Torchwood -- Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

[gracie_musica]

Title: Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
horizonssing Challenge: Day Nine
Date Written: 7/14/08
Rating: NC-17/Hard R
Word Count: 327
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Smut AND angst. Only Harkness.
Author Notes: The bunnies went dark on this one. Title from the famous Herrick poem. All previous horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.


"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."

- Violette Leduc,
Mad in Pursuit


He's moaning beneath me, panting, groaning my name, dark head thrown back, white skin stark against the deep green of the grass under his beautiful body. The sun's hot against my bare back, his fingers digging into my shoulder blades hard enough to bruise.

He likes to mark me, to lay a claim on me even if he laughs every time I mention it.

The legs around my waist tighten and he wiggles his hips enticingly, begging for harder, faster, more please Jack more and well, I'm never one to refuse a lover. He's hot and tight around me and damn, he's just fucking amazing.

Someday, I think, he'll be gone. All things have their time, and this beauty under me has his. I want to, I need to give him more time, time to live, to breathe, to be and be mine, as I am his.

I kiss him hard, eyes open, watching the bliss sweep across his face, committing his taste, his touch, his smell, the feel of his skin under mine to memory. His mouth is hard and hot against mine, and I'll never, ever forget it.

He arches and orgasms against me, white-hot wet come covering our bellies as he whimpers my name, neatly-kept fingernails breaking through my skin, the coppery scent of blood filling the air. The pain and pleasure mixes delightfully, the sensations intoxicating as I snap my hips forward, coming deep inside his beautiful body.

I collapse on top of him, nuzzling his neck and smiling contentedly as he slowly brings a hand up to pet through my hair.

One perfect, amazing afternoon. One that will keep me warm through the cold winters without him.

"Oh damn, Ianto, you're gonna kill me one day," I murmur against his skin, lips against his pulse point.

I feel him smile. "Jack." Not a question, not really, no upward swing in his inflection.

"Hmn?" His skin's warm and very distracting.

"'M not Ianto."

Comments

[katestamps.livejournal.com]

Oh Jack.

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Just the reaction I wanted. Thank you.

[teachwriteslash.livejournal.com]

Oh my poor Jack . . .how do you do so much with so few words?

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

I don't know. *blush* But I'm glad that you like it.

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* I was all, ooh, lovely, kinda melancholy and then BAM! OW! Oh, Jack. *pets him*

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean for it to turn out like it did, but that mysterious OC snuck in...

[rhianona]

oh this leaves a punch in the stomach, that it does. Poor Jack.

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad that you liked it.

[aeron-lanart.livejournal.com]

Ouch! Aw, Jack...

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Yes, poor Jack. I think he wanted some angst so Ianto muse would cuddle him.

[charlie-jae.livejournal.com]

Oh...

That makes my heart go pang, tis bittersweet.

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Yeah. No idea where it came from...

[shamazipan.livejournal.com]

Oh my word. You killed me. Completely. I think in a good way, but it still hurt.

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Thanks? ;)

[etmuse.livejournal.com]

Oh... that hurts. Just... poor Jack... (and poor OC too, knowing his lover still wishes he was with another...)

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just an overall sad fic, really.

[first-of-may-88.livejournal.com]

So beautiful...
Can I translate it into Russian?

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Yes! Just please send me the link to where it's archived?

[eviekeller.livejournal.com]

...

bloody hell hon...

all sweet and sunshiny and in one fell line...

oh the poor baby

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

*offers tissues*

I blame Jack muse on this one. I'm writing it and it's going swimmingly and he tugs my sleeve and goes, "Pssss... What if it's not Ianto?"

And thus the heartbreak began.

[eviekeller.livejournal.com]

*Glares at Jack muse*

Bad muse. Very bad muse.