Fic: Allergic To Kink
TITLE: Allergic to Kink
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC.
RATING: PG-13 (for implied nautiness)
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Tosh
CHALLENGE: horizonssing Day Seven: A Strawberry.
WORDS: 724
SUMMARY: How was Jack to know Ianto was allergic?
Author's Notes: Clearly yesterday and naked Ianto has sparked the smut side of my brain... I sense a recurring theme for the next few days.
Jack watched Ianto sat on the bench in the medical bay, his face flushed red and his brow furrowed in discomfort. Jack’s own brow was furrowed in guilt and concern for the young man as he watched Owen raiding the nearest cabinet.
“It’s not your fault.” Ianto tried to say reassuringly when he caught Jack’s eye but it was ruined by the fact his speech was muffled by his swollen tongue and the statement was followed by at least four sneezes.
“Yeah, It’s not your fault you tried to poison Ianto.” Owen offered helpfully as he rolled up Ianto’s right shirt sleeve, swabbing the crook of his elbow before jabbing a needle into it.
“Well I didn’t know!” Jack answered indignantly. “It’s not like I would have done it on purpose if I had known he was allergic.”
“It’s find.” Ianto tried to reassure again as he pressed the cotton wool pad to his arm now Owen had removed the needle.
“Yeah, sure it is mate.” Owen tried to refrain from laughing. “You’re just missing a few vowels is all.”
Ianto tried to glare back at Owen but his eyes were drooping now and he felt light headed along with the itchy feeling in the back of his throat. He tried to yawn round his oversized tongue but another round of sneezing took precedence.
“He’ll be drowsy for the rest of the day. I’d just let him sleep it off if I was you.” Owen advised, hooking a hand under Ianto’s armpit to help him down from the table as he swayed dangerously close to the tray full of scalpels.
“He’s not exactly going to be helpful pointing tourists in the direction of the Miwemium Centre or talking to UNIT about the Evil situation instead of Weevil.” Owen couldn’t help himself from laughing. “Or-“
“Yes thank you Owen, we get the point.” Jack interrupted as he too put a hand round Ianto’s upper arm, guiding him up the stairs and towards the sofa. Ianto just stared down at his feet, watching them putting themselves one in front of the other like it was some kind of miracle.
“Is he ok now?” Tosh swung round in her chair watching Jack lower a nearly unconscious Ianto onto the couch.
“Eh, Owen, I thought you said he’d be drowsy not catatonic?” Jack yelled out as he stopped Ianto from collapsing sideways onto the couch, lowering his head gently onto a pillow.
“It’ll affect him more if he’s not had much sleep.” Owen called back calmly.
Jack blushed red, remembering the previous night. Ianto was lucky if he’d got even half a good nights sleep, which if Jack was honest he wasn’t entirely to blame for. He watched as Ianto’s eyes drooped again feeling Tosh at his shoulder also watching Ianto.
“Owen said he’ll be out for most of the day, but he’ll be fine.” Jack seemed to sag slightly with relief when he reiterated what Owen had said.
“What I want to know was why Ianto didn’t realise what he was eating.” Tosh half asked, bending slightly so she could pick up his arm that had flopped off the sofa, placing it back on top of his chest carefully.
“Well he couldn’t really see,” Jack mumbled as Tosh tried to hide her grin.
“You might want to check the body paint you bought the other week as well by the way in case that’s strawberry flavoured.” Tosh added helpfully causing Jack’s eyes to widen as she moved back to her station a knowing grin on her face.
“No more thawberries.” Ianto mumbled sleepily as Owen appeared in close proximity of the sofa with what was left of Ianto and Jack’s breakfast in bed. Owen smirked down at the young Welshman as he stuffed another strawberry from the punnet into his mouth.
“None for you.” Owen reprimanded.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got any chocolate to dip these in do you Jack?” Owen asked greedily.
Jack didn’t have any that was designed for strawberries but he had half a jar of chocolate body paint left that would create a story he was sure would cheer Ianto up once he regained consciousness again. He had to make it up to Ianto somehow; and he didn’t quite think feeding him strawberries dipped in chocolate while blindfolded was going to work this time.
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC.
RATING: PG-13 (for implied nautiness)
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Tosh
CHALLENGE: horizonssing Day Seven: A Strawberry.
WORDS: 724
SUMMARY: How was Jack to know Ianto was allergic?
Author's Notes: Clearly yesterday and naked Ianto has sparked the smut side of my brain... I sense a recurring theme for the next few days.
Jack watched Ianto sat on the bench in the medical bay, his face flushed red and his brow furrowed in discomfort. Jack’s own brow was furrowed in guilt and concern for the young man as he watched Owen raiding the nearest cabinet.
“It’s not your fault.” Ianto tried to say reassuringly when he caught Jack’s eye but it was ruined by the fact his speech was muffled by his swollen tongue and the statement was followed by at least four sneezes.
“Yeah, It’s not your fault you tried to poison Ianto.” Owen offered helpfully as he rolled up Ianto’s right shirt sleeve, swabbing the crook of his elbow before jabbing a needle into it.
“Well I didn’t know!” Jack answered indignantly. “It’s not like I would have done it on purpose if I had known he was allergic.”
“It’s find.” Ianto tried to reassure again as he pressed the cotton wool pad to his arm now Owen had removed the needle.
“Yeah, sure it is mate.” Owen tried to refrain from laughing. “You’re just missing a few vowels is all.”
Ianto tried to glare back at Owen but his eyes were drooping now and he felt light headed along with the itchy feeling in the back of his throat. He tried to yawn round his oversized tongue but another round of sneezing took precedence.
“He’ll be drowsy for the rest of the day. I’d just let him sleep it off if I was you.” Owen advised, hooking a hand under Ianto’s armpit to help him down from the table as he swayed dangerously close to the tray full of scalpels.
“He’s not exactly going to be helpful pointing tourists in the direction of the Miwemium Centre or talking to UNIT about the Evil situation instead of Weevil.” Owen couldn’t help himself from laughing. “Or-“
“Yes thank you Owen, we get the point.” Jack interrupted as he too put a hand round Ianto’s upper arm, guiding him up the stairs and towards the sofa. Ianto just stared down at his feet, watching them putting themselves one in front of the other like it was some kind of miracle.
“Is he ok now?” Tosh swung round in her chair watching Jack lower a nearly unconscious Ianto onto the couch.
“Eh, Owen, I thought you said he’d be drowsy not catatonic?” Jack yelled out as he stopped Ianto from collapsing sideways onto the couch, lowering his head gently onto a pillow.
“It’ll affect him more if he’s not had much sleep.” Owen called back calmly.
Jack blushed red, remembering the previous night. Ianto was lucky if he’d got even half a good nights sleep, which if Jack was honest he wasn’t entirely to blame for. He watched as Ianto’s eyes drooped again feeling Tosh at his shoulder also watching Ianto.
“Owen said he’ll be out for most of the day, but he’ll be fine.” Jack seemed to sag slightly with relief when he reiterated what Owen had said.
“What I want to know was why Ianto didn’t realise what he was eating.” Tosh half asked, bending slightly so she could pick up his arm that had flopped off the sofa, placing it back on top of his chest carefully.
“Well he couldn’t really see,” Jack mumbled as Tosh tried to hide her grin.
“You might want to check the body paint you bought the other week as well by the way in case that’s strawberry flavoured.” Tosh added helpfully causing Jack’s eyes to widen as she moved back to her station a knowing grin on her face.
“No more thawberries.” Ianto mumbled sleepily as Owen appeared in close proximity of the sofa with what was left of Ianto and Jack’s breakfast in bed. Owen smirked down at the young Welshman as he stuffed another strawberry from the punnet into his mouth.
“None for you.” Owen reprimanded.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got any chocolate to dip these in do you Jack?” Owen asked greedily.
Jack didn’t have any that was designed for strawberries but he had half a jar of chocolate body paint left that would create a story he was sure would cheer Ianto up once he regained consciousness again. He had to make it up to Ianto somehow; and he didn’t quite think feeding him strawberries dipped in chocolate while blindfolded was going to work this time.