I accidentally deleted @ltleflrt‘s prompt for this, which was “JM and Ianto sharing a hospital room” SORRY! This one is totally SFW. She also sent me another one that I’ll get to:
“Oh, man, I am hating you right about now.”
“That’s a fine thing to say when you were the one to suggest it.”
“You’re a firefighter! You’re supposed to be prepared with safety measures in every situation!”
“There aren’t any safety measures for fucking in the engine! In fact, if I had to guess, it’s probably sort of illegal.”
JM scooted up on the scratchy hospital pillow and gingerly shifted around until he was moderately comfortable. He examined the unimpressive lunch on the tray in front of him. “And it’s green jell-o day. Things go from bad to worse.” He lobbed the plastic container over onto Ianto’s bed. “Can’t stand that stuff. It’s like snot.”
Ianto rolled onto his side, careful not to tug on the wires and monitors to glare at his companion. “Just lay there and let the pain medication kick in before you hurt yourself worse bitching.”
“It has kicked in, and you’re still an asshole. I have a broken tailbone! I literally busted my ass.”
Ianto snorted. “The only real thing hurt is your pride.”
“Says the whiny baby complaining about a hairline fracture to his wrist,” Matt muttered.
Ianto sat up and grabbed the jell-o, peeling back the foil wrapper and taking a large bite. “Hey, I can complain a little. This stupid injury will take me off of the main rotation for at least three weeks. I’ll be holed up in my office doing paperwork the whole time. You know how paperwork makes me feel.”
Suddenly, Matt chuckled. Cleared his throat. Laughed some more until this back protested and he groaned. “You’re gonna have to tell them something. Don’t you have to write up accident reports even if you weren’t injured on the clock?”
“Yes,” Ianto grimaced. “And I have to report the injury to both the Captain and Kaidan as the other shift lieutenant.”
Matt leveled the firefighter with a hard stare. “I will deny everything if you tell him a single thing.”
“Who said I would? I’d look just as bad as you telling him the truth.”
Leaning sideways with a half-doped serious expression, Matt stage-whispered, “you didn’t call him, did you?”
“Hell, no!” He pointed between the both of them. “The truth of the story? We take it to our graves.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” JM answered breezily.
“Don’t say shit like that. You’ll jinx us again.”
“I wasn’t the one who forgot to lock the damn engine door.”
“You were the one who kicked the handle and made us both fall out.”
Matt leaned back against the pillows again, staring at the ceiling tiles. “I’d always wanted to try having sex in an engine,” he said wistfully. “And when you told me you’d never tried it…”
Grinning, Ianto said, “it was fun until the end though, right?”
Matt shook his head with a wry laugh. “So fun. But let’s never try it again.”
Send me one of these “locked in a room” prompts, if you like! 😀
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