack to be gone. But he knew that it had been necessary...even if he really wasn't happy about it. At least the girl had gone on her own way and wasn't likely to ask any more favours of Jack.

"Are you doubting my coffee, sir?" he asked with a teasing smile. "That's a rather grave offence." It felt nice, almost as if no time had passed. It was just so easy to fall back into their normal roles. It wasn't even something that required conscious thought.

Ianto flushed slightly as Jack spoke, slightly dizzy from the kiss. He had almost forgotten how overwhelming it could be to kiss Jack. And that was just a damned shame. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sir," he said with a smile, slipping Jack's coat from his shoulders, breaking as little contact as possible, planning to put it on the coat rack...as soon as he got up the initiative to step away from Jack.

"The coffee will get cold," he said softly, not really caring. He could make more later. Still, Jack probably could use some. "No doubt you've been going through withdrawals." He'd seen Jack in the midst of caffeine withdrawal once. It hadn't been pretty.

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jharkness
2009-02-07 02:11 am UTC (link)

No matter how suave Jack tried to be (as suave was his middle name. Really. It was.), there were some things he couldn't hide and one of them was how much he had missed Ianto. He had repaid his debts to her and had made it very clear that he wasn't going to be leaving New York for quite some time. And the only way he would be leaving is if he took a certain person with him.

"And yet he still calls me 'sir' after all this time," Jack said with a chuckle. He would always comment on Ianto's use of the title. No matter how much he secretly loved it, he would always make mention of it. "I do question his ability to remember just how strong. I'll send it back if it doesn't clean a bit of the grime off my boots." There was, however, a smile planted firmly on his face. The old roles they so easily stepped into.

Ducking down ever so slightly, he shrugged the coat off and into Ianto's waiting hands. Even if he had no designs on being away from Ianto for a good long while. Jack was glad to be home, and glad to see things hadn't changed. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder, though it was hard for Jack to imagine being any fonder of Ianto now than when he left.

"Then you can make more later," Jack said, plucking the greatcoat from Ianto's hands. He stepped away long enough to return it to the coat rack, then quickly retraced his path back to the kitchen, retaking Ianto into his arms. "After five months, I think the withdrawl symptoms have finally stopped. Though, no one was around to keep me away from my gun this time." Scared the hell out of more than a few people too. "To be quite frank about it, I'd rather take care of a different withdrawl first."

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-07 03:10 am UTC (link)

Ianto's middle name was not suave (it was Dafydd), but he had at least tried to maintain some amount of decorum. That wasn't to say he had done an especially good job of it. But he could hardly be blamed. If the girl hadn't been a good friend to him, he might have given her a good talking to about sending Jack away for so long. It had been nearly unbearable.

"Just showing the proper respect and deference to my captain, sir," he assured Jack with a small smile. "And I would remind you not to insult my cast aspersions at my coffee. Has your coffee ever been anything other than what you wanted?" He raised an eyebrow and gave Jack a serious look. But the stern expression belied his mood, and he'd chosen his words carefully, knowing Jack's fondness for his vowels.

He was mildly disappointed that he didn't get the chance to hang up Jack's coat, missing the ritual, but it hardly mattered. The feel of the wool in his hands had been familiar and soothing and Jack's presence and proximity more than made up for the minor disappointment. And in any case, it was a silly thing to be bothered by.

"I hate to let it go to waste." But it was just a token protest. He didn't want to break away from Jack any more than his lover did. He looked concerned for a moment. "Please tell me you didn't shoot anyone, Jack," he said, hoping that wasn't the case." He shook his head with a smile. "Well, Jack," he said, "as long as we're being frank, I really did miss you terribly...and...I can certainly empathise when it comes to...withdrawal." He gave him another stern look. "And if you ever leave for that long again...I may just have to hunt you down and drag you back."

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jharkness
2009-02-07 03:22 am UTC (link)

Frankly, that was the only reason Jack had left. If she hadn't been such a good friend and if she hadn't brought Owen back, Jack would never have left. Not that Jack was feeling sentimental or anything like that. But god, having Ianto here and being where he belonged felt better than it had any right to.

"'Oh captain, my captain' indeed," Jack intoned, fighting that little shiver that tended to run down his spine at that look on Ianto's face. How anyone could resist a smile of his Welshman was utterly beyond him. "And you take any excuse you can to use the word 'aspersions' in my presence, don't you?" Not that Jack was complaining. He let his forehead rest against Ianto's as if re-memorising the feel of standing like this, so completely natural it was almost scary.

"So, five months apart and you'd rather make sure my caffeine intake is satisfied?" Jack asked, pulling back enough to be able to look down at his lover, yet by no means releasing him. Jack's face broke into a winning smile, tossing his head slightly to the right. "Shoot anyone? Now why would I do a thing like that?" he asked, dropping the smile and attempting to take on an air of innocence. Failed miserably in the attempt but at least he tried. "I, surprisingly, shot no one. Though there were a couple of close calls in there." Jack lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over Ianto's lips, tracing the curve of his jaw. "Being frank, I'm surprised you didn't come to Cardiff after month three and haul my arse back here." He sighed, his thumb still tracing the line of Ianto's jaw. "I missed you too."

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-07 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Ianto knew there would always be reasons for Jack to leave, just as he knew those reasons would always be important, even vital, to the world. That didn't mean he didn't hate it when Jack did leave, but he could accept it. Because this was bigger than either of them, and the world and its dangers weren't going to stop for them. It would be ridiculous and selfish to expect it.

He hid a flinch as Jack spoke. "I always preferred Dylan Thomas," he said softly. There had been a time when he could appreciate Whitman's words, but that was passed. Now they just made him think of the Master. And more than that, the image of Jack lying cold and dead was not one he liked to contemplate. Pushing aside his darker thoughts, he smiled and shook his head at Jack. "Can I help it if you have such nice reactions to certain words?" He wanted to be closer, closer really than was possible, wanted to feel Jack under his skin. But for now, resting against him and breathing in his air was enough.

"No," he admitted, "not really. But there's something to be said for the routine of it. I've missed being able to make you coffee." He'd missed a lot of things. He didn't want to tell Jack how every so often he'd forget, make an extra cup of coffee, and take it all the way to Jack's office before he would remember and the ground would seem to shift under him and he would have to retreat to the archives until he regained his equilibrium. He smiled at Jack's feigned innocence. "Because you're dreadful when you don't have your caffeine fix?" He laughed, a soft, halting sound. "I'm very glad the denizens of Cardiff are safe from your moods." He leaned into Jack's touch with a sigh, not wanting to admit that he'd been sorely tempted to just go and drag Jack home. "You had to do your duty," he said, "and I knew you would come back. I trust you." He smiled. "I'm glad. But you're back now, cariad. And that's what matters."

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jharkness
2009-02-07 02:10 pm UTC (link)

There was that nagging feeling in the back of Jack's mind, however. Knowing that, once more, something would happen and he'd be pulled away from all this. He knew it was part of the deal, the proverbial debt to society that he owed given what Rose had inadvertently done to him. If he had the means to save the world, wasn't that what he was theoretically required to do?

Jack was, for once, fairly oblivious to the initial reaction to the quote. It would come back later, when he had time to think and when his head wasn't swimming with a scent he had missed for the past months. "Yes, you can," Jack replied, the corners of his mouth quivering as he fought to hold in a smile. "Because you happen to know several of my weaknesses and tend to exploit them from time to time." Particularly when Ianto spoke Welsh. Jack understood it, but the language sounded harsh with his accent. Under Ianto's tongue, it seemingly flowed.

"About as much as I missed your coffee. No one really comes close to understanding the meaning of 'strong'." Jack once spilled a bit on his desk and would never admit that it was strong enough to eat through a bit of unknown grime on a corner. "I am not dreadful. I am..." He trailed off, searching for the right word. "Punchy." Then again, part of that could have been due to those other bits of withdrawl they had spoken of. "And the citizens of New York are safe as you have every plan, I'm sure, to make sure my caffeine levels never fall below a certain point." Once more, Jack pulled Ianto flush against his body, reveling in the feel of it. "I am home," he murmured against Ianto's lips, that shiver of longing threading through his form once more. Cariad indeed. "I promise I will always come back. I love you. And that too is what matters."

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-07 03:57 pm UTC (link)

This was their job, to protect the world from the dangers that were out there. Their own lives, unfortunately, would always have to come second. He knew that and he understood that, but sometimes he just wanted to say sod the universe. Jack had done enough and sacrificed enough and he more than deserved a break. They both deserved a break. But that wasn't how the world worked.

Ianto gave Jack a look that was equal parts innocence and amusement and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Who? Me?' But he did know Jack's weaknesses, and he wasn't afraid to exploit them for his own benefit. It was like the Welsh. Jack claimed to understand it, but he had a tendency to make a mess of it when he tried to speak it. And they wouldn't even get into how bad he was at reading it. It was somewhat disconcerting, considering he'd lived in Cardiff for over a hundred years. But that was neither here nor there. "I've hardly heard you complaining," he pointed out.

"Well," Ianto said, teasing, "the fact is that the coffee you drink would most likely kill mere mortals. So perhaps it's best that nobody else is capable of making it." That and he liked that it was something he could do for Jack. He raised an eyebrow at Jack's description of himself and shook his head. "Punchy...of course." Somehow, he didn't exactly think it was the best word. He smiled with amusement, prepared to assure Jack that keeping him caffeinated for the good of the general public was indeed his intention, but then Jack had pulled him close enough to feel his body pressing against his own and suddenly coffee was the last thing on his mind. "You are," he agreed breathlessly, eyes wide and dark, and why the hell were they still talking. "I know you will, Jack. Cara 'ch hefyd. Now, if you don't mind sir, do shut up." He had much better ways to occupy Jack's mouth.

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jharkness
2009-02-07 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Perhaps once upon a time, Jack would have 'sod the universe' and taken this small corner of happiness he had managed to carve out with Ianto. But then he met the Doctor and had most of his ideals and morality flipped upside down. Now, it seemed, following in his footsteps meant donning a cape (or in his case, the greatcoat) and dashing off to universes and times unknown when called. Subconsciously, Jack's hands tightened on Ianto. He deserved this, though. After so long apart, he deserved just as much time here, didn't he?

"Yes, you," Jack muttered in response to the look plastered on Ianto's face. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough to learn the language. It was more when a word had more ys and ws in it than was absolutely necessary that Jack's eyes crossed. He'd leave this to the professionals. In this case, Ianto could murmur sweet Welsh nothings in his ear. "Not a complaint. An observation."

Jack let out a bark of a laugh, tossing his head back. "Good thing 'mere mortals' aren't touching my coffee, then. I think we'd be in serious trouble otherwise. I'll be blamed for the death of thousands." Jack slid his hands down Ianto's sides, letting them rest on his hips. "Speaking of using the Welsh to make your boss weak in the knees." Jack chuckled, nipping at Ianto's lower lip. "Taking control, are we? And here I thought you handed the reigns over to me." Even if he was quite happy to follow Ianto's lead in shutting him up. Once more Jack's head ducked down, teasing and tasting, losing himself in that familiar taste of Ianto. God he'd missed this.

Nudging Ianto with his hips after the kiss was broken, leaving Jack breathless once more, he gave his lover a rather impish smirk. "And here I'm shocked you haven't dragged me off to bed yet." Jack quirked a brow in Ianto's direction. "Or should the hero, home from another successful mission swing the fair maiden, up into his arms and whisk her off?" he teased, hips gently rolling against Ianto's.

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notjustateaboy
2009-02-11 04:01 pm UTC (link)

Ianto would never begrudge Jack what the immortal considered his duty. If Jack wasn't doing everything he could to keep the universe safe, Ianto knew the guilt would weigh heavy on him. And he didn't want that. All he could do was be there for Jack and hope to ease the burden Jack placed upon himself. That was what people like Jack and the Doctor needed. The Doctor had his companions, and Jack had his team.

It was funny, considering more than once Ianto had heard Jack muttering in a language he didn't recognise, one he assumed to be from Jack's home and, for that matter, one far more complicated than Welsh. But that was Jack for you. "Good," he said. "I'd hate to think you had cause for complaints."

It was good to hear Jack laugh. It was certainly one of the things Ianto had missed when his lover had been gone. Sure there were the other, more obvious things he missed...Jack's touch and the way he kissed him, but he'd also missed all the little things that he had taken for granted. "Not taking control," he assured Jack, "though I'm sure you'd love the power struggle. Just trying to...well...I was trying to do something, but my brain isn't quite working right now." Kissing Jack had that effect on him.

"Bed does sound like a good idea," he said, "or wall...counter...anywhere really." He raised an eyebrow at Jack. "Normally, I'd be annoyed at you referring to me as a maiden, but it's been six months and I really can't be bothered to be annoyed." He broke of with a moan as Jack's hips moved against his own. He very much doubted they'd actually have the patience to make it to the bedroom right now.

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jharkness
2009-02-11 08:36 pm UTC (link)

And that was one of the things Jack so loved about Ianto: his ability to understand everything. There weren't many who would put up with a man and his need to run off and save the world every now and again. Even when it meant six months or a year separation. Ianto was always there, waiting. Jack shuddered to think of a day when that wouldn't happen -- when Ianto finally had his fill.

"No cause for complaints," Jack replied with a smile. "Only when you use it to your advantage and wrap me around your pinky, however, do I mind." Those times when Jack was so easily bent (no pun intended) to Ianto by those welsh vowels. And Ianto knew it.

Still chuckling, Jack stole a quick kiss. "Me? Loving a power struggle? Only if it involves mud in some capacity." The chuckle changed forms into a fond smile, Jack's hand cupping the back of Ianto's neck. "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

He pulled Ianto close, all the while backing him up towards the closest hard surface. "And, really, phones can only do so much." Jack hissed softly, having Ianto pressed so closely against his own body. "Next time? If it's just Wales I'm gone to, trips abroad aren't out of the realm of possibilities, you know."

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