Hatful of Hollow by invisible_lift
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janto_recsTitle: Hatful of Hollow
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invisible_lift
Genre: Slight Angst, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG thru NC-17
Status: Series, Complete, 13 parts
Summary: Starts post-Countryside and moves through the rest of Series 1 following how Jack and Ianto's relationship develops.
Comments/Excerpts from fic: This story is full of wonderful moments and sharp insight into how a relationship between Jack and Ianto could develop and how it grows despite both of their best efforts. The characterization of Jack and Ianto in this story are so spot on there are moments that you think you're reading canon. And there are moments where you ARE reading canon. This follows Series 1 so thoroughly from "Countryside" on so when you get deja vu about some dialogue, etc. it really is moments from the series. *g*
"Coffee, sir?" It was almost more a statement than a question, and Jack readily accepted the mug. Ianto watched him take a long sip. He did not move away.
"Thank you, Ianto." Jack's kept his eyes on the screen.
"Do you need anything else, sir?" He held nervously to his own coffee, catching his reflection in the dark liquid. He still had a bit of a black eye. He winced and looked away, then back down at Jack.
"No thanks." Jack began to shuffle through a stack of papers. Requisition forms, mostly. Archival logs. He scibbled some figures onto a notepad and compared them to what he had onscreen.
"Jack." Ianto waited and watched as Jack put his pen down, paused for a moment, then met his gaze. He felt his heart come unmoored in his chest and start to waver between relocating to his throat or his stomach. He swallowed.
"I take it that wasn't the answer you were looking for." Jack took another sip of his coffee. He did not break eye contact. He seemed to be trying to take the whole thing in at once.
"No, sir. I mean --" Ianto flushed again. "Jack." He gave Jack a pleading look. "I just --"
"Yes?" Jack's neutral expression began to take on an amused cast.
Ianto pursed his lips, sighed, and put down his coffee mug. "Just this."
He came in too fast, too nervous, pressing his mouth hard against Jack's. He felt Jack tense, then relax, his lips and tongue eagerly searching out Ianto's. He buried his hands in Jack's hair. He felt a tingle go through him, almost like static electricity. Within moments he found himself straddling Jack in the chair, one hand behind Jack's head, the other behind his back, pulling Jack close. When he came up for air, he did so reluctantly. He bit his bottom lip and stared down at Jack's chest.
"That was unexpected," Jack chuckled beneath him and grinned broadly. "I mean, I'm not complaining. You've got an incredible mouth, Ianto Jones. I just wasn't expecting --" He stopped and cupped Ianto's face in his hands. Ianto felt Jack's gaze, felt him daring him to look him in the eye.
"Is this what you want, Ianto?"
It was that look again. That look that put everything on the table. The look that made him feel like Jack could see his soul. Those eyes were old. So old.
He licked his lips and took a deep breath.
"Yes, Jack. This is what I want."
Author:
invisible_liftGenre: Slight Angst, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG thru NC-17
Status: Series, Complete, 13 parts
Summary: Starts post-Countryside and moves through the rest of Series 1 following how Jack and Ianto's relationship develops.
Comments/Excerpts from fic: This story is full of wonderful moments and sharp insight into how a relationship between Jack and Ianto could develop and how it grows despite both of their best efforts. The characterization of Jack and Ianto in this story are so spot on there are moments that you think you're reading canon. And there are moments where you ARE reading canon. This follows Series 1 so thoroughly from "Countryside" on so when you get deja vu about some dialogue, etc. it really is moments from the series. *g*
"Coffee, sir?" It was almost more a statement than a question, and Jack readily accepted the mug. Ianto watched him take a long sip. He did not move away.
"Thank you, Ianto." Jack's kept his eyes on the screen.
"Do you need anything else, sir?" He held nervously to his own coffee, catching his reflection in the dark liquid. He still had a bit of a black eye. He winced and looked away, then back down at Jack.
"No thanks." Jack began to shuffle through a stack of papers. Requisition forms, mostly. Archival logs. He scibbled some figures onto a notepad and compared them to what he had onscreen.
"Jack." Ianto waited and watched as Jack put his pen down, paused for a moment, then met his gaze. He felt his heart come unmoored in his chest and start to waver between relocating to his throat or his stomach. He swallowed.
"I take it that wasn't the answer you were looking for." Jack took another sip of his coffee. He did not break eye contact. He seemed to be trying to take the whole thing in at once.
"No, sir. I mean --" Ianto flushed again. "Jack." He gave Jack a pleading look. "I just --"
"Yes?" Jack's neutral expression began to take on an amused cast.
Ianto pursed his lips, sighed, and put down his coffee mug. "Just this."
He came in too fast, too nervous, pressing his mouth hard against Jack's. He felt Jack tense, then relax, his lips and tongue eagerly searching out Ianto's. He buried his hands in Jack's hair. He felt a tingle go through him, almost like static electricity. Within moments he found himself straddling Jack in the chair, one hand behind Jack's head, the other behind his back, pulling Jack close. When he came up for air, he did so reluctantly. He bit his bottom lip and stared down at Jack's chest.
"That was unexpected," Jack chuckled beneath him and grinned broadly. "I mean, I'm not complaining. You've got an incredible mouth, Ianto Jones. I just wasn't expecting --" He stopped and cupped Ianto's face in his hands. Ianto felt Jack's gaze, felt him daring him to look him in the eye.
"Is this what you want, Ianto?"
It was that look again. That look that put everything on the table. The look that made him feel like Jack could see his soul. Those eyes were old. So old.
He licked his lips and took a deep breath.
"Yes, Jack. This is what I want."
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Date: 2008-05-18 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-19 03:31 pm (UTC)I NEVER READ THIS BEFORE!!
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HOW COME I NEVER READ THIS BEFORE?!
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Date: 2008-05-19 03:38 pm (UTC)