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fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-08-14 07:40 am
fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-08-14 07:40 am
WIP Amnesty: Untitled Kevin/Ianto (Disney RPF, Torchwood)
IDK, I have a crossover addiction, and before I wandered into bandom I was sticking Kevin in the fandoms I flirted with between my old fandom and Disney RPF. The timeline here is super jumpy because I always intended to go back and fill in more detail; basically, Kevin & Ianto meet, fall in love, move in together, there is Gwen-and-Rhys-esque drama about Ianto not telling Kevin what his job is, Ianto eventually tells Kevin, there is mpreg using alien technology, and sometime after that Ianto dies of Torchwood.
Porn, light bondage, sex pollen, pre-mpreg.
It wasn't that Kevin had a problem with their fans' enthusiasm, it was just that he'd always been a far more sedate person than either of his brothers, and had a much harder time adapting to the chaos. But he was luckier than them in some ways, too, 'cause while their downtime activities tended to be the same kind of stuff the fans liked, or expected them to be doing, or whatever other reason led to them getting mobbed or photo-stalked or...whatever, Kevin had a few escapes that were pretty much guaranteed fan-free zones.
At the very least, if he got recognized in one of his favorite upscale menswear shops, it was likely to be by someone with the maturity not to screech in his face.
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
Kevin can't breathe, think, speak, and he damn sure can't decide (not while his blood is boiling head pounding bones melting into goo) whether it was a good or bad idea to suggest Ianto pair a scarf with his usual impeccably-tailored suit.
Because while Ianto using that scarf to tie him to the headboard seemed like a pretty awesome thing on the surface, Kevin was so turned on it hurt, so desperate he was shameless.
"You," Ianto murmured, from between Kevin's spread thighs, pausing once or twice to kiss and nibble smooth skin, "are so repressed it's not even funny."
Kevin really wanted to say something witty, but he couldn't out-snark Ianto when his brain was fully functioning, so when it had been replaced with pea soup, or something equally sludgy and not...brain...ish (see?) trying was pointless.
Especially when Ianto drew his tongue along Kevin's cock, from base to tip, as slowly as he possibly could until any parts of Kevin that hadn't already turned to goo melted away.
And grinned. Nnnnngh.
"Usually, I have to try a little for incoherence."
All the pea-soup-brain-mush could come up with in response was "Nnngh."
Ianto rolled his eyes, slid his hands up to rest on Kevin's hips, and wrapped his lips around the slick head of Kevin's dick. Fuckyes. Heat wetness suction just the right amount of suction until fuck no suction just tongue exploring did he mention hot wet fuck. Kevin jerked his hips against Ianto's deceptively-strong grip, let out an awkwardly desperate whine when Ianto lifted his head. Bastard.
He slid up Kevin's body, moving with that grace he had that people spent ages trying to learn but that just...came to him, naturally, captured his lips in a kiss so Kevin could feel the wicked smile when he brushed his thigh against Kevin's aching cock.
"What do you want?" Ianto asked, lips still brushing Kevin's. "Tell me."
"Nnngh."
Ianto laughed at that, breath tickling against Kevin's face, and rubbed his leg against Kevin's dick.
"English or Welsh, please. I can't do it if I don't know what you're asking for, can I?"
"I - " Kevin was surprised he could feel it, hot as he already was, but his cheeks were heating up and for the love of fuck of all times to blush like a little girl, "You. Please, I – you."
"Yes," Ianto said, kissed him again. "Me. I'm going to need, at the minimum, a verb and a body part."
For the first time that afternoon – for the first time ever – Kevin thought about saying no, telling Ianto to let him up, it'd gone a little too far. Ianto knew how embarrassed he got, and for fuck's sake he'd only admitted he liked men a few months ago, had been a virgin only a little longer than that – he didn't even swear unless the situation was dire (or a sexy, sexy, sexy Welshman had shorted out his filters with his sexy sexiness), and this was not the time to be pushing or the subject to push.
But while "no" was perfectly formed in his mind as an option, it didn't quite make it to his mouth. Or his hips, which arched, grinding his dick against Ianto's thigh, desperate for friction. "Fuck – fuck me. Please."
Ianto had two lube-slick fingers easing inside him so quickly Kevin wondered what on Earth he would've done if the answer had been different.
- - - - - -
"So, I wanna know more about your job," Kevin said, head resting in Ianto's lap on the kind of lazy afternoon he knew Ianto would probably be spending re-alphabetizing the bookcases if he weren't visiting.
"I've told you all I can, honestly. Top secret government work. Very dangerous, many opportunities to be dashing. Also, there's excellent coffee."
"Mmm you make the best coffee. And okay, so...something else. Coworkers."
"You're not used to having free time, are you."
"I'm just curious." Kevin turned a little, pressed a quick kiss to the exposed skin where Ianto's shirt was riding up a little. "I could sing 'Getting to Know You', if that'd be a better explanation."
"Please don't." Ianto's fingers, not used to (nor particularly good at) idleness, toyed with Kevin's hair. "I don't think there's much to tell there, either. You've met Gwen, and I've told you plenty about Jack."
"The one I have to thank."
Ianto snorted. "He'd like that too much."
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
When Kevin was seven years old, a babysitter – on one of the rare occasions they'd had one – had a family emergency, and when she couldn't get in touch with their parents just brought the three of them to the hospital with her. Hours later, long after their bedtime, Kevin could hear their parents...not arguing, really, just a little less on the same page than usual, and his mom said she didn't care whether she should blame the babysitter or not, she just didn't feel right unless everyone was at home.
Either through genetics or the power of long-ago suggestion, Kevin had inherited that. And so the biggest downside to finally moving in with Ianto was that on the nights he got called away from their warm bed to deal with whatever it was they dealt with at his super-secret job, Kevin's sleep was shot until he was back home.
Of course, that might be less a natural wish to have him home, and more an inability to forget that Ianto warned him his work was dangerous. Because he always breathed a sigh of relief when the phone rang and Ianto was on the other end, alive, and he had a feeling his mother never dealt with that.
"Dangerous part's over, for the moment," Ianto said, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. He had to be due for a vacation soon.
"So you'll be home...?"
"Don't know, sorry. Paperwork, still, and Gwen picked up some extra last time so I could get home earlier, so I get to return the favor."
Somewhere in the background, Kevin could hear Jack hollering about coffee. "Ballpark?"
"I'd guess hour and a half, at best. No more than two."
"Call me when you're on your way, I'll start breakfast."
"You don't have to wait up, Kevin."
"I know. Love you."
"Jack, the world will not end if you have to wait for your coffee, I'm on the phone. Love you too."
- - - - - - -
Kevin could tell what kind of night Ianto'd had by the way he kissed him when he got home. On the worst nights he'd come in the door pale, maybe shaking, and kiss Kevin like he was drowning and Kevin had the last oxygen on Earth.
(Those were the nights Kevin would sit up long after Ianto had fallen into a drug-aided sleep, wondering what Ianto had been through and thinking that maybe, probably, it was time for him to just flat-out beg Ianto to get a safer job.)
Most nights, though, Ianto just gave him a quick kiss and they went on to do whatever it was they had planned for the evening (or morning), and it was like Ianto had a normal job and Kevin only had to worry as much as a normal boyfriend. It probably went without saying those were the nights (or mornings, whatever) he liked best.
And then there were mornings like this, when Ianto marched into the kitchen with great purpose and only paused long enough to turn the burner off (Kevin had been calmly cooking eggs for them) before shoving Kevin against the wall and kissing him senseless.
Kevin could stand more of these mornings.
- - - - - -
Later, when neither of them could possibly get it up again, when their bodies were too fatigued for another go even if their dicks were up to it, when Ianto was fairly certain they could hydrate the Sahara with the sweat soaked into their sheets, Kevin looked up at him – sleepy, satisfied, and absolutely gorgeous. "Not that I'm complaining, at all, but where on Earth did that come from?"
Nowhere. Not that he could tell Kevin that, of course.
He'd been checking out a small, harmless-looking piece of left-behind tech from the aliens Jack had called him out of bed to deal with, hoping to find out enough to wrap up the report before he left (that way he wouldn't feel quite so bad about spending the entire day in bed to make up for the night working).
When his thumb caught a small button on the side, it only took about twenty minutes for him to begin wishing he'd worn slightly more forgiving trousers. He stuck around long enough for Jack and Rupesh to figure out the button released a spray of some kind of aphrodisiac (of course, they figured it out by spraying poor Rupesh, who as far as Ianto knew didn't have anyone to work it out of his system with), and then he was off to...share the love, or something.
"I don't know. But I wish I had the energy to change the sheets."
- - - - - -
"Stop me if this is too personal," Ianto said, somewhat out of the blue, as he and Jack enjoyed a rare moment of peace and quiet in the Hub, "but you mentioned, once or twice, you'd been...in the family way."
Jack snorted. "I hate euphemisms. And yes, I have."
"Did – how?"
That earned him an eyebrow arch; Ianto could feel his cheeks heating. "Well, when a daddy loves another daddy very much..."
"You know that's not what I meant. Was it something that just happened – do we evolve for it, somewhere along the way - or was there technological intervention?"
"Ianto, where is this going?"
"Does the technology exist to make a man pregnant, and if so, do we have access to it?"
Realization seemed to dawn on Jack; he leaned back in his chair, swept his eyes over Ianto, and grinned. "Am I the first to congratulate the mother of the first Jonas grandchild?"
"As long as you prefer my coffee to Lois', sir, I'd recommend not annoying me. I may do something nasty to it."
"You respect coffee too much to do that. And am I?"
"I...possibly. We've been talking about adopting, or surrogacy, and I...wanted to ask. Just in case."
Jack's smile got a little softer, less smug but no less happy (although there was a hint of something sad somewhere around the eyes), and he set his coffee down. "I'll have to double-check, but I think we've got everything. The big question is Rupesh – do you trust him? Because he'd be it for you guys, not as if you could go waltzing into an NHS hospital six months along with a question."
"I believe I do. Is it possible we could get someone temporarily, with a little Retcon?"
"We're trying to go easier on the Retcon, Jones. Just...talk it over with Kevin. If it's what you wanna do, we'll work it out."
- - - - - -
Kevin must have heard Ianto's car in the driveway; he already had a bookmark in whatever he was reading and was in the middle of closing the book and sitting up when Ianto walked into the living room.
"You're home early," he said, after Ianto kissed him hello and sat down.
"We were having a slow day, and I need to talk to you."
Kevin arched his eyebrow. "Good or bad?"
"I...don't know yet. Hopefully good."
Another eyebrow arch, and Ianto got up to settle next to Kevin on the sofa, threading their fingers together. "You're home three hours earlier than usual, I got the 'sorry-distracted-lot-on-my-mind' kiss, and you're acting all...worried and solemn. I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"I just said I don't know." Ianto settled against him more, kissed him again a little more sweetly, and sighed. "I want to talk to you about work."
- - - - - -
Kevin had tried, really hard, not to get upset. And he hadn't, at first, because it wasn't the principle that bothered him – he couldn't really get mad about Ianto lying for security reasons when he'd known from early on Ianto couldn't tell him much.
Porn, light bondage, sex pollen, pre-mpreg.
It wasn't that Kevin had a problem with their fans' enthusiasm, it was just that he'd always been a far more sedate person than either of his brothers, and had a much harder time adapting to the chaos. But he was luckier than them in some ways, too, 'cause while their downtime activities tended to be the same kind of stuff the fans liked, or expected them to be doing, or whatever other reason led to them getting mobbed or photo-stalked or...whatever, Kevin had a few escapes that were pretty much guaranteed fan-free zones.
At the very least, if he got recognized in one of his favorite upscale menswear shops, it was likely to be by someone with the maturity not to screech in his face.
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
Kevin can't breathe, think, speak, and he damn sure can't decide (not while his blood is boiling head pounding bones melting into goo) whether it was a good or bad idea to suggest Ianto pair a scarf with his usual impeccably-tailored suit.
Because while Ianto using that scarf to tie him to the headboard seemed like a pretty awesome thing on the surface, Kevin was so turned on it hurt, so desperate he was shameless.
"You," Ianto murmured, from between Kevin's spread thighs, pausing once or twice to kiss and nibble smooth skin, "are so repressed it's not even funny."
Kevin really wanted to say something witty, but he couldn't out-snark Ianto when his brain was fully functioning, so when it had been replaced with pea soup, or something equally sludgy and not...brain...ish (see?) trying was pointless.
Especially when Ianto drew his tongue along Kevin's cock, from base to tip, as slowly as he possibly could until any parts of Kevin that hadn't already turned to goo melted away.
And grinned. Nnnnngh.
"Usually, I have to try a little for incoherence."
All the pea-soup-brain-mush could come up with in response was "Nnngh."
Ianto rolled his eyes, slid his hands up to rest on Kevin's hips, and wrapped his lips around the slick head of Kevin's dick. Fuckyes. Heat wetness suction just the right amount of suction until fuck no suction just tongue exploring did he mention hot wet fuck. Kevin jerked his hips against Ianto's deceptively-strong grip, let out an awkwardly desperate whine when Ianto lifted his head. Bastard.
He slid up Kevin's body, moving with that grace he had that people spent ages trying to learn but that just...came to him, naturally, captured his lips in a kiss so Kevin could feel the wicked smile when he brushed his thigh against Kevin's aching cock.
"What do you want?" Ianto asked, lips still brushing Kevin's. "Tell me."
"Nnngh."
Ianto laughed at that, breath tickling against Kevin's face, and rubbed his leg against Kevin's dick.
"English or Welsh, please. I can't do it if I don't know what you're asking for, can I?"
"I - " Kevin was surprised he could feel it, hot as he already was, but his cheeks were heating up and for the love of fuck of all times to blush like a little girl, "You. Please, I – you."
"Yes," Ianto said, kissed him again. "Me. I'm going to need, at the minimum, a verb and a body part."
For the first time that afternoon – for the first time ever – Kevin thought about saying no, telling Ianto to let him up, it'd gone a little too far. Ianto knew how embarrassed he got, and for fuck's sake he'd only admitted he liked men a few months ago, had been a virgin only a little longer than that – he didn't even swear unless the situation was dire (or a sexy, sexy, sexy Welshman had shorted out his filters with his sexy sexiness), and this was not the time to be pushing or the subject to push.
But while "no" was perfectly formed in his mind as an option, it didn't quite make it to his mouth. Or his hips, which arched, grinding his dick against Ianto's thigh, desperate for friction. "Fuck – fuck me. Please."
Ianto had two lube-slick fingers easing inside him so quickly Kevin wondered what on Earth he would've done if the answer had been different.
- - - - - -
"So, I wanna know more about your job," Kevin said, head resting in Ianto's lap on the kind of lazy afternoon he knew Ianto would probably be spending re-alphabetizing the bookcases if he weren't visiting.
"I've told you all I can, honestly. Top secret government work. Very dangerous, many opportunities to be dashing. Also, there's excellent coffee."
"Mmm you make the best coffee. And okay, so...something else. Coworkers."
"You're not used to having free time, are you."
"I'm just curious." Kevin turned a little, pressed a quick kiss to the exposed skin where Ianto's shirt was riding up a little. "I could sing 'Getting to Know You', if that'd be a better explanation."
"Please don't." Ianto's fingers, not used to (nor particularly good at) idleness, toyed with Kevin's hair. "I don't think there's much to tell there, either. You've met Gwen, and I've told you plenty about Jack."
"The one I have to thank."
Ianto snorted. "He'd like that too much."
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
When Kevin was seven years old, a babysitter – on one of the rare occasions they'd had one – had a family emergency, and when she couldn't get in touch with their parents just brought the three of them to the hospital with her. Hours later, long after their bedtime, Kevin could hear their parents...not arguing, really, just a little less on the same page than usual, and his mom said she didn't care whether she should blame the babysitter or not, she just didn't feel right unless everyone was at home.
Either through genetics or the power of long-ago suggestion, Kevin had inherited that. And so the biggest downside to finally moving in with Ianto was that on the nights he got called away from their warm bed to deal with whatever it was they dealt with at his super-secret job, Kevin's sleep was shot until he was back home.
Of course, that might be less a natural wish to have him home, and more an inability to forget that Ianto warned him his work was dangerous. Because he always breathed a sigh of relief when the phone rang and Ianto was on the other end, alive, and he had a feeling his mother never dealt with that.
"Dangerous part's over, for the moment," Ianto said, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. He had to be due for a vacation soon.
"So you'll be home...?"
"Don't know, sorry. Paperwork, still, and Gwen picked up some extra last time so I could get home earlier, so I get to return the favor."
Somewhere in the background, Kevin could hear Jack hollering about coffee. "Ballpark?"
"I'd guess hour and a half, at best. No more than two."
"Call me when you're on your way, I'll start breakfast."
"You don't have to wait up, Kevin."
"I know. Love you."
"Jack, the world will not end if you have to wait for your coffee, I'm on the phone. Love you too."
- - - - - - -
Kevin could tell what kind of night Ianto'd had by the way he kissed him when he got home. On the worst nights he'd come in the door pale, maybe shaking, and kiss Kevin like he was drowning and Kevin had the last oxygen on Earth.
(Those were the nights Kevin would sit up long after Ianto had fallen into a drug-aided sleep, wondering what Ianto had been through and thinking that maybe, probably, it was time for him to just flat-out beg Ianto to get a safer job.)
Most nights, though, Ianto just gave him a quick kiss and they went on to do whatever it was they had planned for the evening (or morning), and it was like Ianto had a normal job and Kevin only had to worry as much as a normal boyfriend. It probably went without saying those were the nights (or mornings, whatever) he liked best.
And then there were mornings like this, when Ianto marched into the kitchen with great purpose and only paused long enough to turn the burner off (Kevin had been calmly cooking eggs for them) before shoving Kevin against the wall and kissing him senseless.
Kevin could stand more of these mornings.
- - - - - -
Later, when neither of them could possibly get it up again, when their bodies were too fatigued for another go even if their dicks were up to it, when Ianto was fairly certain they could hydrate the Sahara with the sweat soaked into their sheets, Kevin looked up at him – sleepy, satisfied, and absolutely gorgeous. "Not that I'm complaining, at all, but where on Earth did that come from?"
Nowhere. Not that he could tell Kevin that, of course.
He'd been checking out a small, harmless-looking piece of left-behind tech from the aliens Jack had called him out of bed to deal with, hoping to find out enough to wrap up the report before he left (that way he wouldn't feel quite so bad about spending the entire day in bed to make up for the night working).
When his thumb caught a small button on the side, it only took about twenty minutes for him to begin wishing he'd worn slightly more forgiving trousers. He stuck around long enough for Jack and Rupesh to figure out the button released a spray of some kind of aphrodisiac (of course, they figured it out by spraying poor Rupesh, who as far as Ianto knew didn't have anyone to work it out of his system with), and then he was off to...share the love, or something.
"I don't know. But I wish I had the energy to change the sheets."
- - - - - -
"Stop me if this is too personal," Ianto said, somewhat out of the blue, as he and Jack enjoyed a rare moment of peace and quiet in the Hub, "but you mentioned, once or twice, you'd been...in the family way."
Jack snorted. "I hate euphemisms. And yes, I have."
"Did – how?"
That earned him an eyebrow arch; Ianto could feel his cheeks heating. "Well, when a daddy loves another daddy very much..."
"You know that's not what I meant. Was it something that just happened – do we evolve for it, somewhere along the way - or was there technological intervention?"
"Ianto, where is this going?"
"Does the technology exist to make a man pregnant, and if so, do we have access to it?"
Realization seemed to dawn on Jack; he leaned back in his chair, swept his eyes over Ianto, and grinned. "Am I the first to congratulate the mother of the first Jonas grandchild?"
"As long as you prefer my coffee to Lois', sir, I'd recommend not annoying me. I may do something nasty to it."
"You respect coffee too much to do that. And am I?"
"I...possibly. We've been talking about adopting, or surrogacy, and I...wanted to ask. Just in case."
Jack's smile got a little softer, less smug but no less happy (although there was a hint of something sad somewhere around the eyes), and he set his coffee down. "I'll have to double-check, but I think we've got everything. The big question is Rupesh – do you trust him? Because he'd be it for you guys, not as if you could go waltzing into an NHS hospital six months along with a question."
"I believe I do. Is it possible we could get someone temporarily, with a little Retcon?"
"We're trying to go easier on the Retcon, Jones. Just...talk it over with Kevin. If it's what you wanna do, we'll work it out."
- - - - - -
Kevin must have heard Ianto's car in the driveway; he already had a bookmark in whatever he was reading and was in the middle of closing the book and sitting up when Ianto walked into the living room.
"You're home early," he said, after Ianto kissed him hello and sat down.
"We were having a slow day, and I need to talk to you."
Kevin arched his eyebrow. "Good or bad?"
"I...don't know yet. Hopefully good."
Another eyebrow arch, and Ianto got up to settle next to Kevin on the sofa, threading their fingers together. "You're home three hours earlier than usual, I got the 'sorry-distracted-lot-on-my-mind' kiss, and you're acting all...worried and solemn. I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"I just said I don't know." Ianto settled against him more, kissed him again a little more sweetly, and sighed. "I want to talk to you about work."
- - - - - -
Kevin had tried, really hard, not to get upset. And he hadn't, at first, because it wasn't the principle that bothered him – he couldn't really get mad about Ianto lying for security reasons when he'd known from early on Ianto couldn't tell him much.