Title: Bedside Manner
Author: Captains Cariad
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I always knew Jack had a great bedside manner - need I say more...?
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine, but the boys like to play and so do I.
Summary: Jack needs a medical, but Owen isn't around.

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Jack couldn't believe it. Owen was questioning his ability to work until he passed a medical - unbelievable! Of all the infuriating, stupid things he'd heard lately that really was ridiculous. Ok, he knew he couldn't go out in the field if he was really badly hurt, it'd put the team at risk, but a dislocated shoulder & a couple of cracked ribs had never stopped him before - he healed quickly; he was immortal after all.

Exasperated, Jack stared out across Roald Dahl Plas taking in the view of the Welsh coastline. He watched the dark, lapping waters of the bay as the sky turned slate grey bringing dusk an hour or so early. Quite frankly, he was insulted that Owen wouldn't trust him enough to take his word that he was fine - he didn't have the energy to start a fight by pulling rank, but cursed himself for having winced when he'd climbed into the SUV earlier - foolish to show weakness. Sure he was still a little sore & tender, but nothing he couldn't handle with an ice-pack & the odd medicinal whiskey after a hard day's work.

He sighed and turned away from the water deciding to get it over with & head back to The Hub. He tried not to let his footsteps portray his mood, but once inside he couldn't help stomping across the metal walkway in the direction of the doctor's domain. He just hoped Owen was still there, so it wouldn't have to drag until tomorrow. The sooner he could see him, get the paperwork signed off & get on with work the better in his book.

He paused at the top of the stone stairs before descending the spiral; he could see Ianto writing up some notes, smoothing his tie between his fingers in deep concentration & oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. A small smile touched the corners of Jack's mouth as Ianto leaned over to reach a file exposing the slightest peak of toned buttocks as the tailored suit jacket rose up his back.
Composing himself, Jack cleared his throat as he entered the room.

"Where's Owen?" he asked.

Like a rabbit caught in headlights Ianto jumped & then froze as the sudden intrusion broke his train of thought and startled him out of his work.

"Oh, it's you Sir - I do wish you wouldn't sneak up on me like that!" he exclaimed, quickly regaining his composure.

"Ah, but the element of surprise is all part of the job..." Jack offered in response.

"Owen was called away, so you get me instead" Ianto explained hurriedly.

Jack's gaze rested on the other man's chest where he could see the pulsing of his heart beneath the crisp material of his shirt.

"It looks like I may have to check your heart rate rather than the other way round!" he quipped.

"Promises, promises..." Ianto muttered blushing slightly.

"One of these days you'll have to make good on your suggestions Sir, but something always comes up."

He moved round the autopsy table towards his boss.

"I should certainly hope so - no fun otherwise" the Captain grinned wolfishly.

"Where do you want me?"

Resisting the urge to indulge the double-entendre further Ianto busied himself with some x-rays.

"Up on the bed please - shirt off" he said in a matter of fact tone, glad his face couldn't be seen as he closed his eyes momentarily & took a deep breath before turning back.
Jack concentrated his mind on not feeling the twinge of his injuries as he shrugged out of his braces & removed his pale blue shirt. Ianto clipped the x-ray to the light box & appraised the image.

"Dislocated shoulder" he stated coming to stand in front of Jack, almost touching, but not quite, scrutinising the other man's expression.

"Owen told me what to check in order to sign you off, so don't try to pull the wool over my eyes Sir."

The Captain smiled through slightly clenched teeth.

"Just a little twinge - I'm going for the sympathy vote; besides I'll heal sooner than any of you lot I don't know what the fuss is about!"

"That's as may be, but you know Owen won't pass you unless you're fit enough" Ianto frowned.

"Well, if needs be we'll have to see if I can persuade you otherwise then won't we?"

Jack lifted his t-shirt revealing a large, purple-black bruise below his left nipple.

"Impressive"

Ianto tried to hide a smirk as he looked at Jack's chest, feeling his own heart beat faster as he took in the view.

"Let's take a look then" he moved closer, leaning against Jack's knees until the legs parted so he could stand between them.

Jack gave a sharp intake of breath as fingers came into contact with his skin - ice cold.

"I see you've inherited Owen's damn cold doctor hands - why is that?" he gasped.

Laughter played across Ianto's lips.

"To keep you on your toes, Sir; but then again any injured area heats up, so my hands will always feel cold until you're healed."

Jack inhaled deeply as the younger man bent to take a closer look at him; fingers pressing against his battered ribs.

"How are they doing?" he asked conversationally feeling warm breath whispering across his skin in stark contrast to the coolness of the hands.

Ianto's scent filled his nose, a mixture of something dark & musky - like sex.

"Swelling's gone down; seem to be knitting well, keep icing them to make the bruise come out," Ianto said moving back into Jack's direct eye line.

"Now the shoulder is a different matter...lucky Owen showed me what to do 'cos I'm going to have to push it back into place or he'll never let you back out in the field."

Ianto touched Jack just above the collarbone making him visibly flinch & place his hands on the younger man's waist to steady himself as a wave of pain came over him. Ianto let out a little gasp of surprise as he found himself looking straight into Jack's eyes, the firm grip pulling him closer.

Against all his good intentions, he sank into the Captain's arms, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.
Jack's hands slid upwards, until he was holding Ianto just below the shoulder blades & then he bent his head forward to place a kiss on the swell of his collarbone.

Ianto let out a shaky breath saying "This won't change what I write in my report you know"

The Captain smiled & ran his fingers down the buttons on Ianto's shirt.

"You could just tell Owen that I have great stamina..."

His hands were then under the suit jacket to unfasten the fly of the beautifully cut trousers.

"... as a testament to your bedside manner" he whispered against Ianto's neck.

The Welshman let out a nervous laugh as he found himself pulled down on top of his boss on the bed.

The laughter in Ianto's throat was snatched away by the look on Jack's face. The Captain's gaze held a heat and knowledge that brought his pulse racing. Ianto grazed his lips across Jack's shoulder, the movement catching his attention. As their eyes locked the same dark, hunger was there again. A desire borne of torrid nights of lust, of pleasure & tangled sheets.

Ianto's voice came wispy & a little unsteady.

"You've decided to play, what makes you think I'll join in?"

His boss whispered against his cheek.

"Because this is an opportunistic situation and if we must go through the pretence of completing Owen's paperwork, then we may as well make the most of it"

Just the breath; hot against his skin made Ianto quiver. Then that flash of a smile came again, like a revelation across Jack's face making him look younger. For a fleeting moment he looked like someone else entirely - someone who wasn't haunted by memories despite losing 2 years of his life. The look was almost more intimate than a touch. It made Ianto's skin burn and tingle, raising the hair along his body, making his breathing rapid & shallow. All this from a look. He had trouble focusing on Jack, lying under him. His power of speech eluded him. Eventually he managed a coherent thought, but his voice was like a sigh.

"Why is it, that you're the only one that can do that with just a look?"

Jack's smile quirked into a grin, and his gaze slid briefly downwards. He spoke soft and low.

"What do you want me to do?"

For a moment Ianto couldn't think what he meant. It took all his concentration not to let himself slip into those sparkling, vivid blue eyes.

"What?"

He pulled away from the man beneath him, shifting position so that he was no longer on top of his boss, but beside him on the bed. Jack's t-shirt was still rucked up revealing the smooth flesh of his chest marred only by the angry bruise over the broken ribs.

Jack shook his head & held Ianto at arm's length.

"You're going to fight me?" he asked, leaning in so his lips hovered enticingly above the other man's, the hot breath against his skin.

Ianto strained against the grip trying to get to Jack's mouth, despite his brain telling him to run, but the Captain moved just out of reach revelling in the moan that the denial elicited, then moved forward so that his tongue grazed Ianto's parted lips as he stretched to taste him.

When they came up for air, Jack saw lust-darkened eyes searching his face.

"How far are you willing to let this go, Jack - or are you just teasing me?"

Ianto ran his hands under the t-shirt, pausing slightly at Jack's nipples. Jack sucked in a sharp breath, but still held Ianto back from him, waiting before answering; self-control at its best.

"How far will you let me take it?" was his only reply.

Ianto's eyes widened an instant before the Captain released him, rolling them over on the bed once more.
When Jack reached for the zipper of Ianto's trousers this time there was no resistance.

"I think the Welshman doth protest too much - you gotta admit I make you hot Ianto"

Looking up the line of the young man's body for a response Jack saw an almost imperceptible nod. They were still looking into each other's eyes when he ducked his head and slid his tongue along the hard length between them, slowly. Ianto let out several cries and moans as Jack's tongue, lips, and at times, teeth, caressed him. Something great inside him was building, and it was finally released through Jack's skilled mouth.

Before tonight, he had only ever day dreamed about doing anything like this with Jack, but now reality and fantasy had merged. It didn't matter if it all went back to normal between them tomorrow, because they had this liaison between them. This changed how they would work together in the future even if neither of them ever mentioned this time again.

Jack lifted his head and stared Ianto in the eye from inches away. His smile mirrored by the man below him, and both of their smiles were genuine.

"This changes things drastically, Jack" Ianto commented, as he smoothed his hand through his tousled hair.

"Yes, it does" the Captain replied simplistically.

"Where do we go from here?" Ianto ventured to ask, his brow furrowing slightly in concern for his future at Torchwood.

Jack tilted his head slightly, before rolling off the bed, to stand in front of his lover & envelope him in a hug. Ianto snuggled up against him, taking comfort in the strength of the warm arms wrapped around him.

"Wherever you like"

He gave Jack a slightly aggrieved look.

"A bit cryptic and compliant for you, isn't it Sir?"

The Captain grinned suddenly making Ianto's heart clench. The expression showed a piece of a happier, more carefree Jack than he'd seen of late.

"Cryptic? I'm often cryptic. And I can afford to be compliant with you"

He punctuated his words with a final kiss on Ianto's nose, making him giggle.

His lips moved down from Ianto's nose to his mouth, and they kissed in a leisurely fashion, as though they both knew that they had the rest of the night & many more besides to explore each other.

"Could you just do one thing for me Ianto?" Jack asked cheekily raising an eyebrow.

"For you? Anything..." Ianto replied.

"As long as it doesn't involve being trapped in the middle of nowhere with cannibals" he added quietly, his face serious.

"Nope, no cannibals - just me. Pop my shoulder back in would you? It hurts like hell!"

Ianto smirked - he knew he was going to enjoy this opportunity immensely...

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