Fic: Good Medicine
Title: Good Medicine
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Sleeper (TW 2.2)
Beta: Going Commando
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original storylines, characters and places are my property.
Author’s Notes: While doing some other writing, I needed a bit of fun, and luvinthe88and20 made sure to prod me into finishing this plotbunny.
Good Medicine
Ianto Jones leaned up against the cold tile in the shower stall, letting the warm water cascade down his body. The muscles in his arms ached from wrestling with the alien, and his knee throbbed from where he landed hard in the mud, wrenching his leg. Have to ice that in a bit, he thought.
He lowered his head until his chin was buried in his chest, the water enveloping his head and dribbling off his ears. Just another day at Torchwood and he was scraped up, bruised and in pain. Thank God he was finally home.
Shivering as the water started to turn cold, Ianto fumbled for the controls and shut off the spray. The cold water splashed his toes, making him jump as his teeth began to chatter. He opened the curtain and reached for a towel to find none. Opening his eyes, Ianto looked at the now empty towel rack where he previously had at least two big towels. Now there were none. Today was not his day.
Stepping out onto the bath mat, Ianto winced as he bent his pained knee. All he wanted to was wash up, take some very nice painkillers, and fall into bed - after he shut his mobile off. Running a hand through his sopping wet hair, Ianto opened the bathroom door, planning on making a quick dash to the linen closet in the hall.
As he opened the door, there was Jack holding the biggest, fluffiest towel Ianto owned. Ianto closed his eyes a second, resisting the urge to punch Jack for scaring the shit out of him. He jutted his lower lip out, taking a couple of deep breaths.
“What are you doing here?” Ianto asked.
“Thought you needed someone to take care of you, after today.”
Ianto snatched his hand out for the towel, which Jack pulled away from him. “I don’t need a nursemaid, or a new Mum,” Ianto snapped, glaring at Jack. “What? Do you like the view?”
“I could never disagree with a view like that,” Jack said as he stepped into the bathroom. “And I’m nobody’s Mum, not this time around.” Jack held the towel open and wrapped it around Ianto.
It was warm. The towel was so warm and so fluffy it felt heavenly. He should be surprised that Jack knew how to use the dryer, but he wasn’t, not really. Jack had to take care of himself before, the man knew how to launder clothes; he just didn’t want to now that he had Ianto to take care of it. Of course, because Ianto took care of everyone’s needs in Torchwood: Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Jack…
“Let me take care of your needs,” Jack said, his blue eyes reflecting Ianto’s own.
Ianto opened his mouth to say something snarky, but no sound came out as Jack started rubbing him down. He started with Ianto’s shoulders, keeping the softness of the towel around him and then worked his way across Ianto’s chest, down along his buttocks, behind his knees, and rubbing gently along his groin. Grabbing two corners of the towel, Jack led Ianto out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Taking the towel away a moment, Jack put it down on the bed as Ianto shivered a little from the sudden lack of warmth. Jack sat him down on the bed, and then grabbed a small bag from the bedside. Kneeling next to Ianto, Jack held his wrist, looking at the scratches. Jack pulled a tube of ointment form the back and gently rubbed it over the injuries.
Hissing as the ointment stung at first, Ianto resisted the urge to pull away. It started to soothe and felt better. Jack gently blew on Ianto’s arm as Ianto shivered a bit, goosebunps rising along his body. Leaning down, Jack tenderly ran his tongue across Ianto’s wrist. The heat from Jack’s mouth made Ianto groan, as the older man’s tongue lapped like a kitten’s across his pulse point. Jack then kissed Ianto’s wrist softly with his lips. He kissed it once more, lingering with his lips, not pulling away.
Jack nuzzled his cheek against Ianto’s hand. He trailed his fingers across Ianto’s bare chest and down to his member. Stroking it up and down, Ianto’s cock began to twitch. Ianto wanted Jack more than he could say now. It was days like this that demanded he do something to feel alive once more.
“Didn’t Owen say I should take it easy?” Ianto teased. Sure, Owen had said it, but Jack hadn’t seen the medic roll his eyes at Jack’s backside.
“I could stop,” Jack said, standing up and pulling away from Ianto.
Ianto narrowed his eyes at the Captain and slid back, off the towel and onto the sheets. Jack turned his back on Ianto and pushed his braces down. Ianto picked up the towel and threw it at Jack, who merely watched it land at his feet. Jack turned to Ianto, his shirt unbuttoned. It was then that Ianto noticed the angry welt across Jack’s chest.
“When did that happen?” Ianto asked, bewildered. He knew everything that happened, how could something as nasty as that escape his notice?
“Oh, this?” Jack replied, trying to brush it off.
“Yes, that,” Ianto stated, nodding his head at Jack’s chest.
“You didn’t think I would have let you take down Big Bad Ugly alone without a good excuse, did you,” Jack replied as he picked up the towel, flinging it over his shoulder and obscuring the scratch. Jack rooted around in the small bag he had brought and handed Ianto two yellow tablets.
“What’s this?”
“Pain meds. I can always take them back,” Jack replied, holding out the cup of water that had been on the bedside table.
The water was remarkably cold, making Ianto deduce that Jack had gotten it fresh while he had been in the shower. Ianto swallowed down the pills and held the cool glass against his knee.
“Where are you going?” Ianto asked as Jack headed towards the bathroom.
“To wash up myself,” Jack said, shooting Ianto a grin that made his insides melt. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Ianto nodded his head and leaned against the headboard, keeping the glass on his aching knee, which was starting to hurt less and less. His head bent back, his body at a seductive angle. Stomach tingling slightly, Ianto knew the medicine was kicking in as his body began to feel immensely relaxed. Closing his eyes, Ianto heard the muted sounds of his bedroom: the tick of the clock on his night-stand, the whoosh of a car on the street below, the rain starting up again and pelting against the windowpane.
He could feel someone hovering over him and slowly opened his eyes to see Jack sitting next to him, hair still dripping wet, with only the towel wrapped around his bare body. Jack’s hand was wrapped around Ianto’s fingers as they still held tightly to the glass.
“Maybe you should get some rest,” Jack said, prying the glass from Ianto’s fingers and placing it on the bedside table.
“I’ll stay in bed if you stay with me,” Ianto replied.
“Was that a proposition, Ianto Jones?”
“Does it need to be?” Ianto replied, sliding down the bed until his head rested on the pillows.
“Not at all,” Jack said as he bent down and kissed Ianto on the lips. He licked at Ianto’s lower lip and then wrapped a hand around Ianto’s head, pulling him in tight as his tongue pushed it’s way into the younger man’s mouth.
Ianto could still taste wisps of mint mouthwash on Jack’s tongue. He inhaled, a scent that was purely Jack, especially after a shower before he could even think of putting any after-shave or cologne on. Jack manoeuvred on the bed, getting onto his knees. Tugging at the towel, Ianto pulled it off of Jack, gliding his hands along his lover’s hips. Pulling Jack closer to him, Ianto dug his fingers into Jack’s hips, pressing down, his nails digging into the flesh.
Jack straddled Ianto’s legs, careful of the wrenched knee. He let go of Ianto’s neck and stood on all fours over him. He placed a kiss on Ianto’s lips, and then his chin, Jack’s tongue snaking out to caress the tender flesh under Ianto’s jaw. Jack nibbled on his neck, making Ianto squirm. He left a trail of kisses along Ianto’s chest, and swiped his tongue across both nipples.
Leaning back on his heels, kneeling between Ianto’s legs, Jack looked expectant as his hands lingered around Ianto’s crotch, tickling the vein underneath, making his penis grow harder with each stroke. Jack grabbed the lube from the bedside table and dropped the tube on the bed next to him. He put his hands on Ianto’s feet and nudged them upwards.
Ianto hadn’t meant to hiss like that, but his knee still hurt a bit. It pained him to see the worried expression on Jack’s face. “It’s okay,” he muttered, not wanting Jack to stop.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Ianto stated. He was determined, he wouldn’t show Jack any pain.
“I have an idea,” Jack said as he squirted a generous amount of lube in his hand. Jack positioned himself over Ianto, their chests rubbing against each other, their cocks side-by-side. He kissed Ianto on the cheek and then Jack started nibbling on his neck as he held both their cocks together in his big hands.
Burying his head in Ianto’s neck, tickling it with his hot breath, Jack stroked along both of them together, the friction causing a heat that creeped up Ianto’s body. Jack pumped them both until Ianto clawed at Jack’s shoulders as his own member felt at the bursting point. He tried to hold off so both of them could come together. Jack distracted him enough, nibbling on his ear, until he was hard as well.
Ianto’s back arched as he pushed towards Jack, finally feeling the release from both of them. Jack kissed him, their breaths intermingling. Laying his sweaty head against the crisp pillowcase, Ianto gave Jack a deep kiss, holding him tight around the back, loving the feel of his heat surrounding him.
Jack snuggled against Ianto’s side, leaving tiny kisses across his shoulder. Grabbing the towel from the side of the bed, Jack softly wiped off Ianto’s stomach and groin, tickling the balls with the fluffy towel. Taking care of himself, Jack dropped the towel to the floor next to the bed.
“Need anything else?” Jack asked, a small chuckle in his voice.
“I’m good,” Ianto said, pulling the sheet up over both of them. He turned on his side, facing Jack and slid his injured leg over Jack’s. Jack gave him a quizzical look. “Owen said to elevate it.” He tucked his head into Jack’s chest as the medication made him doze off.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Sleeper (TW 2.2)
Beta: Going Commando
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original storylines, characters and places are my property.
Author’s Notes: While doing some other writing, I needed a bit of fun, and luvinthe88and20 made sure to prod me into finishing this plotbunny.
Good Medicine
Ianto Jones leaned up against the cold tile in the shower stall, letting the warm water cascade down his body. The muscles in his arms ached from wrestling with the alien, and his knee throbbed from where he landed hard in the mud, wrenching his leg. Have to ice that in a bit, he thought.
He lowered his head until his chin was buried in his chest, the water enveloping his head and dribbling off his ears. Just another day at Torchwood and he was scraped up, bruised and in pain. Thank God he was finally home.
Shivering as the water started to turn cold, Ianto fumbled for the controls and shut off the spray. The cold water splashed his toes, making him jump as his teeth began to chatter. He opened the curtain and reached for a towel to find none. Opening his eyes, Ianto looked at the now empty towel rack where he previously had at least two big towels. Now there were none. Today was not his day.
Stepping out onto the bath mat, Ianto winced as he bent his pained knee. All he wanted to was wash up, take some very nice painkillers, and fall into bed - after he shut his mobile off. Running a hand through his sopping wet hair, Ianto opened the bathroom door, planning on making a quick dash to the linen closet in the hall.
As he opened the door, there was Jack holding the biggest, fluffiest towel Ianto owned. Ianto closed his eyes a second, resisting the urge to punch Jack for scaring the shit out of him. He jutted his lower lip out, taking a couple of deep breaths.
“What are you doing here?” Ianto asked.
“Thought you needed someone to take care of you, after today.”
Ianto snatched his hand out for the towel, which Jack pulled away from him. “I don’t need a nursemaid, or a new Mum,” Ianto snapped, glaring at Jack. “What? Do you like the view?”
“I could never disagree with a view like that,” Jack said as he stepped into the bathroom. “And I’m nobody’s Mum, not this time around.” Jack held the towel open and wrapped it around Ianto.
It was warm. The towel was so warm and so fluffy it felt heavenly. He should be surprised that Jack knew how to use the dryer, but he wasn’t, not really. Jack had to take care of himself before, the man knew how to launder clothes; he just didn’t want to now that he had Ianto to take care of it. Of course, because Ianto took care of everyone’s needs in Torchwood: Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Jack…
“Let me take care of your needs,” Jack said, his blue eyes reflecting Ianto’s own.
Ianto opened his mouth to say something snarky, but no sound came out as Jack started rubbing him down. He started with Ianto’s shoulders, keeping the softness of the towel around him and then worked his way across Ianto’s chest, down along his buttocks, behind his knees, and rubbing gently along his groin. Grabbing two corners of the towel, Jack led Ianto out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Taking the towel away a moment, Jack put it down on the bed as Ianto shivered a little from the sudden lack of warmth. Jack sat him down on the bed, and then grabbed a small bag from the bedside. Kneeling next to Ianto, Jack held his wrist, looking at the scratches. Jack pulled a tube of ointment form the back and gently rubbed it over the injuries.
Hissing as the ointment stung at first, Ianto resisted the urge to pull away. It started to soothe and felt better. Jack gently blew on Ianto’s arm as Ianto shivered a bit, goosebunps rising along his body. Leaning down, Jack tenderly ran his tongue across Ianto’s wrist. The heat from Jack’s mouth made Ianto groan, as the older man’s tongue lapped like a kitten’s across his pulse point. Jack then kissed Ianto’s wrist softly with his lips. He kissed it once more, lingering with his lips, not pulling away.
Jack nuzzled his cheek against Ianto’s hand. He trailed his fingers across Ianto’s bare chest and down to his member. Stroking it up and down, Ianto’s cock began to twitch. Ianto wanted Jack more than he could say now. It was days like this that demanded he do something to feel alive once more.
“Didn’t Owen say I should take it easy?” Ianto teased. Sure, Owen had said it, but Jack hadn’t seen the medic roll his eyes at Jack’s backside.
“I could stop,” Jack said, standing up and pulling away from Ianto.
Ianto narrowed his eyes at the Captain and slid back, off the towel and onto the sheets. Jack turned his back on Ianto and pushed his braces down. Ianto picked up the towel and threw it at Jack, who merely watched it land at his feet. Jack turned to Ianto, his shirt unbuttoned. It was then that Ianto noticed the angry welt across Jack’s chest.
“When did that happen?” Ianto asked, bewildered. He knew everything that happened, how could something as nasty as that escape his notice?
“Oh, this?” Jack replied, trying to brush it off.
“Yes, that,” Ianto stated, nodding his head at Jack’s chest.
“You didn’t think I would have let you take down Big Bad Ugly alone without a good excuse, did you,” Jack replied as he picked up the towel, flinging it over his shoulder and obscuring the scratch. Jack rooted around in the small bag he had brought and handed Ianto two yellow tablets.
“What’s this?”
“Pain meds. I can always take them back,” Jack replied, holding out the cup of water that had been on the bedside table.
The water was remarkably cold, making Ianto deduce that Jack had gotten it fresh while he had been in the shower. Ianto swallowed down the pills and held the cool glass against his knee.
“Where are you going?” Ianto asked as Jack headed towards the bathroom.
“To wash up myself,” Jack said, shooting Ianto a grin that made his insides melt. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Ianto nodded his head and leaned against the headboard, keeping the glass on his aching knee, which was starting to hurt less and less. His head bent back, his body at a seductive angle. Stomach tingling slightly, Ianto knew the medicine was kicking in as his body began to feel immensely relaxed. Closing his eyes, Ianto heard the muted sounds of his bedroom: the tick of the clock on his night-stand, the whoosh of a car on the street below, the rain starting up again and pelting against the windowpane.
He could feel someone hovering over him and slowly opened his eyes to see Jack sitting next to him, hair still dripping wet, with only the towel wrapped around his bare body. Jack’s hand was wrapped around Ianto’s fingers as they still held tightly to the glass.
“Maybe you should get some rest,” Jack said, prying the glass from Ianto’s fingers and placing it on the bedside table.
“I’ll stay in bed if you stay with me,” Ianto replied.
“Was that a proposition, Ianto Jones?”
“Does it need to be?” Ianto replied, sliding down the bed until his head rested on the pillows.
“Not at all,” Jack said as he bent down and kissed Ianto on the lips. He licked at Ianto’s lower lip and then wrapped a hand around Ianto’s head, pulling him in tight as his tongue pushed it’s way into the younger man’s mouth.
Ianto could still taste wisps of mint mouthwash on Jack’s tongue. He inhaled, a scent that was purely Jack, especially after a shower before he could even think of putting any after-shave or cologne on. Jack manoeuvred on the bed, getting onto his knees. Tugging at the towel, Ianto pulled it off of Jack, gliding his hands along his lover’s hips. Pulling Jack closer to him, Ianto dug his fingers into Jack’s hips, pressing down, his nails digging into the flesh.
Jack straddled Ianto’s legs, careful of the wrenched knee. He let go of Ianto’s neck and stood on all fours over him. He placed a kiss on Ianto’s lips, and then his chin, Jack’s tongue snaking out to caress the tender flesh under Ianto’s jaw. Jack nibbled on his neck, making Ianto squirm. He left a trail of kisses along Ianto’s chest, and swiped his tongue across both nipples.
Leaning back on his heels, kneeling between Ianto’s legs, Jack looked expectant as his hands lingered around Ianto’s crotch, tickling the vein underneath, making his penis grow harder with each stroke. Jack grabbed the lube from the bedside table and dropped the tube on the bed next to him. He put his hands on Ianto’s feet and nudged them upwards.
Ianto hadn’t meant to hiss like that, but his knee still hurt a bit. It pained him to see the worried expression on Jack’s face. “It’s okay,” he muttered, not wanting Jack to stop.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Ianto stated. He was determined, he wouldn’t show Jack any pain.
“I have an idea,” Jack said as he squirted a generous amount of lube in his hand. Jack positioned himself over Ianto, their chests rubbing against each other, their cocks side-by-side. He kissed Ianto on the cheek and then Jack started nibbling on his neck as he held both their cocks together in his big hands.
Burying his head in Ianto’s neck, tickling it with his hot breath, Jack stroked along both of them together, the friction causing a heat that creeped up Ianto’s body. Jack pumped them both until Ianto clawed at Jack’s shoulders as his own member felt at the bursting point. He tried to hold off so both of them could come together. Jack distracted him enough, nibbling on his ear, until he was hard as well.
Ianto’s back arched as he pushed towards Jack, finally feeling the release from both of them. Jack kissed him, their breaths intermingling. Laying his sweaty head against the crisp pillowcase, Ianto gave Jack a deep kiss, holding him tight around the back, loving the feel of his heat surrounding him.
Jack snuggled against Ianto’s side, leaving tiny kisses across his shoulder. Grabbing the towel from the side of the bed, Jack softly wiped off Ianto’s stomach and groin, tickling the balls with the fluffy towel. Taking care of himself, Jack dropped the towel to the floor next to the bed.
“Need anything else?” Jack asked, a small chuckle in his voice.
“I’m good,” Ianto said, pulling the sheet up over both of them. He turned on his side, facing Jack and slid his injured leg over Jack’s. Jack gave him a quizzical look. “Owen said to elevate it.” He tucked his head into Jack’s chest as the medication made him doze off.