A/N - Prompt from jantoseasonal over on LJ. I wrote it while sick, so if it doesn't make any sense, that's why. Or at least that's my excuse ;). I hope you enjoy it. Just a little drabble.

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Just a Sprain

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Ianto looked down at his foot, wincing as he wiggled his toes, his foot slowly turning a purple colour, a slow ache throbbing through his foot and leg, the pain killers not kicking in yet.

"I found some!" Jack said, coming back into his office and waving the ice pack he had found around. Ianto gave him a small smile, grimacing as Jack placed it onto his sore ankle.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital," Jack murmured. Ianto looked up at his Captain, giving a small smile, trying to remove the look of worry on Jack's face.

"It's just a sprain, Jack," he replied, leaning his head back on the arm of the chair.

"Maybe I should call Owen," Jack said, one of his hands running up and down Ianto's leg soothingly, the other holding the ice pack in place.

"You just need to relax," Ianto replied, shaking his head. The last thing he needed was Owen coming down and teasing him about what had happened.

He had been training in the Hub's gym, making sure that he was keeping in shape, when Jack had come in and distracted him, causing him to injure himself..

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"You've got a nice swing," Jack had purred, stalking into the gym, where Ianto had been working out on a punching bag.

"Thanks," he said, walking over to his bag and picking up his water bottle, taking a swig from it, not missing the way Jack's eyes followed the movement. He wiped away the sweat that had built up, rolling his eyes when Jack licked his lips.

"You're insatiable," he said, stretching his arms.

"I can't help it if the sight of you all … hot and sweaty, makes me think of other things that make you hot and sweaty," Jack replied, slowly stalking towards him. Ianto raised an eyebrow, taking a step back as Jack came closer.

"I'm busy, Jack," he said firmly, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach. "I need to work out."

"I can think of another way you could work out," Jack said, eyes raking up and down Ianto's body, before meeting his eyes again, full of heat and hunger.

"Jack," Ianto replied, voice breathier than he would've liked. "We'll play later."

"I want to play now," Jack growled, still slowly stalking towards Ianto. Ianto continued to walk backwards, putting his hands up, as if it could ward off the other man. Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and didn't notice the balls that Owen had left out.

He stepped back onto one, the ball flinging out and his ankle twisting under him as he fell. He groaned when he hit the mats.

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"Ianto?" Jack asked, hand still running up and down his leg.

"Mmm?" Ianto replied, feeling his eyes drooping, the ache from his ankle ebbing away as the pain killers seemed to finally have kicked in.

"We never did finish that discussion in the gym," Jack said, eyes full of his own personal brand of hunger.

"Because you made me fall," Ianto replied, smirking at Jack's raised eyebrow.

"You're right," Jack purred. "I should really make it up to you."

Ianto smiled as Jack ducked his head, lifting the ice pack off and laying kisses on Ianto's sore foot and ankle. He watched as Jack slowly made his way up his leg, the light pecking kisses followed by a swipe of Jack's very talented tongue.

"Jack," Ianto murmured, feeling the heat start to spread through his body.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Owen asked, striding into the office, medical bag in hand. "Really Harkness, if you just bloody well called me so I could see you two put on a show, I will kick your arse."

End.

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A/N - I kind of love Owen and his snarkiness.