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These Lives We Lead (17/21)


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: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105510.html
Chapter 15: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105848.html


 

 

Chapter 16 – Happy New Year

 

 

The following evening, Ianto once again dressed in a suit; pink shirt and tie this time. Truthfully, Ianto was getting tired of all this formal wear and had decided that he would never wear a suit again in his life. But, looking forward to his night with Jack, Ianto kept his protests to himself.

 

It was a fairly short drive to Ifan’s workplace - an advert agency by the name of Fletcher and Co. Ianto had been to the building only once during the past months and had then been confined to the grayscale lobby. The formerly drab entrance was covered in gold and silver tinsel and white crepe-paper streamers. More of the same decorated a trail to what Ifan informed him was one of the largest conference rooms, also done up and with all of the tables and chairs removed.

 

Almost as soon as they entered, Ifan was descended upon by a tall Londoner with a thick black moustache and perfectly coiffed hair of the same colour that almost shone from all the gel holding it in place.

 

‘Jones!’ the man boomed.

 

‘Sir,’ Ifan greeted, ‘this is my son. Ianto, this is my boss, Mr. Fletcher.’

 

‘Nice to meet you at last,’ Mr. Fletcher said, shaking the boy’s hand vigorously.

 

‘Nice to meet you at last,’ Mr. Fletcher said, shaking the boy’s hand vigorously.

 

‘Likewise,’ replied Ianto, wincing as the Londoner gave a particularly hard shake.

 

‘Come then, you must meet my daughter.’

 

Mr. Fletcher dragged Ianto through the mass of mingling people to the far corner where a girl (who looked to be about the age of fifteen) was seated. She had shoulder length brown hair that lay in loose waves, and wide brown eyes.

 

‘Carys,’ Mr. Fletcher said, and the girl looked up at him, ‘this is Ianto Jones, he’ll keep you company.’

 

Quick as a flash, he was gone.

 

‘For such a big guy, he sure can disappear quickly,’ Ianto commented.

 

‘That’s my dad for you,’ replied Carys.

 

‘Can I ask you about your name?’ Ianto queried, ‘It’s not a very common name for England.’

 

‘My dad is obsessed with anything Welsh,’ Carys told him, ‘I think that’s why he likes your dad so much. So, how old are you, Ianto?’

 

‘Seventeen,’ Ianto replied, restraining himself from rolling his eyes at the obvious way Carys’ gaze raked over his body.

 

‘You wanna dance?’

 

A slower song had come over the speakers and adults had begun to pull their spouses out onto the makeshift dance floor.

 

‘I don’t dance.’

 

‘Oh,’ Carys’ face fell. Ianto sighed.

 

‘Look, Carys,’ he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, ‘I’m sure you’re a great girl and that one day you’ll find someone who’ll take you dancing and to the cinema and whatever, but that’s not me.’

 

‘How do you know if you won’t give me a first chance?’

 

‘Not to be mean or rude or anything, but I’m not here because I want to be. I don’t know what you dad told you about me, or what he thought was going to happen between us, but the only reason I’m at this party is because my dad bribed me.’ Ianto shrugged uncomfortably, all too aware of the disappointed slump of the girl’s shoulders. ‘So you see, after this party I’m going to be allowed to spend the night at my boyfriend’s house.’

 

‘Boyfriend?’ Carys asked.

 

‘Yes,’ Ianto sighed, ‘So there you go.’

 

Carys looked shocked for moment and then smiled and let out a huge laugh. ‘Oh thank god! I thought it was me!’

 

Carys became friendly now that she knew why Ianto wasn’t trying to pick her up. The two chatted companionably for the next hour or so, soon becoming fast friends. As the party began to wind down, Ifan came to retrieve Ianto. Ianto and Carys exchanged mobile numbers with promises to keep in touch.

 

‘Good luck with your boyfriend,’ she said as they shared a parting hug.

 

‘Thanks. Good luck with your dad,’ Ianto replied.

 

‘Cheers,’ Carys giggled.

 

As they left the building, Ianto dialed Jack.

 

‘Hey,’ he said, his voice softening.

 

Ifan unobtrusively listened to the side of the conversation that he could hear.

 

‘Yeah it’s over…I hope not!… I was just going to change and—…a suit, it was a party…Jack!…Well alright then. See you soon…bye.’

 

By now they had reached the car. Ifan had gathered from what he heard that Ianto was not going to change clothing and so began the drive towards Jack’s.

 

‘So, you and Carys seemed to get along,’ Ifan said after a while.

 

‘Yeah,’ Ianto agreed, ‘once I told her why I wasn’t hitting on her, we started talking and found out that we have a lot in common.’

 

‘Right.’ Silence overtook them once more and Ifan struggled with what to say. He knew what his son and Jack were going to be doing. Ianto knew that he knew. It was still difficult to find what to say to your son when he was about to do…that. Too soon for Ifan’s liking, they arrived at Jack’s manor.

 

‘Thanks, Tad’ Ianto said hurriedly, unbuckling his seat belt.

 

‘Ianto, wait.’

 

‘Tad, nothing you say will change my mind about—’

 

‘I know.’

 

Ifan reached into his pocket and produced a box of condoms.

 

‘Just,’ Ifan sighed, pressing the box into Ianto’s hands, ‘be safe.’

 

Ianto blushed as he took the box, but nodded.‘Sure, Tad.’

 

And then he was out of the car and walking up the path to the door. Ianto shivered in the frigid air, wishing that he had thought to wear a coat.

Chapter 17: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106324.html

 


Comments

( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
electrictoes
May. 10th, 2010 08:18 am (UTC)
Love this fic. Look forward to more!
amuly
May. 10th, 2010 12:20 pm (UTC)
AHH! You had to only update to this point?! Gah!!
I'm glad I gave this series a chance. I wasn't sure at first, but the more I read the more it grew on me. Nice job.
missthingsplace
May. 10th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)
All caught up, i love this series :)
ukdramafan
May. 11th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you for updating with so many chapters in one hit!
I tend to think twice before starting a WIP, as several times I've found stories worth pursuing, only to find months later that they never get finished.
Looking forward to the last few chapters.
ireland22
May. 11th, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
your writing always makes me giggle and sigh
cannot wait for your next installment
so write lots :)
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