Re: "Bruise Easily" Part Two - Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, R, spoilers of 1.04 and 1.06wildestrangerJanuary 21 2007, 21:21:26 UTC
"Wasn't the spray working? Did you run out?"
There's a flush spreading rapidly from under Ianto's collar, turning his ears pink. Jack tells himself to focus on the task at hand and fantasise later.
"It was working. I was just…distracted. For a moment."
While 'distracted' might be a euphemism for something else (and wouldn't Jack love to believe that Ianto was distracted by thoughts of him), the more likely cause, considering Ianto's embarrassment, is thinking about his dead girlfriend. 'Wallowing in his own misery like a bloody teenager,' as Owen has taken to saying whenever Ianto looks preoccupied.
Well, never let it be said that Jack was unwilling to offer other kinds of distraction. Especially ones involving nudity.
"Right. Let's take a look at it. Shirt off."
Unsurprisingly, that causes Ianto to face him again. Jack smiles, with teeth. Ianto swallows.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, sir."
"Just a flesh wound, right? Well, I'll just have to see for myself."
"But…"
"Humour me, Ianto."
Jack is already pulling Ianto's jacket off his shoulders, throwing it on the chair while Ianto squeaks at the cavalier treatment of his clothes, then squeaks again when Jack starts taking off his tie.
"But really, this is not…this is harassment!"
"Ianto, I promise to harass you later if you ask nicely, but now we really need to concentrate on..."
Opening the buttons on Ianto's shirt, the feel of warm flesh underneath his fingers, Jack feels his mouth go dry as Ianto shivers again. He looks up from the boyish, pink nipples, the smooth pale skin of Ianto's belly, and sees Ianto's face poised between concern and smirking. Jack coughs, and the smirk wins.
"Concentrate on what, precisely, sir?"
Jack keeps his touch light as he grabs Ianto by the arms and turns him over. "On making sure you're all right."
"I did say I was…oww. Fuck. Sorry, sir."
The bruise is larger than Jack had expected, spreading all the way down from Ianto's shoulder blades to the curve of his ass. It's darker in places, black and blue and turning into purple, with a few patches of angry red where the skin had been broken. He trails a finger down Ianto's side, not quite touching the bruise, noticing how that makes Ianto twitch and moan low in his throat.
Interesting.
He leans closer, letting the warmth of his body seep through his shirt, close enough to unsettle the tiny hairs at Ianto's nape. His mouth is almost touching Ianto's ear. "You know, there's not much you can do with bruises like this. Heat is pretty much the only thing. Something to loosen up the muscles, see. Get you relaxed."
Jack can feel the sharp intake of breath, the tension of another full body shudder as Ianto tries not to jerk away. He moves his hands up Ianto's arms, thumbs pressing lightly on the flesh above his shoulder blades.
Ianto allows his head to drop forward, and that's an invitation Jack can't resist.
Warm skin under his lips. Silky hair brushing against his nose. A quiet sigh as Ianto opens his mouth in surrender.
Later, when the others have been sent home and Jack has Ianto safely ensconced in his bed, he follows the contours of the bruise with his lips, licking the edges with a soft tongue until Ianto starts whimpering quietly to his pillow. Jack has Ianto's sweat on his sheets, and Ianto's come on his hands and mouth. There are bruises forming on his thighs from where Ianto held him down, fierce and wanton despite the pain, his teeth tracing down the muscles in Jack's belly, tasting the flesh.
Jack has never been so glad that he bruises easily.
There's a flush spreading rapidly from under Ianto's collar, turning his ears pink. Jack tells himself to focus on the task at hand and fantasise later.
"It was working. I was just…distracted. For a moment."
While 'distracted' might be a euphemism for something else (and wouldn't Jack love to believe that Ianto was distracted by thoughts of him), the more likely cause, considering Ianto's embarrassment, is thinking about his dead girlfriend. 'Wallowing in his own misery like a bloody teenager,' as Owen has taken to saying whenever Ianto looks preoccupied.
Well, never let it be said that Jack was unwilling to offer other kinds of distraction. Especially ones involving nudity.
"Right. Let's take a look at it. Shirt off."
Unsurprisingly, that causes Ianto to face him again. Jack smiles, with teeth. Ianto swallows.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, sir."
"Just a flesh wound, right? Well, I'll just have to see for myself."
"But…"
"Humour me, Ianto."
Jack is already pulling Ianto's jacket off his shoulders, throwing it on the chair while Ianto squeaks at the cavalier treatment of his clothes, then squeaks again when Jack starts taking off his tie.
"But really, this is not…this is harassment!"
"Ianto, I promise to harass you later if you ask nicely, but now we really need to concentrate on..."
Opening the buttons on Ianto's shirt, the feel of warm flesh underneath his fingers, Jack feels his mouth go dry as Ianto shivers again. He looks up from the boyish, pink nipples, the smooth pale skin of Ianto's belly, and sees Ianto's face poised between concern and smirking. Jack coughs, and the smirk wins.
"Concentrate on what, precisely, sir?"
Jack keeps his touch light as he grabs Ianto by the arms and turns him over. "On making sure you're all right."
"I did say I was…oww. Fuck. Sorry, sir."
The bruise is larger than Jack had expected, spreading all the way down from Ianto's shoulder blades to the curve of his ass. It's darker in places, black and blue and turning into purple, with a few patches of angry red where the skin had been broken. He trails a finger down Ianto's side, not quite touching the bruise, noticing how that makes Ianto twitch and moan low in his throat.
Interesting.
He leans closer, letting the warmth of his body seep through his shirt, close enough to unsettle the tiny hairs at Ianto's nape. His mouth is almost touching Ianto's ear. "You know, there's not much you can do with bruises like this. Heat is pretty much the only thing. Something to loosen up the muscles, see. Get you relaxed."
Jack can feel the sharp intake of breath, the tension of another full body shudder as Ianto tries not to jerk away. He moves his hands up Ianto's arms, thumbs pressing lightly on the flesh above his shoulder blades.
Ianto allows his head to drop forward, and that's an invitation Jack can't resist.
Warm skin under his lips. Silky hair brushing against his nose. A quiet sigh as Ianto opens his mouth in surrender.
Later, when the others have been sent home and Jack has Ianto safely ensconced in his bed, he follows the contours of the bruise with his lips, licking the edges with a soft tongue until Ianto starts whimpering quietly to his pillow. Jack has Ianto's sweat on his sheets, and Ianto's come on his hands and mouth. There are bruises forming on his thighs from where Ianto held him down, fierce and wanton despite the pain, his teeth tracing down the muscles in Jack's belly, tasting the flesh.
Jack has never been so glad that he bruises easily.
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very *cough* tasty
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Jack just can't help himself can he? Lovely.
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