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Title: Lost
Author: [personal profile] notevery 
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Toshiko says a 'thank you'; Jack drives; Ianto realizes that nothing will ever be the same again; Ianto makes Jack coffee. Jack makes Ianto hurt.
Status:: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~5400
Warnings: Post-Countryside, violence
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Wonderful Post-Countryside fic. I love Ianto's hesitation about his feelings for Jack and Jack's anger at Ianto for him denying that Jack kissed him during the Cyberwoman episode.
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The way that Jack is looking at him makes Ianto just as nervous as it makes him aroused. Crouched in the middle of the kitchen, they are close enough together for Ianto to feel Jack’s breath on his skin; close enough to be almost touching; close enough for Jack’s eyes to be the most amazingly piercing blue Ianto has ever seen. Close enough to fall into each other and sink without a sound or a protest. In the late-night Hub, silence is absolute but for their breathing; the faint crunch of glass under Jack’s boot as he leans forward, slides his hand behind Ianto’s head, and kisses him.

Jack’s lips are smooth and warm, accompanied with the faintest scratch of late-night stubble across Ianto’s skin. As he presses closer – carefully pushing Ianto away from the glass and back into the fridge, cushioning his skull against the metal with his hand – Ianto becomes aware of more, his senses heightened with fear: the slick heat of Jack’s tongue pressing between his lips. The coffee taste of his breath. The heavy mass of his body pressing closer, closer –

Ianto turns his face away, breathless; pushes closer whilst evading Jack’s lips, blushing.

“Is this because of –?”

Ianto nods, blushing a vivid red; presses closer to Jack, trying to touch everywhere at once, trying to avoid Jack’s mouth, Jack’s teeth, the irrational fear, the memory of the knives and the blood and –

“Trust me,” Jack says, firm and hard in more ways than one, pinning Ianto by the chest against the fridge and kissing him rough again.

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