a_silver_story | Torchwood IMs: Ianto's Gift

Title: Ianto's Gift
Chapter: 79
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper
Author:

a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut
Rating: R
Warnings: M.M implied
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.
Summary: See title, really.

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JACK has entered the conversation

RHIANNON: Oi!
RHIANNON: Stop being mean to my dick of a brother!

JACK: It's his fault!

RHIANNON: At first - but now you're just being childish.

JACK: Am not.

RHIANNON: ... are too.

JACK: Am NOT.

RHIANNON: *rolls eyes* I'm not going to directly reply to that.

JACK: Whatever. Leave me alone please.

RHIANNON: No!
RHIANNON: You know you secretly want me to talk you into forgiving Ianto so that you can both grow up and be happy again.

JACK: I think I miss the old you
JACK: The one that hated me. And stalked me.
JACK: Supportive Rhiannon is a tad unnerving.

RHIANNON: Rhiannon is a bit pissed, so can't drive over there to nut ya one.

JACK: As if! You honestly think you'd fare well in a fight with me?

RHIANNON: I'm a bit pissed. Right now I believe I could beat Amir Khan.

JACK: Care to give it a go? And you type very well for an apparent drunkard.

RHIANNON: Ohhh stop it. Grow a set!
RHIANNON: And it's not my fault my coordination improves with alcohol. I used to type stuff up for the Lib Dems.

JACK: I don't think I need advice on how to deal with my relationship from you :) thanks.

RHIANNON: Well you're not exactly doing well by yourself ...

JACK: I'm doing fine.

RHIANNON: If you're doing so well, why are you two no longer on speaking terms?
RHIANNON: Okay ... so he put his foot in his mouth. You caught him off guard! What do you expect?

JACK: A little finesse?

RHIANNON: Ianto thrives on routine. You disrupt that routine, he's out of his depth and he does silly things.

JACK: He hasn't even apologized for it!

RHIANNON: Would you listen long enough for him to apologize?
RHIANNON: He's getting fed up of you.
RHIANNON: In fact, he's so fed up of you he asked me if I wanted a job taking coffee from the kitchen to your office because he's fed up of you ignoring him when he takes it through himself.

JACK: He hasn't brought me any coffee today.

RHIANNON: Take the hint *rolls eyes*
RHIANNON: Unless, of course, you're going to end it with him ...

JACK: Oh yeah ... you'd like that wouldn't you ...

RHIANNON: Not any more.
RHIANNON: ... though I think Fflur is still interested. Maybe they could hook up now that you're officially a 'bad boyfriend'

JACK: :O
JACK: Am not! I was the one that made him breakfast and told him ... y'know ... how I feel and stuff.

RHIANNON: It was a tiny little slip of the tongue! At first, I agreed with you: he was a bit stupid. But four days later you're still bitter? Issues or what ....

JACK: It took a lot for me to tell him what I told him, and he literally laughed in my face!

RHIANNON: He didn't! He just didn't think you'd ever say it to him unless he was dying, or there was no other way out of whatever situation - I mean, he at least thought that mild peril would be involved. You just came out with it over breakfast, making him nearly fall out of his chair in shock ... and then you expect him to not be a little unsure and ... babbly?
RHIANNON: Do you honestly think he thought about what he said before it tumbled out of his mouth?

JACK: Just butt out, Rhiannon.
JACK: It's none of your business.

JACK has left the conversation

~*~*~*~

Deciding, again, that Jack didn't deserve another caffeine fix, Ianto leant back in his chair with his own mug of his favourite blend and glanced over at his office. The blinds weren't as low as they had been the past couple of days, and Ianto could just about make out the Captain sat at his desk and, for once, doing paperwork. He smirked to himself. At least some form of good is coming of this. His smile faded as he thought about where his and Jack's relationship was at the moment: two steps ahead of where they were this time the week before, yet halfway through taking three steps back again. What does Jack what from him? he wondered. How could he fix this?

He'd asked Gwen, but she'd really just given him some quite soppy advice that involved proper, in-depth talks about feelings and stuff that Ianto had thus far managed to avoid in his relationship with Jack. They were both guys, and talking about feelings didn't really fit with the personas they showed to the public: alien-fighting, gun-toting, kick-arse versions of James Bond and Captain Scarlet didn't take time-outs to talk about feelings ...

Sighing, Ianto put down his coffee. The bitter taste in his mouth had nothing to do with what he was drinking, and it was starting to disrupt his enjoyment of one of his few favourite activities: coffee drinking. What do regular guys do to bond? he thought to himself as he began to make his way to the Archives, a stack of files hugged to his chest. What would Owen do if he'd fallen out with a mate? Ianto wondered. It probably involved booze - copious amounts of booze - and women in varying degrees of attractiveness (varying because of the amount of alcohol involved, usually).

After finding a place for each of his reports, he turned towards the direction of the cells. Weevil feeding: fun.

He frowned a little as Janet backed to the other end of her cell as Ianto approached, her hands behind her back as she crouched in the corner. He laid down the meat and water, frowning, keeping a hand close to his Weevil spray just in case this was some basically intelligent attack strategy. She didn't move, however, just watched him place her food and drink down, waited for him to close the cell again and then crawled over to it, devouring it in minutes while Ianto watched. When she finished, he opened the cell again and she crouched back in her corner, claws behind her, watching him remove the dishes and bowl. He dumped them in the corner, returning to the plexi-glass barrier between them and watched her.

She was back from her corner, making a low purring sound, moving towards the divide with her lumbering gait.

"Janet?" He spoke clearly, but not too loud as to frighten her. She raised her head slightly, her dark, wild eyes meeting his calm blue ones, hesitating as if waiting for him to speak again. "Janet." he said again, firmer, seeing if she recognized the sound as being her name - or at least in some way associated with her. Her growling lowered in pitch, then she turned away from him and hobbled back to her corner, hissing a little and baring her teeth.

Ianto sighed heavily, turning to leave. Of course she didn't recognize her name. From what they could tell from the little research they had managed to do, as well as the even fewer tests they had managed to run, she wasn't capable of learning or recognizes anything other than basic instincts. Then again, she had learnt that if she hissed and bared her teeth, Ianto would not come into her cell with the food, and often waited until she was back from the door before opening it. Maybe she was learning some kind of behaviour - but it had been a long time teaching. Still ... if he went about it the right way, was it possible to teach her more? Maybe even teach her basic games - like Catch, or maybe even Fetch. Could she be trusted outside her cell, though? Maybe he could start her in a confined space, then work outwards, teach her the games. Games were the easiest way to begin training an animal and teaching it desired behaviour while having some mode of fun ...

Lost in thought, Ianto hadn't even realized he'd stopped halfway between the entrance to the Archive tunnel and his workstation in the main area. He was just stood there, staring into space. With a confused blink, he carried on, and found upon returning to his desk that Jack had come along, drank his coffee and then put his mug back where he'd found it. Ianto would have been annoyed if he'd actually intended on drinking the coffee himself, but he knew deep down that when he'd left it, he'd left it for Jack to find. Maybe next time he'd leave a post-it note on the base of it and start off that little game again ...

Ianto found himself frowning again. The word had popped up in his brain once more: game. Like floodgates opening, he suddenly remembered what it was Regular Blokes did to break the ice, bond, or just have a good time together. Games. Sport. Ianto's mind instantly started assessing each sport he knew of. Football was a definite no - too many things just waiting to have the round, black and white ball kicked at and broken, causing the actual End of the World. Rugby was in a similar vein, except that would involve a lot more tackling and scuffling on the floor. Basketball ... Ianto was shit at basketball. For some reason he'd done quite well in netball, but then again that didn't include all this bouncing the ball and running with it nonsense. Rounders and baseball? ... HA! Balls and bats? Definite no ... there was tennis and badminton, both which would end badly. Polo ... Ianto couldn't even believe Polo had even dared to spring into his brain. Same with horse racing. And formula one. Cricket ... that wasn't really a sport in Ianto's mind. What kind of sport was it when you had to stop every couple of hours to eat lunch? And those games go on for days ....

Sighing, Ianto realized all he needed to do was find sport to watch. He hated his brain for being so slow - but he had been robbed of his caffeine fix. He crossed to the telly in the tiny rec area, flicking over the five terrestrial channels that they could get in the hub. He sighed. The One Show, Weakest Link, Golden Balls [yes, Ianto giggled at the name, too], Cefn Gwlad and channel five was so fuzzy he couldn't make out what was actually on. He flicked it back to channel four, watching in amusement as Dai Jones chatted to a couple on a farm somewhere in rural Wales.

"What's this about?" asked Jack, stood behind him. Ianto jumped a little, a bit annoyed his own trick of creeping up behind people was turned against him.

"Just ... a farm in the middle of nowhere." replied Ianto, shrugging. "I was a bit bored."

"Then un-bore yourself with filing these -" Jack indicated a stack of files he'd plonked by his feet.

Ianto sighed, standing from where he'd been crouched in front of the television. Jack turned and walked away before he could say anything, leaving him with the theme tune of the closing credits of Cefn Gwlad. He stooped to turn the telly off, then paused when he realized what the advert that had just started was for. He smiled to himself, switching off the set and then hefting the stack of Jack's files to take down to the Archives. Perfect.

~*~*~*~

An hour later, at eight 'o' clock, Ianto had snuck out of the hub under the pretence he really had to pick something very important up from the dry-cleaners because if he went right now, he could get a voucher that would discount the next lot of dry-cleaning - a lot that he was determined Jack's coat would be part of. Jack had said nothing about the fact dry-cleaners would no way in hell be open at eight 'o' clock, but Ianto had an inkling that Jack probably didn't know what time it was, never mind the opening hours of a dry-cleaners.

Admittedly, Ianto was a little out of his depth, unsure whether or not Tesco actually sold what he'd come to get, or whether they'd be able to properly advise him on it. In the end, he'd phoned Rhiannon, who'd then pretty much regaled a three-way conversation to him between Ianto, herself and David, her step-son. In the end, they'd made some form of understanding, and Ianto was ready to face the cheery shop assistant in blue uniform with at least some idea of what he wanted.

He went straight to the back of the supermarket, where all the toys, games, clothes and CDs and DVDs were. He smiled to himself as he spied the box he needed, eyes bulging a little at the price but deciding he would probably put it on the Torchwood account as a necessary expenditure for Team Dynamics. Not that he needed to justify any expenditures to himself, really: after all, it was he that handled all the finances. He did take a lot of glee in chasing up Jack and Gwen's claims, however. Sometimes, Gwen could be worse than an MP with a claimed-back duck island and a second house in the Scottish highlands.

As he made his way down the aisle to the tills, he saw a couple more things he might need and shoved those in his basket, too. He bought a bottle of fine whisky, just in case, and also some natural Welsh spring water in case Jack decided not to drink. He never usually did for leisure, anyway. Sweets and chocolate were piled into the basket, too - a couple of bars tucked and forced down the sides to make them fit. Finally, he got some wrapping paper with planes on it, a matching gift tag and a little toy plane, just for fun. He paid up, hefted his shopping bags out to the car and drove back to the hub.

Parking in the Torchwood garage, he climbed into the back seat and wrapped the presents, smiling to himself as he did so. Rummaging in the glove compartment, he found a biro and wrote out the card and gift tag. With the plane-wrapped boxes under one arm and a Tesco bag filled with alcohol, water, sweets and chocolate in the other, he made his way back into the hub. Ianto dumped the carrier bag on the sofa in the rec area in front of the television, then went through to Jack's office.

He was still at his desk, concentrating very hard on looking like he was doing work. Ianto held the gifts out at arm's length and cleared his throat. Jack ignored him. Ianto imagined himself whacking Jack around the head with a shoe, but settled for simply clearing his throat louder. Jack looked up with a resigned, annoyed sigh, then realized what Ianto was holding out to him. He quickly schooled his expression from 'School Boy Delight' to 'Stoic Indifference', but Ianto saw it and knew he was finally getting somewhere.

"What's this?" Jack asked, trying to sound disapproving but clearly desperate to rip the plane wrapping paper to shreds and get to the gifts underneath.

"It's a surprise!" sang Ianto, holding it out again.

"I can see that ... but what is it?"

Ianto relaxed his arms, rolling his eyes. "You seem to have misunderstood the concept of a 'surprise'."

Jack couldn't help but smile to himself. "Can I ... have it?" he asked.

"Well ... it's got your name on it." Ianto said, mock-thoughtfully. "So I suppose you'll have to have it ..." He put it down on the desk in front of Jack, then perched on the edge of the wooden surface, smiling as he waited for Jack to lose his self-restraint and pull open the wrapping paper like a six-year-old happy on Christmas cake.

Jack was teasing him a little, which was a relief to Ianto. He was slowly sliding his finger under the join of the paper on the largest present, slowly tearing it back and revealing it at as snail-like a speed as possible. Eventually Ianto sighed in exasperation, diving forward to try and rip away some of the giftwrap himself. Jack laughed, pulling it away and out of his reach and Ianto groaned. "Get on with it then!" he moaned.

Pulling off the paper, finally revealing his present, Jack stared down at the large-ish white and green box feeling a little anti-climatic. "What," he asked. "are we supposed to do with a Nintendo Wii?"

Ianto rolled his eyes again. "Oh come on, Jack! It comes with Wii Sports. We could play tennis, or bowling, or baseball - you could beat me up at boxing ... and I got a couple of other games for us to have a go at." He pushed the smaller, slimmer boxes towards Jack.

"Samurai stuff?" Jack frowned, opening the closest one.

"I have it on good authority you get a sword to brandish about and kill people with." Ianto said knowledgeably. "Not my kind of thing, but I thought you maybe take a bit of aggression out on it." he shrugged.

Jack opened the second box. "... MarioKart?"

"Apparently it's the best thing you can get for a Wii. And I bought us steering wheel-shaped holders for the remotes. Ta-dah!" he sang, pushing the medium-sized boxes forward for Jack to unwrap.

He pulled at the paper. "So ... who's this endless font of gaming knowledge you're suddenly drawing from?"

"My step-nephew - is that even a term? David ... Rhiannon's kinda step-son-ish. And I think I'd trust any ten year old boy on the subject of games consoles, because I've been out of the loop so long I didn't even know Xbox had gone wireless ... and I thought ... maybe we could play our own little games alongside. Like ... Strip MarioKart ...."

"How do you plug it in?" Jack asked, quickly jumping to his feet and carrying as much as he could through to the recreation area. Ianto smiled to himself. Maybe he had finally done something right ....

~*~*~*~

Gwen was bored at home. She loved spending time with Rhys, but the regular shot of adrenaline her body had become used to hadn't been present the past couple of days and she was starting to feel restless. She tried texting Ianto to tell him she was coming back, and when she got the short and sweet reply of 'KK', she gathered her handbag together and set off to work.

The cog door wheeled back, and her stomach dropped when she heard Jack and Ianto's voices carried towards her from across the hub.

"You heartless fucking bastard! I can't believe you just ..."

"Oh shut up, Ianto! Like you wouldn't do the same to m- HEY!"

"HA! Suck on that, bitch!"

"Oh yeah? Watch this!"

"Oh no! No! NO! OH GOD PLEASE NO! PLEASE, JACK!"

Gwen practically ran in the direction of their voices, suddenly terrified of what Jack might be doing to Ianto to make him beg for it to stop. She froze when she saw them.

Jack had taken his over shirt off, braces slung low and his t-shirt riding up his back as he perched, alert, on the edge of the sofa, a white toy steering wheel clutched in his hands. Ianto was in shirtsleeves, his sleeves rolled up and waistcoat unfastened, tie dangling loosely from his neck. He, too, clutched a white steering wheel.

Gwen nearly laughed out loud when she realized what they were doing. On the relatively small TV screen, she could see that they were playing a brightly-coloured racing game, little characters zooming about the screen that was cut in half horizontally so that two people could play. Jack was a funny little green lizard on a motorbike, and Super Mario was zooming around in a little car on the lower screen for Ianto. At the moment, the green lizard was in the lead, but Mario was drawing up a close second. Banana skins littered the race track - which looked to be in a jungle somewhere - and little explosions kept happening all over the place. Jack crossed the finish line with less than a second between himself and Ianto, and they both threw their arms up in joy as a new level announced itself as unlocked.

"Having fun?" she interrupted, and they both jumped and turned, laughing at themselves.

"Wanna play? You can play the winner of the next one ..." offered Ianto. "... unless the next one is Moonview Highway or Rainbow Roads, in which case you're playing against the computer because both of us are shite at those ones ..."

"I think I'll pass ..." smiled Gwen.

"Then at least sit and watch a couple." said Jack, patting the space between himself and Ianto. "Oo! Watch me slaughter him on Bowser's Castle!"

"Which Bowser's Castle?" shot back Ianto.

"Nintendo 64. You suck sheep's ass at that one!"

"It's the fireballs ..." sighed Ianto. "Can't we do Wario's Goldmine?"

"No. I keep falling off the edge. And the funny carts of gold keep squashing me."

Gwen settled herself between them, reaching over for a bag of sweets and popping a couple in her mouth. "Can't you set the selection of the tracks to random or something?" she suggested over a mouthful of sugar. Jack and Ianto glared at each other, blaming the other one for not having thought of that first. After a bit of experimentation, they altered the settings to pick them out some random tracks.

~*~*~*~

"WE CROSSED IT AT THE SAME TIME!" yelled Jack, squaring up to Ianto.

"The computer isn't wrong, Jack!" Ianto replied coolly, folding his arms.

"But ... at the same time! We crossed at the same time!"

"I was clearly a nanosecond ahead." shrugged Ianto.

"He must have been." chipped in Gwen, remaining on the sofa and trying not to stir things up too much.

"We could watch the replay?" suggested Ianto.

"Oh GOD!" exclaimed Gwen. "If you make me watch one more replay of a race I've just seen, I'm shooting the telly."

Jack and Ianto froze, staring at her in shock. "You ... you wouldn't ..." stammered Jack.

"It doesn't matter anyway ... you win overall - look, you've got more points than me!" Ianto pointed out, getting back on subject.

"But I should have even more points than that! I won that last one! I stayed in first position longer!"

Ianto sighed heavily, massaging his temples. "Gwen ... I know you only got here a couple of hours ago ... but ..."

"I'm already leaving!" she cut in, holding her hands up. She took a bar of chocolate with her for good measure, chomping on it while she made her way to the garage.

Once she was out of earshot, Jack opened his mouth to round on Ianto again, but found himself silenced as Ianto pressed their lips together and didn't hesitate forcing his tongue forward. Jack couldn't help it. He melted in Ianto's arms, fighting his tongue for dominance and pulling at his shirt almost frantically. Well - it had been nearly five days ....

Ianto pulled back, biting his way down Jack's neck and started working on marking his skin. He heard Jack's breathy whisper in his ear: "I'm going to fuck you so hard ..."

"No." he muttered in between kissing and licking. "I'm going to fuck you ...." His shirt fell to the ground and Jack ran his hand over Ianto's chest.

"But I'm in the mood for topping ..." he replied, leaning in to bite and nibble his neck.

"So am I." Ianto retorted. "And I'm not fighting you."

Jack let out a groan. "But Ianto ... we can't both top ... not without some amazing feat of biological evolution in the next few minutes or so ..."

Ianto 'hmmmed' and stepped back, folding his arms across his bare chest. "How are we supposed to decide who's on top, then?" he scowled.

Slowly, and as one, they turned their heads to the TV screen. "Fastest time on Rainbow Roads?" suggested Jack.

FIN

You have no idea how long this took to type out! I've done something to my left hand, and every time I try and type I get shooting pains over my knuckles and across the back of my hand, so this was all done one-handed :'[

Yay for MarioKart! Woooooooo!

*rolls eyes*

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