Fic- Soothe the Pain

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Title: Soothe the Pain
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – swearing, mentions of sex
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ianto has backache.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: I wrote this suffering from back pain myself and wishing I had a Jack to soothe it. Comments, please.

 

            Ianto was exhausted and in pain. Pain had wrapped itself in a ball beneath the skin of his back, invading every movement and every twitch of his body. Ianto Jones had back pain.

He’d been working for what felt like days without a break and, finally, Jack had told them work was done for the day. It was eleven o’clock before Ianto finally got home, alone. He hadn’t even stopped to say goodnight to Jack, he’d been so eager to get home and to bed.

He thought about having a hot bath and even went to run one but just bending over to turn the taps on was too much. Ianto stripped off his clothes, leaving them where they fell on his bedroom floor. Even the thought of reaching down into his drawers for boxer shorts was too much and he simply slipped into bed naked.

Letting out a long sigh, he settled onto his stomach, ready for a nice long relaxing sleep.

It couldn’t have been more than half an hour later that he woke suddenly and, for a moment, wondered why he had woken. He leaned up just a little and felt Jack leaning over him.

“Hey,” Jack murmured, voice low and sultry. He leaned in to place kisses on the back of Ianto’s neck. “You ran off on me, didn’t even come to say goodnight,” Jack said, pouting against Ianto’s skin. Then he bit down gently. “Maybe you should get punished.” He slipped his hand beneath the covers and caressed Ianto’s buttocks. “Maybe I should spank you.”

Ianto opened his mouth and actually managed to push a sound past his lips. “Jack.”

“Was that a yes? Do you want me to spank you? Then fuck you? You’ll have to say it.” He leaned in, pressing his body close.

The pressure hurt but Ianto couldn’t summon up enough energy to jerk away. “Jack,” he managed.

Jack nuzzled into his neck. “Hmm?”

Ianto was almost crying with the pain. “You’re fucking killing me here.”

Jack pulled back and he sounded worried. “What’s the matter?”

“My back…” his voice broke. “it’s killing me.”

“Oh.” There was a long pause. “Does that mean there’s not going to be any sex?”

Ianto groaned into his pillow.

“You know, I think you’re just tense. If I give you a blow job, all that tension will just drain out of you. Then we can fuck.”

“Jack,” Ianto groaned.

“Is that a no?”

“Yes. It’s a no.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I’m sorry, Jack, but I really can’t do anything. Everything hurts too much.”

“Oh. Do you want me to call Owen? Get him to have a look.”

“No. I’ve got enough problems without him mauling me. I just need rest, Jack.”

“Oh.”

There was another long pause and Ianto almost managed to fall asleep again. Then Jack began stomping around the room, doing something. Ianto opened his eyes and he peered round to see what the Captain was doing. Jack was stripping.

Ianto groaned. Had Jack really not got it yet? Jack stripped off all his clothes, throwing them into the corner, then he landed on the bed beside Ianto.

“Jack, I really…”

“Hush, pretty one.”

“Pretty one?”

“Oh, just be quiet and stop arguing. I’m going to give you a massage.”

Ianto turned his head to look at Jack, who waved a bottle at him. “Jack, I am not going  to let you massage me with lube.”

“It’s not lube, Ianto. It’s massage oil. Lavender. Just lie still and behave while you get your massage.” He grinned. “Or you really will get a spanking, as soon as you’re better.”

Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack, but settled down to wait for his massage. Jack had never given him a massage before, but Ianto imagined it would be glorious. Jack had magic hands.

Ianto listened to the sounds of Jack pouring a little oil on his hands to warm it. Then Ianto held his breath, waiting for Jack to touch him.

The first touch hurt but Jack began to work the tight muscle. His hands were firm but gentle and, after a few seconds, the touch no longer hurt.

Jack worked his fingers over Ianto’s back, pressing his fingertips into the skin. Ianto knew he was going to have little bruises in the morning but it was starting to feel good.

Jack was working the muscle looser and his hands felt deliciously warm on Ianto’s skin. Jack settled beside him, half lying against him. One hand still worked on Ianto’s back, pressing deep into the tissue.

Jack’s warmth spread along Ianto’s side where he was settled against him. Jack was always warm.

Jack leaned in and placed soft kisses on his cheek. “Is this helping?”

Ianto couldn’t speak. He nodded.

Jack murmured soft, unrecognisable words against his cheek, intermingled with kisses.

Ianto, eyes closed, shifted fully into the embrace and Jack wrapped both his arms around him.

“What are those words, Jack? You’re always whispering those words.”

Jack hesitated. Ianto could feel his stomach, pressed against Ianto’s, suddenly tense. “They’re…it’s an other language. An ancient…well, not ancient yet. They’re a future language.”

“But what do they mean?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not important.”

Ianto opened his eyes and looked at him. “Jack…I really don’t understand you sometimes.”

Jack raised his hand and caressed Ianto’s cheek. “Yes you do. More than you know.”

Ianto didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t think it was true, not completely anyway. He understood what Jack needed and, most of the time he could provide it. He knew when Jack needed to dominate him, knew when Jack needed to be dominated and he knew when Jack needed soft, sweet caresses in the dark.

But he didn’t understand the reasons behind Jack’s needs.

Jack understood Ianto, more than anyone ever had. Sometimes Jack looked at him like he could see right inside him and that terrified and thrilled Ianto at the same time.

Ianto reached out to Jack and let his arms settle around Jack’s waist. The feeling of Jack’s soft skin against his was delicious and Ianto knew that nobody else living saw Jack like this; soft and gentle in the dark, eyes on him and no one else.

“Thank you,” Ianto murmured.

“Hmm? Oh, for the massage. You’re welcome. Feeling better?”

That hadn’t been exactly what Ianto had meant but he smiled anyway. “Yeah, I’m better. Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Do…do you think we’ve got long?”

Jack frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“Before…before we don’t have this anymore. Us, I mean.”

Jack hesitated and, for a moment, he looked sad. “Yan, you’re…I…you know the risks. You know how dangerous this life is.”

“I know. Jack, I know I can’t be forever for you. I wish I could be I know I can’t. But I know that no matter how long I’ve got left to live, you’re forever for me. I’m always going to want you.”

Jack smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. He whispered against Ianto’s lips, “And I’m always going to want you.”