Fic - Just a Sprain
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“You’ve got a nice swing,” Jack had purred, stalking into the gym, where Ianto had been working out on a punching bag.
“Thanks,” he said, walking over to his bag and picking up his water bottle, taking a swig from it, not missing the way Jack’s eyes followed the movement. He wiped away the sweat that had built up, rolling his eyes when Jack licked his lips.
“You’re insatiable,” he said, stretching his arms.
“I can’t help it if the sight of you all … hot and sweaty, makes me think of other things that make you hot and sweaty,” Jack replied, slowly stalking towards him. Ianto raised an eyebrow, taking a step back as Jack came closer.
“I’m busy, Jack,” he said firmly, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach. “I need to work out.”
“I can think of another way you could work out,” Jack said, eyes raking up and down Ianto’s body, before meeting his eyes again, full of heat and hunger.
“Jack,” Ianto replied, voice breathier than he would’ve liked. “We’ll play later.”
“I want to play now,” Jack growled, still slowly stalking towards Ianto. Ianto continued to walk backwards, putting his hands up, as if it could ward off the other man. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and didn’t notice the balls that Owen had left out.
He stepped back onto one, the ball flinging out and his ankle twisting under him as he fell. He groaned when he hit the mats.
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“Ianto?” Jack asked, hand still running up and down his leg.
“Mmm?” Ianto replied, feeling his eyes drooping, the ache from his ankle ebbing away as the pain killers seemed to finally have kicked in.
“We never did finish that discussion in the gym,” Jack said, eyes full of his own personal brand of hunger.
“Because you made me fall,” Ianto replied, smirking at Jack’s raised eyebrow.
“You’re right,” Jack purred. “I should really make it up to you.”
Ianto smiled as Jack ducked his head, lifting the ice pack off and laying kisses on Ianto’s sore foot and ankle. He watched as Jack slowly made his way up his leg, the light pecking kisses followed by a swipe of Jack’s very talented tongue.
“Jack,” Ianto murmured, feeling the heat start to spread through his body.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Owen asked, striding into the office, medical bag in hand. “Really Harkness, if you just bloody well called me so I could see you two put on a show, I will kick your arse.”
End.
“You’ve got a nice swing,” Jack had purred, stalking into the gym, where Ianto had been working out on a punching bag.
“Thanks,” he said, walking over to his bag and picking up his water bottle, taking a swig from it, not missing the way Jack’s eyes followed the movement. He wiped away the sweat that had built up, rolling his eyes when Jack licked his lips.
“You’re insatiable,” he said, stretching his arms.
“I can’t help it if the sight of you all … hot and sweaty, makes me think of other things that make you hot and sweaty,” Jack replied, slowly stalking towards him. Ianto raised an eyebrow, taking a step back as Jack came closer.
“I’m busy, Jack,” he said firmly, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach. “I need to work out.”
“I can think of another way you could work out,” Jack said, eyes raking up and down Ianto’s body, before meeting his eyes again, full of heat and hunger.
“Jack,” Ianto replied, voice breathier than he would’ve liked. “We’ll play later.”
“I want to play now,” Jack growled, still slowly stalking towards Ianto. Ianto continued to walk backwards, putting his hands up, as if it could ward off the other man. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and didn’t notice the balls that Owen had left out.
He stepped back onto one, the ball flinging out and his ankle twisting under him as he fell. He groaned when he hit the mats.
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“Ianto?” Jack asked, hand still running up and down his leg.
“Mmm?” Ianto replied, feeling his eyes drooping, the ache from his ankle ebbing away as the pain killers seemed to finally have kicked in.
“We never did finish that discussion in the gym,” Jack said, eyes full of his own personal brand of hunger.
“Because you made me fall,” Ianto replied, smirking at Jack’s raised eyebrow.
“You’re right,” Jack purred. “I should really make it up to you.”
Ianto smiled as Jack ducked his head, lifting the ice pack off and laying kisses on Ianto’s sore foot and ankle. He watched as Jack slowly made his way up his leg, the light pecking kisses followed by a swipe of Jack’s very talented tongue.
“Jack,” Ianto murmured, feeling the heat start to spread through his body.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Owen asked, striding into the office, medical bag in hand. “Really Harkness, if you just bloody well called me so I could see you two put on a show, I will kick your arse.”
End.