Timelord!Ianto: Away 4
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Dancing
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto are enjoying getting away from it all
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto watched Jack dive beneath the waves again and laughed, shading his eyes with a hand. The sun was warm and bright and he was still happily full from the meal they’d eaten at the lodge an hour ago, but Jack had dived straight into the water as soon as they’d reached the hidden cove, leaving his clothes in a pile on the beach for Ianto to tidy up. Birds wheeled above them, crying out to each other, and the wind drifted through the trees behind the cove and the vines that trailed down the cliff. The wildlife and vegetation were universally non-threatening, having been selected and introduced to the planet to create a sustainable ecosystem after it was terraformed, so when a crab scuttled up onto his hand he merely leaned back and turned his hand to watch it climb over his knuckles and explore the spaces between his fingers.
Jack emerged from the water, leaving a trail of water across the smooth, pinkish sand, and came to rest his folded arms on the top of the rock where Ianto was sitting. It was high enough that he could rest his chin on his arms and he did so, rubbing water out of his face periodically when it dripped out of his hair. “You’ve found a friend.”
“Well, you were busy.” He smiled over his fingers down and Jack and held the crab out to him. “No friends in the sea?”
“You wouldn’t join me.” Jack tilted his head on one side and smiled winningly. “You’d enjoy it if you came in.”
“Jack…” He sighed and reached out quickly to let the crab scuttle into Jack’s hair. “Alright then.”
Jack smiled brilliantly, then pushed off the rock and shook his head, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to dislodge the crab. “Ianto, you gave me crabs. We’ve never had sex and you still managed to give me crabs.”
He smothered his laughter as much as he could and used Jack’s distraction as a cover, undressing as quickly as he could so that when Jack turned, holding the crab out proudly despite its terrified scuttling, his eyes lit up to see Ianto standing in front of him in just his underwear. “Well done,” he said, determined not to laugh at Jack’s expression. “You caught a crab.”
It scuttled beneath the rock when Jack dropped it in favour of wrapping his hands around Ianto’s hips and pulling him closer. They leaned together and Ianto noted Jack’s arousal with interest. He’d long since got used to this disparity between them and the spaces needed to negotiate their way around it. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a work in progress. Jack swayed them, a twitch of his smile showing that he’d noticed as well. He pulled Ianto closer so that they were pressed cheek to cheek and brushed his lips against his temple. “My Time Lord.” His hands splayed possessively across Ianto’s back even as he pulled back to be able to look at him and meet his eyes. A calm realisation seemed to settle in his smile and he tilted his head on one side. “I love you”.
“I know.” He slid his hands down Jack’s arms and rested them on his wrists. “Still up for swimming?”
Jack laughed and tugged Ianto down the beach, into the surf. It felt cold at first, especially when it splashed across their chests, but once they were submerged and used to it Ianto could appreciate how much warmer it was than the water in Cardiff on the few occasions he’d been unfortunate enough to end up in it. He laughed when Jack dived under the surface and ducked to peer through the clear water and follow him out into the bay more. The water stung his eyes slightly but he barely noticed as he pushed himself to keep up with Jack. He was a strong swimmer for a human, and didn’t break the surface until several seconds after Ianto had expected him to.
He was laughing when Ianto surfaced next to him and shook his head, scattering water across them both from his short hair. “You nearly kept up with me back there,” he teased, “but I’m impressed with your breath control.”
“Bi-cardiovascular system,” Ianto pointed out. He wiped at his eyes and smiled at Jack. “You swim well.”
“When I’m not in the Bay, yeah.” He leaned back and floated on the water, reaching out to snag one of Ianto’s hands to stop himself drifting off. “I grew up by the sea, so long ago now.” His eyes closed against the glare of the sun and Ianto pulled him closer, wrapping his free hand around his upper arm to hold him in place against him. “Tiny place called the Boeshane Peninsular. Heard of it?”
Ianto closed his eyes and sighed. Inter-species conflicts of the Human Empire wouldn’t have been one of his chosen subjects, but it was a compulsory module and he’d learned the dates by rote. “Yeah, I heard of it.”
“Oh.” Jack was looking up at him with a heavy sadness when he opened his eyes. “The Wasting.”
“I’m sorry.” So few people had made it out of the Peninsular, and no whole families. Everyone who had been living there lost someone. Most of the survivors lost everyone. “It’s a fixed event. No way to change it…” He trailed off and squeezed Jack’s hand.
Eventually Jack squeezed back and righted himself in the water. He rested his wrists on Ianto’s shoulders, his fingers brushing the back and sides of his neck. “Let’s not talk about it, please?”
“Of course.” Ianto kissed him quickly and rested his hands on his hips, fingertips stroking over the wet cotton of his underpants absently. “There was a swimming pool on my training TARDIS. Six of us trained together, and three of us went swimming every morning.” He chuckled and shook his head. “The Map Maker and the Wandering Minstrel were my closest friends – we were united by our desire to record things, even if the Map Maker and I mocked the Wandering Minstrel for making it all up. The Lady was… well, imagine Paris Hilton training to fly a TARDIS.” He waited for Jack’s dramatic grimace before he continued, “Every society has them. And then there was the Astral Architect and Tiona, who kept themselves to themselves.”
Jack nodded understandingly. “You miss them.” It was a comment, not a question, so Ianto didn’t answer. “And then you trained at the Etillono Academy…” Ianto’s gaze snapped back to Jack, who grinned. “Oh, I got there in the end. Are you going to tell me what your training was?”
He hesitated, but the memories of his time at Etillono weren’t tinged with the grief that his time at the Time Academy now was – and he knew he hadn’t even touched the Doctor’s revelations yet – so he followed Jack’s lead and relaxed against him again, fingertips ticking at the sensitive skin on his side. “Battle butler,” he said at last, and Jack’s eyes lit up. “Not really, sorry. I did one year of training as a domestic research assistant.”
“Shame.” Jack leaned closer and his lips brushed against Ianto’s ear. “I always wanted my own personal battle butler. I don’t suppose you did a massage module?”
He quirked an eyebrow and tried not to laugh at Jack’s disappointed expression. “I am a quick learner,” he conceded, “so maybe you could teach me.”
Jack’s hands slid down Ianto’s arms until one settled on his elbow and the other wrapped around his hand and pulled it up between their chests. “There’s something else I’d like to teach you,” he said softly, watching Ianto’s expression closely. “Do you dance, Mr Jones?”
“I’m sure I could if I tried.” He slid his hand up Jack’s side to rest on his waist and followed his movements as Jack drifted them from side to side, up out of the water onto the beach. It was awkward at first and they stood on each other’s feet, but when Jack started humming gently they found the rhythm and swayed together at the edge of the surf.
The sun dipped to the horizon hours later and they redressed before walking back to the dock through the edge of the tropical forest. They had spent the day swimming, dancing and exploring the little cove. Stories of their youth had been abandoned in favour of discussing the planets they’d seen and the places they wanted to visit. Ianto’s mind was swimming with plans, and Jack had recognised enough to leave him to his thoughts as they walked. Their butler greeted them and accepted Jack’s instructions to serve dinner in an hour with a silent nod, and Jack trailed behind Ianto as he padded through the boat to the master stateroom and threw himself on the bed.
Jack leaned against the glass windows looking out across the deck for a while, but before long he returned to the bed and laid down with his head on Ianto’s stomach. Ianto reached down to stroke Jack’s hair and was rewarded with a smile. “Sorry, I did it again, didn’t I?”
“You were having an idea. I didn’t want to scare it away,” Jack teased him, closing his eyes and pouting when Ianto swatted him. “Anything productive happening up there?”
“Possibly.” He kept stroking Jack’s hair and scowled at the ceiling. “Just… potential ideas. And thinking… we’re going to have to give the TARDIS back.”
Jack groaned and rolled off him to bury his face in the duvet. “I wish you hadn’t reminded me about that,” he grumbled, voice so muffled as to be nearly incomprehensible by the material. “He’s going to be furious.”
There was more to Jack’s distress than worry about the Doctor’s reaction, so Ianto rolled closer to him and rested his cheek on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around him comfortingly. “I’m furious with him as well. It’ll all be alright in the end.” He sighed and turned to rest his chin on Jack’s back. “It can’t end any other way.”
Laughing weakly, Jack rolled over onto his back and pulled Ianto back down on top of him. “Are you two going to fight over me?”
He hesitated and settled closer to Jack rather than look at him. “Am I going to have to?”
Jack’s arms wrapped around him, their warm strength holding him against Jack’s broad chest, and he curled his fingers around a strong biceps. It was enough reassurance, but Jack said, “You won when you gave me a chance to get to know you. To come to love you.”
“He might give you a chance,” he pointed out, trailing a finger across Jack’s shirt. “Once we get back there and he forgives us.”
“Too late.” Jack covered his hand and squeezed it. “He missed his chance, and I got away lightly.”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Dancing
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto are enjoying getting away from it all
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto watched Jack dive beneath the waves again and laughed, shading his eyes with a hand. The sun was warm and bright and he was still happily full from the meal they’d eaten at the lodge an hour ago, but Jack had dived straight into the water as soon as they’d reached the hidden cove, leaving his clothes in a pile on the beach for Ianto to tidy up. Birds wheeled above them, crying out to each other, and the wind drifted through the trees behind the cove and the vines that trailed down the cliff. The wildlife and vegetation were universally non-threatening, having been selected and introduced to the planet to create a sustainable ecosystem after it was terraformed, so when a crab scuttled up onto his hand he merely leaned back and turned his hand to watch it climb over his knuckles and explore the spaces between his fingers.
Jack emerged from the water, leaving a trail of water across the smooth, pinkish sand, and came to rest his folded arms on the top of the rock where Ianto was sitting. It was high enough that he could rest his chin on his arms and he did so, rubbing water out of his face periodically when it dripped out of his hair. “You’ve found a friend.”
“Well, you were busy.” He smiled over his fingers down and Jack and held the crab out to him. “No friends in the sea?”
“You wouldn’t join me.” Jack tilted his head on one side and smiled winningly. “You’d enjoy it if you came in.”
“Jack…” He sighed and reached out quickly to let the crab scuttle into Jack’s hair. “Alright then.”
Jack smiled brilliantly, then pushed off the rock and shook his head, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to dislodge the crab. “Ianto, you gave me crabs. We’ve never had sex and you still managed to give me crabs.”
He smothered his laughter as much as he could and used Jack’s distraction as a cover, undressing as quickly as he could so that when Jack turned, holding the crab out proudly despite its terrified scuttling, his eyes lit up to see Ianto standing in front of him in just his underwear. “Well done,” he said, determined not to laugh at Jack’s expression. “You caught a crab.”
It scuttled beneath the rock when Jack dropped it in favour of wrapping his hands around Ianto’s hips and pulling him closer. They leaned together and Ianto noted Jack’s arousal with interest. He’d long since got used to this disparity between them and the spaces needed to negotiate their way around it. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a work in progress. Jack swayed them, a twitch of his smile showing that he’d noticed as well. He pulled Ianto closer so that they were pressed cheek to cheek and brushed his lips against his temple. “My Time Lord.” His hands splayed possessively across Ianto’s back even as he pulled back to be able to look at him and meet his eyes. A calm realisation seemed to settle in his smile and he tilted his head on one side. “I love you”.
“I know.” He slid his hands down Jack’s arms and rested them on his wrists. “Still up for swimming?”
Jack laughed and tugged Ianto down the beach, into the surf. It felt cold at first, especially when it splashed across their chests, but once they were submerged and used to it Ianto could appreciate how much warmer it was than the water in Cardiff on the few occasions he’d been unfortunate enough to end up in it. He laughed when Jack dived under the surface and ducked to peer through the clear water and follow him out into the bay more. The water stung his eyes slightly but he barely noticed as he pushed himself to keep up with Jack. He was a strong swimmer for a human, and didn’t break the surface until several seconds after Ianto had expected him to.
He was laughing when Ianto surfaced next to him and shook his head, scattering water across them both from his short hair. “You nearly kept up with me back there,” he teased, “but I’m impressed with your breath control.”
“Bi-cardiovascular system,” Ianto pointed out. He wiped at his eyes and smiled at Jack. “You swim well.”
“When I’m not in the Bay, yeah.” He leaned back and floated on the water, reaching out to snag one of Ianto’s hands to stop himself drifting off. “I grew up by the sea, so long ago now.” His eyes closed against the glare of the sun and Ianto pulled him closer, wrapping his free hand around his upper arm to hold him in place against him. “Tiny place called the Boeshane Peninsular. Heard of it?”
Ianto closed his eyes and sighed. Inter-species conflicts of the Human Empire wouldn’t have been one of his chosen subjects, but it was a compulsory module and he’d learned the dates by rote. “Yeah, I heard of it.”
“Oh.” Jack was looking up at him with a heavy sadness when he opened his eyes. “The Wasting.”
“I’m sorry.” So few people had made it out of the Peninsular, and no whole families. Everyone who had been living there lost someone. Most of the survivors lost everyone. “It’s a fixed event. No way to change it…” He trailed off and squeezed Jack’s hand.
Eventually Jack squeezed back and righted himself in the water. He rested his wrists on Ianto’s shoulders, his fingers brushing the back and sides of his neck. “Let’s not talk about it, please?”
“Of course.” Ianto kissed him quickly and rested his hands on his hips, fingertips stroking over the wet cotton of his underpants absently. “There was a swimming pool on my training TARDIS. Six of us trained together, and three of us went swimming every morning.” He chuckled and shook his head. “The Map Maker and the Wandering Minstrel were my closest friends – we were united by our desire to record things, even if the Map Maker and I mocked the Wandering Minstrel for making it all up. The Lady was… well, imagine Paris Hilton training to fly a TARDIS.” He waited for Jack’s dramatic grimace before he continued, “Every society has them. And then there was the Astral Architect and Tiona, who kept themselves to themselves.”
Jack nodded understandingly. “You miss them.” It was a comment, not a question, so Ianto didn’t answer. “And then you trained at the Etillono Academy…” Ianto’s gaze snapped back to Jack, who grinned. “Oh, I got there in the end. Are you going to tell me what your training was?”
He hesitated, but the memories of his time at Etillono weren’t tinged with the grief that his time at the Time Academy now was – and he knew he hadn’t even touched the Doctor’s revelations yet – so he followed Jack’s lead and relaxed against him again, fingertips ticking at the sensitive skin on his side. “Battle butler,” he said at last, and Jack’s eyes lit up. “Not really, sorry. I did one year of training as a domestic research assistant.”
“Shame.” Jack leaned closer and his lips brushed against Ianto’s ear. “I always wanted my own personal battle butler. I don’t suppose you did a massage module?”
He quirked an eyebrow and tried not to laugh at Jack’s disappointed expression. “I am a quick learner,” he conceded, “so maybe you could teach me.”
Jack’s hands slid down Ianto’s arms until one settled on his elbow and the other wrapped around his hand and pulled it up between their chests. “There’s something else I’d like to teach you,” he said softly, watching Ianto’s expression closely. “Do you dance, Mr Jones?”
“I’m sure I could if I tried.” He slid his hand up Jack’s side to rest on his waist and followed his movements as Jack drifted them from side to side, up out of the water onto the beach. It was awkward at first and they stood on each other’s feet, but when Jack started humming gently they found the rhythm and swayed together at the edge of the surf.
The sun dipped to the horizon hours later and they redressed before walking back to the dock through the edge of the tropical forest. They had spent the day swimming, dancing and exploring the little cove. Stories of their youth had been abandoned in favour of discussing the planets they’d seen and the places they wanted to visit. Ianto’s mind was swimming with plans, and Jack had recognised enough to leave him to his thoughts as they walked. Their butler greeted them and accepted Jack’s instructions to serve dinner in an hour with a silent nod, and Jack trailed behind Ianto as he padded through the boat to the master stateroom and threw himself on the bed.
Jack leaned against the glass windows looking out across the deck for a while, but before long he returned to the bed and laid down with his head on Ianto’s stomach. Ianto reached down to stroke Jack’s hair and was rewarded with a smile. “Sorry, I did it again, didn’t I?”
“You were having an idea. I didn’t want to scare it away,” Jack teased him, closing his eyes and pouting when Ianto swatted him. “Anything productive happening up there?”
“Possibly.” He kept stroking Jack’s hair and scowled at the ceiling. “Just… potential ideas. And thinking… we’re going to have to give the TARDIS back.”
Jack groaned and rolled off him to bury his face in the duvet. “I wish you hadn’t reminded me about that,” he grumbled, voice so muffled as to be nearly incomprehensible by the material. “He’s going to be furious.”
There was more to Jack’s distress than worry about the Doctor’s reaction, so Ianto rolled closer to him and rested his cheek on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around him comfortingly. “I’m furious with him as well. It’ll all be alright in the end.” He sighed and turned to rest his chin on Jack’s back. “It can’t end any other way.”
Laughing weakly, Jack rolled over onto his back and pulled Ianto back down on top of him. “Are you two going to fight over me?”
He hesitated and settled closer to Jack rather than look at him. “Am I going to have to?”
Jack’s arms wrapped around him, their warm strength holding him against Jack’s broad chest, and he curled his fingers around a strong biceps. It was enough reassurance, but Jack said, “You won when you gave me a chance to get to know you. To come to love you.”
“He might give you a chance,” he pointed out, trailing a finger across Jack’s shirt. “Once we get back there and he forgives us.”
“Too late.” Jack covered his hand and squeezed it. “He missed his chance, and I got away lightly.”
Next chapter
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Date: 2011-08-12 06:30 pm (UTC)Anyhow here's me overanalysing your story, when of course you know what's happening!
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Date: 2011-08-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-08-12 09:58 pm (UTC)Crabs! *snorts, then laughs like crazy*
I'm actually looking forward to seeing the Doctor's reaction when they get back. But, for now, it's all peaceful.
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Date: 2011-08-15 06:03 am (UTC)As lovely as this is, they can never get away from sad memories, can they? Breaks my heart.
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