torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH SULU][backdated to 03-20] Shoreleave: Part 2

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[RL WITH SULU][backdated to 03-20] Shoreleave: Part 2

Ianto had thought that one day on the planet had been exciting enough, but the prospect of another, when Sulu had mentioned it, had been too good to pass up. They'd had such a nice time on the beach, after all. It was only fair that they do a little exploring, let Sulu look for the alien plants that he would want to and get to watch the other man geek out about something for a while. Ianto himself had been embarrassingly excited about the planet and the beach and all the previous day, after all. It would be nice to be able to be the one to sit back and watch the excitement on someone else for a change, reverse roles from the previous day.

They hadn't gotten too early of a start. After all, this was a vacation for the pair of them, and it wouldn't do to have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning (if there were such a thing in space, Ianto didn't really even know). But they gave themselves the better part of the day, and after having a bite to eat (Ianto wasn't sure he would ever get enough of being fascinated with the replicators), and a quick stop by Ianto's flat for more clothes for him (he needed long pants if they might be venturing into the jungle, after all, it was only practical) they found themselves beaming down to the planet again, Sulu with his kit and Ianto with...well. The clothes on his back, really. He didn't really have anything to bring along himself, since they were mostly going to be exploring inland this time.

Ianto looked up at the clear blue sky above him, and smiled at the fact that even the weather seemed to have adjusted so that it was cool enough for him to be comfortable in jeans, but not too cool that it wasn't still pretty warm. "...god," he said. "It's like this place is gorgeous every day." He shot a smile sideways at Sulu. "Better not let me visit for many more days, I might want to stay," he joked.

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Best not suggest that there's anything in the water that might pop out and eat him, no, Sulu. There was only so much fearing for his life that Ianto could handle in one day when he's not on the job, and he was pretty sure that he had used all of that up by now. Instead, he followed along, swimming behind Sulu, glad that the pair of them were good swimmers and that there weren't any strong undercurrents or anything that might sweep them away and out to sea.

"You know," Ianto said, echoing his thoughts as his heart-rate finally seemed to be calming down enough for him to strike up a conversation again. "I'm really pretty glad that the pair of us can swim. That jump would have been even worse if there were the possibility of one of us not being able to make it back to the surface after we did so..."

"Tell me about it," Sulu called back over the sound of them swimming; his pace was easy and really, if they hadn't just run for their lives from a giant animal, he would have been enjoying himself much more. As it was, he was making the most out of their impromptu swim, not worried about his comm or his tricorder as they were both waterproof.

"I like swimming, honestly. It's one of my favorite ways to work out when I can." He grinned at Ianto, "Of course, I'm usually not wearing all my clothes when I do it." Yesterday had been a really good example of that.

Ianto blushed slightly, recalling the day before as well, and well. He'd rather enjoyed himself, then. Not something that he'd do all the time, but. At the right time, with the right company, he'd definitely make repeat performances. "How often do you get to go swimming, then?" Ianto asked. "I mean. I'll bet there isn't any sort of pool or anything on the ship. ...is there?" God, for all he knew, there could be one. Which was completely weird to think about, but. It was the future, and therefore technically possible. Scotty had said something about making it rain on board the ship if he wanted to, but Ianto hadn't been able to tell whether he was joking or serious on that.

"I don't do it very often, especially on the ship, but... you know, when I can." He didn't really have the time to swim, pool or no - not with his job and the community and Ianto. Not that he regretted any of it.

He couldn't help but laugh, even if it got salt water in his mouth. He could see the beach up ahead - they'd reach it in no time. It looked like it led straight back into the jungle, and if he was seeing right, there was even a ridiculously picturesque sort of meadow there. "Hey, at least the water's warm, right? And I think we've found an even more secluded beach than yesterday."

"The water's lovely," Ianto responded, making his way along behind the other man. He wasn't a terrible swimmer, but it was difficult to get anywhere fast in an ocean, and they had just run for their lives, so. He was taking his time. "I just wasn't really expecting to find myself in it when I got up this morning," he griped, slightly. "It's a good thing that I didn't bring along anything valuable with me." He would have hated to lose his phone either in the jungle or now in the water. There'd been no reason for him to bring it along with him, though, so he'd wisely left it behind.

"More secluded?" He looked up at the beach in front of them, the meadow and the jungle behind that. "Well. It looks nice. I just hope that whatever that thing was, that it gave up and stays well away from here." There's no reason that they had to give up on the day just because of one near-death experience, right?

"I'm glad you decided against your phone," Sulu said, "Even if Jack will probably get mad about it." He wondered if they should tell Jack about this whole thing. He... might not take it so well, Sulu decided, and so if Ianto wanted to tell him, that was his thing. Sulu wasn't going to say anything if Ianto wasn't.

"But yeah, see? It's got low cliffs around it. I don't think anyone's been over here at all." He might've been wrong, though. He wasn't sure, and wouldn't be until they actually climbed up on it and passed out. "I dunno about you, but I'm kind of looking forward to resting for a bit."

Ianto would have shrugged if he hadn't been swimming. "It's not like my phone would have done me much good here, anyway. There's no signal, after all. I'm pretty sure that even the community needs the device at least to be working in order to send its impossible connections through. Besides. Your comm still works, yeah? I get the feeling that even you would probably be slightly more worried if it didn't, considering the fact that we'd be stranded here, and all."

At the idea of resting, Ianto let out a sigh. "Honestly, I don't think resting ever sounded quite as appealing as it does right now. I've had just about all the excitement I can handle in one day, and that little nook over there looks nice enough to go lie down in, yeah? There's even some grass, so that we don't have to lie down on the beach and get all sandy, even."

"Yeah, it still works." Sulu was starting to feel a real burn in his arms; his legs had already been aching since thehy'd run so far through the jungle. "But I'm more worried about taking a nap, honestly. I'm starting to think that I'm just not built for running for my life."

The idea of passing out on the grass was also a good one; they'd nearly reached the shore, to the point where, if Sulu didn't mind dunking himself under water, he could touch his feet to the ocean floor, and he was pretty ready to do just that. He was probably going to strip down to his underwear, though - he really did not want to try and relax in wet jeans. That was not happening.

Ianto chuckled slightly. "You're not built for it?" he said. He was still slightly winded from it all, and it there had been a burning in his side and legs that had started almost as soon as they'd started running. He shook his head, though. "Honestly, I don't think anyone's really equipped for it on their own means. That's what adrenaline's for. But once mine wears out...you're right. A nap sounds brilliant, really. I'm probably liable to crash for a good hour or so, at least."

Ianto would probably follow suit. Jeans were pretty much impossible to deal with when they were wet. Hopefully the sun was strong enough and the air dry enough that they would dry relatively fast. He was probably going to burn as well. They hadn't brought the sunblock along for jungle exploration, as far as he was aware, unless Sulu'd packed it. Him and his delicate Welsh complexion would just have to deal with the tropical sun, he supposed. At least the grass would be cool to lie on, he figured. It looked cooler than the sand, at any rate. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Ianto's feet brushed the ocean floor and pretty soon he was able to stand. In fact, he was pretty sure the only thing keeping him upright in that moment was the natural buoyancy of the ocean. He'd just have to steel himself up for actually getting out, when they finally reached the shore.

Once Sulu's feet comfortably hit bottom, he began trudging up the beach, already pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing the kit up out of the tide's reach. He had, actually, brought the sunscreen, but his mind was so unfocused that unless Ianto asked about it, there was no way he'd remember it himself. "Sun, surf and running for your life," he groaned, feeling his legs slowly turning to jelly under him. "That's what Starfleet has to offer on their scenic shoreleaves."

Then again, at least they got vacations. Ianto seemed more to mooch off of Sulu's downtime than get his own. Not that he minded in the slightest, but. It would probably do him - and all of Torchwood - good to take a day off.

The beach only lasted for a hundred yards or so, where it then met with a field of thick grass and small, almost gold flowers that Sulu had never seen before. They were obviously a type of weed or something, but they looked a whole lot more pleasant than thistles, so he didn't bother paying them any mind as he worked on getting his jeans off. It was... not the easiest thing he'd done.

Ianto had to fight not to collapse once they'd gotten to solid ground, because once he hit the ground he was liable not to be able to get up for the next while after that. He followed Sulu across the beach towards the grass, following the same suit as Sulu did by starting to remove his clothes as they got there. He pulled his own shirt over his head, peeling it off and lying it flat on the grass in the sunlight.

The jeans are a bit harder. He got the buttons and the zipper undone, but the fabric was clinging to him like a second skin, and peeling them off was pretty damn hard. He makes a sound of frustration. "God, I... I never want to go swimming in jeans ever again," he said. It would be much easier if he had help, but. Well. Ianto was a little more subtle than that. He'd just struggle with them instead, he supposed, as he slowly shimmied out of the offending piece of clothing.

It said a lot about Sulu's current mindset that he was sincerely not even thinking about trying to help Ianto out of his pants - something he'd normally be completely ready to offer to do. But the fact was that his terror and adrenaline had worn off, leaving him tired and dazed with barely enough energy to climb out of his soaking jeans. With a sigh, he all but fell down next to Ianto on the grass, his jeans laying some few feet away along with his shirt so that they could properly dry.

"I never want to jump off a cliff again," he muttered in reply, lying on his stomach with his arms crossed under his head and his head tilted to the side, focusing a little on a nearby flower and admiring it as he zoned in and out.

Ianto struggled some more until finally, he managed to shimmy out of the jeans completely as well, laying them on the grass beside his shirt, laid out so that hopefully, given the sun and the warmth, they would dry fast and he'd be able to put them on when it came time for them to be rescued. Seeing as how he was hoping that they'd call in to get beamed away from where they were at that moment, rather than having to chance things in the jungle again.

Settling down next to Sulu, Ianto sighed in relief, and reached out a hand to lay on Sulu's back, gently. "I can definitely hear you on that one," he said. Not only because he knew the other man's fear, but also...jumping off of a cliff with no guarantee what you're going to make it at the bottom probably isn't anyone's cup of tea. "We made it, though, yeah? That's got to count for something."

Sulu sighed as Ianto put his hand on his back, his chest tightening a little as he let out a long breath. "Yeah," he mumbled, voice hoarse, "Definitely not my favorite thing to do..."

He trailed off, feeling that something was maybe a little amiss with their situation. They'd just run from a creature, jumped off a cliff and swum a fair distance to some secluded shore, but there was something weirder than that going on right then. Sulu just couldn't put his finger on it, really. He took another breath, a shakier one, and rolled onto his side, facing Ianto. The air was pleasantly thick, and he could almost smell something in it other than salt water and grass. "Ianto..."

Ianto rubbed his hand on Sulu's back gently as he spoke. "Yeah, I... I'm sorry about that. I know that you're not a fan of heights or falling from them. I'm not the biggest fan of cliffs or falling from them either. But we made it, yeah?" He didn't notice the fact that Sulu had trailed off for any particular reason. If the other had mentioned the fact that there was something up, he would have noticed it too. Well, he did, sort of, unconsciously. The air was definitely thick, and almost musky, and he really didn't want to take his hand off of the other man, for some reason. He didn't question it, though, instead letting it slide to rest on Sulu's shoulder as the other turned to look at him.

"Mmm?" Ianto questioned, unconsciously sliding closer to Sulu, running his hand lightly down the skin of Sulu's arm, wondering at how fit and toned the other man was, and at how nice he smelled, despite the fact that they'd just run for their lives and swam through the ocean, and that logically, he should only smell like salt water at this point.

Repeating Ianto's name again, Sulu shifted onto his elbow, using the extra length of his arm to cross the distance between him and Ianto, placing a heavy, kind of sloppy kiss on his mouth. His free hand reached over to thread its fingers through his hair, as though of its own will, and Sulu knew that this was more than just near-death exhilaration running through his blood. If it were, he wouldn't smell something in the air and his throat wouldn't feel increasingly tighter, and he knew if he looked there'd be a rash somewhere on his body from where he'd brushed through the flowers.

But knowing all that was never enough to stop him, and even as he groaned - or tried to groan, it was hard to get enough air to do anything like that - he was pulling himself over to Ianto, pressing chest-to-chest with him even as his eyes started watering. Just a few more seconds, he reasoned incoherently to himself, just a few more and then he could go grab the hypospray he had...

Ianto couldn't complain about the fact that he suddenly found himself pressed against the other man, his hand on Sulu's shoulder working its way up to cup the other man's head gently, kissing him back equally as heavy and sloppy as Sulu was giving him. Any breathlessness that he might have noticed from the other man was completely disregarded. He didn't even make a note of the fact that kissing him, touching him, being all over the other man was probably the only thing on his mind at that moment, despite the fact that moments earlier, he had wanted nothing more than to just take a breather and not do much of anything at all.

He was feeling a little breathless himself, so after a moment, he pulled back, but he couldn't pull back completely, so instead he moved to fasten his lips on the other man's neck, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses to Sulu's skin as he did so, his hand moving to slide and rest on Sulu's side as he did so, pressing as firmly as he could against him in the position that they were in and moaning in pleasure.

Sulu tried to gasp for breath as Ianto's mouth moved from his to his neck, breathing rough and strangled. "Just a few more seconds" had passed, but he couldn't tear himself away, nails scratching lightly against Ianto's scalp as he struggled against his desire to climb on top of the other man. Shit, shit, shit - !

"Ianto," he gasped, and at least the pollen couldn't control the kind of tone he used, a panicked, choked and veering towards hysterical one. He couldn't breathe and now that he was getting turned on by more than just the pollen, he was starting to hurt because of it. Damn it - the species of flowers filling the air with aphrodisiac had a much higher potency than anything he'd dealt with before and it was going to make it impossible to not touch Ianto and... ah, he ground his hips against the other as best he could, freeing up a hand to grab at Ianto's shoulder. "Ianto!" he rasped again, pulling in barely enough breath for even that.

Ianto was starting to notice that something was wrong. It took him much longer than it should have, to make the connection that they weren't doing this of their own accord. He'd experienced aphrodisiac's before. Hell, Jack's pheromones were pretty much really mild aphrodisiacs themselves, plus they had that cologne... But he'd never felt this overcome by anything, not without spraying that cologne, not without both parties willing. Not only was there something wrong with the fact that they were being overcome by whatever this was, though...

Something was wrong with Sulu, Ianto thought, as he arched against the other man's pressing his hips against his own. Something was wrong. He sounded... He sounded distressed. Not good. Really, really not good. Ianto struggled to get his head about him, struggled to concentrate and pull back and open his eyes, and god. It was so much harder than he had ever anticipated, but he did it. "Sulu," he said, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated slightly, "what... What's..." Almost against his will, he ground against the other man again, hips pressing into hips as he waded through the fog in his mind, trying to focus.

He didn't want to stop. Lord help him, he really, really couldn't stop. It wouldn't have been so bad and he wouldn't have minded if he could breathe...!

One of his hands reached to wrap around his own throat lightly, unaware of the fact that there was a red rash running along his forearm as he did so. His flight or fight instinct was kicking in in a terrible way and he forced himself not hit Ianto as he pushed at the man, trying to get him away even though his entire body was saying no, don't do that. Gesturing wildly in the direction he'd tossed the kit, starting to sincerely feel the lack of oxygen, his vision graying around the edges.

The frantic nature of Sulu's gesturing, the presence of the rash on his arm and the look on his face all came together in a way that made Ianto snap out of his stupor. Yes, the pollen was potent, but terror was an excellent way to sober up, and fast. He finally registered that Sulu pushing at him wasn't anything to do with the nature of their sudden moment of intimacy. That the other man was covered in a red rash that hadn't been there not a minute earlier, Ianto was sure, and that he wasn't panting because they were rutting together. Ianto had pulled back, away from the other man, tearing himself off of him, and now he recognized that he was pretty much gasping for air. Like he was drowning except they were out of the water now, and he really shouldn't be making sounds like that.

Ianto let out a noise of terror, reaching out to cup the other man's face. "O-oh, oh my god, Sulu? Sulu??" He tilted Sulu's head back, opening up his airway as much as he could, but it was obvious that that wasn't doing much at all. Ianto's heart was in his throat, his pulse racing, now from the adrenaline of fear rather than any sort of arousal that was lingering underneath that. "Shit! God, shit!! I..." Ianto cast a frantic look around. Sulu wasn't looking any better. He wasn't looking very good at all, and he sounded absolutely horrible, and Ianto's mind worked frantically to try to get on top of things. There wasn't anyone there to call, there wasn't anyone to save them, they weren't going to get anywhere on time and Ianto had no idea...

The kit. Sulu was motioning to the kit. Lightning fast, Ianto was up and tumbling toward it. There had to be something in there, some sort of...god, who knew at this point? Ianto turned the entire thing upside down, emptying its contents onto the ground as he desperately searched through it for whatever it was that Sulu seemed to be motioning towards.

Sulu had to struggle not to grab Ianto as he pulled away, forcing himself to focus all his attention on not panicking. He was going to be fine - he'd be more fine if he wasn't having such an intense allergic reaction and even more fine if he could just plain breathe but it would be okay. He tried to calm down despite the fact that pulling in air was nigh on impossible and gasped, feeling like a fish out of water in all the literal, terrible ways.

He tried to shout to Ianto that it was the hypospray in the inside pocket but there was no way he could get out a word, much less one as hard as "hypospray" - he could only hope Ianto would realize what it was when he saw it. Instead, he looked up to the cloudless sky and tried to focus on that for a while, despite the gray seeping in all around.

Ianto was frantically rummaging through the contents of the kit, looking for something, anything that might help, that Sulu might have been motioning towards. All he was finding were botany tools and none of that would do anything useful. Ianto changed a glance over at Sulu, checking to see that he was still...who knows what. That he was still at least gasping for air. If that stopped, Ianto didn't... He didn't know what he'd do. He let out a noise of frustration and grabbed the bag once more, when his hand met with something solid in one of the pockets. Reaching in, his hand met something cool to the touch, and he pulled it out. A hypospray.

And then it hit him. The rash, the trouble breathing, the...whatever it was that had come over the both of them. It was the flowers. The flowers they had been lying in, that Sulu had been face-down in for a moment or two there. He was allergic. There was something about them that was causing this reaction, and it had to be an allergy.

Ianto knew that it was a risk, but he was going to take it. He couldn't very well ask Sulu to tell him what he was looking for, and there weren't any markings on the thing to suggest that this was what it was for exactly. But if he were to hazard a guess, well. This was as good a reason as any to keep a hypo around. Positioning himself over Sulu, he braced one hand on the man's shoulder, took in a few shuddering breaths (he really didn't know what he was doing with this huge needle, he didn't like the fact that he was going to have to use it himself), before he plunged the hypo into the crook of the other man's neck and shoulder, injecting the medication as he did so.

Almost immediately after Ianto injected the hypo into his neck, Sulu felt his airway clear up and began practically swallowing down air, gasping and jerking upright as the mild adrenaline in the medication kicked in. "Jesus!" he gasped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his throat, the rash already starting to look better. "Christ..."

But now that he was only focusing on getting in as much air as possible, the pollen's effects were starting to kick back into gear. Barely missing a heartbeat, Sulu's hands reached out and grabbed either side of Ianto's neck, pulling him into a desperate, vaguely hysterical kiss.

Ianto had barely dropped the hypo on the ground before Sulu was crashing into him again. Ianto could feel the pollen starting to kick in again as his hands flung to grip the other man's shoulders. They were sitting in it, still, though, and there had only been one hypo in that bag, as far as Ianto could tell, so. With a last effort of clear-headdedness, Ianto stood and all but bodily dragged the other man through the grass to the sand. It definitely wasn't going to be more comfortable there, but at least he'd feel at least a little better about it all.

When they got there, Ianto collapsed in the sand with the other man, ending up on top of him, his lips finding the skin of the other man's collarbone within seconds. "Are... Shit," Ianto said, as his head started to cloud up again, his hands tracing Sulu's sides even as he tried to get a clear thought out. "Are you alright? Are you okay?" He shifted, hips meeting Sulu's beneath his and he paused for a moment to let out a throaty moan. "Please," he said, the word catching on the tail end of the moan. "Please tell me you're alright, please..." He nuzzled the crook of Sulu's neck, nipping slightly.

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