[The press of Jack’s mouth against his throat makes that pulse beat a little faster, but so does that admission.
To realize I had it here.
Ianto spent too long thinking he would never hear Jack say ‘I love you,’ but this…this is so much more. So much he never let himself fully want it, let himself be happy Jack had found something close with John.
For a second he’s back in Jack’s office, watching those beautiful blue eyes glow as he admits to being happy he was there. With Ianto.
Because he loves him.
Like that moment, he’s overcome with it—the sweet ache of being known and desired for his heart as well as his body, and he has to kiss Jack or he’ll die.
Gathering his face between his hands, Ianto kisses Jack because he can’t swallow him down. He kisses him because he can’t open his ribcage and draw Jack into himself to keep him safe, keep him forever.
He kisses Jack because he can’t communicate any of that with superficial, paltry words.]
[Jack lets out a short noise of surprise as Ianto's mouth covers his, and almost simultaneously moves to press his free hand against Ianto's back to pull him as close as possible as he kisses Ianto back. And keeps kissing him, until he feels just a little dizzy and absolutely has to break away for breath.
Then he lets out a breathy laugh, grinning.]
Y'know, all this time I still somehow thought you were the one more freaked out over the idea of me sticking around.
['who said anything about relationships?' rings in his head. But he supposes it's not fair to Ianto to assume he hadn't changed his feelings about that, that he hasn't decided he wants more, not just sharing a bed or even a home, but--whatever he had with Lisa, or something close.
But has been, all this time. Hasn't been giving Ianto enough credit, kept thinking that Ianto saw him…not as harshly as lots of other people, but probably at least beliving him incapable of putting down those kinds of roots. Especially since he's presumably read everything all those old Torchwood agents wrote about him, a lot of it rumor or outright slander but some of it…very not.]
[Those same words ring in Ianto’s memory as he tries to catch his breath around the crushing desire to drag Jack in again despite being just as dizzy from that lack or air. Words spoken with that last echo of anger still edging his loneliness and the desire he hadn’t even realized was growing in him. Too angry to let himself have more, too despondent to think it mattered…
Now he has Jack in his bed, sharing his home—another wonderful, beautiful man sharing his heart with both of them that he never would have met if not for Jack. Jack, who has been ready to kill for him, Jack who suffered two thousand years under Cardiff and wrapped him up in his arms when he awoke…Jack who has forgiven him even the blackest sins.
Ianto smiles softly, gently tangling both his hands in Jack’s hair.]
Yes, well—if you’d like the words, I’m officially saying something about a relationship.
[The smile melts into a grin as he pulls Jack in to kiss him again, breathing the rest against his mouth.]
You’re in one, mate—and you’ll have to die, permanently, to get out of it.
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Date: 2023-11-27 03:59 am (UTC)To realize I had it here.
Ianto spent too long thinking he would never hear Jack say ‘I love you,’ but this…this is so much more. So much he never let himself fully want it, let himself be happy Jack had found something close with John.
For a second he’s back in Jack’s office, watching those beautiful blue eyes glow as he admits to being happy he was there. With Ianto.
Because he loves him.
Like that moment, he’s overcome with it—the sweet ache of being known and desired for his heart as well as his body, and he has to kiss Jack or he’ll die.
Gathering his face between his hands, Ianto kisses Jack because he can’t swallow him down. He kisses him because he can’t open his ribcage and draw Jack into himself to keep him safe, keep him forever.
He kisses Jack because he can’t communicate any of that with superficial, paltry words.]
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Date: 2023-12-01 12:38 am (UTC)Then he lets out a breathy laugh, grinning.]
Y'know, all this time I still somehow thought you were the one more freaked out over the idea of me sticking around.
['who said anything about relationships?' rings in his head. But he supposes it's not fair to Ianto to assume he hadn't changed his feelings about that, that he hasn't decided he wants more, not just sharing a bed or even a home, but--whatever he had with Lisa, or something close.
But has been, all this time. Hasn't been giving Ianto enough credit, kept thinking that Ianto saw him…not as harshly as lots of other people, but probably at least beliving him incapable of putting down those kinds of roots. Especially since he's presumably read everything all those old Torchwood agents wrote about him, a lot of it rumor or outright slander but some of it…very not.]
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Date: 2023-12-01 12:50 am (UTC)Now he has Jack in his bed, sharing his home—another wonderful, beautiful man sharing his heart with both of them that he never would have met if not for Jack. Jack, who has been ready to kill for him, Jack who suffered two thousand years under Cardiff and wrapped him up in his arms when he awoke…Jack who has forgiven him even the blackest sins.
Ianto smiles softly, gently tangling both his hands in Jack’s hair.]
Yes, well—if you’d like the words, I’m officially saying something about a relationship.
[The smile melts into a grin as he pulls Jack in to kiss him again, breathing the rest against his mouth.]
You’re in one, mate—and you’ll have to die, permanently, to get out of it.