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These Lives We Lead (15/21)


Title: These Lives We Lead

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee / ello luv / Mimi

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters/Pairings: eventual Jack/Ianto, mention of one-sided Gwen/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, one-sided Tosh/Owen (perhaps more in later chapters), John Hart/OFC, past Ianto/Lisa, the Doctor (Ten), Rhiannon/Johnny, OCs

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jack Harkness is the most popular boy in year 13 – if not the entire school. When a new boy is transferred there, things start to get a little more complicated…

A/N: Thanks to my LJ betas

 eriinxx, aranellaurelote, and butterflycell. Thank you also to my artist draw_yourworld. You’ll be seeing stuff from her later ^__^

 Previous Chapters:
Prologue: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7931.html
Chapter 2: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
1856.html
Chapter 3: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
4392.html
Chapter 4: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
7112.html
Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
00351.html
Chapter 6: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
03566.html
Chapter 7:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103756.html
Chapter 8:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103958.html
Chapter 9:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104321.html
Chapter 10:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104595.html
Chapter 11: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104877.html
Chapter 12: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104987.html
Chapter 13: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105367.html

 

 

Chapter 14 – Not Yet

 

Presents exchanged, the rest of the day passed in merriment by the crackling fire and tall Christmas tree. Nobody bothered to change and so they sat around in their pyjamas and bathrobes, a mug of cocoa or coffee almost always in each person’s hand.

 

Ianto managed to convince Jack to sing some Christmas carols, and so the American’s beautiful tenor filled the room accompanied by Gwendolyn on the piano. The evening came and everyone retired, most of them preparing for a trip home the next day. By the end, only Ianto and Jack remained downstairs, except for Jonas, who had fallen asleep on the couch and was snoring heavily, as the children were tucked in.

 

‘I never want this day to end,’ Jack murmured contentedly as he cuddled with Ianto before the dying fire.

 

‘Mmm,’ the Welsh boy agreed blissfully, his thumb rubbing slowly on the back of Jack’s palm.

 

‘You know, I still have a gift for you,’ Jack said, kissing the top of Ianto’s head.

 

‘Oh?’

 

‘Mmmhm. Now come on, up you get.’

 

Ianto reluctantly left Jack’s lap and then two made their way up to his room.

 

‘Wait right here,’ Jack told him, slipping away.

 

When he returned, the American was holding a small box which he handed over to Ianto.

 

‘You know,’ Ianto began, ‘You didn’t actually—’

 

‘I know,’ Jack interrupted, ‘Just open it.’

 

Ianto did and let out a small gasp.

 

‘Oh, Jack, it’s beautiful!’

 

Within the box was a gold-plated stopwatch, carved and inlaid with delicate designs in white gold. The crystal of the face was clear and shone with brilliance, small rainbows of colour appearing around the edge.

 

‘I know how you always like to get places right on time,’ Jack explained softly, ‘Turn it over.’

 

On the back was engraved:

 

At 'm Ianto. Chan 'r yn dechrau chan amsera a dan 'r darfod , fi ll bod 'na chennych. Eiddo beunydd a achos pawb amsera Jack.

 

‘ “To my Ianto”,’ the Welsh boy read, ‘ “From the beginning of time and until the end, I’ll be there with you. Yours always and forever, Jack”.’

 

Ianto reverently put the stopwatch back into its box and onto the bedside table before moving forward and attaching his lips to Jack’s, arms immediately encircling the American’s neck. When he pulled away, Ianto look up at Jack through his eyelashes.

 

You know,’ he murmured, ‘there are lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.’

 

Jack looked blank for a second, then a grin slowly spread across his face.

 

‘Oh,’ he smirked, ‘Yeah, I can think of a few.’

 

‘There’s quite a list,’ Ianto added.

 

‘Oh yeah.’

 

Jack gripped Ianto’s waist and led him back to the unmade bed and the Welsh boy dropped onto it. Jack smirked and used his hands on Ianto’s shoulders to push the Welsh boy onto his back. Ianto shifted himself so that he lay comfortably with his head on the pillow. Jack climbed up and straddled Ianto’s waist, leaning forward to connect their mouths once more, immediately pushing his tongue past willing lips, hands moving to Ianto’s hair.

 

Ianto moaned as Jack pressed their groins together, his own hands gripping the American’s shirt. Jack’s hands roamed downwards, over jumper-clad arms and under the hem, fingers ghosting over the flat plane of stomach. Ianto arched into the touch, eyelids fluttering shut over pupils blown wide.

 

Jack placed a series of butterfly kissed down Ianto’s jaw before attacking the pulse point at his neck.

 

‘Jack.’

 

Jack sucked lightly at Ianto’s neck, fingers brushing over hardened nipples.

 

‘Jack, I should tell you, I—’ Ianto’s breath hitched as Jack’s finger lightly squeezed the nub of one hardened nipple.

 

‘I know, Ianto,’ Jack murmured against the Welsh boy’s throat, ‘me too.’

 

Jack began to once again suck at the junction of Ianto’s neck and shoulder, nibbling lightly as he brushed his hands back down Ianto’s chest to play idly with the drawstring of the Welsh boy’s flannel trousers.

 

‘Jack,’ Ianto said, ‘Jack, wait.’

 

Jack paused, the fingers on one hand beginning to dip below the pyjama bottoms and rose a few inches to look down at the boy beneath him.

 

Ianto’s face was flushed, lips swollen, and his hair mussed, seemingly the epitome of content. Ianto’s eyes, however, were wide and frightened.

 

‘Ianto, what’s wrong?’ Jack asked, using his free hand to stroke Ianto’s cheek.

 

‘I can’t do this,’ Ianto admitted, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, ‘I want to, really I do, and I thought that I could, but this room, this entire town…’

 

‘Shh,’ Jack said soothingly, turning them on their sides and pulling Ianto into an embrace,

 

‘I’m sorry,’ Ianto whispered into the crook of Jack’s neck, ‘The memories.’

 

‘I understand,’ Jack murmured, drawing Ianto closer and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

 

When Rowan peeked in an hour later, that was how she found them, wrapped in each other’s arms, legs twined, both fast asleep. With a smile, she pulled the thick duvet over the slumbering pair, flicked off the lights, and silently shut the door.

 

Chapter 15: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105848.html

 


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