The idea of bringing in new recruit came partially from reading the description of Torchwood in the 1950s on the Torchwood.tv website, in which there were clearly far more people working in the Hub. Some time I really need to explain how it was that Torchwood Cardiff became so pared down. Meanwhile, the character of Alun presented himself to me. I envisaged him as very much a second Ianto, with diffident written through him like a stick of rock, as well as an initial shyness that might sooner or later rub off a little. I also decided that he WOULD be a permanent lover for Ianto, making them something of a double act in their private and personal lives.

Introducing a new member of the team seemed a radical idea, and definitely meant that the written stories were going a long way from the series. But the idea was well received. Everyone seemed to like Alun as a character when it went online, and apart from a few prudish comments feedback suggested that the first love scene between the two could go further than it did. The first version didn’t go very far.

 That was Wales for you, Ianto figured as he and Alun ran up the lane, giggling as if they really were seventeen year olds. Their hands clasped as they ran in the dark and the wet, and as they shrugged off their wet coats in the warm kitchen, Ianto felt Alun embrace him and reach to kiss him. His face was cold and wet, but his lips were warm as the kiss lengthened and Ianto felt an urge rising in him.

“I AM a virgin,” Alun whispered. “Gwen and Toshiko got that right. I’d like you to be my first.”

“We’re both a bit pissed,” Ianto told him gently. “Are you sure you won’t regret it in the morning?”

“No,” he answered. “I won’t. Ianto… I’m not… not asking you to love me. Just… just be kind to me.”

“Oh, you daft muppet,” Ianto told him. But he held him a little tighter, feeling him trembling with fear, excitement, anticipation, perhaps a little with the cold, and kissed him tenderly. He was not exactly experienced himself in this way. Jack had been his first and only gay lover. But the idea of being Alun’s first was exciting.

“You’d better wake me up early,” he said. “If your mum was to come in and see us together…”

“She’ll probably lose the rest of her marbles,” Alun answered with a sigh. “Still, it gives us a couple of hours.”

The second version took them into the bedroom and into their love-making, and the general consensus was that this was a sensitive, non-voyeuristic love scene suitable for a Torchwood story.

That was Wales for you, Ianto figured as he and Alun ran up the lane, giggling as if they really were seventeen year olds. Their hands clasped as they ran in the dark and the wet, and as they shrugged off their wet coats in the warm kitchen, Ianto felt Alun embrace him and reach to kiss him. His face was cold and wet, but his lips were warm as the kiss lengthened and Ianto felt an urge rising in him.

“I AM a virgin,” Alun whispered. “Gwen and Toshiko got that right. I’d like you to be my first.”

“We’re both a bit pissed,” Ianto told him gently. “Are you sure you won’t regret it in the morning?”

“No,” he answered. “I won’t. Ianto… I’m not… not asking you to love me. Just… just be kind to me.”

“Oh, you daft muppet,” Ianto told him. But he held him a little tighter, feeling him trembling with fear, excitement, anticipation, perhaps a little with the cold, and kissed him tenderly. He was not exactly experienced himself in this way. Jack had been his first and only gay lover. But the idea of being Alun’s first was exciting.

They clutched hands as they crept up the stairs and into Alun’s bedroom. He left the light off and they felt their way to the single bed jammed in the corner of the room. In the dark they undressed quickly, giggling again, hearing from each other the sounds of buttons released, zips undone. Then they reached for each other again, warm flesh touching this time. They kissed deeply before sliding under the blankets.

“Are you still sure?” Ianto asked. “You really want this?”

“Yes, I do,” Alun told him as he pressed himself close.

“It will hurt,” Ianto continued. He remembered his own first time. Jack had been slow and gentle with him. The stopwatch that he had seduced him with told the tale of just how long it took for him to lose his virginity. But it HAD hurt. It hurt every time for that matter, but he had learnt to enjoy the hurt as a prelude to the most intense sexual pleasure he had ever known.

It hurt Alun. He cried softly as Ianto fulfilled his yearning. But he begged him not to stop, too. Ianto couldn’t have stopped if he tried. He was lost in the sweet pleasure of being Alun’s first lover, pressing himself into his yielding flesh until they both cried tears of joy at the climax of their sexual consummation.

Afterwards they lay together, hugging, kissing, touching each other, warm, contented bodies pressed close. They both knew that was only the prelude to a night of exploration of each other, but for a while they just held each other tight and marvelled at how easy it had been to make the step from friends to lovers.

“You’d better let me go early in the morning,” Ianto said as the passion quickened their blood again. “If your mum was to come in and see us together…”

“She’ll probably lose the rest of her marbles,” Alun answered with a sigh. “Still, it gives us a couple of hours.”

“Long enough,” Ianto whispered as his hands caressed his lover.

Alun’s background in the army, Welch Fusiliers and U.N.I.T., IS slightly at odds with his shyness, but only slightly. The fact that he was bullied, the family tragedy that became the focal point of the story, would all add up to an insecure and uncertain young man who knew only one thing for sure – that he wanted to feel loved.

 The scene with Jack and Gwen in the rain, looking at a patch of another day when it wasn’t raining, was, of course, inspired by the scene in Russell T. Davies’ mini-series, Second Coming when a shaft of daylight appears over Maine Road football stadium. The idea of putting a piece of a different day, nearly ten years before, into a day in 2008, took that idea a step further.

The central difference between 1998 and 2008 of course, is the smoking ban. That was actually used in the Torchwood story, Out of Time, to demonstrate the difference between 2008 and 1953, but it wasn’t a key part of the plot as it is here, with Ianto realising something isn’t right about the pub from the fact that people are smoking – before he sees the newspaper and the summer 1998 story about David Beckham. When I wrote this story, in May 2007, in fact, the Smoking Ban still hadn’t come into force, but most pubs were preparing for it with heated outdoor seating areas.

His actions, of course, were very wrong. Alun blotted his copybook first time out. But he got a second chance and with feedback much stronger for him as a love interest for Ianto than the character of Beth who was less well liked, the story succeeded on all levels. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_%28TV_serial%29 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Welch_Fusiliers 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UNIT 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_beckham