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Torchwood Fic: Invincible Summer (5/6)
Title: Invincible Summer (5/6)
Author: Emma
Characters: Tish Jones, John Hart, Andy Davidson
Rating: Starts NOT SAFE FOR WORK then veers off into plot. Sorry!
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
Part one is here; Part two is here; Part three is here; Part four is here
John Hart was, if truth be told, feeling a little raw. It hadn’t been hard to figure out what Jack was trying to do; Tish had been heading for a crash for a while now, and Andy was the kind of person who thrived on caring for others. He, John, was supposed to serve as the primer for their explosion. Instead, Tish’s amazing sexual intensity-- locked away for two decades-- had pulled them into something none of them could have expected.
It had been fantastic, and in any other circumstances he would have jumped in head first and damn the gravity mines. But these were not two casual strangers he’d found while on the pull; these were people he was connected to at so many levels the relationship tree resembled a spiderweb. Worse, they were people for whom he had some feeling.
In his own place and time none of this would have been a problem. The triad was the most common type of formal partnership among his people; when he had first met Jack, he had thought the idea of a two-parent household quite bizarre. But he lived and would die – by choice – in a place his people would consider barbaric. No matter how much people cared for each other, social pressure, even unspoken, would suck the air out of it. And none of them had the option to get up and leave
“What are you doing up?”
He looked up to see Andy lounging in the doorway, wearing only a few goosebumps.
“Just waiting until I can call Jack. Go back to bed, Andy.”
“I don’t think so.” He walked up John, grabbed the cup of coffee from his hand, and took a sip. “Ugh. Cold. You’ve been thinking too much, Hart.”
“Andy…”
“No. You are not going to cut and run. You are not going to do the so-called right thing. You are going to go back upstairs with me and we’re going to fuck each other senseless while Tish watches.”
“Bloody hell, Andy…”
“Listen to me, John. I don’t know what this is or whether we can make it work, or even if we will want to. I do know we are going to enjoy each other and let things develop.” He grinned wickedly. “Come on, John. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about us at least once.”
“Bloody Welshman.” He grabbed Andy by the scruff of the neck and pulled him close. The kiss started as half raw sex and half battle for domination then settled into a long, unhurried exploration. By the time their mouths separated they were both hard as rock and panting for air.
When they walked into the bedroom they found Tish sitting up, still half-asleep. She perked up when she noticed their arousal.
“Nope.” Andy landed a quick kiss in the vicinity of her ear. “Playing for you. Didn’t you say you wanted to watch?”
Tish looked like it was Christmas morning and Father Christmas had brought her everything she had asked for. John could not resist her in spite of his best intentions. He stripped off his trousers and climbed into bed. He snagged Andy and pulled him in with them. Tish scooted back until she was sitting up propped against the headboard, giving them the full range of the bed.
Andy crawled on top of John, legs on either side of his hips. He ran his tongue along John’s jaw to his chin, where he took a light bite before reaching John’s mouth. As they kissed, John ran his hands down Andy’s back, caressing him from shoulders to arse, then past it to gently rub at the heavy ball sack. Andy arched, a long whispered aaahh escaping him. Out of the corner of his eye John could see Tish, eyes wide and feverish, mouth slightly open, one hand stroking between her legs. She looked so beautiful and so needy John wanted to give her everything she could possibly want.
Grabbing Andy around the waist he flipped them over. The movement brought them close to Tish. He leaned in and bit her thigh then licked the spot.
“Feel free to join in whenever you want.” He carded his fingers through Andy’s hair. “I’ve been wondering what this would be like for years.”
“Me too.” Andy laughed. “And I just realized it.”
Andy reached between their bodies to grasp John’s cock. John lowered his head and licked at Andy’s lips until the Welshman growled and tried to take a bite at his tongue. John pressed butterfly kisses at the corner of Andy’s mouth, down his throat, and across his shoulders. Andy pumped John’s cock a few times then pressed it against his, holding them together in a loose fist as he started to move.
The friction drove John nearly insane. He tried to break the contract but Andy threw his legs around him and kept him in place. His arousal was heightened even more by the little sounds Tish was making as she rubbed her clitoris. He surrendered to the heat, pressing his mouth against Andy’s neck and matching his movements. It was fire and greed twisting together to create a glorious explosion that burned rational thought out of his brain. He wrapped his hand around Andy’s and squeezed hard. Andy’s howl as he came was matched by Tish’s sweet little whimper; the combination pushed John over the edge.
As their heart rates returned to normal, the two men pulled Tish between them. She was flushed, her skin damp. They caressed and stroked her body, sampling her with mouths and hands as she lay pliant.
“So good,” she whispered. “It feels so good.”
“Yes, you do.” John kissed her throat then her nipple. “You feel terrific.”
He stood up, stretching, and padded into the bathroom. Moistening a hand towel in warm water, he wiped himself down then toweled off. The earlier uncertainty had been replaced by satisfaction and a certain amount of determination. Damn the gravity mines indeed.
He soaked a larger towel, tossed a dry one over his shoulder, and returned to the bedroom. Tish and Andy were drowsing in each other’s arms. John’s attempt at separating them was met with sleepy grumbles.
“Come on, you two. Let’s get you clean. You can go back to sleep in a minute.”
He cleaned and dried them, then maneuvered them under the duvet. After wiping the worst of the mess off the duvet cover he slid in behind Tish, reaching across her to touch Andy. He smiled as he felt the other man tangle their fingers together. Fully at peace for the first time in a great many years, he allowed himself to slide into sleep.
The sound of his phone ringing woke him several hours later. He remembered putting it in the bedside table when they had come upstairs the first time. Disoriented, he made a grab for it and missed.
“Hold on,” Tish climbed across him to pick up the phone then settled back down. “Yes?”
“Tish?” John could hear Jack’s obscenely cheerful I've-had-my-coffee morning voice. “What are you doing answering John’s phone?”
“None of your business, Jack.”
The voices roused Andy. “Tell bloody Harkness to call back at a reasonable hour,” he said crankily before turning over and burying his face against Tish’s back.
There was a long silence at the other end. John felt the tension grip Tish’s body, and found he was holding his breath. Jack’s opinion was very important to Tish and Jack could be ridiculously overprotective of people he loved. He geared himself for battle.
“Letitia Jones!” Jack’s delight was obvious. “I knew you had it in you. Or should I say you’ve had them in you?”
John snatched the phone from Tish’s hand. “What do you want, Jack?”
“Protective, John?”
“Jack…”
“All right, all right! We’ve been busy pulling rugs out from under people’s feet. You will not be surprised to hear that there will be several spending-more-time-with-their-families resignations in the coming months. The cocky bastards didn’t even bother to hide their tracks.”
“So what was this all about?”
“It seems some bright young things in
“Ah. Miriam Ndunyu.”
“Yeah. They seemed to be a bit put out by the fact that the next prime minister most likely will be a black woman from a working-class neighborhood in
“So no Daleks, Sontarans, or Cybermen. Just your garden-variety racists.”
“At this time in Earth’s history they’re probably more dangerous.”
“What were they planning to do?”
“That’s the stupid part. They weren’t planning. Elizabeth Norton found out about the Valiant from her father, Commander Allan Norton. He was a supply officer working with the Toclafane, and hated every blessed minute of it. As a matter of fact, I suspected him of being one of Lucy’s contacts. He became obsessed with tracking down Stannick. After his death she found his research and used it. They hoped Stannick would lead their movement.”
“And is he?”
“According to Shaw, they were still in negotiations. He seemed extremely put out that his idol didn’t seem interested in leading a racial purity crusade.”
Tish had been listening quietly. “That still leaves Stannick with a basket full of Alhabaaran jewelry.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, “and the remnants of his old squadron according to what John sent us. I recognized the ginger one. Sergeant Major Ted Greene, a sadistic bastard and utterly devoted to Stannick.”
“What do you want us to do?”
“Sit tight. We’re on our way with troops of our own. We should be there by early evening.” After a pause, Jack said very softly. “And John… you and Andy and I… we will talk.”
“Absolutely.”
He put the phone back on the table and turned to Tish and Andy.
“From the Torchwood point of view this seems to have been more farce than tragedy.”
Andy suddenly looked nervous. “Did Jack say anything about…?”
“He sounded happy for me,” Tish whispered.
John rolled his eyes. “Of course he is, sweetheart. And part of him recognizes that you are a grown woman who needs and deserves a satisfying sex life. But you are also his baby sister. We” he pointed to Andy then at himself, “will get the third degree, complete with threats of severe bodily harm.”
“Don’t look so horrified, cariad.” Andy kissed Tish lightly. “We’re tough guys. We can take it. I think.”
They lazed the day away, never too far out of each other’s reach, touching petting, kissing. Whatever was growing between them – and all of them shied away from giving it a name – demanded constant reaffirmation. After lunch, Andy instigated a make-out session on the couch that left them breathless and aroused. They were considering a mad dash upstairs when Tish’s phone rang. She fished it out of her purse and pressed the answer button.
“Hello.”
“Letitia.”
“I don’t want to talk to you, Stannick.”
Andy and John came up off the couch as if jet-propelled. They crowded around her, pressing their heads against hers to try to hear both ends of the conversation.
“You will listen, Letitia, unless you want the girl to die.”
“What girl?”
“The nice girl from the shop. You seemed to like her a great deal. You and your… the men with you… will come to Fulworth immediately. You will not inform your superiors or the girl will pay.”
“Lovers, Stannick, the word you’re looking for is lovers. And why should I believe you have the girl?”
There was a short pause then all of them could hear Annie Lovett’s terrified voice.
“I’m sorry, Miss Jones. I’m sorry, but he says he’ll kill me if you don’t show up. Please help me. Please!”
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And the plot was great. I didn't see the Annie thing coming.
I'm so excited to see what happens in the next chapter!
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You do realize that you are creating a problem with global warming by writing stuff this hot.
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didn't see that little twist coming at all..
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Tish looked like it was Christmas morning and Father Christmas had brought her everything she had asked for.
me thinks the Jones girls are total fag hags ;)
Love the last plot twist!
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(Oh damn, I rhyme...)
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John's doubt, Andy's affirmation, they're lovely. Somehow you've inverted them without changing them, given us the best bits of both of them. It's beautiful.
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I love the twist here - no aliens just people being people.
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And as for the twist -- I thought, why not? We grow our own crazies without help, witness some of the response to the Obama election!
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First of all, love the idea that the triad is the most common partnership in John's culture. I think that totally fits him. And he's so comfortable in them. I can't decide if I like him better here or with Tosh and Ianto. I think here, because Ianto is meant to be with Jack, but John/Tosh/Ianto was still really hot.
Anyway! Love love love Andy knowing what John was thinking and bringing him back. John/Andy is awesome. New fav.
And oh my god, Annie. Somebody save her!
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