Title: The Captain and The Boy 7/65
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, Ianto/Others
Ratings: Adult – graphic sex and some violence throughout
Spoilers: General spoilers for first 2 series
Summary: An AU version of Jack, Ianto and Torchwood. Some pre-series.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: With thanks to oncomingscone and rowanheart24 for their glorious help! Comments make me write more. I hope you enjoy this. I’ve been working on this story for nearly a year and it’s finally finished. I’ve very proud of it and I hope it’s good enough for my lovely readers! This is a finished series and won’t be abandoned. I’m planning to post a chapter a day (at roughly the same time) until it’s finished.
“What have you found out?” Jack asked, looking around the conference table at his team. Over the past several days, they’d been working hard; analysing evidence, searching databases, and trying to get the police to release their information. Jack had spent the days barking out orders and trying not to think about Ianto’s sad eyes and hurt body.
“I found the kid on our database. James Cooper. Nineteen years old. Born and raised in
Jack sighed. “Okay. Owen, what about you?”
“The slime’s definitely spunk all right,” he said, smirking as Tosh pulled a disgusted face.
“Alien spunk, to be specific. I’ve inputted the DNA into the database so we’ll see what it comes up with but it does look like we’re dealing with an alien murderer here.”
“Hmm. What about the other bodies? Tosh?”
Tosh pushed her glasses up her nose. “All male. All young.” She glanced down at her notes. “Youngest sixteen. Oldest twenty five. None of them seemed to have a permanent address.”
“Okay, so aliens are murdering young homeless men, possibly after having sex with them. Owen, be as quick as you can with that analysis. There’s far too much alien life around for us to pinpoint who these guys are without a species identification.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Jack stood up. “Get on it. I’m going out.” He turned and walked away, feeling them watching him. They were always watching him these days, worrying about him, waiting for him to yell, burst into tears and fall apart. But he wasn’t going to. He was holding himself together. And now he had something to focus on.
The boy is there. Jack gazes at him from a distance, watching the slow, stilted way he is moving, seeing the pain in his eyes. No bruises show, no physical evidence of his injuries that Jack can see. Maybe he’s covered them with make up. But there is a haunted, lonely look in those soft blue eyes. Jack wants to soothe him, make everything better but he doesn’t know if he’ll be allowed.
Cautiously, Jack goes closer until Ianto sees him and smiles a little. Jack reaches him, opens his mouth to speak, to ask how the boy is but Ianto shakes his head.
“Shush, Captain,” he whispers. “No words.”
Jack moves closer, takes Ianto in his arms and kisses him. He’s been thinking about kissing him, thinking about brushing those soft lips with his own. The boy melts into the kiss, pressing into Jack and whimpering softly.
Jack nibbles on his lower lip, not quite hard enough to hurt. Ianto pushes his hips forwards. Jack can feel the boy’s cock pressing against the denim, reaching for Jack.
Jack is gentle. He reaches out for Ianto, strokes his face, then lets his hand move lower, all the way down to the front of his jeans. He reaches in, feels for the hitch in the boy’s breathing.
They kiss deeply, passionately, grabbing for each other and holding on tight. Jack doesn’t want to let go, not ever. He wants to hold onto this boy, keep him forever.
Ianto’s fingers grip Jack’s coat collar like he too would like to hold on forever. Jack fumbles with the fastenings of their pants and gets them both open. He tugs out his own cock and brushes it against Ianto’s.
They don’t speak. They make no noise except for their heavy breathing and their shared moans and whimpers. They are oblivious to the noises of the city around them.
Jack grasps their cocks in one hand, claims Ianto’s mouth in a fierce kiss and presses their bodies together. He wraps his other arm around Ianto, holds him securely.
He moves his hand fast, feeling Ianto gasp against him. Jack opens his eyes, watches the boy’s face as he brings him off. The boy’s eyes are closed, his mouth open. Quick little breaths escape the boy’s mouth. His lips are wet and Jack gazes at them as his hand moves faster and faster.
The boy cries out, not words but unintelligible moans and whimpers. Jack absorbs each sound eagerly, watching the flicker of Ianto’s eyes.
Ianto reaches for him, brushing Jack’s cock lightly. Jack presses his mouth to Ianto’s and comes, his cries swallowed by Ianto’s body.
They open their eyes and gaze at each other for a long moment. Then Jack tidies himself away, then reaches into his pocket and brings out Ianto’s money. Ianto doesn’t look at the notes, just pushes them into his pocket and reaches out to touch the insignia on Jack’s shoulder.
“Goodbye, Captain,” he whispers, then pushes Jack away gently.
Jack smiles, then turns and walks away, walks home.