a_silver_story | Silver Service by a_silver_story

Title: Silver Service
Author:

a_silver_story
Chapter: 12/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...

Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.

The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.

Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!

Torchwood Index/Masterlist

FIRST PART | Chapter 1

Ianto paced the room as Jack slept, the cold, steely morning light just about leaking under the curtains as the sun began to rise. He was trying not to fret, trying not to think about what Jack had unintentionally said, trying not to think of its implications. It could be nothing ... he told himself. Just a misunderstanding ... He didn’t think it was likely, but it was a thought to hold on to until Jack woke up. He had resolutely decided not to wake Jack himself, in case Jack thought him needy or accusatory, but let him come around and then ask him.

Pausing his pacing, Ianto bit his lip. Did he have any right to ask Jack why he was sighing someone else’s name in his sleep? Jack had called him his lover, but did that really mean the same to Jack as it did to him? Ianto had believed he cared, and cared deeply, and that maybe they were falling in love with each other. Had he been naive? Had Jack been playing him all along? Jack knew how to play him so well, after all ...

He wondered if he was just a toy to Jack – something to be played with and manipulated into a position he wanted, then tossed aside once the novelty or challenge had worn off. Resuming his pacing, Ianto felt anxiety rise in his chest, extra nervous energy flowing through him and making it hard to keep still. What if Jack did get bored of him? What if he was just left behind someplace he didn’t know? In a few days, they were moving on, and Jack had promised to take Ianto with him. What if one day, Jack would move on and leave Ianto where he was, alone and defenceless and with no hope of getting a job? He doubted that, bored with him, Jack would give him much money. When he had been a temporary plaything, it had been different. Now Jack housed him, fed him, bought the expensive silks and wools that covered his back – he gave Ianto a little money to buy things he wanted, but only if he asked for it and told him what it was for.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked a sleepy, grumpy voice from the bed.

Ianto stilled his pacing, squinting in the light as Jack flicked on the lamp on the bedside table. “Just ... restless ...” he shrugged as casually as he could, turning away from Jack and crossing to the dresser, arranging things and rearranging them out of nervous habit. He knew Jack was watching his back, eyes burning the skin of his shoulder blades, and eventually the mattress springs creaked as Jack crossed the room and slipped his arms around Ianto's waist from behind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, kissing his neck and squeezing him a little.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” replied Ianto, stepping away from his touch and trying to walk to the bathroom. Jack caught his arm, an iron grip keeping him still, his eyes raking over Ianto's face and trying to figure out what was wrong.

He frowned. “Bad dream?” he asked.

Ianto gave a weak laugh. “I wish ...” he muttered. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone.”

Jack, however, did the complete opposite. He pulled Ianto into him, pressing their bodies together and holding him there by locking his arms around his shoulders and back. “Tell me ...” he demanded softly, stroking the hair at the base of Ianto's skull.

Ianto sighed heavily. “I ... couldn’t help but notice you were having a very nice dream last night ...” he practically snapped.

Jack laughed, a little confused. “Y’know ... if I’m hard I really don’t mind you waking me up, if that’s what you want ...”

Ianto tried to push back, and growled in exasperation when Jack wouldn’t let him go. “No. That wasn’t what I wanted.” he scowled.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You were saying someone else’s name in your sleep, Jack!”

The Captain pulled back from him slightly so that they could look each other in the eye. Ianto tried his best not to look hurt, sure that Jack would laugh at him and tell him to get over it, he had no right to demand fidelity – let alone fidelity when Jack wasn’t even aware or conscious. Jack, however, looked solemn, and Ianto found that a little bit of a relief.

“I ... I’m sorry, Ianto.” he said quietly, biting his lip.

“Don’t be.” snapped Ianto, successfully pushing him off and walking away from him, back turned. “It’s not like I’m supposed to expect any form of loyalty from you – even though you called me your lover ...”

Jack followed him to the wardrobe, where Ianto was now taking his time to pick out a suit.

“I did call you my lover.” Jack agreed. “And ... I was asleep, Ianto! I can’t help it if my mind wanders ...”

“You could have kept quiet about it ...” Ianto muttered bitterly, laying the suit over the bed and going to the bathroom, running warm water into the sink.

“Again: I was asleep. I’m not going to apologize another time, so you can stop trying to make me.”

“I ... I’m not trying to make you do anything!” Ianto spluttered. “If anyone’s being manipulative, it’s you!” he snapped, splashing water over his face.

“Me? How have I been manipulative?”

“Oh no. Ohh, no you don’t. You’re not playing the innocent party with me, Captain Harkness!” Ianto said with a mock-laugh. “It wasn’t me that wanted to be friends! It wasn’t me that wanted to be intimate! It wasn’t me that wanted to be lovers!” he spat.

“Oh – so I forced you into this then, did I? I forced you to want more from me? I forced you to want to be with me?”

Ianto squared his shoulders, folding his arms across his chest. “You play me. You make it so I can’t help but want you – remember the first day we met? The second you realized rough and tumble, master and servant didn’t work, you changed tactic. You saw I reacted to your gentleness and you took advantage of that and played me like a violin – God, how have I been so stupid!” he practically yelled.

Jack averted his gaze. “That ... that may have been how it started out ...” he said quietly. “But ... less than two hours later, it changed. You ... I changed. Ianto – I’ve never met anyone like-”

“Don’t say it. ‘Never met anyone like you’ bullshit is getting you nowhere. Sweet words that essentially mean nothing – everyone is different, and you never meet anyone like anyone else twice, so cut that bollocks and at least try and think of lies that I might believe!”

Jack stared at him, snapping his mouth shut and folding his own arms across his chest, mirroring Ianto's defensive pose. “So everything I do or say from now on will be taken as false and meaningless, right?”

“It was always false and meaningless, wasn’t it, Jack?” Ianto shot back.

“You have serious issues, you know that?” Jack snapped.

“I do not have ‘issues’! You’re the one with the ... the ... the God Complex!”

“I ... okay, I get your point there ...” conceded Jack. “But ... really ... you’re beyond paranoid, Ianto! Why can’t you trust me when I say I have honest ... attachment ... to you?”

“Ha!” Ianto laughed bitterly. “Your only attachment to me is through money ties and my own desperation. I could leave tomorrow and you wouldn’t notice – well, your prick might, but it’ll be a few days before the rest of you catches up!”

“So everything I did to keep you and make you mine means nothing to you?” Jack asked, his voice cracking a little in what Ianto mentally labelled as ‘the perfect place’.

He scowled to himself. “Greed is different to need, or ... ‘attachment.’” he replied, his words dripping with venom.

Jack tried to step closer to him. “It wasn’t like that! I ... you ... I felt different. You ... when I’m with you ... it’s ... it’s different and I need you, Ianto! I. Need. You!”

Deciding to abandon any thoughts of shaving, Ianto pulled the plug out of the sink and marched past Jack and back into the bedroom, opening his underwear drawer and trying to hide the fact he was biting back tears.

“Ianto ... will you stop a minute? Just for a moment – listen to me! Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little bit?”

Ianto froze, then rounded on him, his voice getting louder and louder. “‘Overreacting’? I’m ‘overreacting’? Overreacting because my life isn’t my own? Overreacting because everything I’ve ever known has been swept from under my feet and thrown away just so that I could be with you? Overreacting because the only woman I’ve loved had to be sent away so that she wouldn’t be murdered because. Of. You?”

“You ... you what?” Jack roared. “You ... you said you’d never been in love! You lied to me! You’re talking about honesty and loyalty and you were the one basing everything on lies!”

“I did not lie! I didn’t know - there’s a difference.” Ianto retorted. “And I didn’t realize I’d ever loved her until she was gone. And she’s gone because of you! Why did you have to mention her to that bitch of a wife? Why couldn’t you have just let it lie?”

“Because Adeiola lied to me!”

“And you knew what Adeiola was like! For once, couldn’t you have just thought ahead and considered the implications for other people rather than just yourself all the time!”

“So all the money I’ve poured into research finding a cure for my daughter is all about me, is it?” Jack challenged.

“Well ... when she dies you’ll be unhappy. And we couldn’t possibly have an unhappy Earl now, could we?”

Ianto stumbled back as the back of Jack’s hand collided with his face. He looked up at him in shock, both of them knowing that they had crossed a line verbally and physically. Ianto stepped back and sank to the floor, his back leaning against the wall. Jack put his hands behind his back, lowering himself down slowly and unthreateningly, sitting beside him and biting his lip. “I’m sorry.” he said quietly. “I ... I didn’t mean to ... you ... I can’t believe you said that ...”

Ianto didn’t reply, remaining silent and staring straight ahead, absently massaging the pain out of his cheek.

“Ianto?” Jack said his name quietly, biting back tears as the emotional weight of their argument began to settle on his heart. “Ianto ... I ... didn’t mean to ... Ianto? Say something?”

Still he was silent, Jack biting his lip until he was sure it was going to bleed, his eyes drifting to the little stitch in Ianto's bottom lip and wishing he could lean down and kiss it better. “Ianto?” he tried again, trying to reach out to touch him but getting no response. He decided to leave him alone with his thoughts. He was about to heave himself up, when Ianto's hand reached out and held him still.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, his eyes fogging over as he remembered. “Even at the orphanage ...” he said quietly. “... when the people who wanted a kid came ... we had to stand up and turn around slowly ... like we were on display in a shop. That’s all I’ve ever known, Jack. ‘Stand up. Let the nice man look at you, Ianto.’. My whole life. My. Whole. Life. Can you imagine that Jack? Constantly people looking you up and down, their own whims and fancies ruling your life? I hated it, Jack. While I was at Sarah Jane’s, she wouldn’t let them look. Their eyes would follow me when they got a chance ... constantly burning into my skin ... constantly watched. Constantly assessed. Constantly having a price mentally pasted to my arsehole. And ... and then I met you. And ... for the first time ... I felt ... you ... you made me feel like I was worth more than just what someone would pay for me. Can you understand that, Jack?”

Ianto looked him in the eye, raw emotion welling up and spilling over his cheeks.

“I ... I don’t think I can imagine that ...” Jack replied, gently putting his arm around Ianto's shoulders and pulling him closer to hold him.

“Do you understand my paranoia?” Ianto asked, tucking his head under Jack’s chin and half-heartedly returning the embrace.

“I think I understand a little more.” replied Jack, stroking his hair. “But ... please, believe me, Ianto. My feelings are genuine. I want you to be mine – not in the sense of ownership, but as my lover. I’m sorry ... I ... I’m sorry I dreamt that little addition last night ... but ... I can’t control that ...”

Ianto frowned. “Addition?”

“Yeah ... addition ... er ... how many names was I saying last night?”

“Just the one.”

“Oh ... well ... if it makes you feel any better: you were there, too.” Jack smirked at the memory.

“I was ... what?”

“You were there too ... heh ... it didn’t click that maybe you didn’t actually know what I was dreaming about ...”

Ianto sat up. “You were dreaming about me?”

“Yep!” grinned Jack. “... and for some reason you had a stopwatch.”

“A ... stopwatch?”

“Yeah. An antique one – I think I might have to buy you one. Just to see if it’s as fun in real life as it is in dreamland ...”

Ianto smiled at him, then faltered. “Erm ... Jack? Who ... who is ‘John’?”

Jack shifted a little. “He’s ... he’s my ex-Civil Partner.”

“You still have sex dreams about your ex?” Ianto asked with a raised eyebrow.

“In my defence ... he is hot. Even if he is getting a little old ...”

“Oh ... what ... happened? Y’know ... why did you get the Partnership dissolved?”

“We just ...” Jack shrugged. “... grew apart, I suppose. He wanted to carry on living the wild and free – incredibly drunken life – we had been leading at the time, I wanted to grow up and take up my responsibilities. He still ... I dunno. He still loves me, I think. Sometimes he’ll pop up and beg me to take him back, but you just ignore him.”

“Even though you still have sex dreams about him?”

Jack sniggered. “Really ... he is that hot. But ... not really ‘abandon everything’ material. I won’t touch him, I promise. Well ... not unless you’re there ...”

“... with a stopwatch?” offered Ianto, and Jack sniggered again and they fell into the most comfortable silence they’d shared since the night before. “How ... how did you meet John?” asked Ianto, curious.

“Oh ... we were in the services together. I was RAF and he was Territorial, so really it was a case of forbidden love ...”

Ianto gave him a blank look.

“Oh ... RAF and ground forces don’t generally see eye to eye.” he explained. “I don’t know why. But anyway ... I was a young Captain, he was a young Captain ... he had this gorgeous red jacket and a swagger that made you wish you were single. And don’t get me started on his cheekbones ...”

Ianto frowned, realizing something. “Red jacket, Captain John ... Captain John Hart?”

Jack’s stomach plummeted, remembering he’d sent John to check up on Ianto's faithfulness in the weeks he’d been away. “How ... how ... how do you ...?”

Ianto scowled. “He ... he came to see me. While you were away ...”

“What do you mean? ‘Came to see you’?” Jack asked, lying through his teeth and feeling the guilt sit heavy in his heart.

“Sarah Jane tried to make me sleep with him, but I drugged him.” Ianto explained quickly. “And there was another ... Colonel something. But I sent him down to Owen. No one touched me ... I swear ... Jack, I promise you, no one touched me!”

Ianto sounded a little panicky, so Jack decided it was probably best to soothe him and continue his ‘oblivious’ lie. “It’s alright ... I believe you.” he muttered, kissing Ianto's hair and cheek.

“I swear.” insisted Ianto.

“I believe you. And ... I’ll have words with John, okay? Find out what the hell he thought he was doing.”

Ianto nodded. “If you want to. I don’t mind. Nothing happened.”

“With him or Oduya?”

“Nothing.” Ianto insisted. “But you know that.” he said flatly.

“Yep.”

“You have confidence in my every word.”

“Exactly.” smiled Jack.

“So much confidence, you could even guess which Colonel I was talking about?”

Jack frowned, then realized that Ianto hadn’t actually told him the name of the Colonel that had gone to see him. “John and Oduya are inseparable. If one does something, the other has to follow suit. I’m sorry for knowing my ex-Civil Partner so well as to link him with a suspiciously familiar-sounding entity.” Jack snapped defensively.

Ianto narrowed his eyes, then sighed in defeat. “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” he said, too tired to argue anymore and too emotionally drained to focus on the subject too long. He stood, leaving Jack on the floor, and picked his suit up off the bed, placing it back in the wardrobe. “Got anything planned today?” he asked Jack, and Jack shook his head, rising to his feet. “Then let’s stay in bed until this time tomorrow. Like we used to.” he persuaded, reaching out for Jack’s hand and pulling him onto the mattress beside him.

The first thing Jack did was press a gentle kiss to the stitch on Ianto's lip, before running his hands over his chest and shoulder, pulling him in as his tongue probed forward and they held each other as they kissed. Ianto pushed him back, straddling his waist, dropping his head and biting and licking his neck and shoulder as Jack arched his back and pressed up in between Ianto's legs. Ianto was working his way lower, flicking his tongue over a nipple and nipping the skin around it gently, working his hands under the waistband of Jack’s boxers and stroking him harder as he writhed and moaned beneath him. Ianto knelt up, pulling his own underwear down his thighs as Jack raised his hands and squeezed Ianto’s erection, making him tip his head back and hum in delight as the heat from Jack’s fingers shot through him.

He gasped as a hot tongue flicked over the head of his cock, Jack propping himself up on his elbows so that he could move his mouth down the length while Ianto fought the urge to thrust forward. He couldn’t restrain himself much longer, and he arched his back as he bucked a little, and Jack let him slip down into this neck. Ianto panted even more, his eyes dark with lust, moving tentatively and thrusting again into Jack’s throat, their eyes meeting and Jack urging Ianto to move faster and harder. Ianto placed a hand on each of Jack’s shoulders, holding him steady as they found a rhythm, Jack gently pushing him away as he became too hard and erratic. Ianto dropped heavily onto his back, slipping off his boxers and drawing up his knees as Jack slipped a gel-covered finger inside him.

Jack’s mobile rang, and Ianto nearly reached over and threw it out of the window in distress as Jack retrieved it from the bedside table and answered it. “Harkness.” he barked, returning to his position between Ianto's legs and continuing to prepare him with a smirk. “Adeiola, hi!” he said, and Ianto moaned as the finger inside him curled into his prostate. “Oh ... just ... a lazy day ... y’know ...” continued Jack, withdrawing his finger almost the whole way, curling the end to make it easier to slip a second one into Ianto's body. Ianto bit his lip and writhed, moaning a little. “That was ... that was the door.” Jack explained to his wife. “I know ... they need to lubricate it or something ...” he smirked, as Ianto bit his lips and winced as he caught the stitch on the corner of his mouth.

“Gonna come, Jack ...” he whispered, trying to push Jack’s hand out of him. Jack carried on his conversation, curling his fingers and rubbing Ianto's sweet spot again, making him gasp and pant, his eyes rolling. “Jack ... stop ... gonna ... come ... ah!”

Jack covered the receiver with his shoulder. “Hang on one second – don’t you dare come.” He returned the phone to his ear. “Sorry. Trouble with the entertainment. Yeah ... well, it’s your own fault ...” he was saying, moving his fingers minutely in and out of Ianto as he fought to stave off his orgasm, trying to think of anything other than Jack’s hand inside him.

“Aww ... you’re no fun!” Jack chided down the phone, then hanging up. “Yeah ... she suspected I was fucking you while talking to her. I think she might have been jealous ...” Jack whispered, pulling his fingers out. “Good boy ... you didn’t come ...”

“Little less conversation ...” he groaned in reply, and Jack chuckled throatily as he prepared himself to fuck Ianto. “Not gonna last long ...” muttered Ianto, slurring his words a little as Jack nudged his way inside his body.

“You can’t come until I do.” murmured Jack, trailing kisses down Ianto's jawline and neck, finding a spot that made Ianto shiver beautifully and making a mental note to find it again when coherent thought was easier.

“I bloody can.” snapped Ianto, not being able to bring himself to care about Jack’s game.

“If you come before I do ...” Jack began, mock-threatening.

“Then I can fully concentrate on making you come as hard as possible.” he groaned. “Please just move ...”

Jack pouted, but his self-control was beyond shot, and it was all he could do not to pound hard and fast, drawing out his thrusts and feeling Ianto's heels digging into the small of his back. “Oh ... Ianto ...” he gasped, gazing down at him, lowering his head and pressing their mouths together, trapping Ianto's dick between their bodies and Jack’s smooth stomach rubbing it against their skin as he rocked in and out of Ianto.

Gasping and writhing, Ianto could feel himself getting closer and closer, the edge pretty much clawing him forward as the man he now called his lover forced his tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately. He groaned as Jack broke away from him, holding his head in his hands, their noses touching and their eyes centimetres from each other. Ianto ran his hands over the planes of Jack’s back, feeling the muscles working beneath the skin and relaxing under his touch. He tried to raise his head and initiate a kiss, but Jack held him down, his hands still either side of his face as he gasped Jack’s name.

He lasted longer than he thought he would, finally letting go, staring up into Jack’s eyes and seeing his own satisfaction reflected as hot wetness spilled between their stomachs. Jack was still moving inside him as he came back to himself, chasing his own oblivion, and Ianto remembered how well the Captain had responded last time he’d tried speaking during sex. His mind drew a blank on what to say, and he ran he eyes over Jack’s face, neck and torso while thinking. A couple of minutes passed, and Ianto – still sensitive from his orgasm – was starting to recover, his prick getting hard as Jack leant low and making his stomach brush against it. He moaned loudly as Jack changed the angle, then pulled out of him and made him lie on his side, lying behind him and lifting his leg. Pushing in again with ease, he used one hand to support Ianto and firmly hold their bodies together, and the other to massage the tip of Ianto's hardening cock.

Ianto flung an arm above him, pressing it into the wall to stop his head hitting it with the strength of Jack’s thrusts, keeping his legs as wide as he could, using a hand behind a knee to make it easier. He gasped and panted. “Oh ... I love having you inside me, Jack ...” he groaned.

“I love being inside you.” Jack replied, equally out of breath and desperate to come.

Ianto hadn’t quite expected to have a conversation – Jack had, before, just listened. He decided to go with it anyway. “I love it when you do me so hard ...” he breathed.

Jack moaned, changing the angle of his thrusts, slowing a moment before speeding up again. “I love that you take it so hard.”

Ianto cried out as Jack hit his prostate straight on with a particularly hard thrust, throwing his head back onto Jack’s shoulder. “I love it when you fuck me ...”

Jack mm’d and bit his pulse point gently.

“... but I love fucking you more ...”

The Captain tensed and came, and Ianto felt hot liquid heat spilling inside him. Jack’s hand draped over him and stroked his cock hard, and he tilted his head back, panting as he came into Jack’s palm. Jack licked his palm, then reached for tissues to clean off Ianto's tummy as best he could, smiling at him and stroking his hair with his free hand. Ianto lay there and let him do it, smiling dozily back and flicking his nose affectionately.

“We should talk dirty more often.” grinned Jack when he’d finished, tucking his head under Ianto's chin as arms curled around him.

“It wasn’t exactly ‘talking dirty’, was it?” Ianto asked, wondering aloud. “Whatever it was ... it’s too difficult to think about during the act. Can’t we just ... I dunno ... write the phrases we want to hear on post-its and hold them up whenever’s convenient?”

Jack sniggered. “But then I don’t get the beautiful Welsh vowels or your baritone timbre.” he pouted, unconsciously trailing his finger in the shape of a ‘J’ on Ianto's chest.

Sighing, Ianto settled down and closed his eyes, yawning. “I’m shattered. I’ve hardly slept.” he complained.

“I’m tired too. Keeping you entertained is hard work ...”

Ianto frowned in mock confusion. “Hmmm. I seem to remember you telling your wife that there was a problem with the entertainment. I didn’t notice a fault. I may have to test it again later ...” he sighed regretfully.

Jack gave a small laugh. “Get some sleep first. I’ll wake you up for breakfast.” He raised his head and smiled at him, but he eyes were closed and he didn’t see.

“Yeah ... breakfast ...” Ianto agree sleepily, barely aware of what he was saying as sleep took him. “ .... mmm ... love you, Jack ...”

Jack stared at him, his mouth slightly open, the sudden admission taking him by surprise – well, more than surprise – he was shocked! Ianto was too sleep-addled to have realized he’d admitted his feelings, and Jack’s heart was racing as he put his head back on Ianto's chest, biting his lip in worry and closing his eyes as he relaxed into Ianto's embrace.

“Suppose I ... y’know ... feel the same way about you.” he said out loud, even if Ianto couldn’t hear it.

FIN

Yay! Bed again!

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