Fanfiction: Torchwood (PG)
Title: Discomfort
Pairing/Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness; Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 656
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: The team goes on holiday to relax.
Notes/Warnings: One of my responses to this month's challenge at jantolution. This one is for the hurt/comfort prompt. Set between They Keep Killing Suzie and Random Shoes. Rating for hints at sexual situations. *grin* Beta by mylodon.
Discomfort
"Jack, you can't expect it to go away without proper medical attention," Ianto Jones pointed out calmly, feeling rather as if he was speaking to a sulky little boy instead of a grown man decades older than he looked.
The American slouched further into his seat, wincing as the movement exacerbated his condition. "No. I'm not letting that man anywhere near my bum."
"What if I were to apply the lotion instead of Owen?" the younger man offered, having intended to do it anyway. He had no more intention of letting the doctor near Jack's arse than Jack himself did.
Blue eyes looked up at Ianto hopefully, reminding him of a puppy begging not to be punished. "Could you please?"
"Of course. You didn't seriously think I was going to let him near your bum, did you?" He raised an eyebrow at his lover, smirking a little. "Perhaps Gwen or Tosh, but certainly not Owen."
Jack's answer came out growled rather than spoken. "The only person allowed near my bum is you, Ian, and you bloody well know that."
"Especially since there's a white spot on it the exact size and shape of my hand, right, sir?" Ianto replied with a rather devious smirk, remembering exactly why that spot existed in the first place.
"I'll just suffer if you don't put that lotion on for me," Jack warned, those gorgeous blue eyes of his narrowing dangerously.
Smiling, he stepped forward and leaned down to kiss the captain softly, who returned it eagerly. He gave a growl of frustration when Ianto pulled away after only a few moments. "I was only joking, Jack. I don't want anyone ogling what's mine, after all."
"If I remember correctly, the bum in question is attached to me, therefore it's mine," the American retorted, an amused smile twitching at his lips.
Ianto gave his lover a look full of pure mischief. "I've left my mark, therefore it's mine."
"Why don't you claim it, then?" Jack suggested, blue eyes smouldering now.
He smiled, tugging on Jack's hand and leading him to the bedroom. "After I put the lotion on your sunburn. I don't want to hurt you, after all."
"You'll hurt me more if you don't claim my bum," the American answered cheerfully as he stripped off his clothes and lay facedown on the bed.
The Welshman covered his mouth with his hand, but it didn't quite stifle his laughter as he took in the picture Jack made. His back remained unblemished, as did his legs, but his rear was a bright, angry-looking red. Except for a hand-shaped spot on his right buttock. That was a pale, ghostly white, contrasting strikingly with the red surrounding it. This was the result of sun block that had transferred from Ianto's hand to Jack's rear when the younger man had given the older man a resounding swat for a cheeky comment his lover had made about putting sun block on his arse. Naturally, Jack had felt a need to retaliate and it had escalated from there, leaving them breathless and overlooking the fact that Ianto never had properly applied the sun block to Jack's backside.
Without a word, Ianto poured a generous amount of lotion into his hand and started smoothing it into Jack's skin, eliciting a groan that was muffled by the pillow Jack had buried his face in. Smirking evilly, Ianto deliberately took his time, massaging the lotion in thoroughly. The moment he finished, his lover bolted upright and pulled him into a searing kiss. Moaning softly, he melted into said kiss, quite glad he'd already stripped down to his boxers to avoid getting lotion on his clothes.
* * *
The next day, both Jack and Ianto were walking a little funny, each wincing slightly when he sat down, but both had smug, satisfied grins on their faces that stopped the others from asking any questions. None of them wanted to know.
End
Pairing/Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness; Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 656
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: The team goes on holiday to relax.
Notes/Warnings: One of my responses to this month's challenge at jantolution. This one is for the hurt/comfort prompt. Set between They Keep Killing Suzie and Random Shoes. Rating for hints at sexual situations. *grin* Beta by mylodon.
Discomfort
"Jack, you can't expect it to go away without proper medical attention," Ianto Jones pointed out calmly, feeling rather as if he was speaking to a sulky little boy instead of a grown man decades older than he looked.
The American slouched further into his seat, wincing as the movement exacerbated his condition. "No. I'm not letting that man anywhere near my bum."
"What if I were to apply the lotion instead of Owen?" the younger man offered, having intended to do it anyway. He had no more intention of letting the doctor near Jack's arse than Jack himself did.
Blue eyes looked up at Ianto hopefully, reminding him of a puppy begging not to be punished. "Could you please?"
"Of course. You didn't seriously think I was going to let him near your bum, did you?" He raised an eyebrow at his lover, smirking a little. "Perhaps Gwen or Tosh, but certainly not Owen."
Jack's answer came out growled rather than spoken. "The only person allowed near my bum is you, Ian, and you bloody well know that."
"Especially since there's a white spot on it the exact size and shape of my hand, right, sir?" Ianto replied with a rather devious smirk, remembering exactly why that spot existed in the first place.
"I'll just suffer if you don't put that lotion on for me," Jack warned, those gorgeous blue eyes of his narrowing dangerously.
Smiling, he stepped forward and leaned down to kiss the captain softly, who returned it eagerly. He gave a growl of frustration when Ianto pulled away after only a few moments. "I was only joking, Jack. I don't want anyone ogling what's mine, after all."
"If I remember correctly, the bum in question is attached to me, therefore it's mine," the American retorted, an amused smile twitching at his lips.
Ianto gave his lover a look full of pure mischief. "I've left my mark, therefore it's mine."
"Why don't you claim it, then?" Jack suggested, blue eyes smouldering now.
He smiled, tugging on Jack's hand and leading him to the bedroom. "After I put the lotion on your sunburn. I don't want to hurt you, after all."
"You'll hurt me more if you don't claim my bum," the American answered cheerfully as he stripped off his clothes and lay facedown on the bed.
The Welshman covered his mouth with his hand, but it didn't quite stifle his laughter as he took in the picture Jack made. His back remained unblemished, as did his legs, but his rear was a bright, angry-looking red. Except for a hand-shaped spot on his right buttock. That was a pale, ghostly white, contrasting strikingly with the red surrounding it. This was the result of sun block that had transferred from Ianto's hand to Jack's rear when the younger man had given the older man a resounding swat for a cheeky comment his lover had made about putting sun block on his arse. Naturally, Jack had felt a need to retaliate and it had escalated from there, leaving them breathless and overlooking the fact that Ianto never had properly applied the sun block to Jack's backside.
Without a word, Ianto poured a generous amount of lotion into his hand and started smoothing it into Jack's skin, eliciting a groan that was muffled by the pillow Jack had buried his face in. Smirking evilly, Ianto deliberately took his time, massaging the lotion in thoroughly. The moment he finished, his lover bolted upright and pulled him into a searing kiss. Moaning softly, he melted into said kiss, quite glad he'd already stripped down to his boxers to avoid getting lotion on his clothes.
* * *
The next day, both Jack and Ianto were walking a little funny, each wincing slightly when he sat down, but both had smug, satisfied grins on their faces that stopped the others from asking any questions. None of them wanted to know.
End