Fandom’s: Torchwood/Brothers & Sisters
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Scotty/Kevin, Owen/Tosh, Rhys/Gwen and Scotty/Ianto friendship
Summary: When Ianto old friend Scotty arrives with his husband Kevin for a visit, Jack experiences a strange emotion, jealously.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Brothers & Sisters.
Author Note: This story came about while watching Scotty and under pain meds the plot bunny was born when I got hit with the idea of Scotty and Ianto been friends and Scotty giving Jack the shovel speech from Buffy. First in the ‘Love is more than a four letter word’ series.
Thanks to alchemistpotion for beta this for me.
Lazing about in bed, Jack's blue eyes drank in a sight he didn’t get to see all that much. Ianto was dressed in a pair of familiar looking blue jeans, that hugged one of Jack's favourite parts of him, and that had Jack drooling. Today, Ianto had chosen to for go his normal suits, and dressed in a deep red jumper and those blue jeans that had Jack itching to drag Ianto back to bed, and show him how much he loved them. Blinking, Jack took a hard look at Ianto's jeans, remembering where he has seen those jeans before. An image flashed in Jack’s mind, of a sexy looking Welshman who helped him out with a Weevil, and, okay saved his immortal life; he knew those jeans, and he had spent the night fantasizing about Jones, Ianto Jones in rent boy jeans.
“Why the hell are you wearing your fuck me jeans?” Jack's snarl startled Ianto causing the young man to whirl around and face his lover.
“What?” Ianto asked, blinking at Jack.
Climbing to his feet naked, he stalked his lover. “Those jeans are the same one's you wore when we met,” Jack said, moving in closer to Ianto, grabbing his lover by the belt loops so he could pull him flush against his body, “Those are the jeans that drove me wild, making me want nothing more than to take you up on your offer, and have you than and there,” Jack let his free hand slip around to Ianto's backside to let his fingers rest on the perky arse that drove him wild, grinning as Ianto arched his body, “So tell me, why you are wearing these jeans to greet you’re friend?” Jack purred nipping at Ianto neck.
Ianto tried to think of an answer, hell, he was trying to remember Jack’s question, but it was so hard to think of anything but a naked Jack doing wonderful things to his body with his mouth and hands. “Um,” was the best Ianto's poor, lustful mind could come up with.
With a smug look on his face, Jack happily lead a very willing Ianto back to bed, where he planned to punish Ianto for daring to wear those jeans for anybody but his captain. And if Ianto was to end up late to meet Scotty’s plane, well wasn't that just too bad.
Toshiko Sato was a genius that, was a proven and well known fact.
So if Jack thought he could pull a fast one over her, well he has another thing coming. He may deny it, and boy had he, but he was full blown jealous mode over Scotty’s visit. And since today was the day that Scotty and Kevin were set to arrive, Tosh has no doubt that he had plotted something to keep Ianto from getting there on time.
Not on Tosh's watch.
“Sorry Jack, but you brought this on yourself,” Tosh muttered as she picked up the phone, knowing full well how Jack planed on distracting Ianto.
Blue eyes drank in every inch of the panting and withering whimpering mess that was Ianto. Smugness radiated off Jack as he drove Ianto over the brink again and again, making damn sure that Ianto was only able to focus on one thing, and that was him.
“Jack,” Ianto moaned out, arching his body into those devious hands. Chuckling, Jack lowered his lips back to Ianto neck, working the developing love bite even more as his hands drifted further down his whimpering Welsh lover, as his fingers easily opened the jeans that kept him from his prize.
Ring, ring, Jack’s fingers halted as the mood was shattered by the stupid ringing of the phone.
“Ignore it,” Jack growled, not about to let anything ruin his plan.
Too bad Ianto had other ideas. “Jack it could be important, it could be Tosh or one of the others. We could be needed,” Ianto reminded his lover as he tried to push the older man off of him. The pout that Jack gave him made him feel like he had just kicked a puppy. Weaving his fingers through Jack soft hair; he pulled that pouting mouth down for a kiss. “If it’s nothing than I’m all yours,” he offered. Jack nodded so hard that for a moment, Ianto was afraid his head might fall off. Finally managing to get out from under Jack, Ianto padded off to his living room to get the phone, and while Jack hated for Ianto to go, oh boy did he love to watch him leave. Laying back against the pillows he couldn’t help but listen in to Ianto's side of the conversation.
“Hello?” Jack loved listening to Ianto soothing Welsh vows.
“Tosh, is everything all right?” Jack listened a little closer, as much as he wanted to keep Ianto in bed, work did come first.
“Yes, he’s here.” Aww, that was sweet Tosh was asking about him.
“Oh, really?” That did not sound good.
“Thank you so much Tosh, don’t worry, I’ll take care of Jack.” Warning bells were going off in Jack’s head, Ianto's voice had taken on a dangerous tone.
There is no way Tosh knew what he was planning, right?
The click of the phone and Ianto’s closer growing footsteps had Jack panicking.
“Tell me Jack, was seducing me into forgetting I had to meet Scotty and Kevin's plane all a plan?” Ianto asked, leaning against his door.
Gulping, Jack turned to face Ianto. “No,” he answered with a boyish smile.
Ianto sighed,wondering just what has gotten into Jack. “Well it’s a good thing Tosh called to remind me. If I hurry I can make it in time,” Ianto murmured casting a glance at his clock. “Are you coming?” Ianto asked Jack.
“Of course, I can’t wait to meet your friends.” Jack quickly agreed, lying through his teeth.
Like the old saying goes, keep you’re friends close, but you’re enemies closer.
Moving about the crowd, Ianto kept his eyes peeled for any sign of Scotty or Kevin, hoping that Jack’s little stunt hadn’t made him miss them. He never once noticed the sullen looks Jack was casting at him. Jack was not in a happy mood, his own Toshiko turning against him, where was the loyalty? Where was the respect?
“SCOTTY!” Ianto’s happy cry broke through Jack’s thoughts, and his scowl darkened as Ianto rushed forward into the arms of some pretty-boy.
Scotty’s joyful cry of, “IANTO,” didn’t help at all, but it did finally give him a chance to meet the man stealing Ianto from him. He fought back a primal and possessive growl at the sight of Ianto in any arms that weren’t his.
Jack’s darkening mood went complete unnoticed by Ianto who was happily accepting Scotty’s hug. It had been far too long since he last seen his friend. Scotty on the other hand did not miss it, a sent the man he believed to be Jack a smug smile.
It took all of Jack’s willpower not to storm over to the two men and pull Ianto into his arms. He did let out a sound of relief as Ianto pulled away.
Saying a quick but polite hello to Kevin, Ianto waved a lingering Jack over, only to blink in confusion as Jack wraped a possessive arm around his waist. “Jack this is my oldest and best friend Scotty, and his husband Kevin. Scotty and Kevin this is Jack.” Ianto introduced everyone.
And over Ianto’s head, a silent battle of wills was going on. The enemy was now known and the war was just beginning.