Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 450: Raw at tw100.
Summary: A grievous error in judgement has left Ianto in pain.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Ianto winced; even the slightest movement sent spikes of pain through his back, and his high-count cotton shirt felt more like sandpaper.
“What’s up with you?” Owen asked. “You’re movin’ like an old man.”
“Sore back,” Ianto replied shortly.
“Right, let me see. I’m a doctor, remember?”
Sighing, Ianto reluctantly removed jacket, shirt, and tie. Owen whistled; Ianto’s back was red and raw looking. “That’s gotta be sore. You been out in the sun without usin’ sunscreen?”
“No. It’s not sunburn.”
“So what did this?”
“Let’s just say having sex on a nylon carpet is a very bad idea.”