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These Lives We Lead (11/21)


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)

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/87255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/87931.html
Chapter 2: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/91856.html
Chapter 3: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/94392.html
Chapter 4: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/97112.html
Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/100351.html
Chapter 6: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103566.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 – Invitations

 

Ianto knew that people suspected something was going on between him and Jack, but it wasn’t until one of John’s bigger, less exclusive parties when Gwen burst in on them shirtless and kissing heavily that the couple became “official”. The week of school following that incident, Ianto was the centre of attention for all of the girls in Year 13. A group of them, headed up by a pretty black girl named Martha Jones, no relation to Ianto, cornered him on his way to lunch.

 

‘So,’ she said, ‘Is it true that you and the Captain are, you know.’ She gave him a knowing look.

 

‘So,’ she said, ‘Is it true that you and the Captain are, you know.’ She gave him a knowing look.

 

‘Yeah.’ Ianto knew that he sounded defensive, but he certainly had the right. Jack had always been BSS’s most eligible bachelor, after all.

 

‘And?’ Martha asked curiously.

 

‘We…dabble,’ Ianto replied.

 

‘And how is his,’ Martha giggled, ‘dabbling?’

 

‘Innovative,’ Ianto said cautiously.

 

‘Really?’

 

‘Bordering on the avant guard,’ Ianto supplied, his thoughts elsewhere. Although they hadn’t actually “done it”, as the Americans would say, Jack and Ianto had certainly embarked on a number of activities that proved just how flexible the human body could be.

 

‘Yeah?’ Martha asked as the other girls tittered.

 

‘Oh yeah,’ Ianto murmured, lost in memories. High-pitched giggles jerked Ianto from his reverie. He blushed profusely and brushed his way past the gaggle of girls.

 

From that point on, it was common knowledge throughout the school that Jack and Ianto were dating, but if you had asked the boys what exactly their relationship was, there would be no answer. Neither boy liked labels, Jack in general and Ianto because of Lisa, so they never knew what to refer to each other as.

 

Although their relationship was, as of yet, undefined, there was one thing of which Ianto was sure: He, Ianto Jones, was in love with Jack Harkness - completely and utterly head over heals in love. He tried to suppress it, feeling unfaithful to Lisa’s memory, but still the feeling remained. Every time they were together, Ianto’s heart began to flutter, every smile made his breath quicken, every kiss sent fire coursing through his veins.

 

There was no way to tell if Jack felt the same and it was this that stopped him from expressing his true feelings. The only person Ianto had confided in was Toshiko Sato. The Welsh boy and petite Asian girl often met for friendly lunches over the weekend at the local shopping centre. On one such day, when Ianto was feeling particularly depressed about the predicament, Tosh interrupted his lament with a loud sigh

 

‘If I tell him, would things change?’ Ianto had said, talking more to himself than to Toshiko, ‘I mean, what we have now is great. Not only is there the physical aspect, but also I feel like I can tell him anything, you know? For example, yesterday we had a whole conversation about the future and where we wanted to go with our lives. It’s like having a best friend you also fool around with. Friends with benefits? If I tell him that I love him, will he not want to tell me things any more? Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way. He probably doesn’t.’

 

‘Oh, Ianto, open you eyes!’ Tosh interrupted in exasperation.

 

‘What do you mean?’

 

‘He’s a completely different person around you,’ Tosh told him, ‘His eyes light up when you enter the room, he’s flirting less, he watches you dreamily. Believe me, that boy is smitten!’

 

The corners of Ianto’s mouth quirked up into a smile. ‘Really?’

 

‘Yes!’ Tosh laughed, patting Ianto’s hand affectionately.

 

‘Should I tell him?’ Ianto asked.

 

‘Do you think that you need to?’ Toshiko countered.

 

‘I don’t know,’ Ianto admitted, ‘I think I should if I want to, you know,’ Ianto lowered his voice, still slightly embarrassed about the topic, ‘sleep with him.’

 

‘Do you want to?’

 

Ianto’s mouth opened then closed again as he thought. Finally, his eyes softened as he looked into the distance, shining with adoration. ‘Yes.’

 

‘Then tell him,’ Tosh urged with a smile.

 

*

 

On a day in late November, Jack accompanied Ianto home, as he was wont to do. Wrapped in warm coats. The two strolled languidly from the Metro station with their fingers twined together. Though the silence was comfortable, Ianto’s mind was swirling with thoughts of love and other emotions.

 

‘Penny for your thoughts,’ Jack offered.

 

‘Nothing in particular,’ Ianto murmured untruthfully.

 

‘You sure?’ Jack seemed slightly put out by Ianto’s reluctance to speak, so the Welsh boy smiled soothingly, squeezing Jack’s hand and nodding. They were close to Ianto’s building now, the city’s hustle and bustle zooming past.

 

‘Is your dad home?’ Jack asked.

 

‘Not ‘til later,’ Ianto replied as they walked into the building. Ianto suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by Jack’s bulkier form.

 

‘We could make use of that,’ Jack whispered huskily, his warm breath caressing Ianto’s ear.

 

A shiver of pleasure ran down Ianto’s spine as Jack pressed feather-light kisses on his bare neck.

 

‘Just let me get,’ Ianto’s breath hitched, ‘the post.’

 

Jack reluctantly removed himself from Ianto, but grinned when he saw how stiff the Welsh boy’s movements were. Rather than going through the garage, the two boys had come in through the front door of the building and Ianto made his way over to the post boxes, fishing the key out of his pocket. He opened the box and pulled out a stack of letters and magazines and the two boys made their way to the lift.

 

Inside, Jack moved once again to kiss Ianto, but before he could, the lift doors opened again and an elderly woman tottered in. Somehow they made it through the lift trip without touching each other and, with Ianto giving a murmured “good day”, they exited on the fifth story, leaving the old woman to go higher.

 

‘Jack.’ Ianto took in a shuddering breath, struggling to unlock the flat door. Jack chuckled against Ianto’s neck.

 

‘Not helping,’ Ianto ground out, finally getting the door open.

They dropped their bags on the floor and the post was soon trapped between their heaving chests as mouths collided.

 

‘Jack,’ Ianto murmured when they parted, resting his forehead against the American’s, ‘I—’

 

‘Jack,’ Ianto murmured when they parted, resting his forehead against the American’s, ‘I—’

 

‘Shh,’ Jack hushed, lifting a hand to stroke Ianto’s cheek.

 

‘But—’

 

 

Ianto was cut off by Jack’s lips, the familiar fire surging through his veins as Jack cupped the back of Ianto’s neck with his other hand. The sound of a key scraping in the lock made the boys fly apart, breathing heavily.

 

‘Shit,’ Jack hissed, ‘I thought he wasn’t going to be home until later!’

 

‘He wasn’t supposed to be!’ Ianto hissed back.

 

They grabbed their bags and rushed to the table. Jack smoothed first his own and then Ianto’s hair. Their flushed faces, they could do nothing about. The front door opened and Ifan stepped through.

 

‘Hello boys,’ Ifan greeted, making a show of looking them over.

 

‘Hello,’ they chorused, seemingly hard at work.

 

‘Post is here,’ Ianto told his father.

 

‘Anything interesting?’ Ifan asked.

 

‘Dunno, didn’t look.’

 

‘That’s odd,’ Ifan commented, ‘You always like being the first person to look through the post.’

 

Ianto could feel himself flush. ‘We have a lot of work to do.’

 

Ifan approached and sat at the table. If he noticed their flushes and swollen lips, the Welshman said nothing, instead flipping through the post.

 

‘Ianto,’ he said suddenly, ‘You have a letter from somebody name Rhiannon Davies.’

 

‘Oh!’

 

Ianto tossed down his pencil and took the envelope from his father, tearing it open hastily.

 

‘His step-sister,’ Ifan explained to Jack as Ianto read the letter.

 

‘Rhi’s invited me for Christmas!’ Ianto said happily when he finished it.

 

Jack’s face fell slightly. He had been hoping to spend the holiday with Ianto, curled up by the fire, snuggled under a warm blanket, mugs of hot chocolate in hand.

 

Ianto seemed to have caught the forlorn look.

 

‘You should come with me, Jack,’ Ianto added hastily.

 

‘I wouldn’t want to be a burden,’ Jack protested.

 

‘I’ll write to ask,’ Ianto said firmly.

 

‘Ianto, are you sure you’d like to take that risk?’ Ifan asked carefully.

 

‘Risk what?’ Ianto asked, writing a note on a sheet of his lined paper, ‘Risk everyone laughing at me? If I recall correctly, nobody in my actual family had any trouble with me. And besides,’ Ianto continued, ‘I can take it now. Thanks to Jack, I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore.’

 

Ianto rose and sealed the envelope, leaning down to press a hard kiss on Jack’s lips, effectively surprising both parties present.

‘Be right back, I’m going to go post this.’

 

With that, Ianto was out the door

 

 Chapter 11: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104877.html


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