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donutsweeper) wrote2007-09-10 08:05 am
donutsweeper) wrote2007-09-10 08:05 am
Caring for the Captain
Title: Caring for the Captain
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Ianto, rated R
Word Count: 1271
Summary: After completing a treaty Jack needs Ianto to take care of him
Author's Notes: Written forfandom_me who wanted fluff, with thanks to unfeathered for the beta and encouragement.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Ianto, rated R
Word Count: 1271
Summary: After completing a treaty Jack needs Ianto to take care of him
Author's Notes: Written for
fandom_me who wanted fluff, with thanks to unfeathered for the beta and encouragement.I carefully helped Jack out of the meeting room. Still feeling the affects of the Korellian treaty rituals he was barely able to support himself, but I knew as long as the Ambassador could still see him, Jack had to make a good show of walking out of the room on his own. He put one foot in front of the other, trusting me to guide him, without saying a word. All his energy seemed to be spent staying upright.
We got into the lift and the doors swept shut. “It’s okay, Sir. I’ve got you.” I murmured, steadying him as it started to move.
Jack sighed, and closed his eyes as he sagged against my arm. The line of blue war paint on his face had smudged slightly, giving him a comical appearance.
“We’ll get all that paint washed off of you as soon as we get back to our room at the hotel.” I wasn’t sure he could even hear me. “UNIT had all our things delivered there while you were working on the treaty with the Ambassador. Considering... considering what you’d have to do to ensure the treaty was signed we thought it best if you stayed here tonight instead of trying to go home.” I grasped his arm tightly, taking some of his weight, as I led him into the waiting car.
“Ianto?” Jack slurred, his eyes opening a slit.
“I’m right here, Jack. Just relax, we’re almost there.”
Jack muttered something unintelligible as a reply.
It was a little worrying that Jack seemed barely aware of his surroundings. No one had been sure how the human body would react to the cocktail of native drugs present in the war paint, so Jack had volunteered to perform the rituals as the representative from Earth. Volunteered was perhaps the wrong word, rather insisted or demanded. But however it happened, the consequence was that Jack was utterly drained and possibly drugged and unable to walk a straight line, let alone care for himself tonight. The Brigadier had ordered me to keep an eye on the Captain, a job I rather relished, although I admitted nothing of the sort to the UNIT commander.
They pulled up to the back entrance of the hotel, the driver having been warned it would be better if no-one saw the Captain in his current state. I slid out of the car and touched Jack on the cheek, trying to get his attention. I stroked his hair gently, waiting patiently, until the blue eyes opened and then slowly focused on me.
“I’m going to help you get out of the car now, Jack.” I explained carefully. “Can you give me your arm?” It was disconcerting to watch as Jack’s forehead creased and tried to make sense of what had been asked of him. But after a moment’s pause Jack looked down at his right hand, pondering the red squiggles painted on it before offering it to me. “Good, that’s good. Now let’s get you up.” Holding Jack by the hand and slipping my other hand behind Jack’s elbow I pulled the Captain to his feet. He was upright, but swayed alarmingly.
“Ianto? Where...” His voice was weak, but he seemed slightly more aware of his surroundings.
“Here, lean on me, Sir.” I slung Jack’s arm over my shoulder and placed my arm around his waist for even more support. “We’re at the hotel. Let’s get you to the room so you can get cleaned up. And we’ll order some food; you haven’t eaten properly all day.”
“Not hungry. Coffee?” There was a child-like plea in his voice.
I laughed. Jack and his coffee addiction! “I’m sure we can find you some coffee as well.”
Once in the room I watched as Jack managed to slip out of his jacket and waistcoat and pull down the braces before fumbling helplessly with his shirt buttons. After a moment I stepped closer to help. I grasped his shaking hands tightly, “It’s all right Sir, I’ve got it.” I was slightly surprised when he let me assist him without as much as a comment.
And then Jack was shirtless.
Each and every time the sight of Jack’s bare chest never failed to leave me breathless. I reached out to stroke a swirl of smudged war paint, but Jack quickly batted my hand away. “No, something’s in the paint. I don’t ... don’t want you....” He staggered into the bathroom. “Gotta wash it off.”
“Here, let me help.” In Jack’s condition he might pass out and hurt himself. I grabbed up one of the washcloths and ran it under the tap for a moment. “Close your eyes.” Jack just stared at me in the mirror for a moment, patiently confused. “I want to get the paint off your face first and I don’t want it getting in your eyes.”
“Oh. Right.” He sighed, shutting his eyes and leaning back against the wall.
So, I began slowly washing Jack’s face, starting with the forehead after brushing his hair out of the way; then carefully the eyes, pausing to marvel at the long eyelashes, and onto his cheeks. God, those cheekbones. I rinsed out the cloth and continued, tracing Jack’s strong jaw. Before I even realized what I was doing, I reached forward and pulled him into a kiss.
I felt Jack’s laughter rather than heard it. “Ianto?” He chided, after I broke away. “The paint? First the paint, then...” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Right.” I said, trying to get myself under control. “Into the shower with you.” My attempts at a stern tone of voice were ruined by bursting out laughing when Jack started to step into the shower.
He looked at me quizzically. “What?”
“Since when do you shower with your trousers on?”
I’d meant it as a joke, but he looked terribly embarrassed, nearly hanging his head in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean... Here let me.” With a hand on the wall he steadied himself as I undid his trousers and helped him out of his remaining clothing.
The sight of my Captain naked is truly one to behold.
I took a deep breath, trying to control myself, as I stripped down as well.
“I can do this myself,” he commented, pouting slightly.
“And how do you plan on scrubbing the paint off your back?”
“Oh,” he grinned sheepishly. “Right.”
Once the water had warmed up he let me help him into the shower. I knew it was slightly wrong of me, but I was rather enjoying Jack in this passive state. He didn’t protest being lathered up, he just let me run the washcloth over his body. And after the soap and paint had been washed off he leaned up against me as I ran my hands over his stomach and pressed him tighter against me. His breath was warm and soft against my shoulder. I couldn’t help but grin when, even utterly exhausted, he began to grow hard in response to my ministrations.
“Not yet,” I whispered, “you need to rest first.”
He sighed in agreement, and snuggled deeper into my arms. We stayed in the shower together until the water began to run cold. Then I grabbed some towels and dried us both off. Jack made it back to the bedroom under his own power but sank onto the bed, still dressed only in the towel.
“Thanks for this Ianto,” he said as he gestured his hand around the room.
“You have to know I’d do anything for you by now.”
His eyes twinkled. “Anything?” Grinning wickedly he asked, “then where’s that coffee you promised me?”
We got into the lift and the doors swept shut. “It’s okay, Sir. I’ve got you.” I murmured, steadying him as it started to move.
Jack sighed, and closed his eyes as he sagged against my arm. The line of blue war paint on his face had smudged slightly, giving him a comical appearance.
“We’ll get all that paint washed off of you as soon as we get back to our room at the hotel.” I wasn’t sure he could even hear me. “UNIT had all our things delivered there while you were working on the treaty with the Ambassador. Considering... considering what you’d have to do to ensure the treaty was signed we thought it best if you stayed here tonight instead of trying to go home.” I grasped his arm tightly, taking some of his weight, as I led him into the waiting car.
“Ianto?” Jack slurred, his eyes opening a slit.
“I’m right here, Jack. Just relax, we’re almost there.”
Jack muttered something unintelligible as a reply.
It was a little worrying that Jack seemed barely aware of his surroundings. No one had been sure how the human body would react to the cocktail of native drugs present in the war paint, so Jack had volunteered to perform the rituals as the representative from Earth. Volunteered was perhaps the wrong word, rather insisted or demanded. But however it happened, the consequence was that Jack was utterly drained and possibly drugged and unable to walk a straight line, let alone care for himself tonight. The Brigadier had ordered me to keep an eye on the Captain, a job I rather relished, although I admitted nothing of the sort to the UNIT commander.
They pulled up to the back entrance of the hotel, the driver having been warned it would be better if no-one saw the Captain in his current state. I slid out of the car and touched Jack on the cheek, trying to get his attention. I stroked his hair gently, waiting patiently, until the blue eyes opened and then slowly focused on me.
“I’m going to help you get out of the car now, Jack.” I explained carefully. “Can you give me your arm?” It was disconcerting to watch as Jack’s forehead creased and tried to make sense of what had been asked of him. But after a moment’s pause Jack looked down at his right hand, pondering the red squiggles painted on it before offering it to me. “Good, that’s good. Now let’s get you up.” Holding Jack by the hand and slipping my other hand behind Jack’s elbow I pulled the Captain to his feet. He was upright, but swayed alarmingly.
“Ianto? Where...” His voice was weak, but he seemed slightly more aware of his surroundings.
“Here, lean on me, Sir.” I slung Jack’s arm over my shoulder and placed my arm around his waist for even more support. “We’re at the hotel. Let’s get you to the room so you can get cleaned up. And we’ll order some food; you haven’t eaten properly all day.”
“Not hungry. Coffee?” There was a child-like plea in his voice.
I laughed. Jack and his coffee addiction! “I’m sure we can find you some coffee as well.”
Once in the room I watched as Jack managed to slip out of his jacket and waistcoat and pull down the braces before fumbling helplessly with his shirt buttons. After a moment I stepped closer to help. I grasped his shaking hands tightly, “It’s all right Sir, I’ve got it.” I was slightly surprised when he let me assist him without as much as a comment.
And then Jack was shirtless.
Each and every time the sight of Jack’s bare chest never failed to leave me breathless. I reached out to stroke a swirl of smudged war paint, but Jack quickly batted my hand away. “No, something’s in the paint. I don’t ... don’t want you....” He staggered into the bathroom. “Gotta wash it off.”
“Here, let me help.” In Jack’s condition he might pass out and hurt himself. I grabbed up one of the washcloths and ran it under the tap for a moment. “Close your eyes.” Jack just stared at me in the mirror for a moment, patiently confused. “I want to get the paint off your face first and I don’t want it getting in your eyes.”
“Oh. Right.” He sighed, shutting his eyes and leaning back against the wall.
So, I began slowly washing Jack’s face, starting with the forehead after brushing his hair out of the way; then carefully the eyes, pausing to marvel at the long eyelashes, and onto his cheeks. God, those cheekbones. I rinsed out the cloth and continued, tracing Jack’s strong jaw. Before I even realized what I was doing, I reached forward and pulled him into a kiss.
I felt Jack’s laughter rather than heard it. “Ianto?” He chided, after I broke away. “The paint? First the paint, then...” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Right.” I said, trying to get myself under control. “Into the shower with you.” My attempts at a stern tone of voice were ruined by bursting out laughing when Jack started to step into the shower.
He looked at me quizzically. “What?”
“Since when do you shower with your trousers on?”
I’d meant it as a joke, but he looked terribly embarrassed, nearly hanging his head in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean... Here let me.” With a hand on the wall he steadied himself as I undid his trousers and helped him out of his remaining clothing.
The sight of my Captain naked is truly one to behold.
I took a deep breath, trying to control myself, as I stripped down as well.
“I can do this myself,” he commented, pouting slightly.
“And how do you plan on scrubbing the paint off your back?”
“Oh,” he grinned sheepishly. “Right.”
Once the water had warmed up he let me help him into the shower. I knew it was slightly wrong of me, but I was rather enjoying Jack in this passive state. He didn’t protest being lathered up, he just let me run the washcloth over his body. And after the soap and paint had been washed off he leaned up against me as I ran my hands over his stomach and pressed him tighter against me. His breath was warm and soft against my shoulder. I couldn’t help but grin when, even utterly exhausted, he began to grow hard in response to my ministrations.
“Not yet,” I whispered, “you need to rest first.”
He sighed in agreement, and snuggled deeper into my arms. We stayed in the shower together until the water began to run cold. Then I grabbed some towels and dried us both off. Jack made it back to the bedroom under his own power but sank onto the bed, still dressed only in the towel.
“Thanks for this Ianto,” he said as he gestured his hand around the room.
“You have to know I’d do anything for you by now.”
His eyes twinkled. “Anything?” Grinning wickedly he asked, “then where’s that coffee you promised me?”