im_torchwood | Fin and Willy

Fin and Willy

Jack drove to Fin's in the West End, following the man's instructions. The building was beautiful- Jack couldn't fault the architecture of gentrification.

"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."

His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.

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Jack slowly lowered his gun. And then a bit more.

"I have never in my life heard of a good faerie outside of cartoons," he said.

"Well that's not Willy's fault, is it Will?" Fin replied, tipping his head back to try and look up at the fae.

Willy put his arms around FIn and ducked his head to nuzzle the little mortal's hair. Calm continued to radiate off of him.

"Some of my kin are quite frightening, the Unseelie more than my kind," he said.

"There's different kinds of faeries?" Jack asked.

"But of course, my friend. Put your gun away and come join us," Willy purred.

Fin was almost instantly soothed, and he was practically purring as Willy touched and nuzzled him.

"Mmm, yeah, no guns. I hate guns," he murmured. far calmer than he'd have otherwise been at the mention of a gun.

Jack wasn't quite as subdued but the calming enchantment affected him nonetheless. He put his gun away and slowly came closer...and he began to touch Fin, too.

"No guns," he promised.

The tall fae only smiled.

Fin was so relaxed that he hardly noticed Jack join them, but he wanted to be alert, and he wanted o be there...

"No magic, Will. No magic- Please?" he said softly. "We should- We should all talk a bit first," he added as his head cleared a little. "We shouldn't be total strangers."

Willy's enchantment evaporated but his hands remained on Fin. Jack recognized it for what it was...possessiveness. They might invite him for the night, but not for breakfast. And he was fine with that.

"My name is Jack Harkness, Will. I just moved to London," he said.

"And you are immortal," the fae said.

Jack hesitated. "Well...yeah," he said. "That doesn't mean I go in for anything super kinky..."

Willy laughed at that and turned Fin so he could look into the young man's eyes.

"This is who you choose to spread your wings?" the fae asked. "You have interesting taste, my love."

Fin looked flustered, and he wet his lips nervously. "I didn't know you were... You know. Not human. It just- I dunno. God this is awkward- Does anyone want tea? I suddenly want tea."

"No, Fin...I'm human. I am," he said. "That didn't change when I became...this," he promised.

"Tea would be wonderful. Jasmine, please?" Willy said then, content to let Fin serve him.

"Yeah, of course- I'll get a tray," Fin offered, leaving the pair alone while he went to make tea.

With Fin gone, Willy approached Jack and spoke in low tones. He enchanted the mortal, confusing him a little, then soothing him and relaxing him. Willy got Jack to take off his coat and unbutton his shirt a bit.

"I came from Cardiff," Jack said again.

"Cardiff is a lovely city," Willy replied, reaching out to touch Jack. It was clear Jack was a bit out of his depth...he'd thought he was coming her to seduce a couple and instead he was being seduced.

And he was fine with that.

"Oi," Fin said, returning with the tray. "I can hear you, Will- I can feel that too- I said no magic. You can't go around charming people. What if he's changed his mind and doesn't want to be with us, hmm? He's clearly not keen on fae. Even I can see that, and I'm blind."

"No magic at all?" Willy said, then sighed and waved his hand.

Jack's sight cleared immediately and he tried to get a grip on what was happening.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" he asked Willy. "I know some about Finlay. How'd you get together with him?"

"He is the chosen one," Willy replied. "He is my evermore. He completes me and without him I will die."

Jack paused. "So it's serious, then?" he teased.

"Willy made a deal with me. He got me noticed at the theatre where I was working, and in return I served him for a year," Fin explained, pouring them all tea as he spoke.

Despite being fairly blind, he prepared the tea with surprising grace, never faltering or spilling a drop.

"Then I died. ...Nearly died. I had a bad heart and we were bickering- and it just gave out. Will saved me with a spell, but it didn't last. He could have let me die, we weren't involved then really- But he didn't. Soon enough we were falling for one another, and he found a more permanent solution for my heart."

He paused then, raising a brow at Willy. "I still don't understand the whole 'chosen one' thing, but I love Willy, and he loves me. ...It's as serious as any relationship can be, I imagine."

Jack thought that it all sounded dangerous, a fae taking possession of a mortal. But if they loved one another, and they clearly did, who was he to question it.

"And you invited me home..." he said, the question hanging in the air. If they were in love why would they need anyone else?

"Well, um- I've not got a lot of experience," Fin explained awkwardly. "Not like Will does."

"I see," Jack said. "I think I can do something about that."

Willy was utterly unreadable. Impossible to tell if he liked this idea or not. He would, of course, accept it if it was Fin's wish. There was no sign of jealousy, though.

"I just- I want to try new things. Stuff Willy might not do or try." Fin shrugged.

"Did you have anything in particular in mind, Finlay?" Jack asked quietly.

"Not a clue," Fin admitted quietly.

Jack moved closer, closer until he could take hold of Fin's arm, then his face.

"Can I kiss you? Can we start there?"

Fin wet his lips, then nodded a little.

"Alright," he said softly. "You can kiss me."

Jack cast a glance at Willy and then he took Fin's face in his hands. One hand cradled Fin's cheek, the other only the fingertips graced his jaw. And then Jack closed the distance and kissed him deeply. It was slow at first but Jack demanded more, tongue begging entrance.

Fin moaned softly into the kiss, arching against him and giving in slowly to the other man.

When Fin moaned, Willy moved in behind the small mortal and held his waist, thumbs stroking slowly.

Jack paid no attention to the fae. He was too busy tasting the man's tongue. He pressed his body to Fin's, his hand sliding around to hold the back of his neck.

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