|Gareth meets Robert Downey Jr (finally) at John Barrowman's. It goes about as expected.||[Dec. 27th, 2007|09:02 am]|
It had taken a good many minutes on the phone, but Gareth had finally convinced John that he doesn't need to be picked up at the airport, that he can take the car that John sends, especially since Robert's been there and is leaving soon, using the car that Gareth will be arriving in. Not that Gareth's not been thinking about Robert being there when he's not been. John's assured him and logically he knows that there's nothing between them aside from abiding friendship. And yet. There's been an uncomfortable knot in his stomach the whole time he's been away. They've talked every night, John's been true to his instructions (Gareth didn't like the idea of orders). But as he sits, fidgeting in the back of the car, Gareth's quite ready to see him lover. To make sure that his lover is, well. His lover.|
Meanwhile, Robert has his suitcase open and his clothes packed. Maggie lays on it. "I can't take you, darling," he tells the dog. "John would never forgive me. And we know how he pouts."
"I might forgive you one day," John answers and he hugs Robert. "Too soon," he says softly. It always is. "Still, at least you'll get to meet Gareth." He's not nervous, dammit.
"I will. And give him the stern 'don't fuck with John' lecture and give him the Downey Jr. seal of approval. Fuck, I feel old," Robert says into John's shoulder.
"You are not old," John says. "I promise. You are not old. I know you feel it some days, but you're a survivor." His arms tighten. "You're young at heart. Like me."
"With less white teeth. That would be one reason to quit smoking." Robert kisses John's cheek and steps back. "So let's see. Where's my rifle...."
"Don't you mean shotgun?" John teases. He looks around. "Not around here..."
"No, we've moved to the twenty-first century. When everything changes. We gotta be ready." Robert can't resist, snickering. "Damn. I forgot it. They confiscated it in customs."
"Oh well. No gun," John says. "Hm. Have to dazzle him with your wit instead." Just a tiny note of sarcasm.
"Oh, well, shit. We're screwed." Robert nudges his glasses up his nose. "Give me a drink before I go, John. Something fizzy. With lime." And he laces his fingers with John's. No matter how often they do it, it always hurts some to know they're going to be apart.
"Be right back," John answers and he feels the sadness too, squeezing their hands before heading out to the kitchen. He's in the middle of struggling with the ice and cutting the limes when Robert comes out.
"So when are you coming back home? Or now that your true love lives here, are you never coming back? Denouncing your colonist status?"
"I haven't thought of it," John says. "We'll be visiting, but as long as the work's here, I won't be moving back. Ask me in a couple of years..." though he'd like to live in America with Gareth, he thinks. If Gareth wants that.
"I'll make a note." And as Robert says that, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it, honey," he calls, grinning as he goes to the door, pulling it open.
On the other side, Gareth stands, and he stares. "Oh, erm." Maybe he has the wrong house? Though he doubts the driver would get it wrong.
"Ianto," Robert says with a smile and appraising eyes. The boy's tall. And young. "Robert. Good to finally meet you. I've heard boatloads about you."
Cue more blinking. "Gareth," he corrects automatically. "You... have?"
"Oh, yes. John's been gushing about you for days... weeks. Perhaps even years." Robert puts out his hand and Gareth takes it. Firm handshake Robert thinks, nodding.
"Erm. Is he... here?" Gareth asks, taking his hand back.
"He is," Robert says, stepping aside and holding the door.
Glancing at Robert out of the corner of his eye (he's shorter than Gareth expected), Gareth comes in and sets own his bag.
"Gareth!" John almost drops the drinks. "Water with ice and lime?" And he puts the glasses on the table and doesn't quite run the four or five steps across the room to hug Gareth. He does walk the steps very fast, though.
And it's a bit like the hug at the end of the season of Torchwood, Robert notes as he watches. The way John cups Gareth's head, the way Gareth's arms come around his waist. And suddenly, he's not sure he should be watching this. He snaps his fingers for Maggie and bends down to rub her ears.
Gareth's eyes fall shut and he breathes in, fisting material of John's shirt in his hands as he holds tight. He should let go. Robert's here. And he will. He will. His cheek slips along John's as he leans back, and looks into those eyes. "Erm, hi."
"Hi," John whispers. For just a moment, as he looks into Gareth's eyes, there is no one else in the world. He remembers a second later that there are people. And Maggie. Slowly he eases back, but keeps one arm around Gareth's waist. "I take it you two introduced yourselves?" he smiles.
"Yes," Robert says from where he kneels. "I'm not sure he looked appropriately intimidated though," he has to say, because the poor guy had looked downright terrified, and he grins. "Should I go get my shotgun?"
Blinking, Gareth looks between them both, pressing to John some more. "Sorry...not shotguns are necessary, I assure you--"
John rolls his eyes, noticing the look of terror, and guessing it's probably milder than the one from earlier. "Robert thinks he's witty. I indulge that in him, though I'm starting to wonder why. If it seems like a joke? It is. If it doesn't? It probably is too. Except when he's serious."
"I'm hurt," Robert says, not hurt. He stands up and walks over to the table to get his water, though and he looks Gareth over again in the meantime, before looking at John and winking. "I think," he says to Gareth, "this is when I'm supposed to give you the parent-type speech about not hurting John because I'll hunt you down." Then his eyes narrow. "But I have a hunch I won't need to worry about that."
Just how red are Gareth's cheeks? He can't even imagine. "I--I have no intention of hurting anyone, really."
John stays back, but if he really feels Gareth needs him, he'll step in. He knows Robert has no intention of actually bullying Gareth, but it is sometimes hard to know where the line falls. "Light roasting, Robert. Don't terrify him."
Gareth squares his shoulders. He likes that he's a few inches taller, suddenly. It's not unlike dealing with Burn. "If he's talked to you, I'm sure he's told you that things are... very good."
"He has," Robert replies, his tone and eyes warming some more. Show me more of that backbone. Come on. Fight back. Show me you've got John's back when he needs you. "John and I once discussed that anyone he dated after Michael needs to have my seal of approval. He's occasionally had bad taste."
At the mention of Michael, Gareth stiffens more, his own eyes narrowing. "I've no intention of letting anything like that happen. And I resent your implication." Any matters of John's taste, he feels can be left for another time.
And that's when Robert smiles and he nudges at his glasses. "You should." He picks up one of the glasses and hands it to Gareth. "To John," he says, raising his own. "The best man I know."
Eyes still wary, Gareth too raises his glass. He's wondering if he's passed a test.
John knows that Gareth's passed a test, and passed it with flying colours. He takes his own glass up. "And to all of us getting along."
"As if that's in question," Robert replies dryly. "John told me you smoke. Thank fuck because I was beginning to feel like the only unhealthy person left in the world."
Still cautious, Gareth takes a drink before replying. "Now that can't be true," he says, eyes on his glass before sliding over to John. "After all, there's no accounting for the Spice Girls reunion, either."
"This is very true," John nods. "I mean, really. That's musical taste?" He slides his arm around Gareth's waist again. "Luckily I don't mind kissing a smoker," he teases.
"After all this time, you tell me this?!" Robert teases. "I'm crushed!" He shakes his head. "When dreams die."
At that, Gareth nearly smiles. "I can give you reports, if you'd like."
"No," Robert sighs, dramatically. "It would be too painful. I'm just going to get my bag and have my girlfriend tongue-kiss me and I'll leave."
John bursts into laughter (but there's a part of him remembering that the dream died a long time ago too) at that. "He means Maggie. She adores him as much as she adores you, the slut."
"Don't call my girlfriend a slut!" Robert declares as he finishes his water and sets the glass down. "I'll let you lovebirds have some time before I go. Come on, Maggie," he calls to the dog. "I won't let John besmirch your honor!"
Watching him go, Gareth waits until they're alone and turns back to John. He just looks for the moment, taking him in. "I missed you," he whispers.
"I missed you too, so much," John says. "Not that it wasn't wonderful to see Robert, but... he's not you." His arms go around Gareth.
"I think we've proven that," Gareth says, smiling as he reaches up to touch John's face, his cheek, his lips. "Kiss me," he murmurs and presses his lips to John's, hands cupping his face, any noises he's making getting lost.
John whimpers into the kiss and just holds himself there, needing, wanting, but the kiss is everything as well. It goes on for a very long time and eventually he has to breathe. "I love you," he says, the words not as held back as they have been.
Gareth presses his warm cheek to John's. The words are there; on the tip of his tongue. He can hear himself saying them. But he can't quite say them. Not yet. So he simply holds John tighter, his eyes closing. "I told my parents about you."
And that is almost as much of a shock as it would've been to hear the words back. "Do I dare ask how they took it? Did they know?"
"They knew. I've not been as sneaky as I thought I was. They just kept exclaiming 'Captain Jack?!' over and over," Gareth admits with a soft laugh.
"Well, that could have been worse," John laughs too. "I'm glad. And it sounds funny. Though maybe not if you were there. I wish I had been..."
"I wish you had been too," Gareth whispers. "Kiss me again?"
Robert clears his throat. "Right," he says from the doorway. "Do I get a kiss goodbye?"
"Maybe two if you're lucky," John teases.
And Gareth's back to blinking. "No offense if I don't. I just met you."
"None taken," Robert laughs. "But I will steal your boyfriend and hug him." And he does, arms tight around John's waist. "Behave yourself," he murmurs. "I'll call."
John hugs back and smiles. "You better. I love you." And he knows his tone is different to the one he uses with Gareth. Which he has never noticed before now. "And does he get the stamp of approval?" Just for the record.
"He does," Robert says, arm still around John's waist as he smiles at Gareth. "Don't abuse it."
"I--" Gareth has no idea what's going on. So he just shakes his head. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Robert finally lets go and goes to get it bag and take it to the door. "You two be good and have a fantastic new year. I'll ring when I'm back in the states." And he misses Jake. He tips his imaginary hat and walks out the door, closing it behind himself.
"I really should've taken him to the airport," John says, fussing slightly. He turns to Gareth. What now? "I've missed you..." softly.
"I thought about you all the time," Gareth replies, holding John's face again. "I can't wait to touch you. Can we go to your bedroom?"
"I thought you'd never ask," John answers with a smile. "And yes. I need... I need you. Please."
Letting John lead the way, Gareth follows and gives Maggie a pet as she meets them in the hallway. But in the bedroom, he shuts the door and leans back against it. "I worried when I was away. That you and Robert were ... That you touched each other. I know I shouldn't have, you don't need to assure me. But it's what I thought."
"No one is going to ever touch me again unless you allow it," John says. "As long as I'm yours, I give that to you." He moves over to Gareth and hugs him tightly.
"You're mine." It comes out in a sharp whispered hiss. And Gareth kisses John almost fiercely, in a motion sure to bruise their lips.
John can feel the throbbing in his lips already. And he doesn't care. "We need less clothes," he murmurs. "Much less clothes."
"Undress, then," Gareth retorts, pushing him a few steps away. He starts to pull at his own, clothes, his heavy jacket, his jumper and his trousers, kicking off his shoes and bending to remove his socks.
It takes John less time, as he's only wearing indoor clothes, and he watches as Gareth bends in frank appreciation. "Did I ever tell you you have a great ass?"
Blushing over his entire body, Gareth shakes his head and laughs. "Not lately." Then he looks at John more directly. "It's yours, you know. If you want... to." Switching hadn't quite made it into their conversation yet.
It hasn't occurred to John, well, beyond thinking he'd like to fuck Gareth and that didn't necessarily... Oh hell, John, stop thinking! "It's been a very long time since I topped anyone and I've never... never dommed."
"Do you... want to? Either, I mean." John's seeming uncertainty is making Gareth nervous. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested?
"I don't know about Domming," John says. "But the other? Oh yes. I want that. Now would be good."
"Oh, al..alright." Gareth replies. "I'd like that, too. I... I haven't. Not very often. But I want to. With you."
John kisses Gareth. "Mmmm. I promise I'll be gentle. Prepare you as well as you do me, and then slide into you carefully."
Groaning at the thought, Gareth leans into him. "God, I want you so bloody much it makes me cross-eyed with it, I think."
"I know the feeling. Do you know what I did after all those scenes...?" John asks. "The ones where I got to hold you or touch you and I couldn't make you see, not yet?" He whispers it. "I had to relieve the tension..."
"John," Gareth moans softly, feeling once again, his cheeks heat. "Please...."
"Please what, Gareth?" John asks, and he's not teasing. Gareth could be asking him to continue talking.
"Touch me," Gareth whispers. "I need you." His cock is hard and he wants.
"Stroke yourself for me," John says, softly. He lays on the bed, stroking himself lightly. Nowhere near enough, not yet, to be close.
Gareth's breathe stutters as he wraps his hand around himself, slowly moving it from root to tip, gathering the precome and sliding his hand back down. His eyes go heavy-lidded and he groans again, softly.
"You're... god," John moans. He doesn't know how he'll ever get enough of watching Gareth. "Your eyes, right now? You look at me like that long enough and I'll come..."
Of course, the effect of that is for Gareth's eyes to go even darker and they flick down John's body. He hisses the word, "Don't."
"Not going to, just that I could," John murmurs. His fingers slow even more. "Get over here..." it's a plea, nowhere near an order.
It's only a few strides for Gareth to cross the floor and then he crawls up over John's body, pressing down until skin is pressed against skin, including mouths and he sucks on John's tongue.
John moans as their tongues (and everything else) meet. His body is alive with need. His fingers grip Gareth's ass and one slips over the puckered skin, stroking gently, feeling Gareth shiver as he does.
"Oh," Gareth moans, arse clenching before he relaxes again. "Oh, god." He rests on his elbows and nuzzles John's cheek. "Oh, god."
"You okay?" John asks, softly. "I promise to be gentle..." he wants gentle, even with the urgency of having been apart for so long. His kisses turn even more tender, too.
"Fine, I'm fine. I just... want." Gareth ducks his head into John's neck. "I want... everything with you."
"Everything?" John whispers, lips teasing Gareth's ear. His finger slips inside, and god. He's tight. John goes very slowly.
Breathlessly, Gareth replies, "Maybe not everything... it's unfair to ask right now...."
"We'll get there," John agrees. He reaches over Gareth with his other hand, retrieves the tube that sits on the bedstand and moves his finger back out. "Just a moment. Need to make you wet..." he murmurs again into Gareth's ear. "We need to talk a lot..." most of their time has been spent talking about things outside of bed until the tension sparked and they were doing rather than talking.
Feeling warm and needy, Gareth presses kisses and small bites to the skin of John's neck. They've weeks before they've to go back to work and he relishes small red marks that appear in a line, distracting from the pain of the intrusion.
"God, distracting, but don't you dare stop," John whispers. "I love wearing your marks..." he slicks his fingers, and the path back in for the first one is slightly easier. He presses in enough to find Gareth's prostate and he strokes. "So hot inside... so tight."
"O-o-oh." Gareth all but whimpers into John's neck. "Oh... bloody hell." It has been a very long time and the pleasure, mingling with the pain is making his bones feel like water.
It's been a long time for John too, and he's forgotten how this makes him feel, in all the best ways. "God..." He slips a second finger in, taking it as slowly. "So damn tight..."
As he feels his body give, Gareth starts to push back, take more in, feel more of the openness, knowing that more is coming. Deeper. He wants more.
John's cock twitches, knowing he's going to be inside this heat and god... he wants it to be as good for Gareth. He continues twisting his fingers inside and stretching, feeling the muscles give the way he wants them to. His fingers nudge Gareth's prostate with every twist. "God... I need you so much."
"John, please," Gareth whispers and he, carefully, rolls to his back, pulling John with him. "Now, please? I'm ready." He wraps his legs around John's hips.
Slicking his own cock, making sure he's got enough lube that neither of them will hurt, John goes with Gareth. He moves up, hips canting to line his cock up in just the right way and very slowly - he's going to take everything slowly - he presses the head inside Gareth as he looks at him. "God."
Gareth inhales sharply, arms tightening for a moment before he breathes out and feels himself loosen some. He nods just barely, eyes never leaving John's, and he waits for more.
It's so hard not to push harder, to press in fast, but John doesn't want that. He doesn't want to hurt Gareth. So he takes it slow, dotting kisses all over Gareth's skin as he eases into him. "Dear god you feel so good."
All Gareth can do is groan softly, his breathing coming in short, labored huffs. It helps, dramatically, to look into John's eyes and so he does that as he feels himself slowly give, feeling John deeper in him, filling him, marking him. That last bit deepens his groans to near-growls.
"Mine," John whispers. Oh he's felt it, as Gareth had said it, but there's something more, something deeper now, more primal. It's a mark on him as much as it is on Gareth. And the groans are not helping. Or maybe they are.
Digging his fingertips in, nails biting into skin, Gareth arches against John, up, closer, hips rocking. "John," he whispers. "Please, John. Fuck."
"Please what?" John asks, arching into Gareth even more deeply. "What more do you want?" He wants to do what Gareth needs.
"Don't stop. I wa--I want to feel you come inside me." Gareth flushes with it, but he says it. This is what he wants. So much.
"Not ever going to stop," John promises. "I want that too, I want to feel you around me. God. I..." he hesitates this time. He kisses Gareth instead of saying the words.
Love you. Gareth kisses him back, clenching underused muscles around John's cock. He shudders again when his prostate is jabbed and he groans.
"Mmmm," John rocks into Gareth, making his own noises. "Want to feel you come..." he isn't precisely giving permission, more stating his wishes.
"I need..." Gareth whispers before reaching between them, and stroking himself. "Oh.. God." He tries to catch his breath. "Oh!" And he's coming and it's so much more profound with the fullness, that his whole body feels as if it's convulsed with it.
John makes a note for next time that he should remember that, and then he is utterly lost in the clench around him, the heat and tightness and he's coming, filling Gareth, groaning with need and pleasure as he rests his head on Gareth's shoulder.
It's hot inside him, Gareth fancies, and he shudders again with it. "Oh, god," comes out in a whisper, turning to kiss whatever skin he can reach.
"Yeah," John whispers it into Gareth's skin. "That was... it was..." he gives up. Gareth's finally made him speechless.
"I think--" I love you. But Gareth doesn't say it. Not right after sex; it's not right. Instead, he urges John out because the stretch is a burn and he rolls to his side to pillow his head on John's shoulder. "It almost makes up for how much I missed you."
"Almost," John agrees, moving just enough to kiss Gareth's forehead and pull him a tiny bit closer. "But not quite. I'm not sure I can handle many separations. You think you can handle travelling with me whenever possible? I know it won't always be."
"I'd ... really like that," Gareth whispers. "A lot."
"Then we will," John nods. "We can plan on it. I want to take you so many places..." he smiles.
"I'd like to go to America," Gareth admits with a touch of pink to his cheeks. "I've never been."
"Then you shall go, maybe in a few weeks, before work starts again?" John asks.
"So soon? Erm... yes, alright." Gareth looks up at John. "I'll... look forward to it."
"I want to take a trip back there with no fear, no legal agenda to it," John says softly. "The last several times have been involving bad things. I want some good reasons to go there."
With that, Gareth holds tighter. "Then we'll make it so that that's the case. We won't let anyone hurt you."
"I know, no one will get to me through the people I have watching my back," John answers and he kisses Gareth. "I want to play tourist with you."
"I'll wear my camera around my neck, then and ask terribly rude questions."
John shakes with laughter. "You'll look adorable."
Arching a brow, Gareth tries to look as unadorable as possible. "You say that alot. Aren't I supposed to be manly and ... I don't know... stiff upper lip and all that?"
"I'm sorry, I find you irredeemably adorable. I hope that isn't a problem," John says. "I do also find you intimidating, sexy and delicious, not necessarily in that order."
"My, what a lot of adjectives," Gareth teases. "If I'm so delicious, might I talk you into feeding me? I'm famished."
"There's more," John answers. "Hot. Sexy - it bears repeating. Sweet. Kind. Loving. Beautiful. Supportive. Wonderful actor."
"Stop. Feed me." Gareth shoots for stern, his cheeks flaming red.
"Yes, of course," John says. "There's a fridge full of leftovers, even though Robert and I streamlined as much as we could. And we have to get up..." he doesn't mention that Gareth didn't quite make stern.
"Only long enough to get food, yes? So we can eat it here?" Gareth kisses John's neck. "That way we're here for the next time."
"I like the way you think," John nods. He reluctantly lets Gareth go, for now. "And yes. That sounds just about perfect..." he stands up. No need to dress, there's only Maggie to see them naked.
It's not classy, but Gareth doesn't care. As John walks ahead of him, Gareth just stares at his arse. It's a fine arse. And it's all his. This makes Gareth smile.