Fully Clothed Coitus
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: James, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James strikes out on his own.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Dread Feet
Fully Clothed Coitus
“Think I’ll just have the onion rings, I had a whole burger for lunch,” Habren said as though it were a sin, “what about you?”
“Fish and chips,” James responded, not looking at her. Only onion rings didn’t seem like a match for the Margarita pitcher she ordered. This feeling was made clearer as he ate his food at a leisurely pace while she ate hers in five seconds and began to work in earnest on the pitcher.
“You should have some,” she urged pushing it to him so that he moved his glass away. The Chianti suited him just fine. After paying with the plastic card Jack had given him, James had hoped the experience was over, but she dragged him towards the throng of people in one of the noisy areas.
“Let’s dance!” she slurred, grabbing his wrists and swaying them as though she could make him sway as well. This was dancing? He watched the slithering of those around him and felt a more apt description was fully clothed coitus. Then, she started moving against him, turning so that her buttocks kept rubbing against his groin. There had been strumpets on Tortuga with more tact than this. This was not dancing. Dancing was controlled and delicate where the thrill was in the small amount of physical contact you were able to make.
“So sorry, but…I can’t do this,” he spoke at the same moment a fire eater blew flame in a deafening Whoop!
“What?” Habren asked, not even facing him.
“I detest this!” he spat in a slightly louder tone but there was a cheer from the crowd as a man on stilts walked by.
“What? I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you!” she yelled, finally turning around.
“I wish to leave!!!” he screamed and could tell she heard him. She pouted and retorted, “Well, I don’t.”
“Fine!” he exclaimed and headed for the door. As soon as he stood on the sidewalk, he remembered that she was supposed to have given him a ride home. He did not want to interrupt Jack and Ianto or Gwen and Rhys or…even Martha had someone and he was just the extra one. There were buses, but he wasn’t sure if they took the plastic card which was all he had other than his keys. His apartment was near the bay in what he believed was a southwest direction from where he was. There were stars so surely he could follow them and walk home. He strode toward the castle and around the perimeter so that he found himself on Duke Street. Another one of the shopping centers was there. However, he noticed cars coming and picking people up in front of it. Maybe they would accept the plastic card. Still, he had to sort out how to make them stop for him.
“Love the suit…Pierre Cardin, right?” asked a male close by. James had no idea. He knew it wasn’t cheap looking and that Ianto had made them alter it so it had a blue satin lining. Yet the young man was grinning as if he should know so he just nodded.
“Want to share a taxi?” he offered with warmth in his light brown eyes.
“Okay,” he agreed because it seemed like the right thing to do rather than walk home or try to learn the taxi thing on his own. There was a nod and the younger man walked out into the street, flagging down one of the black and white cars with signs on top. Once stopped, the door was held open for him so James could get in.
“Pontcanna for me,” said the man to the driver before turning back to him, “and for you?”
“Genoa House at Century Wharf,” he answered and the car took off.
“You’re new in town, I can tell but you’re going to love it. Don’t let the Uni kids scare you off…we don’t all bite,” he spoke with a smile; the lights from outside showing off that his dark hair had blonde streaks.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” James assured him and wondered how old the university kids were. He didn't look too much younger than Ianto. However, he had a point. Habren was an ass but he liked Ianto and Gwen.
“I’ve been rude. The name’s Morgen,” the young man introduced himself and held out a hand, “you have brilliant eyes.” That was the second nice thing Morgen had said to him and he couldn’t recall Habren having said any.
“James,” he said, shaking the hand and realizing that his new acquaintance fancied him. The last time someone else had made the first move with him was Teddy. Without looking, he laid his hand on the other brunette’s knee while asking, “Is your work close to there?”
Morgen moved closer, saying, “The Duke Street Arcade, one of the clothing stores but at least they discount my purchases since most of my wages go to tuition.”
A noisy vehicle went past that he recalled was a lorry.
“What area are you studying?”
“It’s a City and Regional Planning degree,” he explained which explained nothing to James who thought that sounded a bit fantastical, “I need a job with the government and their graduates have a pretty high rate.”
Ah, this must be like when they would create Dukes for no reason other than the King decreed it. The car slowed down and he saw that they had reached the gates that surrounded his flat buildings. He reached for the plastic but the driver frowned. A dog barked nearby.
“I’ll pay,” Morgen spoke and despite James shaking his head, “No, I insist and if you feel like paying me back…then take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
Well, that didn’t seem too bad. There was a nod and the younger man smiled again before asking, “What’s your number?”
Oh- he took the plastic device out because he knew he must be asking for the phone number. However, it didn’t seem to be listed anywhere.
“So sorry, I…” he started and Morgen took the phone from him.
“It’s a new one, isn’t it? They’re always a bit tricky at first,” he told him, typing something into it, “My number’s in your numbers now. Call me tomorrow.”
He put the phone back into the inner pocket of James’ coat and let his fingers linger on his chest. Then, there was a cough from the driver and James opened the door, nodding as a farewell.
“James, I’m sorry about last night…I should have warned you…I mean, because women are…” Gwen stumbled for words at his desk the next morning, “They’re a little different than you remember…we have sex outside of marriage.”
“That happened in my time…”
“Even the good girls,” she interrupted and he was a bit stunned for a moment. Was nothing sacred in this modern life?
“What about the children resulting from such unions?” he questioned because even some of his men had been forced to marry women they’d disgraced.
“There are pills to prevent pregnancy and condoms which also keep you from catching a disease, very important,” she spoke and it made sense that they had found ways around all of it, “but sometimes things still happen.”
“But the good girls do not do this on a first date, do they?” James asked and Gwen squirmed before admitting, “Sometimes…”
This was ridiculous. Never had he touched a woman with his prick, saving himself despite the temptations of Tortuga and whorehouses and now it wasn’t even appreciated. All the women had become strumpets.
“I could look for someone else,” she suggested, but he shook his head and stood up.
“Thanks, but I’d rather go on a date with Janet than experience that again,” he said and left to look for Ianto. He needed to know how to find that number on his phone. She looked a little sad although it couldn’t be helped.
James waited outside the Hub later that day for Morgen to drive up. Apparently, his car was being fixed yesterday and that was why he was without it. Then, a small black car pulled up and blew its horn. It was Morgen. James opened the passenger side door and got in. They drove northwest and he wondered where they were going especially when they stopped in front of a flat building.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking at his surroundings.
“I thought I’d cook you dinner unless you don’t want to, we could still go out but I like it being quieter at home,” the shorter man suggested and it was an appealing idea although…
“Wasn’t I meant to pay you back for the fare yesterday?”
“Doesn’t need to be today though, I’d rather keep it for when I really need it,” Morgen spoke. His thigh brushed James’.
“I suppose that’s wise,” he agreed, thinking that he was several inches taller and very possibly in better shape from all the Weevil running in recent times in case something went wrong. He also had his phone and Ianto assured him to call if anything came up…that he didn’t mind upsetting Jack. Then, he mumbled something about liking to upset Jack which James tried not to think on.
“Result!” Morgen exclaimed and they went to park.
The Same in Any Language
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: James, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James strikes out on his own.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Dread Feet
Fully Clothed Coitus
“Think I’ll just have the onion rings, I had a whole burger for lunch,” Habren said as though it were a sin, “what about you?”
“Fish and chips,” James responded, not looking at her. Only onion rings didn’t seem like a match for the Margarita pitcher she ordered. This feeling was made clearer as he ate his food at a leisurely pace while she ate hers in five seconds and began to work in earnest on the pitcher.
“You should have some,” she urged pushing it to him so that he moved his glass away. The Chianti suited him just fine. After paying with the plastic card Jack had given him, James had hoped the experience was over, but she dragged him towards the throng of people in one of the noisy areas.
“Let’s dance!” she slurred, grabbing his wrists and swaying them as though she could make him sway as well. This was dancing? He watched the slithering of those around him and felt a more apt description was fully clothed coitus. Then, she started moving against him, turning so that her buttocks kept rubbing against his groin. There had been strumpets on Tortuga with more tact than this. This was not dancing. Dancing was controlled and delicate where the thrill was in the small amount of physical contact you were able to make.
“So sorry, but…I can’t do this,” he spoke at the same moment a fire eater blew flame in a deafening Whoop!
“What?” Habren asked, not even facing him.
“I detest this!” he spat in a slightly louder tone but there was a cheer from the crowd as a man on stilts walked by.
“What? I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you!” she yelled, finally turning around.
“I wish to leave!!!” he screamed and could tell she heard him. She pouted and retorted, “Well, I don’t.”
“Fine!” he exclaimed and headed for the door. As soon as he stood on the sidewalk, he remembered that she was supposed to have given him a ride home. He did not want to interrupt Jack and Ianto or Gwen and Rhys or…even Martha had someone and he was just the extra one. There were buses, but he wasn’t sure if they took the plastic card which was all he had other than his keys. His apartment was near the bay in what he believed was a southwest direction from where he was. There were stars so surely he could follow them and walk home. He strode toward the castle and around the perimeter so that he found himself on Duke Street. Another one of the shopping centers was there. However, he noticed cars coming and picking people up in front of it. Maybe they would accept the plastic card. Still, he had to sort out how to make them stop for him.
“Love the suit…Pierre Cardin, right?” asked a male close by. James had no idea. He knew it wasn’t cheap looking and that Ianto had made them alter it so it had a blue satin lining. Yet the young man was grinning as if he should know so he just nodded.
“Want to share a taxi?” he offered with warmth in his light brown eyes.
“Okay,” he agreed because it seemed like the right thing to do rather than walk home or try to learn the taxi thing on his own. There was a nod and the younger man walked out into the street, flagging down one of the black and white cars with signs on top. Once stopped, the door was held open for him so James could get in.
“Pontcanna for me,” said the man to the driver before turning back to him, “and for you?”
“Genoa House at Century Wharf,” he answered and the car took off.
“You’re new in town, I can tell but you’re going to love it. Don’t let the Uni kids scare you off…we don’t all bite,” he spoke with a smile; the lights from outside showing off that his dark hair had blonde streaks.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” James assured him and wondered how old the university kids were. He didn't look too much younger than Ianto. However, he had a point. Habren was an ass but he liked Ianto and Gwen.
“I’ve been rude. The name’s Morgen,” the young man introduced himself and held out a hand, “you have brilliant eyes.” That was the second nice thing Morgen had said to him and he couldn’t recall Habren having said any.
“James,” he said, shaking the hand and realizing that his new acquaintance fancied him. The last time someone else had made the first move with him was Teddy. Without looking, he laid his hand on the other brunette’s knee while asking, “Is your work close to there?”
Morgen moved closer, saying, “The Duke Street Arcade, one of the clothing stores but at least they discount my purchases since most of my wages go to tuition.”
A noisy vehicle went past that he recalled was a lorry.
“What area are you studying?”
“It’s a City and Regional Planning degree,” he explained which explained nothing to James who thought that sounded a bit fantastical, “I need a job with the government and their graduates have a pretty high rate.”
Ah, this must be like when they would create Dukes for no reason other than the King decreed it. The car slowed down and he saw that they had reached the gates that surrounded his flat buildings. He reached for the plastic but the driver frowned. A dog barked nearby.
“I’ll pay,” Morgen spoke and despite James shaking his head, “No, I insist and if you feel like paying me back…then take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
Well, that didn’t seem too bad. There was a nod and the younger man smiled again before asking, “What’s your number?”
Oh- he took the plastic device out because he knew he must be asking for the phone number. However, it didn’t seem to be listed anywhere.
“So sorry, I…” he started and Morgen took the phone from him.
“It’s a new one, isn’t it? They’re always a bit tricky at first,” he told him, typing something into it, “My number’s in your numbers now. Call me tomorrow.”
He put the phone back into the inner pocket of James’ coat and let his fingers linger on his chest. Then, there was a cough from the driver and James opened the door, nodding as a farewell.
“James, I’m sorry about last night…I should have warned you…I mean, because women are…” Gwen stumbled for words at his desk the next morning, “They’re a little different than you remember…we have sex outside of marriage.”
“That happened in my time…”
“Even the good girls,” she interrupted and he was a bit stunned for a moment. Was nothing sacred in this modern life?
“What about the children resulting from such unions?” he questioned because even some of his men had been forced to marry women they’d disgraced.
“There are pills to prevent pregnancy and condoms which also keep you from catching a disease, very important,” she spoke and it made sense that they had found ways around all of it, “but sometimes things still happen.”
“But the good girls do not do this on a first date, do they?” James asked and Gwen squirmed before admitting, “Sometimes…”
This was ridiculous. Never had he touched a woman with his prick, saving himself despite the temptations of Tortuga and whorehouses and now it wasn’t even appreciated. All the women had become strumpets.
“I could look for someone else,” she suggested, but he shook his head and stood up.
“Thanks, but I’d rather go on a date with Janet than experience that again,” he said and left to look for Ianto. He needed to know how to find that number on his phone. She looked a little sad although it couldn’t be helped.
James waited outside the Hub later that day for Morgen to drive up. Apparently, his car was being fixed yesterday and that was why he was without it. Then, a small black car pulled up and blew its horn. It was Morgen. James opened the passenger side door and got in. They drove northwest and he wondered where they were going especially when they stopped in front of a flat building.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking at his surroundings.
“I thought I’d cook you dinner unless you don’t want to, we could still go out but I like it being quieter at home,” the shorter man suggested and it was an appealing idea although…
“Wasn’t I meant to pay you back for the fare yesterday?”
“Doesn’t need to be today though, I’d rather keep it for when I really need it,” Morgen spoke. His thigh brushed James’.
“I suppose that’s wise,” he agreed, thinking that he was several inches taller and very possibly in better shape from all the Weevil running in recent times in case something went wrong. He also had his phone and Ianto assured him to call if anything came up…that he didn’t mind upsetting Jack. Then, he mumbled something about liking to upset Jack which James tried not to think on.
“Result!” Morgen exclaimed and they went to park.
The Same in Any Language
