Challenge 890 - Heating up
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m_findlowTitle: Heating up
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 890 - Hot at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack's illness is severely impairing his decision making. A double drabble.
Ianto growled his frustration as he came into the room finding Jack standing there and not in bed where he should be. Worse, he was half undressed and still peeling clothes off.
'Jack, stop.'
Jack gave him a glazed, semi-confused look. 'Gotta get these off… So hot… Dying in here…'
Ianto grabbed at his hands before he could strip his underwear off. 'You're not dying. It's single digits in here. Might even be snowing outside by now.' He pressed a palm to Jack's forehead. It felt cool and dry. 'You're not even feverish,' he declared. 'It's all in your head.'
'Cold shower… Ice bath… Anything…' Jack carried on mumbling incoherently, feebly trying to claw at his undergarments.
'How about getting back into bed?' Ianto suggested, strong-arming him back towards it. 'As much as I enjoy admiring you strip naked, the others don't share my enthusiasm.' He tucked the sheet tight around Jack so that he couldn't escape easily to recommence stripping what little was left.
Jack's head lolled towards him. 'Boiling…'
'I know,' Ianto said, running a hand through his hair in a soothing motion, 'but Owen is formulating an antiviral as quickly as he can. That'll cool you down.'
Ianto growled his frustration as he came into the room finding Jack standing there and not in bed where he should be. Worse, he was half undressed and still peeling clothes off.
'Jack, stop.'
Jack gave him a glazed, semi-confused look. 'Gotta get these off… So hot… Dying in here…'
Ianto grabbed at his hands before he could strip his underwear off. 'You're not dying. It's single digits in here. Might even be snowing outside by now.' He pressed a palm to Jack's forehead. It felt cool and dry. 'You're not even feverish,' he declared. 'It's all in your head.'
'Cold shower… Ice bath… Anything…' Jack carried on mumbling incoherently, feebly trying to claw at his undergarments.
'How about getting back into bed?' Ianto suggested, strong-arming him back towards it. 'As much as I enjoy admiring you strip naked, the others don't share my enthusiasm.' He tucked the sheet tight around Jack so that he couldn't escape easily to recommence stripping what little was left.
Jack's head lolled towards him. 'Boiling…'
'I know,' Ianto said, running a hand through his hair in a soothing motion, 'but Owen is formulating an antiviral as quickly as he can. That'll cool you down.'
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Date: 2025-11-09 10:51 am (UTC)