The Hunt

Disclaimer: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and PC Andy Davidson do not belong to me, but to Russell T Davies, their wonderful writers, the BBC and John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Tom Price for being so awesome! I am just borrowing them, and will put them back – unharmed – when it’s all over.


Chapter Fourteen

The sun felt nice as it streamed in through the window, except for that it was shining right on the soles of his feet. Seemed to be concentrating on them actually. Andy frowned, pulled half-awake by it, wiggled his toes, and searched around with his eyes closed for the edge of the single cotton sheet. He found it and hid from the sun underneath it, where he also found a nice warm Ianto. Somehow it didn’t surprise him that Ianto was a ‘stealing the blankets’ type, but he pressed the length of his body up against Ianto’s back and tenderly kissed the place where his shoulder became his neck, then drifted off again.

“You’re snoring,” said a slightly displeased voice just a short time later. Andy came awake with a little start, cheek against Ianto’s neck, and opened his eyes briefly. Jack wasn’t with them. He’d left early. Andy seemed to remember him saying something about business to take care of. Ianto began trying to get away, so Andy clutched onto him tighter and sighed.

“Yeah? At least I’m not nagging,” he replied automatically, and Ianto stilled in his arms. Well, that was better. Andy started to doze again.

“You’re doing it right in my ear,” the voice complained, after a shorter amount of time, and Andy began to wake up properly. He heard himself snore this time. His hand flexed automatically, and he realised he was holding Ianto’s hip, kind of possessive. Hmm… nice.

“That’s an interesting dream you’re having,” Andy noted dryly, then darted his tongue out to torment Ianto’s ear, who squirmed and tried to get away from him again. After a few entertaining seconds, Andy stopped. “I’ll get you to tell me about it later on.”

There was a sudden understated shaking that meant Ianto was laughing in silence, and Andy smiled, feeling something warm and sparkling that had nothing to do with the morning sunshine. “Ohh,” Andy said, deliberating a little bit. “Coffee or sex?”

“Well, they’re both hot,” Ianto said, “but I think…” he paused, and Andy waited for the punchline. “Coffee,” Ianto said at last and snuggled deeper into the pillows so that his voice became muffled. “No sugar.”

Andy hesitated before cosying up to Ianto again and letting a note of wheedling creep into his voice. “Oh, go on,” he said softly, “we both know you’re so much better at it than I am.” He realised what he’d left himself open for a moment before Ianto took him up on it.

“No way. I said coffee first.”

“Ha!” Andy said, but he had an ace up his sleeve, wherever his sleeve was. He peered over the edge of the bed and couldn’t see his clothes; Ianto had probably tidied them away somewhere. Never mind; he could still play the card anyway.

“Ok, I’ll make coffee!” he said with a kind of happy enthusiasm, and Ianto’s body was suddenly less relaxed in his arms. Andy smirked secretly and carried on. It was almost too easy. He actually had no intention of moving. “I’ll make it with those chocolate bits on top. Are they in your cupboard?” He could almost taste Ianto’s mild panic. “And I might try that frothy stuff this time. Which bit of the machine do you put the milk into?”

Quite suddenly, he found himself flat on his back, held down to the bed by a wide-awake Ianto, and he laughed. “You’re not going anywhere near my machine,” Ianto warned him, obviously remembering the first, only and last time Andy had made coffee for them. Eventually, they’d ended up with a pale and weakened kind of simulated pond water. Well, he was a policeman, and they weren’t renowned for their coffee-making abilities. Was it his fault Ianto didn’t keep instant around anywhere?

“Oh, let me play with it,” he said mischievously. “I promise you’ll like it!”

“I’m going to make the coffee,” Ianto replied, ignoring the blatant innuendo, staring down at him, and Andy snickered. So easy.

“Or, I could just shag you senseless first,” Ianto continued, as if it was some kind of threat, as if he was considering doing just that, and Andy didn’t even try to be serious.

“Yes, and either way, you’re going to end up giving me exactly what I want,” he pointed out merrily. “It’s just a question of order, and I’m good at keeping order.” Ianto rolled his eyes.

“You’re so easy in the morning,” Andy teased, laughing. “There’s no wonder Jack loves waking up with you!”

“I’m not easy,” Ianto asserted with a fair amount of confidence.

“Really?” Andy asked, letting his disbelief show through. Because as far as he was concerned Ianto had been very easy so far.

“I can be hard,” Ianto said, and he was playacting at being insulted because his eyes twinkled.

“Oh, I’ll just bet you are…” Andy said suggestively, and to prove it to them both, he snaked a hand down between them, smiling when he discovered he was quite right. Ianto drew in a deep breath, and his eyes narrowed as he quite naturally pushed himself into the grip supplied by Andy’s hand.

“Coffee,” he said, obstinate, as if reminding himself. Andy settled back against the pillows as Ianto looked down at him, putting himself on display, knowing what it would do. It had been a couple of weeks since the night everything became that much deeper, but since then they’d fallen further, and neither of them had any interest in saving themselves from it.

“Sex,” Andy countered, consciously seductive, and it was at times like this that it always happened. Ianto followed him, pressing him down into the bed and licked at his neck as he threw his head back slightly.

“Compromise,” Ianto said deeply. Yes, at times like these, when he thought he’d won, Ianto always managed to throw him off his stride.

“What?!” Andy spluttered, his hand ceasing its cramped little movements between their bodies. He couldn’t have been more nonplussed if Ianto had said bananas. Although, actually… bananas wouldn’t be quite as random as what Ianto had just said.

“Use your imagination,” Ianto said with a smile, still moving slightly so that his hardness brushed against Andy’s relaxed fingers. Andy thought about it for half a minute. He spent at least five seconds of that time thinking about bananas.

“We should really show scalding hot water the respect it deserves,” he pointed out sensibly in the end, and Ianto rolled his eyes like a teenager.

“Yes, Officer,” he said, and Andy smirked.

“So, what are you on about?” Andy asked, seriously wondering how you could combine coffee and sex, at the same time. It wasn’t any kind of reply to leave him alone on the bed and go looking for a robe. It was something that he needed to watch, though. and he did, letting his eyes linger on Ianto’s nakedness while he searched around, willing him not to find out where it was hidden.

“You’ve obviously never had a real espresso,” Ianto said, eventually having given up, taking a spare robe from the wardrobe. Andy frowned. That was really cheating. Although, he could forgive Ianto for it because it was a nice robe, all black and burgundy satin, with a sash that just begged to be undone as soon as Ianto had tied it around himself. It was an ambition worthy enough of getting up from the bed to follow Ianto as he went to make coffee.

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“Is that all?” Andy asked when Ianto eventually handed him a small cup. Of course he’d had espresso before. He couldn’t make coffee to save his life, but he knew all about it. After all, for one week of every month he worked a night shift. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“Just drink it,” Ianto said, lifting his own cup to his lips, barely acknowledging the teasing. Andy leaned back against the counter, cup in his hands, completely at ease with his nakedness, and it didn’t escape his attention that now, at last, Ianto was turned towards him. The sash beckoned, and Andy thought he might try and rush the coffee so that he could put the cup down.

He lifted the cup to his lips for a sip to determine how hot it was, and therefore how quickly he could drink it. He had an impression of aromatic flavour an instant before he touched the coffee, because he breathed in a little of the steam. Then the heavy, almost bitter taste spread over his palate, and he realised once more that Ianto was fantastic at this. “Wow!” he said. “That’s strong.”

“I prefer potent,” Ianto said as Andy took a couple more hasty sips of the hot coffee. It might be good, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the temptation of Ianto right in front of him.

“Well, it is a stimulant,” he said when he had finished, and put the cup down. He reached out immediately for the sash, and as he thought, the satin knot pulled loose so very easily, very satisfying, and he used the sash then to pull Ianto towards him.

“Oh, you’re not feeling it yet, but you will in about an hour or so,” Ianto promised, allowing Andy to pull him forward with the sash, reaching behind Andy to put his own cup down on the counter. Apparently, that was just so he could let his own hands wander.

“All those sleepy, softened, blurry edges will become much more well-defined,” Ianto said, and his hands were on Andy’s chest, fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles there. “Sharper. Keener. Harder. You’ll be so precise in every movement.” Yeah, and if Ianto wasn’t being deliberately descriptive there then Jack wasn’t a flirt.

“I know,” Andy replied, “and you’ll be that much less chatty.” He was chatty early in the morning, before the day began. Andy found it terribly cute, and he loved it, but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing. He allowed Ianto to push him back against the counter with a smirk.

“Oh, you can count on that,” Ianto said, somewhat more seriously. Andy let his hands slip under the cover of the robe, around Ianto’s lower back so that he could cup Ianto’s buttocks and pull him close. It should be him in control really as they kissed. It should be, with Ianto’s hands reaching up to his shoulders like that, but then Ianto insinuated a leg between his against the counter. Neither of them was in control. That was a misconception because it was all mixed up and that was how it should be.

“So, what time does your shift start?” Ianto asked when they broke apart to breathe, not letting each other go.

“After lunch.” He nibbled at Ianto’s exposed neck while the muscles of Ianto’s upper leg rubbed against him. “I swapped with someone.” He turned his head so that Ianto’s lips could brush against his ear, one of those talented hands in his hair. Felt so good. “Should be on days.” He struggled to concentrate. “What about you? Don’t you have to go in to,” he said, and then looked up from where he was currently trailing tiny worshipful kisses down the line of Ianto’s collarbone to his chest, both of Ianto’s hands in his hair. He looked up. “You know, to ‘do what you do’?”

“I’m having sex with the boss,” Ianto explained slowly, his eyes a little darker now, and they should really be getting back to bed. “It makes him extremely understanding.”

“Funny. I thought I was doing that,” Andy noted. Ianto had looked away from him but now looked back into his eyes quickly. “Sleeping with the boss, that is.”

There was a sudden acknowledgement and amused sparkle to Ianto’s gaze. “Shh!” he ordered, making it a secret between them. Oh, yes. Sleeping with the boss. Right now. A mental image popped into Andy’s mind, and he winced.

“Oh! I just gave myself a thought about the Inspector I really didn’t want.”

Ianto laughed. “Is he that bad?”

“She thinks she’s Juliet Bravo,” Andy said with a sigh and roll of his eyes. He tried to pull Ianto closer to him, but Ianto was as close as he was going to get, at least while they were standing up.

“So you can be as late as you want?” he asked, hoping they could steal every minute for themselves before he had to go to work.

“As long as the circumstances are,” Ianto paused, and smiled, “well, exceptional.”

“I’ll try,” Andy promised faithfully, and Ianto chuckled. They led each other back to the bed, which kind of meant they raced each other to it.

“So,” Ianto asked when they were good and comfortable again, looking up at Andy. “Are you going to try hard?”

“As hard as you want,” Andy said with a grin, playing along. They were really being too obvious now.

“Good,” said Ianto. Definitely the boss lying beneath him and looking completely delicious.

“Are we going to argue?” Andy asked, his voice low with rediscovered lust.

“I don’t know. Do you want to?” Ianto teased. Clearly he didn’t intend to go anywhere, and really – how could he turn down what Ianto offered to him?

Just like that, it was decided, and he took a second to look at Ianto before settling his weight on him, searching with his eyes closed for Ianto’s lips. The sun shone on his back, and he groaned, breaking free from Ianto’s kiss as he realised what it meant. He tried to get up, but Ianto wouldn’t allow it. “What about the curtains?” he asked.

“What about them?”

“They’re still open,” Andy pointed out. “What if we’re seen?”

“Who by?” Good question. Andy thought about it for a second or two, and again had to banish bananas from his mind.

“Window cleaner?” he hazarded, opening his eyes to check Ianto’s reaction.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ianto said with a secretive smile. “He really makes an effort to avoid looking in. Ever since that one time when…” Ianto’s voice trailed off, and he grimaced so slightly Andy only just caught it, “well, Jack was here.”

“Oh?” Andy queried, encouraging Ianto to go on.

“I only left him alone for five minutes. Really, it’s better than having a guard dog.” Ianto smiled secretively again after that last comment, as if remembering something. Andy was intrigued, and gave him a questioning glance. The faint smile in Ianto’s eyes didn’t slip as he elaborated. “Well, you know how much of an exhibitionist he can be…”

“Oh, right,” Andy said, getting it completely, Ianto’s words having conjured up several very hot images of Jack. One of them even involved a banana. “So,” he said at last, “did the window cleaner pay you?”

“Nearly,” Ianto confessed with a little laugh, and Andy thought he looked adorable as his eyes unfocused slightly and he remembered, beginning to tell the rest of the story.

“When he finally knocked on the door, I could tell that he was kind of confused…” Andy tried hard to keep in the giggle, but he didn’t quite manage it. Oh, to be confused by Jack Harkness! Ianto’s delivery was so deadpan that anyone else might have missed it. Andy didn’t miss a thing where Ianto was concerned.

“Eventually, I had to offer him a fiver for the windows and apologise,” Ianto said in a long-suffering way with a sigh and a little shake of his head while Andy dissolved into silent laughter on top of him. He slid his arms around between Ianto and the bed to hold him close and pressed his face into Ianto’s shoulder as he carried on speaking.

“He said he ‘didn’t mind,’” Ianto noted distinctly, clearing his throat, drawing another snort of laughter from Andy, “but ever since, he seems to mind his own business instead of mine.”

They had several hours, and, once he had recovered from an attack of the giggles, together they made every minute count. By the time he went to work, Andy was already looking forward to finishing the shift.


To be continued…

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading – I hope you enjoyed it!

I should say here that I came across something interesting about Juliet Bravo concerning DW, so I let it stay in, but it’s a pop culture reference that not everyone will get. Juliet Bravo was a police drama series in the eighties about a female police Inspector. I couldn't find anything on the net except for a spoof sketch, but the woman in this is the woman who played the character for real.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1KMxNVRDJg

From Wikipedia: In the Big Finish Doctor Who audio drama Deadline, Juliet Bravo has become a cult phenomenon in a world where Doctor Who never caught on; in a bit of satire, we learn there's an official magazine and even audio dramas with the old cast.