The Aurora Line 12
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galadriel1010Title: The Aurora Line
Chapter Title: Take Me Home 5
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Sunburn
Rating: T
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary: The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto was stiff and sore when he woke the next morning. There was no sign of Jack in the small bedroom at the very back of the camper, and Ianto couldn't find the strength to drag himself through the bathroom into the living area to look for him, so he settled for reaching up to open the window and moaning piteously. Catching sight of his arm explained why he was so sore, and he swore.
"Ianto?" Jack poked his head around the bathroom door, already looking sympathetic. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," he muttered against the pillow, moving his head to find a cool patch. "Really sore."
"I'm sorry." Jack sat on the end of the bed and patted the duvet until Ianto hissed and drew his leg out of the way. "I had no idea the sun was so strong here."
"My fault, I should have known." He groaned when he tried to sit up. "Ow."
"I'll be right back." He hurried out of the room, and Ianto heard him banging about in the living area. When he returned he had a spray bottle in one hand and a jar in the other. "Soothing mist and healing cream," he explained, then read off the bottle, "Spray onto affected areas and leave to dry. Treat further by massaging affected areas gently with Solcare Healing Gel. Why is everything 'sol' when you don't even live around Sol anymore?"
"Tradition." Ianto let go of the blankets and watched Jack pull them off onto the floor and crawl up the bed towards him with the spray bottle out. "I'm such an idiot."
Jack hushed him and bent over him to kiss his sunburnt shoulder; even that tender gesture stung. "Hold still and close your eyes. We'll see if we can't make it a bit better."
The sprayed mist cooled him immediately, and a few moments later it started to spread a blanket blessed numbness across his skin. Jack kept spraying until Ianto was covered in the liquid, droplets pooling on his skin and the soft hair across his chest curling in the damp. He brought Ianto breakfast whilst they waited for it to dry - provided, once again, by the hotel - and then knelt over him to rub the contents of the jar into the redness. It should have hurt, but the spray mist had completely deadened the pain.
"You'll have to give me a few more lessons," Jack told him quietly when he'd finished. "If you'd done this for me I'd be a puddle of... a puddle of Jack by now."
"You're doing a good job. I'm pretty puddled." He sat up and stretched, grimacing at the sticky feel. "I need to drag myself through the shower first, though. Can I do that?"
Jack read the bottle and the jar again and shrugged. "It doesn't say you can't. I could throw you back in the sea."
"Maybe later." He bounced across the bed and grabbed Jack's hand. "Shower. Join me?"
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Take Me Home 5
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Sunburn
Rating: T
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary: The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto was stiff and sore when he woke the next morning. There was no sign of Jack in the small bedroom at the very back of the camper, and Ianto couldn't find the strength to drag himself through the bathroom into the living area to look for him, so he settled for reaching up to open the window and moaning piteously. Catching sight of his arm explained why he was so sore, and he swore.
"Ianto?" Jack poked his head around the bathroom door, already looking sympathetic. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," he muttered against the pillow, moving his head to find a cool patch. "Really sore."
"I'm sorry." Jack sat on the end of the bed and patted the duvet until Ianto hissed and drew his leg out of the way. "I had no idea the sun was so strong here."
"My fault, I should have known." He groaned when he tried to sit up. "Ow."
"I'll be right back." He hurried out of the room, and Ianto heard him banging about in the living area. When he returned he had a spray bottle in one hand and a jar in the other. "Soothing mist and healing cream," he explained, then read off the bottle, "Spray onto affected areas and leave to dry. Treat further by massaging affected areas gently with Solcare Healing Gel. Why is everything 'sol' when you don't even live around Sol anymore?"
"Tradition." Ianto let go of the blankets and watched Jack pull them off onto the floor and crawl up the bed towards him with the spray bottle out. "I'm such an idiot."
Jack hushed him and bent over him to kiss his sunburnt shoulder; even that tender gesture stung. "Hold still and close your eyes. We'll see if we can't make it a bit better."
The sprayed mist cooled him immediately, and a few moments later it started to spread a blanket blessed numbness across his skin. Jack kept spraying until Ianto was covered in the liquid, droplets pooling on his skin and the soft hair across his chest curling in the damp. He brought Ianto breakfast whilst they waited for it to dry - provided, once again, by the hotel - and then knelt over him to rub the contents of the jar into the redness. It should have hurt, but the spray mist had completely deadened the pain.
"You'll have to give me a few more lessons," Jack told him quietly when he'd finished. "If you'd done this for me I'd be a puddle of... a puddle of Jack by now."
"You're doing a good job. I'm pretty puddled." He sat up and stretched, grimacing at the sticky feel. "I need to drag myself through the shower first, though. Can I do that?"
Jack read the bottle and the jar again and shrugged. "It doesn't say you can't. I could throw you back in the sea."
"Maybe later." He bounced across the bed and grabbed Jack's hand. "Shower. Join me?"
Next chapter
