Title: The Best Medicine
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ianto, Jack; Jack/Ianto
Summary: The one where Jack is sick and Ianto is doting.
Disclaimer: The boys ain't mine, but at least I do my best to treat 'em right.

Ianto found it stuck to the empty mug he'd come to collect. Had Jack not been sleeping, Ianto may have considered concurring with Jack's request; the flu couldn't be passed on through semen, could it? And even so, Jack had been the only one affected by the virus, despite twenty-four hours having passed.

He peeled off the Post-It and carefully tucked it into his wallet, before bending over to kiss Jack gently on the lips. They were slightly chapped, a condition Jack hardly ever suffered from, and Ianto wondered if he aught to consider adding that to the list of symptoms Owen was currently compiling in the autopsy bay.

He'd pulled away, and was about to pick up the mug when Jack's too warm hand curled around his wrist. Ianto looked up. There was a glimmer of blue under Jack's half closed lids, and there was a small smile playing about his lips.

"Hey," said Ianto gently, perching on the edge of the bed and running his hand through Jack's sweat dampened hair.

"Hey," said Jack back, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Do you want some more tea?"

Jack shook his head and simply lifted his arms. For a moment, Ianto wondered if he needed to go somewhere and wanted help to get up, but as he reached for Jack's hands, he found himself tugged onto the bed.

"Jack!"

"Shhh..." mumbled Jack, holding him tightly around the middle.

It was rather uncomfortable, lying half-on, half-off the bed, fully clothed, with a sweaty, sticky boyfriend beneath him.

"Can I take my clothes off first?"

Jack grinned. "'m still irresistible, huh?"

Ianto snorted softly. "In your dreams. I just want to get comfortable. And you'd better not give me your flu."

"Haven't gotten better yet," Jack mumbled. "Must be future flu. You're prob'ly immune."

Ianto toed off his shoes and placed them under the chair where he'd draped his tie, jacket and waistcoat. "I'd better be." He crawled under the blanket and pulled Jack back against his chest with his head tucked under Ianto's chin.

"Go back to sleep."

"You'll stay?" murmured Jack, his words petering off into sleep.

Ianto pressed his lips to his hair. "Always."

Fin