Title: Touch Me
Rating: Teen- sexual mentions, swearing.
Spoilers: Series one.
Summary: Jack wants to be touched.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
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Touch me. You touched me possessively. You were in charge. You barely knew me.
Touch me. You touched me flirtatiously. You caught me off guard, put me off my swagger. How did you do that? Nobody can do that. How the hell did you do it? Just a pretty little tea boy, or so I thought then.
Touch me. I kissed you. You punched me. Anger. So much anger and hate and longing between us.
Touch me. You wouldn’t touch me. You wouldn’t meet my eyes. We didn’t know how to be with each other.
Touch me. I reached out. Your shoulder under my hand. I could feel your nervous twitching under my palm.
Touch me. You touched me. Fingers brushing mine against a hot mug. You smiled. A real smile. A shared smile.
Touch me. You kissed me. Soft hesitant lips against mine.
Touch me. You reached out to me. Soft embraces in the dark. We held, touched each other night after night, soothing our loneliness away.
Touch me. You touched me shyly. You kissed me sweetly. I wanted to hold you close, show you real pleasure.
Touch me. I held you close. I took you to my bed, fucked you hard, kissed you soft.
Touch me. You held onto me tight, gazed at me like I was the only thing in the world for you. I’ll never forget that look in your eyes. Trust, that’s what it was.
Touch me. I see that look in your eyes whenever I touch you, whenever we are together. Your trust is absolute, yet you’re never afraid to question me.
Touch me. I search for your feelings in your eyes. I long to know, yet I fear the truth. If you get too close, I’ll hurt you. I know it.
Touch me. I touch you, see the pleasure in your eyes, in your entire body. I ache to please you, to show you my feelings with my touch. You understand me. But you won’t listen when I try to show how I feel with my hands. I think you’re scared.
Touch me. I’m scared. I’m scared of you loving me. I’m scared of loving you. I’m scared we can never love each other. Scared we won’t be able to help ourselves.
Touch me. I need you. I need you to touch me. I need to feel you against me. I need you to be mine. I need you always to be mine.
Touch me. You’re gazing at me, a smile tweaking your mouth. “You’ve been staring at me for quite some time now, Jack.”
Touch me. “Just thinking about when I can take you to bed.”
Touch me. Your smile widens and you close the file in your hand and put it down on my desk. “How about now?”
Touch me. I want to pull you into my arms, touch you all over, feel you touch me and kiss me. But something stops me from asking. I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m never afraid.
Touch me. But you make me frightened of myself, of what feelings I have inside. You step closer. You are looking into my eyes, trying to work me out. This scares me too.
Touch me. Please, Ianto. I need you to take me in your arms.
Touch me. Touch me now. Please.
Touch me. You’re reaching out. You put your head on one wide and consider me. Your fingertips brush my cheek and then you are stepping closer, pulling me into your arms and kissing me hard.
You are touching me. Your hand caresses my cheek.
You are kissing me. Your lips are soft, your tongue possessive.
You are holding me. You arms are around me, firm but gentle, holding me to your chest.
I am in your arms. I am safe. I am loved. You are loved. We both know it.