Title: Invincible Summer (4/6)

Author: Emma

Characters: Tish Jones, John Hart, Andy Davidson

Rating: WARNING: If I tell you three times, it is true, and I’m telling you three times, THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?

Spoilers: None. This takes place in my Homecoming AU, a year or so after The Hour of the Wolf

Summary: The Year That Never Was comes back to haunt Tish Jones and it’s up to John and Andy to help her exorcise the ghost.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. —Albert Camus

            Tish stormed into the parlour. “I don’t want to argue about this, Andy.”

            “And I’m not arguing. I’m simply saying that if you don’t pull it all out into the open, it’ll kill you by degrees.”

            She poured herself a snifter of brandy and tossed it down with reckless disregard for her stomach lining. “What the hell are you, my father confessor?”

            “Tish…”

            “I’m sorry, Andy. God, I’m sorry.”  She collapsed onto the large sofa under the windows. “You’re probably right, but I don’t think I know how. I kept my sanity by burying everything away. I’m afraid. God, I’m afraid.”

            “Of what?” John leaned against the door jamb, hands in pockets. “Of what you’ll say or of what people will think?”

            “Both, I suppose.”

            Andy knelt on the floor in front of her. “Tish, I was a cop for ten years, the last four in homicide. Then I joined Torchwood. There’s nothing you can say I haven’t seen already. And nothing will change my opinion of you. Even if I didn’t know you, I know Jack, and he trusts you implicitly. He would kill for you. He thinks you’re bloody amazing. And so do I.”

            “Besides,” John said, “if there’s one thing I know, it’s that monsters can only thrive in the dark. You’ve been feeding the monster for twenty years, Tish. If you don’t deal with it now, when you come face to face with Stannick you’ll freeze. You won’t see the man, you’ll see the monster.”

            “I’ll deal with Stannick!”

            “No, you won’t,” he snapped back. “You won’t even deal with him now. Tell me, Tish, when was the last time you trusted a man enough to let him see you naked? Hold you naked?”

            “What the hell do you know about it?” Goaded beyond control. She flung herself upwards, nearly knocking Andy on his arse. “Do you even know what he did to me?”

            “I know that you don’t like to be touched.”

            “Tish,” Andy stood behind her, arms loosely at his side, “Did he rape you?”

            “Oh, I wish he had! That I could understand. Saxon raped me. Once, early on. For the variety, he said. Then he discovered Jack’s little gift and it was all Jack all the time. I was his servant, his slave. Then one day he gave me to Stannick, as a thank you for destroying Japan. Gave me!” She was screaming now. “Can you even imagine what it’s like to be given away like a piece of candy or a pair of socks? I was property, to be passed around at my master’s will. I had no control of any kind, over anything. Do you know what that does to you?”

            “You said Stannick didn’t rape you.”

            “No. He was disgusted by touch. Wore gloves all the time and washed his hands constantly. No. He liked to look. He would have me strip and pose me in every humiliating, painful, degrading way he could think of. For hours. If I fell out of the pose he would cane me and pose me again and I would have to hold the pose for twice as long.” She turned her back on them to stare out the window. “I don’t think I can talk about this anymore.”

            “It’s a matter of power, isn’t it?” Andy asked. “You don’t trust anyone to have power over you. But do you trust yourself to have power over others?”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Tish,” John murmured, “look at us.”

            She turned. They stood in front of her, smiling, relaxed.

            “We trust you,” Andy said.

            They started to strip off their clothes. She tried to say something, anything, but her voice seemed locked away along with her breath. Once completely nude they knelt in front of her, hands held loosely behind their backs.

            “Your power.” John said. “Your choice.”

            She reached out, hesitantly, to run her hands over their hair. She felt their shivers as she stoked down their necks. Slowly, she dragged her hands back up to caress their upturned faces. She knew, in that moment, exactly what she wanted. She still didn’t know if she could go through with it, but, god, she wanted it beyond words and breath and sanity.

            “I’m greedy. I don’t want to choose.” The sudden leap of heat in their eyes made her resolution stumble a little. “I don’t know if I can…”

            “As far as you want,” John said.” Whatever you want.”

            “Can I just… look at you?”

            They stood up, holding themselves still, allowing her to explore. Afternoon sunlight washed their skin with gold highlights. So beautiful, her men. John was slightly tanned all over. He was surprisingly muscular. At first sight he seemed hairless, but when she ran her fingers over his chest she could feel a covering of fine, almost invisible, hair the exact color of his skin; a darker line arrowed from his bellybutton to his groin, where it widened into a fine mat around his genitals. She ran her fingers through it until she reached his cock, large and slightly curved. It fitted her palm exactly as her fingers curved around it.

            The slight sound he made went straight to her cunt. Without letting go of him she turned towards Andy, offering her mouth. He accepted the invitation, leaning in to cover it with his, nibbling along her lower lip, thrusting his tongue lazily past her teeth to wrap around hers. She wanted more, voracious now, so she brought up her other hand to grip his skull and press him closer so she could devour him. She kept it up until she could see spots in front of her eyes from lack of oxygen, then released him reluctantly, trailing kisses along his jaw. His whispered Duw filled her with a reckless sort of courage.

            She stepped back and held out her arms. “Would you take my clothes off? He always made me…”

            Andy touched his fingers to her lips. “No. He has no place here.”

            He moved behind her, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist and grasping the hem of her jumper. She raised her arms compliantly and he pulled it up slowly, then tossed it on the couch behind him.

            “Can I touch you?”

            “Yes,” she sighed more than said. “Please.”

            He ran his hand up her arms and across her shoulders until he found the straps of her camisole. Brushing his fingers lightly downwards along the lace he found her erect nipples. He brushed his thumbs across them as his palms cradled her breasts and kneaded. She looked down to see his big, capable fingers flex slightly with each gentle squeeze. She wanted desperately to feel them on her skin with nothing in between them. Impatient, she pushed his hands down to the hem of her camisole.

            He laughed in her ear. “You’re burning up.”

            This time he wasn’t slow. He yanked the camisole over her head and returned to her breasts. God, now she knew what they meant about his hands. Strong, with slightly rough palms, they knew exactly how to move over her. He sculpted her, alternating flat strokes and gentle squeezes; a hard pinch to her nipples made a little bubble of pleasure burst between her legs.

            The hot gush made her realize that she was still dressed from the waist down. She looked at John. He was watching them, pupils huge and dark, and his hand pumping his cock lazily.

            “Stop that,” she admonished grumpily, “That’s mine!”

            He laughed as he dropped to his knees. He removed her boots and socks then undid her trousers and dragged them and her panties off. Sitting back on his heels he admired her.

            “I don’t think you know how beautiful you look right now.”

            He ran his hands up her legs and nudged them open; sudden panic made her want to close them. Noticing her fear, Andy ran one of his hands down to her mound to caress her lips.

            “Let him, cariad. He wants to see you, kiss you, suck you. We want you so much.”

            Moaning, she turned her head and kissed him. Reaching behind, she grabbed his buttocks, pressing her own against his erection. She loved the way he groaned into her mouth, so she rocked her hips slightly to hear it again, but it was she who moaned when she felt John’s tongue against her. She looked down to see his face buried against her. His hands held her hips in place as he laved her with long strokes. She watched as one of his hands moved between her legs and felt two of his fingers enter her, stroking in and out. She keened and thrust her hips forward. He nibbled at her as he stroked, then took her clitoris into his mouth and sucked hard at the same time Andy rolled and twisted her nipples.

            She came, shaking from head to toes. If Andy hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed. John stood up and offered his fingers to Andy, who sucked on them eagerly.

            “Tasty,” he whispered in her ear. “But this was just an appetizer. What else do you want?”

            “Can I ask something personal?” His grin made her realize how silly she sounded. There could be nothing more personal than the way he held her, hands cradling her breasts and his erection rubbing slightly against the crack of her arse. “Have you ever been with a man?”

            “Yes.”

            “Would you… I know John is bisexual… would you let him kiss you?”

            “Maybe you should ask him if he wants to kiss me.”

            John’s answer was quick and to the point. Reaching over her shoulder, he pressed his mouth to Andy’s. For a few heartbeats Andy seemed to accept it passively, but then his hand grasped the back of John’s neck to pull him closer. From her angle, Tish could see their tongues tangling. When John reached around to grab Andy’s arse, she found herself the meat in a man-sandwich. Her own arousal began to build again as she felt their cocks rub rhythmically against her. She moved aside, letting their bodies press fully against each other, watching as they rocked in shallow thrusts, never breaking the kiss. She thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

            She tried to pull away to get a better view, but found herself caught in John’s grip. “Next time we’ll fuck each other senseless and let you watch. But this time we want you. Can we have you, Tish? Will you let us?”

            She nodded, mouth suddenly dry. Andy picked up a throw from the back of the couch and spread it along the seat. John brought Tish’s hand up to his lips and kissed the palm.

            “Any preferences, my lady?”

            She pushed him down to sit on the couch, then straddled him, her back to his chest. Raising herself up, she positioned his leaking cock at her entrance and slowly slid down until she was fully impaled, then held out her hand to Andy. He caught it in his. She pulled him closer until he was right in front of her.

            John started to rock in short, shallow thrusts as she ran her hands over Andy’s body. He was whipcord lean. Brown curls covered his upper chest, then ran in a thick line between his nipples and down to his groin. His cock was not as large as John’s but it was twice as thick, with a heavy, mushroom-shaped head. Thick, creamy liquid leaked from the large slit.

            “Vanilla cream.”

            “What?” he looked down at her, grinning, daring her to repeat her nonsense.

            “Never mind.”

            She grabbed his hips as she brought his cock to her lips, swiping her tongue along the broad head, then down the thick vein along the underside. She licked at it as if it were an ice-cream cone, wrapping her tongue around it. She felt John’s hands run up her torso and cup her breasts, rubbing her nipples. She pressed her hips down hard as she opened her mouth wide and took in as much of Andy as she could. His hands stroked her head, shoulders, and neck as she sucked, dipping her tongue into his slit to lap up his pre-come.

            Their movements became frantic. Tish could hear her lovers moaning. Andy was thrusting into her mouth in perfect counterpoint to John’s thrusts into her sheath. She burned up in the glorious heat they generated. Her men. Hers.

            She felt their orgasms roll through their bodies. Andy’s legs were quivering, barely holding him up. John’s heart beat frantically as if wanting to escape his chest. And her body… she felt energy pooling at the base of her spine and travel into her womb. She tightened around John and heard him groan. She felt him spurt into her. His hand slid down to press into her curls and rub hard at the base of her mount. She nearly screamed with the sensation. She sucked hard and felt Andy explode in her mouth. Her world narrowed down to the two men – her men – nothing existed but the amazing knowledge that she had brought them such pleasure. And then she heard Andy’s whisper.

            “Come for us, cariad.”

            Pleasure burst along every nerve ending. She collapsed back into John’s arms, her back arched, her mouth open in a long, soundless scream. Andy followed her, ending up on his knees with his upper body on top of hers.

            They rested in each other’s arms, trying to catch their breath.

            “We should go upstairs,” Andy said, not moving an inch.

            “Yeah,” John said. “Later. On the floor, Andy.”

            Andy dropped onto the carpet. John followed, carefully juggling Tish so she lay half on Andy, half on the rug. He pulled down a couple of cushions to serve as pillows, spread the heavy throw over all of them, then pressed himself against Tish’s back. Warm and cozy in their improvised bed, they slept.