Title: Cold hands
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Warnings: medical play
Summary: Owen and Ianto play doctor.

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Ianto watched as Owen moved about the autopsy bay. Down there Owen moved with an intensity of focus that wasn’t always apparent elsewhere and Ianto found it fascinating. The way his hands almost caressed the instruments, how precise and confident he was handling them. For some perverse reason Ianto often found he was turned on by it. He didn’t really like Owen that much but the man had a charisma about him, a brittle confidence nothing like Jack’s smooth charm and easier to bear.

Owen could feel Ianto watching him. Sometimes it drove him mad feeling Ianto’s eyes on him, other times it felt strangely pleasant. He had finally figured out how much Ianto enjoyed watching him work and got the other man to admit to the thoughts it conjured up. To his surprise it set a few ideas working in his own head. The girls were gone and Jack was on a rooftop somewhere so Owen decided to put his plan into action.

“Could you give me a hand Ianto?” Owen called up.

Ianto looked surprised but left his perch on the walkway and came down into the autopsy bay. “I’m not cleaning up your shit,” he said by way of greeting.

“I’m not asking you to,” Owen replied, “I want to test this and I need someone else to help.” He held up one of the artefacts the Rift had tossed up earlier in the year. He was pretty sure it would do what he wanted it to do.

“You are not testing anything on me again.” Ianto recoiled slightly.

“No, you’re testing it on me,” Owen said, hiding his smirk at Ianto’s surprise, “I think it’s a medical recorder so I’ve run some comparison data on myself and now I want you to scan me so I can check my findings. So glove up, doctor,” he added deliberately and was rewarded by a quick flush to Ianto’s cheeks.

“Glove up?” Ianto said regaining his composure.

“Proper test protocols,” Owen said, “I’m not having my data mucked up by your bleached hands.”

“Since when have you ever obeyed protocols?” Ianto said, but he reached out and grabbed a pair of disposable gloves.

Owen felt his own interest grow when Ianto efficiently snapped the gloves on and turned back to him. Owen shrugged off his lab coat and shirt and hopped onto the table.

“So what am I supposed to do?” Ianto said, picking up the scanner.

“Scan me,” Owen said with an obvious eye roll. He reached over and pointed to some buttons. “That one to start, move the scanner over my torso slowly, use that one when you reach my heart and that one at my bellybutton. Push the first one again when you’re done. I’ll be watching the readout and I’ll yell if you do anything wrong.”

“Of course you will,” Ianto said with his own eye roll but he followed Owen’s directions.

Ianto was concentrating on the scanner and belatedly noticed his free hand was resting on Owen’s shoulder and Owen wasn’t complaining about it.

“Done,” Owen said and his voice was strained.

Ianto put down the scanner and took a deep breath. “Perhaps you should have a proper check up while you’re here.”

Owen met Ianto’s gaze and his pupils widened until the irises were almost gone. “What would you recommend, doctor?” he said desire roughing his voice.

Ianto grabbed the stethoscope. “Take a deep breath please,” he said placing the diaphragm over Owen’s heart, “and release.” Owen’s heart was racing but Ianto could barely hear it over the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. He flipped the chest piece over and dragged the metal bell over Owen’s nipples which had already pebbled with arousal.

“Remove your pants please,” Ianto said, draping the stethoscope around his neck the way he’d seen Owen do a hundred times.

Owen sucked in a quick breath and hopped off the table to obey, pulling off his boxers at the same time. He sat back on the table and watched Ianto. Ianto pushed his legs apart and stepped in closer placing one gloved hand on Owen’s chest and dragging it down to cup Owen’s balls.

“No lumps,” he said, “now cough.”

Owen’s cough was more of a choke that turned into a gasp when Ianto wrapped his latex covered fingers around Owen’s cock.

“I think I need to take an internal temperature reading,” Ianto said, failing to keep a straight face.

“I think you should too,” Owen said with his own leer. He slipped off the table and turned around.

Ianto grabbed the always within reach lube and unzipped his pants before he went any further. Coating the fingers of one hand he pulled Owen’s cheeks apart and inserted one into Owen’s arse. Owen hissed and pushed down on Ianto’s finger.

“Hold still please,” Ianto said sternly. He used his free hand to push Owen forward over the table and pushed a second finger in.

“Fuck,” Owen swore. He reached over the table and grabbed the edge to brace himself as Ianto twisted the fingers inside him and found his prostate.

“Nothing appears to be enlarged,” Ianto said.

“Something is,” Owen said rubbing his cock against the edge of the table.

“I’ll have to check for unusual discharge,” Ianto said. He reached around and stroked Owen’s cock as he started pumping his fingers in and out.

“Bloody well fuck me already,” Owen said, “I’m dying here.”

“I’m the doctor,” Ianto said, “I think I’d know if you were really dying.” He pulled his fingers out and disposed of the glove he was wearing before slicking up his cock and pushing into Owen.

Owen pushed back with another curse. Ianto knew how much he liked the burn of being slightly unprepared so continued to thrust forward until completely embedded. Ianto pulled back and thrust again, building up a rhythm that had his balls slapping against Owen’s thighs and Owen grunting with pleasure.

Ianto tried not to grunt but one hand bit into Owen’s hip hard enough to leave a bruise while the other held Owen’s cock in a loose fist so that Owen fucked it on the force of his thrusts alone. He loved the feeling of being fully clothed while Owen was naked except for a pair of black socks, loved how Owen shivered when his zipper pressed against sensitive flesh.

Owen came first, with a bitten off cry and a tightening around Ianto’s cock that shook him off his rhythm briefly. Of course post-orgasm Owen was the most compliant Ianto ever saw and he let Ianto pull his body upright enough to be able to thrust in that little bit deeper. Now Ianto could take his time with long leisurely thrust until his orgasm built up and he shot deep into Owen’s bowels.

“You’re a crap doctor,” Owen said when he recovered his breath; “bloody good thing you’re a good lay.”

Ianto pulled free with less care than he’d been planning and smirked when Owen winced and slapped Owen on the rump. “You’re a crap teacher then.” He turned Owen around and kissed away any retaliation.

Owen blinked at him when released and then smirked and kissed him back. “I think I need to make a follow up appointment,” he said, “just so you can get some more practice in.”

“Talk to my receptionist on the way out,” Ianto said with his own smirk.

END

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