51st Century Medicine
And yes, I know what he said, but there is no way Jack does not watch rugby.
Ianto had finally agreed to let the team come and watch him play rugby with his Sunday team. The Sunday team he had managed to hide from them for months but that somehow Jack had found out about.
And of course it just would be the day when he received a bad tackle that resulted in an awkward landing, an undignified carting off the field and an overly thorough once over by a local ambulance crew.
Owen had finally stepped in, shown his credentials and offered to take responsibility for Ianto if they would release him. They had reluctantly agreed and two minutes later Ianto was abandoned at Jack’s side with Owen muttering about better things to do with his Sunday.
Jack drove a stiff and sore, but otherwise basically unharmed, Ianto back to his flat.
“Let me help you inside.” he said, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I’m fine Jack really. Bit of bruising and torn muscle. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t mind. Really.”
As they climbed the stairs to the flat Jack’s hand slipped from Ianto’s waist to his arse.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you up the stairs. I can offer you more support from this angle.”
Ianto gave him a suspicious glare but kept heading for the comfort of his flat.
Jack let Ianto lean on him again as they walked through the front door. For all his bravado Ianto’s discomfort was evident in his limp.
“Let’s get you straight into the bedroom.” Jack insisted, levering Ianto through the flat.
“Jack, I’m in no mood to be doing anything.”
“That’s not what I mean. I just think you should lie down and rest that’s all.”
“Hmm…” muttered Ianto, unconvinced.
Jack lay Ianto on the bed, removed his rugby boots and sat next to him, a serious expression on his face.
“I’d feel a lot better if you’d let me check you over myself you know.”
Ianto looked at him. He couldn’t see mischief in Jack’s eyes and wondered if for once he might be on the level.
He sighed. “Okay, fine. Do what you need to do.”
“Thank you Ianto. Let’s get your rugby top off first.” Ianto leant forward away from the headboard he’d been leaning against and let Jack peel his shirt over his head.
“I started liking rugby a lot more when they brought in these new tight tops.” Jack stopped at the suspicious glance he got from Ianto. “What? It was just an observation. I really think the game started to improve when they brought in this new material that shows when players have been grabbed. It stops a lot of arguments.”
Ianto leant back and allowed Jack to carry on, but there was still suspicion in his eyes.
“How are you going to check me over exactly? You don’t have any medical equipment.”
“I don’t need any.” Jack replied. “We do things differently in the 51st Century. I have battlefield training. I can check for and diagnose injuries with just parts of my own body.”
“You’re taking the piss.”
“Really Ianto? Is that what you think of me?”
“Yes Jack! I know you.”
“Ianto, you’re injured. Do you really think I’d take advantage of you at a time like this?”
Ianto raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him and Jack had the decency to look hurt.
“Just let me demonstrate what us 51st Century guys can do.”
“I’ve seen what you 51st Century guys can do.” Ianto muttered darkly as Jack moved to sit further down the bed. “Just don’t try anything.”
Jack pulled off Ianto’s socks.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re trained to be able to feel any problems with bone or muscle just by touch.” Jack explained as he slowly ran his hands over Ianto’s ankles. “Just by the feel of the muscle tone and the minute changes I can tell what damage has been done to where.”
Ianto lay back and closed his eyes for a minute. Part of his brain was kicking him, telling him he was just falling for another of the Captain’s stories, and part of it was trying to think that this was really quite plausible. There could be all sorts of new training in the future. But in the meantime Jack’s hands on his sore muscles was actually quite pleasant.
“You’ve got mud all over you.” said Jack conversationally as he worked his way up his legs. “It’s funny seeing you dressed like this and then all muddy as well. Not the Ianto the world normally sees. I like it. I like seeing you all messy and dirty.”
Ianto raised his head, looking at Jack through narrowed eyes. Jack continued talking seamlessly.
“Okay, that’s your legs checked over. I agree. There’ll be a lot of bruising and there’s some muscle damage to the left ankle, but it’ll heal quickly. Let’s check your upper body.”
Ianto took another deep breath and lay his head back again. Jack seemed to be all business once more so he decided to let him continue. Jack moved so he was sitting further up the bed.
He put his hands around the back of Ianto’s neck and leant forwards.
“I’ve got to get the angle of this right,” he said. He leant his body close to Ianto’s and suddenly Jack’s face was next to his. As Jack’s fingers wandered lightly on his neck Jack’s breath played across his cheek.
“The neck’s very important,” Jack was saying. The words fell straight into Ianto’s ear and puff of breath accompanied them. “But then I’m sure you know that.” Ianto swallowed and tried to nod.
“Just got to get a proper feel of the other side too,” and Jack changed position. This time his face was above Ianto’s, his lips close to but not touching his. Jack licked his lips in concentration and Ianto shifted slightly on the bed.
“I’m not hurting you am I?” Jack asked, without moving.
“No. No, I’m fine.” Ianto managed to get out.
“Good. Okay let’s check the rest of you.”
Ianto took a deep breath and tried to tell his body to behave as Jack’s hands wandered slowly across his shoulders and down his arms, lingering over the muscle definition they found.
Jack moved his hands to Ianto’s chest and splayed his fingers, making sure there wasn’t an inch of skin left untouched. Jack’s flat hands moved down to explore his stomach, and his thumbs ran along inside the waistband of Ianto’s shorts.
“Hmm.” said Jack. “Your heart seems to be beating a little fast and I think your breathing is speeding up. Are you in a lot of pain?”
Ianto’s voice was refusing to work properly so he covered his first strangled reply with a cough.
“Um…no, not too bad thank you.”
“Hmmm…then it must be something else. I need to check the electrolytes in your system and your oxygen sats. Hold still.”
Ianto held still and tried to hold his breath as Jack leant towards him.
His whole body stiffened as Jack’s tongue flicked out and licked a stripe along his neck.
“What are you doing?” he managed to get out.
Jack paused for a second. “The tongue is the most sensitive and receptive part of the body. By running it over pulse points I can tell if there are any irregularities in your heart beat and at the same time taste to make sure that all your blood levels are as they should be.”
Ianto thought about this for a couple of seconds. It could be true. There was an outside chance it could be true. And Jack was his friend; his boss; his lover and it was only polite to humour him and give him the benefit of the doubt. And Ianto was nothing if not polite.
“Okay.” he said. “To be on the safe side I suppose you should check.
Jack nodded and returned to what he was doing. His tongue ran down his neck again, under his chin and dipped into the hollow of his throat before running up the other side of his neck and up under his ear.
Ianto had to make an effort to keep his body still. Jack had a hand pressing on his chest, Ianto assumed to check his heart rhythm, but one finger did keep seeming to move over his nipple. It was getting distracting.
Jack pulled his head back again.
“Hmmm.” he said again. “I’m getting concerned. You’re heart rate and breathing are both still speeding up and you’re looking a little red and flushed across you cheeks and neck. Do you mind if I check your circulation?”
Ianto shook his head, indicating that, no, he didn’t mind. Jack could pretty much do whatever he wanted right now, but Ianto was desperately trying not to let that show. He just wondered what sort of 51st Century technique he had for this.
Jack shuffled down the bed slightly and gripped the waistband of Ianto’s shorts. Tucking is fingers inside he tugged down, pulling the shorts and his jock strap to his knees in one swift but gentle movement.
Ianto’s hard cock bobbed free and Jack’s hand was soon on it.
“Well your blood flow seems to be getting to your extremities without a problem.” Jack’s hand started to slowly move, sending waves of pleasure to the pit of Ianto’s stomach. “Although the flush is starting to appear on your chest now. I should check this for a little longer I think. See if there are any more changes.”
Ianto looked Jack in the eye. “I thought,” he said raggedly, “that the tongue was the most sensitive part of the body. If we’re being really thorough and you care that much about my health, shouldn’t you be using that to monitor me?” Ianto was very impressed with himself for managing to get a whole sentence out.
Jack grinned at him wolfishly. “You’re quite right. What was I thinking?”
And with a swift movement, he had moved again and was bent over, taking Ianto into his mouth. Jack’s head bobbed as he moved up and down and Ianto collapsed back against the headboard, eyes closed. Jack’s mouth worked him, tongue licking, flicking and teasing, lips and cheeks applying the right amount of pressure. And then Jack was pulling him deeper, and a hand was curled around his balls, kneading and squeezing and with a shout Ianto was coming, hips bucking off the bed.
Ianto kept his head back and eyes closed as Jack released him and sat up. He finally cracked open one eye and looked into the face of his Captain who was wearing a self satisfied, smug grin that went from hear to ear.
“You’re a total bastard Jack; you know that don’t you?”
Ianto had finally agreed to let the team come and watch him play rugby with his Sunday team. The Sunday team he had managed to hide from them for months but that somehow Jack had found out about.
And of course it just would be the day when he received a bad tackle that resulted in an awkward landing, an undignified carting off the field and an overly thorough once over by a local ambulance crew.
Owen had finally stepped in, shown his credentials and offered to take responsibility for Ianto if they would release him. They had reluctantly agreed and two minutes later Ianto was abandoned at Jack’s side with Owen muttering about better things to do with his Sunday.
Jack drove a stiff and sore, but otherwise basically unharmed, Ianto back to his flat.
“Let me help you inside.” he said, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I’m fine Jack really. Bit of bruising and torn muscle. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t mind. Really.”
As they climbed the stairs to the flat Jack’s hand slipped from Ianto’s waist to his arse.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you up the stairs. I can offer you more support from this angle.”
Ianto gave him a suspicious glare but kept heading for the comfort of his flat.
Jack let Ianto lean on him again as they walked through the front door. For all his bravado Ianto’s discomfort was evident in his limp.
“Let’s get you straight into the bedroom.” Jack insisted, levering Ianto through the flat.
“Jack, I’m in no mood to be doing anything.”
“That’s not what I mean. I just think you should lie down and rest that’s all.”
“Hmm…” muttered Ianto, unconvinced.
Jack lay Ianto on the bed, removed his rugby boots and sat next to him, a serious expression on his face.
“I’d feel a lot better if you’d let me check you over myself you know.”
Ianto looked at him. He couldn’t see mischief in Jack’s eyes and wondered if for once he might be on the level.
He sighed. “Okay, fine. Do what you need to do.”
“Thank you Ianto. Let’s get your rugby top off first.” Ianto leant forward away from the headboard he’d been leaning against and let Jack peel his shirt over his head.
“I started liking rugby a lot more when they brought in these new tight tops.” Jack stopped at the suspicious glance he got from Ianto. “What? It was just an observation. I really think the game started to improve when they brought in this new material that shows when players have been grabbed. It stops a lot of arguments.”
Ianto leant back and allowed Jack to carry on, but there was still suspicion in his eyes.
“How are you going to check me over exactly? You don’t have any medical equipment.”
“I don’t need any.” Jack replied. “We do things differently in the 51st Century. I have battlefield training. I can check for and diagnose injuries with just parts of my own body.”
“You’re taking the piss.”
“Really Ianto? Is that what you think of me?”
“Yes Jack! I know you.”
“Ianto, you’re injured. Do you really think I’d take advantage of you at a time like this?”
Ianto raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him and Jack had the decency to look hurt.
“Just let me demonstrate what us 51st Century guys can do.”
“I’ve seen what you 51st Century guys can do.” Ianto muttered darkly as Jack moved to sit further down the bed. “Just don’t try anything.”
Jack pulled off Ianto’s socks.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re trained to be able to feel any problems with bone or muscle just by touch.” Jack explained as he slowly ran his hands over Ianto’s ankles. “Just by the feel of the muscle tone and the minute changes I can tell what damage has been done to where.”
Ianto lay back and closed his eyes for a minute. Part of his brain was kicking him, telling him he was just falling for another of the Captain’s stories, and part of it was trying to think that this was really quite plausible. There could be all sorts of new training in the future. But in the meantime Jack’s hands on his sore muscles was actually quite pleasant.
“You’ve got mud all over you.” said Jack conversationally as he worked his way up his legs. “It’s funny seeing you dressed like this and then all muddy as well. Not the Ianto the world normally sees. I like it. I like seeing you all messy and dirty.”
Ianto raised his head, looking at Jack through narrowed eyes. Jack continued talking seamlessly.
“Okay, that’s your legs checked over. I agree. There’ll be a lot of bruising and there’s some muscle damage to the left ankle, but it’ll heal quickly. Let’s check your upper body.”
Ianto took another deep breath and lay his head back again. Jack seemed to be all business once more so he decided to let him continue. Jack moved so he was sitting further up the bed.
He put his hands around the back of Ianto’s neck and leant forwards.
“I’ve got to get the angle of this right,” he said. He leant his body close to Ianto’s and suddenly Jack’s face was next to his. As Jack’s fingers wandered lightly on his neck Jack’s breath played across his cheek.
“The neck’s very important,” Jack was saying. The words fell straight into Ianto’s ear and puff of breath accompanied them. “But then I’m sure you know that.” Ianto swallowed and tried to nod.
“Just got to get a proper feel of the other side too,” and Jack changed position. This time his face was above Ianto’s, his lips close to but not touching his. Jack licked his lips in concentration and Ianto shifted slightly on the bed.
“I’m not hurting you am I?” Jack asked, without moving.
“No. No, I’m fine.” Ianto managed to get out.
“Good. Okay let’s check the rest of you.”
Ianto took a deep breath and tried to tell his body to behave as Jack’s hands wandered slowly across his shoulders and down his arms, lingering over the muscle definition they found.
Jack moved his hands to Ianto’s chest and splayed his fingers, making sure there wasn’t an inch of skin left untouched. Jack’s flat hands moved down to explore his stomach, and his thumbs ran along inside the waistband of Ianto’s shorts.
“Hmm.” said Jack. “Your heart seems to be beating a little fast and I think your breathing is speeding up. Are you in a lot of pain?”
Ianto’s voice was refusing to work properly so he covered his first strangled reply with a cough.
“Um…no, not too bad thank you.”
“Hmmm…then it must be something else. I need to check the electrolytes in your system and your oxygen sats. Hold still.”
Ianto held still and tried to hold his breath as Jack leant towards him.
His whole body stiffened as Jack’s tongue flicked out and licked a stripe along his neck.
“What are you doing?” he managed to get out.
Jack paused for a second. “The tongue is the most sensitive and receptive part of the body. By running it over pulse points I can tell if there are any irregularities in your heart beat and at the same time taste to make sure that all your blood levels are as they should be.”
Ianto thought about this for a couple of seconds. It could be true. There was an outside chance it could be true. And Jack was his friend; his boss; his lover and it was only polite to humour him and give him the benefit of the doubt. And Ianto was nothing if not polite.
“Okay.” he said. “To be on the safe side I suppose you should check.
Jack nodded and returned to what he was doing. His tongue ran down his neck again, under his chin and dipped into the hollow of his throat before running up the other side of his neck and up under his ear.
Ianto had to make an effort to keep his body still. Jack had a hand pressing on his chest, Ianto assumed to check his heart rhythm, but one finger did keep seeming to move over his nipple. It was getting distracting.
Jack pulled his head back again.
“Hmmm.” he said again. “I’m getting concerned. You’re heart rate and breathing are both still speeding up and you’re looking a little red and flushed across you cheeks and neck. Do you mind if I check your circulation?”
Ianto shook his head, indicating that, no, he didn’t mind. Jack could pretty much do whatever he wanted right now, but Ianto was desperately trying not to let that show. He just wondered what sort of 51st Century technique he had for this.
Jack shuffled down the bed slightly and gripped the waistband of Ianto’s shorts. Tucking is fingers inside he tugged down, pulling the shorts and his jock strap to his knees in one swift but gentle movement.
Ianto’s hard cock bobbed free and Jack’s hand was soon on it.
“Well your blood flow seems to be getting to your extremities without a problem.” Jack’s hand started to slowly move, sending waves of pleasure to the pit of Ianto’s stomach. “Although the flush is starting to appear on your chest now. I should check this for a little longer I think. See if there are any more changes.”
Ianto looked Jack in the eye. “I thought,” he said raggedly, “that the tongue was the most sensitive part of the body. If we’re being really thorough and you care that much about my health, shouldn’t you be using that to monitor me?” Ianto was very impressed with himself for managing to get a whole sentence out.
Jack grinned at him wolfishly. “You’re quite right. What was I thinking?”
And with a swift movement, he had moved again and was bent over, taking Ianto into his mouth. Jack’s head bobbed as he moved up and down and Ianto collapsed back against the headboard, eyes closed. Jack’s mouth worked him, tongue licking, flicking and teasing, lips and cheeks applying the right amount of pressure. And then Jack was pulling him deeper, and a hand was curled around his balls, kneading and squeezing and with a shout Ianto was coming, hips bucking off the bed.
Ianto kept his head back and eyes closed as Jack released him and sat up. He finally cracked open one eye and looked into the face of his Captain who was wearing a self satisfied, smug grin that went from hear to ear.
“You’re a total bastard Jack; you know that don’t you?”