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fic- These Lives We Lead (5/?)


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 ^__^

 

Warning: Pretty much alcohol abuse.

 

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- The Party

 

The rest of the week zoomed by quickly, and in no time at all Ianto found himself riding the metro home on Friday afternoon. When Ianto stepped into his dad’s flat, the smell of pizza permeated the air. Ifan was seated at the table with a half-eaten slice before him and a newspaper in his hands. He looked up briefly when Ianto entered, smiling lightly at his son before returning attention to the paper.

 

Ianto set his bag down by the front door and slid off his trainers before grabbing a slice of pizza – meat feast, his favourite - and a glass of milk before sitting with his father. The two ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, Ifan lost in his paper and Ianto lost in his thoughts. The note with John’s address was still tucked into the pocket of his trousers and Ianto fingered it idly. He had been thinking about the party invite all week, wondering if he should go or not. Finally, Ianto broke the silence that surrounded them.

 

‘Tad?’

 

Ifan looked up from his paper.

 

‘I was invited to a party tomorrow night,’ Ianto stated, pulling the scrap of paper from his pocket, ‘May I go?’

 

Ifan glanced down at the address and let out a low whistle.

 

‘Making friends with the wealthy, son?’

 

‘Tad,’ Ianto said, rolling his eyes, ‘May I?’

 

Ifan smiled. ‘Of course.’

 

*

 

 

The next night, Ianto was sitting in his room preparing for the party and at loss for what to wear. He had never been so worried about his appearance before, but something about the event - and the fact that Jack would be there - made Ianto very nervous about looking just right. He pulled on some faded jeans and slipped a plain black shirt over his head. After a moment of hesitation, Ianto knotted a skinny red silk tie around his neck. Ianto grabbed his red and black checkered zip-up hoody and tucked in his wallet and mobile on their way out the door.

 

It was seven thirty by the time they arrived at the Hart residence. Although he had been expecting a large manor house, Ianto was still awed by its sheer size. Ifan said something about calling him at midnight and Ianto nodded absently. He approached the polished, wooden front door. Ianto vaguely registered the sound of Ifan’s car driving away as he cautiously knocked on the door. A pristinely dressed butler opened it.

 

‘Master John is downstairs,’ the butler said primly, slight disgust colouring the first word.

 

Ianto followed the butler mutely to a set of stairs that led downward into a dimly lit room. The faint sound of music - some new American band - drifted up to them. Ianto thanked the butler and made his way down the stairs alone, the pounding music growing louder with each step.

 

Ianto had never been invited to a party, especially not one so exclusive. When John had said “we”, he meant it. Only John, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Rhys, and Gwen were there, dancing - if you could call it such - wildly to the rock guitar that blasted over the speakers.

 

‘Ianto!’

 

Ianto’s breath caught in his throat as Jack rushed towards him. The American was wearing tight, low-riding black jeans and a form-fitting gray t-shirt that displayed hot-pink block letters proudly proclaiming “Planet Patrol”, an American electro band Ianto had heard of once.

 

‘Nice tie,’ Jack said with a grin, placing the tip of it on top of his pink writing.

 

‘Those clash terribly,’ Ianto commented.

 

Jack laughed and grabbed Ianto’s hand, pulling him into the group. Ianto ignored the tingle in his fingers where Jack’s skin was touching and, tossing his hoody to the side, tentatively joined in the crazy dance. When the song ended, another more ballad-like tune started up. John went and turned down the music a bit so that they could hear each other without shouting.

 

‘About time you got here, Eye Candy,’ John said. He sported a similar get-up to Jack’s, except that his jeans were dark-blue and his shirt was for Oasis.

 

‘Sorry,’ Ianto said, ‘I live pretty far away… and I’m sorry for being under-dressed, too. I didn’t realize guys were supposed to wear stuff like a second skin.’

 

‘Oi!’ Owen called out from the other side of the room, gesturing at his baggy cargo pants and loose-fitting shirt.

 

 

‘He said “guys”, Owen,’ Jack teased.

 

Owen flipped him a v-sign cheerfully. ‘Guess I won’t let you use my cards for “suck and blow”.’

 

Jack threw himself to the floor, begging forgiveness with mock contrition.

 

‘”Suck and blow”?’ Ianto murmured.

 

‘It’s a game,’ Tosh explained, appearing at his side. Ianto nodded slightly, a confused expression still present on his face.

 

‘Well, all right Harkness,’ Owen was saying haughtily, ‘I suppose I’ll accept your apology. But only if you say that I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be.’

 

‘It’s funny because it’s true,’ Rhys mused.

 

Once Jack had proclaimed loudly that Owen was more of a man than he’d ever be, the group placed themselves in a circle on the floor. Owen pulled out a deck of regular playing cards from his pocket and removed a single card, bringing it to his lips. Owen sucked in air so that the card remained perched on his lips. Tosh leaned forward and touched her own mouth to the other side of the card. When the two pulled apart, Tosh was now in possession of the card.

 

It was simple enough to understand, and soon the card, a Jack of clubs as it happened, was moving fluidly around the circle. It had gone around twice and Ianto was beginning to get impatient. It didn’t seem right that this was all there was to the game, as everyone around him were grinning as if waiting for something.

 

On the third circuit, John passed the card to Jack as usual. Ianto was leaning forward to take the card from the American, but just before he reached, Jack let the card drop and, instead, pressed his lips to Ianto’s. Ianto could swear that he felt the tiniest bit of wetness against his lips before Jack’s warmth was gone and the others were laughing uproariously. Ianto stared at them in shock.

 

‘Don’t look so scared, Ianto,’ Gwen managed through her giggles.

 

‘You haven’t been truly inducted into Torchwood until you’ve been kissed by Jack!’ Rhys added.

 

‘Torchwood?’ Ianto asked.

 

‘It’s just the name of our little group,’ Jack explained.

 

The American paused, noting Ianto’s still-shocked expression.

 

‘Chill out, Ianto,’ Jack said, ‘the kiss is tradition. Everyone’s done it.’

 

Nods of assent went around the circle. Some, like Gwen’s, were pleased, while others, such as Rhys’, were not so happy.

 

‘You’re not a homophobe, are you?’ John asked, suddenly protective of his best friend.

 

‘No!’ Ianto protested quickly, ‘I was just surprised, that’s all.’

 

‘Good,’ Jack said with a grin, ‘’Cause I’m gay.’

 

John let out a bark of laughter.

 

‘Harkness, you’re not homosexual, you’re Homo-sapien-sexual!’

 

Ianto hesitantly joined in their laughter this time, his shock fading.

 

‘Hey,’ Jack said suddenly, ‘Wanna play truth or dare?’

 

‘What, are we in year two now?’ Owen asked.

 

‘Yes,’ John stated, ‘But unlike six year olds, we have something to make things a bit more…interesting.’

 

He reached behind the couch and pulled out a bottle of scotch and some glasses.

 

‘Excellent,’ Rhys and Jack chorused, grinning at each other. Gwen and Owen looked equally pleased, but Tosh seemed hesitant.

 

‘I don’t know,’ she said slowly.

 

‘Toshiko,’ John said, ‘what’re you afraid of? My parents don’t care enough to mind. Plus, they’ll never find out anyway.’

 

‘I know, but,’ Tosh’s eyes flicked over to Ianto. The small glance did not escape his notice.

 

‘I’m in,’ Ianto said firmly.

 

Toshiko sighed, but grabbed a glass all the same.

 

‘Alright,’ Jack said as John began to pour out drinks, ‘The rules are as follows. You spin this Coke bottle and whomever the cap points at chooses truth or dare. After your turn, you drink. If you don’t want to answer a truth, you drink whatever’s left in you glass.’

 

‘Everybody starts with one under their belt,’ John supplied, holding his glass high.

 

The others rushed to do the same.

 

‘Bottoms up!’ Jack said with a grin.

 

In one synchronized move, the group tipped back their glasses of alcohol. Ianto winced as the bitter liquid slid down his throat. John filled the glasses once more and the game began.

 

It wasn’t long before the bottle neck ended up pointing at Ianto. Jack, who had spun, grinned.

 

‘Pick your poison.’

 

‘Truth.’

 

Ianto smirked at Jack’s loud groan.

 

‘Truths are no fun,’ the American pouted.

 

‘Just ask a question already, you electro-ponce,’ John said, sipping at his scotch.

 

‘Fine,’ Jack grumbled, ‘Why exactly did you move here from Cardiff?’

 

His mind fuzzy with contentedness and alcohol, Ianto opened his mouth as his if to answer, but paused as imaged from his memory assaulted him.

 

Pinning Lisa against the warehouse wall, their mouths pressed together in heated passion as tongues fought for dominance, Lisa’s hands gripping the back of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric and digging blunt nails into his back. Running his palms down Lisa’s thighs and up under to black skirt to—

 

Ianto was jerked from his thoughts and his mouth snapped shut. Grimly, he drank down the half-glass of scotch in his hand, faintly registering Jack’s disappointed whine at his refusal to answer.

 

The game continued, the scotch bottle getting emptier and emptier as time went on and they got more and more drunk. The dares became increasingly dirty. At one point, Owen dared Jack to snog John, which he did happily. Ianto felt a pang in his heart as he watched the two best friends groping each other. Like all of the other things he had been feeling, Ianto ignored it, taking a huge gulp of his drink instead.

 

An infinite amount of time seemed to have passed by the time the game wound down until it finally ceased. John was slowly working his way through the last bit of scotch while Rhys and Gwen snogged messily on the couch and Owen lay passed out on the floor. Tosh was hovering over Owen, taking her chance now to stroke his hair. Jack was slow-dancing clumsily with an invisible partner, despite the fact that the music’s beat was quick. Ianto lay on his back on the thick carpet, hazily watching the ceiling spin above him. The Welsh boy felt rather than saw Jack collapse down beside him.

 

‘Hi, Ianto.’

 

‘Hi, Jack,’ Ianto murmured sleepily.

 

‘You’re cute,’ Jack burst out suddenly, Ianto laughed.

 

‘Okay.’

 

‘No, really!’ Jack protested, raising himself up to straddle Ianto’s thighs, ‘your hair is cute and your face is cute. But your eyes? Your eyes are beautiful.’

 

Something lurched inside Ianto’s stomach.

 

‘They’re so blue,’ Jack continued softly, ‘and clear and beautiful. You’re beautiful.’

 

The American used a finger to trace a line slowly from Ianto’s ear, down his jaw, and to his mouth, the pad of his finger brushing over Ianto’s chapped lips. The air seemed to be still, pressing against the two bys, stifling them. Jack’s very tip of Jack’s fingernail trailed gracefully at the joint of Ianto’s lips and the Welsh boy unconsciously let them open, his breath quickening.

 

‘Jack.’

 

‘Jack.’

 

‘Shh.’

 

Jack removed his finger, hand floating to cup Ianto’s jaw. Time seemed to slow as Jack leaned over, closer and closer. When their lips finally touched, it was like a fire rippled through Ianto’s body, making his fingers and toes tingle. It seemed to hit Jack as well and both boys gasped as one, mouths opening in perfect unison. There was a moment of stillness as their teeth clacked together, then all at once the wet warmth of Jack’s tongue filled Ianto’s mouth. Ianto’s eyes fluttered shut and he grasped Jack’s t-shirt, his own tongue moving to meet Jack’s, both twisting and caressing as if in a dance. Jack shifted slightly and both boys groaned as their groins rubbed together.

 

Ianto’s hands roamed up Jack’s back to grip at the American’s hair.

 

‘Ianto,’ Jack gasped, breaking away for air, forehead resting against that of the boy beneath him.

 

They lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Ianto’s eyes flew open as he realized what he had just done. He released Jack’s hair as if burned.

 

‘Jack,’ Ianto said, his voice choked, ‘Please get off.’

 

Jack’s eyes opened. ‘What?’

 

‘Get off of me!’

 

Shocked at the sudden intensity in Ianto’s voice, Jack scrambled off of the other boy. ‘Ianto?’

 

Ianto attempted to stumble to his feet, but failed, collapsing back onto the floor, head in his hands. Jack crawled over.

 

‘Ianto?’ he asked hesitantly.

 

‘I can’t,’ Ianto mumbled, ‘I’m sorry, Jack, I can’t.’

 

‘Can’t what? Ianto?’

 

Ianto’s scotch-addled mind blurred and he drifted into unconsciousness, Jack’s voice echoing in his mind.

 
 


Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/100351.html
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