“This better be good, Harkness!” Owen grumbled as Jack let him in. “I was busy when you called!”
“Sorry, it’s an emergency! I can’t leave Ianto like this! He can’t even straighten out!” Jack led the medic to Ianto’s bedroom, where the man in question was curled up on the bed, whimpering.
“What the fuck did you do to ‘im?”
“We were trying a new position,” Jack wailed, “I think I broke him!”
Ianto groaned, mortified.
A quick examination later:
“Just a groin strain; ice, rest and painkillers. And teaboy? Don’t ask ‘im to kiss it better!”
“Up yours, Harper!”