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Title: Getting hands on
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Ianto, Jack
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 187 - Sponge at anythingdrabble
Summary: Jack thinks his wounded hero deserves some hands on treatment.

Gwen stripped off her jacket, gave it one last appraising look and then sighed, dropping it in the closest bin. It was well past salvaging after the day they'd had. 'I'm going to need another day off to go shopping,' she declared. 'I've destroyed that many clothes lately that Rhys has started doing laundry only every second week.'

Jack wiped a hand across his own face, coming back black and sooty. 'So, go home, enjoy a nice long soak in the bath and we'll see you Wednesday.'

'Think I'll do the same,' Ianto added, before lurching slightly to one side.

Jack caught him just before he could tumble to the floor. 'Oh, no. You're staying here so I can stitch up that head wound and check over that wrist injury.'

Ianto bristled unconvincingly. 'How come I don't get a nice hot bath?'

'I never said you couldn't, but I suspect you might need a hand.'

Jack filled the bathtub in his bunker with hot, steamy water before helping Ianto down the ladder, freshly sutured. Ianto paused a moment as Jack just stood there waiting for him to undress.

'Don't get all self-conscious on me now,' Jack chastised. 'I've seen it all before.'

Ianto looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but instead just peeled out of his equally destroyed clothes and let Jack ease him into the water. 'I suppose it is a bit stupid to worry about you seeing me naked. I think I can live with your ogling for the sake of a nice hot bath.'

'I've got my sponge ready to give you all the TLC you need,' Jack said, lofting it triumphantly before soaking it and working his way along Ianto's bruised body with soft, gentle strokes, wiping away the sweat and grime. He enjoyed pampering Ianto like this, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. 'How's that?' Jack asked. 'Not too sore, is it?' Ianto was terrible at letting Jack know when he was injured. It was only the obvious stuff he couldn't hide, or when Jack's motions with sponge and soap caused him to wince from the stinging.

'Is it wrong to say I could actually get used to you doing that?' Ianto's head fell backwards. 'Feel like I could sleep for days.' Then he pulled it back up. 'They say you shouldn't fall asleep when you're in the bath.'

Jack chuckled. 'And have you ever heard of anyone drowning in their sleep? It's one thing if you're drunk or overdosed, but just plain old tired?'

'True,' he replied, relaxing back again. 'Though I may be a little concussed. Can you drown asleep if you're concussed?'

Jack ran a hand through his hair. 'Don't worry. I'll be here to wake you in half an hour or so. And I'll keep the hot water running so you don't get cold. Soak as long as you like. I'll just be admiring the view.'

'I'll just be wrinkly like a prune.'

'There are worse things.'