Title: Silence and Tears
By: marvola
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: My first fanfic, pure self-indulgent smut, and it's unbetaed and probably not very good. Jack comes out as slightly more emo than I'd intended, but he insisted on being written that way.
Summary: After the year that never was, Ianto comforts Jack following a nightmare in the unique way that he can. However, circumstances ensure that the comfort must be in silence.

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A routine Weevil call led to Jack, Owen and Ianto packing up the SUV and travelling across the Welsh countryside. Gwen was on her honeymoon, which left Tosh minding the Hub. Jack was making an effort to include Ianto in more fieldwork, to ensure he felt like a true part of the team and it seemed to be working. Ianto's confidence was coming on in leaps and bounds. Always quietly confident, with a dry sense of humour, on the field he was really coming into his own. In fact, it was his sharp reactions that day that led to a speedy capture of the Weevil in question and Jack couldn't contain the pride in his voice as he praised him, which led to Owen rolling his eyes and muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

It was still quite late, however, by the time they had retconned the half a dozen witnesses and packed up the SUV, ready to return to Cardiff. They drove for half an hour, before Jack, growing tired of Owen grumbling about the lateness of the hour, spun the SUV in a sharp turn into the nearest B&B.

The woman who owned the B&B apologised for the fact that there was only one room left but Jack with his wide smile assured her that they would make do. The room contained one single and one double bed and Owen loudly insisted on taking the single bed, warning Jack and Ianto that if he heard one squeak from the mattress of the double bed in the middle of the night, he would not be responsible for his actions. Ianto smiled wryly. Since returning from his travels with the Doctor, Jack had not made any effort to touch him. He still flirted, but something was different about him. Although Jack had previously been prone to bouts of melancholy, Ianto had on several recent occasions come across him in almost a trance-like state with a look of terror in his eyes. When he'd snap out of it, it would take him several seconds to coax his features back to what passed for normality but Ianto fancied that a slight look of terror still remained.

Ianto didn't question Jack about this. He had an inkling that Jack had been gone for longer than the three days he had disappeared from the Hub, and he knew that something horrific had occurred, but he did not yet feel comfortable enough to intrude upon the Captain's privacy by asking outright what had happened. Instead, he was always there with freshly brewed coffee, a calm smile and gentle touches on the shoulders and arms, letting Jack know that he was there for him. No words were needed. Jack understand what Ianto was trying to say and was grateful for it.

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In the middle of the night, Ianto woke with a jump. Something had startled him. It wasn't Owen, whose loud snores were resonating through the room, scaring the spiders and shaking dust from the rafters. He realised it was Jack, who was lying in bed beside him, the sheets tangled around his body and his arms and legs flailing, a low moan coming from his throat. Ianto placed a gentle hand on the Captain's chest and shook him, speaking his name "Jack. Wake up. Jack!"

Jack awoke with a gasp and sat up, tears streaming down his cheeks. It took him a couple of seconds to realise where he was and who the man was sitting in bed beside him. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself and shook his head to clear it. "Ianto. I'm sorry I scared you. It was just…" Words failed him and his body began to rack with soft sobs. At once, he felt a pair of arms surround him and he rested his head on Ianto's chest as he poured out his grief and terror in a torrent of silent tears.

Owen continued to snore loudly in the next bed.

When Jack's sobs subsided, Ianto whispered softly to him. "Jack, when you're ready to talk, I'll be there." Jack nodded. "Soon", he answered quietly, "just not right now." Ianto nodded in understanding and touched his cheek with a gentle finger, wiping away the tears that remained. They lay together for a while without moving, just taking comfort in each other's presence. It was the first time Ianto had seen Jack with his guard down since he'd returned from the Doctor, and without thinking, he instinctively leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to Jack's lips.

He was not expecting the response he received. Jack returned his kiss eagerly, almost desperately, his mouth parted and head tilted back. They kissed passionately, in a clash of tongues and teeth. When Ianto took Jack's lower lip into his mouth and sucked it, Jack's resulting moan caused them to break apart and shoot a nervous look at the next bed, where unbelievably, Owen continued to sleep, sounding for all the world like a jet engine taking off.

Ianto pressed a gentle finger to Jack's lips in warning and bent down to claim his mouth again. This kiss was softer and sweeter. Ianto shifted positions as he kissed Jack, so that he was lying on top of him and his hands began to roam Jack's body. He could not contain the gasp that escaped him as he encountered Jack's growing erection and it was Jack's turn to shoot him a look of warning, even as his hips bucked into Ianto's wandering hands.

Ianto began to kiss, nibble and suck Jack's neck, gently biting his earlobe, kissing down his neck and licking his collarbone. When he took Jack's left nipple into his mouth and sucked it, he took the precaution of placing a hand across Jack's mouth first to stifle his groan and left it there while he gently bit his right nipple, pulling it into a hard point.

His hands continued to roam down Jack's toned chest and stomach, feeling his cock grow harder and harder. He moved his own hips slightly so that his own growing erection rubbed against it and quickly had to bury his face in Jack's neck, as the temptation to make a sound nearly overcame him.

When he raised his head again, the moonlight slanting through the window, shining on Jack's face showed Ianto that he was in a similar state. Jack's head was thrown back and he was biting his lip, desperately grinding himself up into Ianto. Ianto placed his hands on either side of Jack's head and bent to kiss him again. "Tell me what you need" he breathed into his mouth, "Tell me what you need me to do." Jack's eyes opened and he gazed at Ianto. "I need you to make me forget everything but you" was his answer and Ianto nodded in silent understanding.

He began once again to kiss his way down Jack's body, his smooth chest and stomach, and down to his inner thighs. His hands roamed under the material of Jack's boxers, lightly arousing him through the silky material with his warm breath, taking in the scent of the man he had missed so much. His hands reached up to the waistband and he pulled his boxers down, releasing Jack's cock from its restraints.

Gently caressing Jack's balls with his hand, Ianto grasped Jack's cock in his other hand and looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he slowly took the head into his mouth. Inch by inch, he continued, swirling his tongue across the tip, tasting the drops of precum that had been glistening there. Jack's hands clenched into fists and grasped the sheets as once again, the temptation to moan nearly overcame him. Ianto's eyes continued to watch him as his movements grew faster and he could sense that Jack was close. Suddenly, Jack's head turned to one side and he pressed his face into the pillow as his hands grasped Ianto's hair and his release came pouring into Ianto's mouth.

Jack lay spent against the sheets as Ianto crawled back up to lie beside him. He wrapped him in his arms and placed a kiss against his forehead. Jack's eyes wordlessly thanked Ianto as the two men drifted into an easy slumber.

Neither noticed that the snores in the next bed had ceased a while ago.

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