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09 October 2009 @ 04:00 pm
FIC--Time Enough  

Title: Time Enough
Rating: R (bad swears)
Spoilers: Torchwood COE, thru Day One
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack, Ianto,
Summary: Jack’s POV after the date at the French restaurant
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: OK so…yeah. It’s been a way long time since I posted parts one and two of this bad boy, and then real life ate my soul and I am leaving for a long trip and wanted to get this out before I left. I sincerely apologize.  This one really is dedicated to the lovely[info]blue_fjords, who has not only been cheerleading me through this whole process, but also lent me her mad beta skillz and helped me hammer out a better ending. And, for just being an all-around awesome person who makes me smile every day.  The following is the continuation of Savoir Faire and Interruption.

Jack stumbled a little, surprised to meet resistance at the end of his arm. He turned, ready to make a quip about how Ianto was dragging his feet now that they got to the best part of the evening, but he frowned once he took in the haunted expression on the other man’s face. He shook their joined hands to get Ianto’s attention. “Hey. You ok?”

This seemed to break Ianto out of his fog, and he gave Jack a small smile, one that didn’t meet his eyes. Jack felt something twist in his gut when Ianto took a long moment to answer. “Yup.” He readjusted his grip and fell into step beside Jack.  “You?”

Jack grunted in frustration and rubbed his free hand across his face. “No. I mean…” He gestured back towards the restaurant. “What happened back there?”

Ianto got a look Jack categorized as panic face, but then quickly smoothed out his features. After a beat, he chuckled nervously. “Nothing.” When Jack raised a disbelieving eyebrow, Ianto swiftly rushed to reassure him. “No, really.” He gave him a small smile. “The restaurant was lovely. Thank you.”

“The restaurant was lovely? Now I know something’s wrong.” Jack wasn’t sure the issue was worth pushing, but he was confused and more than a little hurt that Ianto was obviously lying to him.

 Ianto sighed audibly and dropped his head, and Jack knew he was preparing a suitable response. Thoughtful, this one. Jack mused that sometimes this tended to get Ianto in trouble. Ianto looked back up at Jack. “We had a nice evening, yeah?”

Jack took a deep breath, deciding to let the issue drop, for the moment at least. “Yeah.” He let Ianto’s hand go, but gave him the patented grin, and shoved his hands into his pockets against the chill. He noticed Ianto immediately seemed to fold into himself, and knew that was only partially due to the cold. He wished for the millionth time that he wasn’t stuck in this backwater time on this backwater planet and he could just offer his coat to the other man.

Ianto stuffed both of his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders, walking backwards for a moment so he could face Jack. “You wanna watch a film? I brought back a couple from the tourist office.” Ianto was in the habit of keeping a few DVDs on hand in the case that he had an afternoon free to man the fake tourist office. Jack knew that Ianto cherished these small moments he had to himself. He also knew that Ianto had probably had these particular DVDs for at least the past couple of months. Should really work on hiring new staff members.

Jack angled his head to the side. “Weeell, Mr. Jones. Are you asking me up for a nightcap?”

Ianto just rolled his eyes and turned back around. “Jack, pretense at this point is quite unbecoming.”

Jack smiled, showing his dimples. “Oh come on. Even from me?”

Ianto shot Jack an incredulous glare, but Jack caught the playful gleam in his eyes. “Especially from you.” 

They walked the rest of the way back to Ianto’s building wordlessly, the silence almost becoming a tangible presence between them. Ianto let them into his small flat, toeing out of his shoes and shucking his coat by the door, and Jack followed his lead. Ianto gave Jack a bit of a crooked grin, jerking his chin in the direction of his ancient fridge. “Why don’t you grab a lager. I’m going to change out of this.” He tugged his tie loose as he walked towards the bedroom.

Jack resisted the urge to follow and help Ianto out of his clothes, as he normally would have done, because he sensed the other man needed some space just then. He made his way over to Ianto’s galley kitchen, pulling open the fridge and involuntarily wrinkling his nose in disgust. Ianto’s absence from his flat in the last couple of weeks was evident by some takeaway that may or may not have become a sentient being and milk that had long since turned. Jack grabbed a lager and slammed the door shut against the offensive odors.  

He settled back against the counter, studying the front of the fridge thoughtfully while taking a sip of his lager.   Ianto’s niece and nephew, smiling in their bright blue school uniforms. The whole Davies family in ugly matching red jumpers in front of a Christmas tree. A handmade birthday card with a red construction paper heart surrounded by lace. Several takeaway menus. And, peeking out of a calendar, a photo that had been shoved hastily between the pages. Jack snagged it out and felt his chest tighten when he saw the image that had been captured there. Gwen’s wedding day, the happy couple surrounded on all sides by Torchwood. He remembered that moment with perfect clarity. How Rhys’s dad had fumbled a bit with the camera. How Ianto had tensed against his side when Jack snaked his arm around his waist. He ran a finger over Tosh and Owen’s smiling faces. That day had brought up a lot of emotions for Jack, including memories of his own wedding and coming to terms with losing Gwen to Rhys. For reasons he didn’t completely understand, he needed Gwen. But, he needed Ianto, too. For reasons he was begin to understand with frightening lucidity. He slid the photo back into its hiding place just as Ianto rounded the corner, clad in a faded Uni t-shirt over even more faded jeans.

“You pick out a film?” Ianto leaned around Jack to get to the fridge, glaring at him for not moving out of the way.

“What you got?” Jack unabashedly checked out Ianto’s arse when he bent down to retrieve his shoulder bag, chuckling a bit when Ianto rolled his eyes, obviously catching him in the act. As much as he loved the suits, there was a small part of Jack that loved that he was the only one who regularly saw Ianto like this, out of the usual armor he wore to face the world. He tried not to examine those feelings too closely and took another sip of his lager.

Ianto stood, holding the two DVDs up for Jack’s examination. “’Slumdog Millionaire’ or ‘Pineapple Express’.”

Jack tilted his head to the side. “Which one has more sex?”

Ianto shook his head in amusement, and walked into the living room. “Well, one’s a Bollywood film, so probably no joy there. The other is about two stoners hanging out.”

“Do the stoners have sex?” Jack flopped down on the sofa, taking up as much space as possible.

“I didn’t realize it was my job to supply you with porn.” Ianto frowned at the DVDs before making a decision, popping one out of the case.

“What do I pay you for?” Jack craned his head around, trying to see Ianto’s choice.

Ianto fired up the player and put in the movie, calling out over his shoulder. “I thought it was the coffee and suits.”

“Oh, and don’t forget the blowjobs.” Jack grinned invitingly at Ianto when he turned around, patting the seat beside him.

“See, some would call that harassment.” Ianto walked over and sank down onto the sofa next to Jack.

“You want to file all of that paperwork, knock yourself out.” Jack exaggeratedly yawned and stretched, dropping his arm heavily onto Ianto’s shoulder and pulling the other man close enough to drop a kiss onto his temple. There was a reason some moves were classics.

Ianto murmured something incomprehensible but settled in beside Jack, adjusting a bit until they were touching from shoulder to thigh before pressing play. Bollywood it was, then. Ianto turned his head, and Jack could feel his eyes studying his face before flicking back towards the screen. He lightly patted Jack’s knee. “You’ll like it: lots of running around and dancing and singing.”

Jack huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Oh, come on. Way to pander to obvious stereotypes. You’re off your game.”

He felt Ianto freeze beside him, and after what seemed to be an eternity, he answered, his voice low and soft. “I didn’t realize it was a game.”

Shit. Shitshitshit…oh. Ianto was trying hard to refrain from smiling. The little bastard. “Nice.”

Ianto couldn’t hide his satisfied smirk. “Now who’s off his game?”

 Jack feigned annoyance, attempting to hide his almost palpable relief. “That’s just playing dirty.”

Ianto twisted and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Just be still and watch the film.” He grinned at Jack once and waved a hand vaguely towards the telly. “Won all kinds of awards.”

Jack hummed noncommittally, disturbed by Ianto’s abrupt shift in mood from earlier, and he considered, for several long moments, breaking the comfortable atomsphere the banter had brought into the room . Eventually, he settled back down into the cushions, pulling Ianto back towards himself. He stared the top of Ianto’s head before finally relaxing for the first time since they left the restaurant, smiling to himself when he felt Ianto do the same. He knew they needed to talk about what had happened that night, but he wanted to make sure Ianto was in a place where he would speak honestly with him.

Before long, though, he was completely pulled into the film. The tale was a beautifully tragic love story, and thus far, the only connection to Bollywood he could figure was using India as a background.  The further he was drawn into the story, the more he felt Ianto incrementally place more and more weight against his side, and knew that before long the other man would be fast asleep. This was a critical juncture, as he could just let Ianto fall asleep and risk the chance that any discussion would be lost or glossed over with false assurances that everything was OK, which they both knew was a lie. Or, he could wake him and force a discussion that frankly he wasn’t sure he was ready to have. There was always option three: wait and let Ianto tell him in his own time. He kissed the top of Ianto’s head and settled back to watch the end of the film.  

Later, as he lay tangled up with Ianto beneath the sheets, naked bodies touching at every point possible, he found himself mimicking Ianto’s slow breathing, taking solace in the steady beat of his heart. In this state of near meditation, he allowed his mind to run back to what had happened earlier, and wondered if this was the place in which they should have that conversation, but he was loathe to break the serenity so carefully constructed. And, yet, of late, so easily found. He didn’t have to make the decision right now. They had the time.


Current Location: work
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: It's The Same Old Song--Delroy Wilson
i want to huggle you (and your little dog, too): jack/iantoblue_fjords on October 9th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, you lovely! :) So glad you finished this before your trip! Woo hoo!

You're the banter queen for reals, you know!
Adjoviadjovi on October 9th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
you're the bestest. :) THANK YOU so much for everything. and, yes...i like writing banter best of all.
tezgold on October 9th, 2009 10:12 pm (UTC)
Oh I really liked this. This was really well done.:)
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
thanks so much! so glad you enjoyed. :)
The Cleaverage: jack/iantokel_reiley on October 9th, 2009 10:42 pm (UTC)
They had the time.

and OH that line right there! ::cries::
but really love Jack's POV and all the quiet moments here
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
oh...thank you honey. sorry to have broke-d you. *pets* glad this pov worked for you--i was really nervous and had a hard time w/ this one...
lefaym: janto kissing booklefaym on October 10th, 2009 05:45 am (UTC)
This was lovely. So much unsaid between them. :(
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:35 am (UTC)
:( yeah...makes me sad, too.

thanks for commenting!
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on October 10th, 2009 06:29 am (UTC)
And, yet, of late, so easily found. He didn’t have to make the decision right now. They had the time.

Oh heart. It breaks.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
oh...oh. i know. i am quite broke-d myself. and so totally didn't set out for the tone to be like this, and yet... :( i have like a million story ideas right now, and they are all like: "rhi cleans out ianto's apartment", "jack visits ianto's grave". ack. i need to write a good cracky fic and just get over myself.
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on October 10th, 2009 06:56 am (UTC)
I think everyone has to get it out of their system somehow. Yeah, it was saaaaaaaaaad.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
sorry honey...
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on October 10th, 2009 07:07 am (UTC)
Oh, but that was nice! I like the crying!
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 07:09 am (UTC)
aw...me too. i just got home a little bit ago from a night out and saw this fic that i knew was going to be SAD and i got myself some wine and settled in for a good, long cry. and, now, watching friday night lights. b/c i haven't cried enough.
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on October 10th, 2009 07:13 am (UTC)
Aww. Yeah.
fide_et_spefide_et_spe on October 10th, 2009 07:39 am (UTC)
Oh this is lovely. I adored all three of these. I like that you didn't go down the angst road. Really love Jack's POV and it seems marvellously in character.

I like the takeaway having turned into a sentient being.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 07:52 am (UTC)
oh! thank you so much for the lovely comment. i'm so glad jack's POV worked for you--i was a bit nervous about it, so i'm so glad it seemed in character. i fear some of my fridge contents currently have higher powers...
fide_et_spe: Pensive Jackfide_et_spe on October 10th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)
Yes my fridge contents send guilt directly into my brain.

I think Jack is really sentimental, it's so evident in canon. Yet so many fan fiction writers seem to favour the idea of him being cold and heartless. Yes he has that side, but it's for practical reasons, not about his relationships. He is also very smitten with Ianto in season 2, well it starts in 1, but is much more so in 2. All the gazing for a start! James Goss's new novel, Risk Assessment. Really smitten Jack, it's rather lovely, he can't stop touching Ianto, and just adoring him.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
I think Jack is really sentimental, it's so evident in canon.

i totally agree with you! i don't buy it when jack is all cold and dismissive--it was clear that he constantly played for ianto's approval on the show--all of those looks, as you put it. thanks for the heads up about the book--i really look forward to reading it now. :)
fide_et_spefide_et_spe on October 10th, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
I'll do a spoiler free review on my journal. Probably tonight, have been planning to all week, best laid plans.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
awesome--i look forward to it!
missthingsplacemissthingsplace on October 10th, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
That last line ... this will be AU yes, they will have time?

Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:10 pm (UTC)
yes...please? that would be a lovely au. so glad you enjoyed. :) thank you.
thrace_adams: Ianto Heartbrokenthrace_adams on October 10th, 2009 01:01 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous and sad all at the same time...and a fitting addition to this series. Thanks so much!
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:08 pm (UTC)
thank you so much for the lovely comment! glad you enjoyed. :)
gingerlr on October 10th, 2009 03:18 pm (UTC)
Adding this series to my mems.

Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
thanks so much! so glad you enjoyed. :)
temporal_witchtemporal_witch on October 10th, 2009 05:42 pm (UTC)
fide_et_spe said: I like that you didn't go down the angst road.

Me too - and yet, their relationship is inextricably imbued with it. I enjoyed how you kept the necessary angst as an undercurrent, but not as the riptide. Nicely done.

Fantastic characterisation, as usual. I love the banter that's so telling and affectionate without being over-the-top soppy. Gorgeous.

Thank you for this! Would you mind if I friended you?
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 06:02 pm (UTC)
Fantastic characterisation, as usual.

Oh wow...what a wonderful compliment! Thank you so much. I'm so glad this worked for you. :) YES--please friend away!
pinkfairy727: Torchwood - Jack/Ianto Adam Headkisspinkfairy727 on October 10th, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)

I was just thinking about this the other day wondering when you'd post the third part. The last line was bitter-sweet and absolutely bloody perfect. The imagery was incredibly strong in this and I could visualise everything as I read it.

Wonderful :D
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
sorry for the long wait, honey! :( i'm so glad you enjoyed this.

The imagery was incredibly strong in this and I could visualise everything as I read it.

*does happy dance* that is exactly what impresses me with other writers, so i am so glad you thought i was able to accomplish this here. thanks so much for the lovely comment.
pinkfairy727: Garfield - Happy Dancepinkfairy727 on October 10th, 2009 09:44 pm (UTC)
Don't worry, it was TOTALLY worth the wait!

Have a happy!dance icon to go with your comment :c)
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 10:31 pm (UTC)
YAY! thank you, honey! i lurve it.
ares132006: Torchwoodares132006 on October 11th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
Oh sweetie, this is marvelous. (Sorry I didn't have time to read this before you posted, the family have all just left - the funeral went well)

I loved how you have Jack wondering what is going on with Ianto and Ianto not letting it ruin the evening. Ianto's teasing of Jack was brilliant.

Shit. Shitshitshit…oh. Ianto was trying hard to refrain from smiling. The little bastard. “Nice.”

Although I can see a double meaning there in Ianto's previous statement...

This is a great addition to the series.

Have a safe trip, sweetie. *hugs*

Adjoviadjovi on October 11th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
oh sweetie...hugs you back. i'm so sorry for your loss. thank you so much for the lovely comment. i'm so glad you liked this! i am excited and nervous about my trip. i will take pictures and let you know how it went. :)
ares132006ares132006 on October 11th, 2009 07:11 am (UTC)
I'll hold you to that. *beams*

impressive in a slightly boring 18th century waysolsticezero on October 13th, 2009 03:49 am (UTC)
Aww! Man, that was kind of wonderfully heartbreaking. You have Jack and Ianto's characters down incredibly well. Their banter is great. I especially like Ianto's fake-out with the "game" comment - sort of a [perhaps unintentional] commentary on the way that a lot of writers really have that moment - Ianto stiffens at some offense Jack has made. (I know I've done it.) I've never seen anyone make Ianto do that sort of thing, fake Jack out on something that, to a lot of people, would seem so important, but it worked very well. I've also never read anything that takes that moment in CoE and portrays it, and I like the way you've done so in three different points-of-view. Really well done.
Adjoviadjovi on October 13th, 2009 09:48 pm (UTC)
thank you so very much for the lovely, thoughtful comment!

I especially like Ianto's fake-out with the "game" comment - sort of a [perhaps unintentional] commentary on the way that a lot of writers really have that moment - Ianto stiffens at some offense Jack has made.

i was a bit nervous about this--thought maybe people would think it was ooc or something for ianto to do this, but this is how i see their relationship--bantering, but with underlying emotions there. thanks again--so glad you enjoyed! ;)
alba: Janto S3 overhead kissalba17 on October 30th, 2009 01:51 pm (UTC)
Oh you are cruel, so cruel, with that last line. *sobs* Really lovely. Fantastic look into Jack's thoughts and I loved the dialogue. Great characterizations. Thanks for posting before your trip.
(Anonymous) on October 30th, 2009 01:55 pm (UTC)
thanks, lady! i just got home yesterday. i hope you get your postcard sometime before the holidays... :) hope you are well!
Adjoviadjovi on October 30th, 2009 01:59 pm (UTC)
somehow, this posted anon: thanks, lady! i just got home yesterday. i hope you get your postcard sometime before the holidays... :) hope you are well!
alba: Jack cartoon outfitsalba17 on October 30th, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
You're back! Sorry it took so long for me to get around to reading this. I kept forgetting. I want to go back and read your other TW stuff too, which I think I missed when you posted. Hope everything went well and good luck getting over jet lag. (It told me this didn't post, so I did it twice - dk if you get notified of that, anyway, that's the explanation.)

Edited at 2009-10-30 02:05 pm (UTC)
Adjoviadjovi on October 30th, 2009 06:34 pm (UTC)
haha...no worries! i answered twice, i think. hopefully i'll have more for you to read soon. i just started something silly last night.