Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Jack's POV 

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Ianto is the drunkest I've ever seen him. Or I think ever seen anyone for a matter of fact, other than when John guzzled that bottle of vodka after he returned to earth to find me. He is constantly smiling, joking and laughing at everything, the numerous glasses of wine at the restaurant causing him to have shed his serious outer shell.

We get into the SUV and drive home just after midnight, talking about nothing in particular. But as is inevitable, conversation quickly strays to wedding dates. I want a November wedding, but he wants August. We decide to discuss it later. This is the way I like our relationship - calm and trusting. If you just told him that you were born in November, then maybe he would agree? No, as then he would ask how old I am, which would lead down a path I’m not ready to tell him about yet. Too many memories to think about and explain, it would break his heart.

When we all-too-soon get back to the Hub, I open the door of the SUV for him and carry him out. Ianto is almost asleep, so I will have to carry him all the way. He's going to have the mother of all hangovers in the morning, I can tell that now. I lift him up and walk through the doors, preparing to start jumping about to trigger the automatic lights. 

However, I am greeted by Gwen and Owen. Gwen's lipstick is madly smudged halfway up her face, so obviously being married hasn't stopped her relationship with Owen. That’s disgusting, if nothing else. I should probably tell Rhys, if he hasn’t already guessed.

They poke their noses in, asking all the usual post-date questions: Where were we? Was it a date? Did we kiss? What happened?  Then they fall silent when they see Ianto's ring.

Owen goes to open his mouth but I intercept with a growl, telling them to leave things alone that they don't understand. I don’t think there’s anything about our relationship that they do understand, if I’m honest.

Tosh looks at us with a smile on her face. She’s so pretty when she smiles, even after all that she’s been through, what with her mother, then Tommy being taken away and now Owen being an asshole. She catches my eye and mouths the word 'congratulations' at me. I can see it in her eyes that she is genuinely pleased for us, unlike the other ‘happy’ couple of the Hub. 

I carry Ianto into my office, opening the door to our room. It is accessed via a manhole cover in the floor, and only we have the keys to it. Just as well really, otherwise Gwen and Owen would probably hide in there for make-out sessions while “working”.

I lower myself down, carrying Ianto with one hand and using the other to grip the ladder. I’m not unspeakably glad that I spend as long as I do working out, as otherwise I don’t think I would be able to support both of us with one hand.

He's drifted off now, his arms still locked around my neck. I'm carrying him like he's a princess from some soppy Disney movie. But I suppose he is my princess. I am just a prince or knight, willing to lay down my life to protect him because I am so madly in love with him. I’m like an immortal dragon left to guard the princess in the tower, and then I fell in love with the princess? Eh, so I’m bad at analogies.

I put Ianto down on the bed and loosen his tie before flipping up his collar so I can slip the loop off over his head. I unzip his trousers and slip them off, then unbutton his shirt, so that now he’s just wearing boxers and socks; normal sleeping attire for us. I kiss his sleeping face and tuck him into bed, folding the duvet around his sleeping form.

I get into bed but keep shifting position, unable to get comfortable on my own. I wrap my arms around Ianto as always and instantly feel more secure. I know he does too; he murmurs in his sleep and snuggles into my arms.

I kiss the top of his head and close my eyes, letting sleep finally take me.