Fanfiction: Me and Mr. Jones (Chapter 4)
A/N:Wow you guys are great ^_^ thank you for the slew of positive comments that really made my day. Glad that everybody seems to be liking how its going so far and the questions as well.
With that here is Chapter 4 :) please enjoy and comment. Have a good week everyone!
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~Chapter 4~
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We meet every day, at the same café,
Six-thirty, and no one knows he’ll be there,
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans,
While the jukebox plays our favourite songs. (1)
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Two Weeks Later
Ianto was attempting to climb Mount Everest.
Alright, maybe that was exaggeration, but it was how he felt as he contemplated the ten-inch thick stack of papers in front of him.
As it was approaching the end of the semester, it was his job to process the special requests of the university’s many students. This included access to the archive section, permission to take out multiple copies of the same book and so on.
The process could actually be done throughout the year but it was only when deadlines loomed that each student realised they needed a specific book that wasn’t available in the public section of the library. Hence most procrastinated until the very last minute, resulting in Ianto nursing a very bad headache.
“Why is time organisation such a foreign concept to these people?” Ianto groused as he reached for the first folder. Usually Ianto sped through these cases as fast as he could, but for some reason today he found it hard to get started.
Maybe it was because it was six and dark, a stark reminder that he had been cooped up in his single window cubbyhole of an office the whole day. Or maybe because it was Friday and he knew that he was going to be pulling an all-nighter.
Regardless, the lion’s share had to be done tonight as it was one of those rare nights where he had nothing to do. Jack was flying and Lisa was doing her own late night shift at the hospital.
The matter-of-fact way the thought came to him should have bothered him, but it amazed Ianto how easy it was for him to compartmentalise his life.
Because of the plane crash, Jack’s airline grounded all its planes for a week to undergo a battery of inspections. During that time, he and Ianto would meet up in the evenings, usually for a quick bite before making their way back to Jack’s pilot quarters located near Heathrow.
And when both were sore and satisfied a few hours later, Ianto made the transition back to his normal life with not a hickey in sight. He cooked Lisa dinner, asked her how her day was, not out of politeness but because he still cared about his wife. Even if Lisa noticed that Ianto coming home later than usual, she never mentioned it.
Sighing to himself, Ianto opened up the folder and quickly scanned the request slip before clicking on the update icon on his desktop. As he reached for his iPod, at the same time Ianto absently checked for new messages on his phone as well as on his new toy, a Blackberry Pearl.
The Blackberry had been a gift from Jack, although Ianto had been extremely reluctant to accept it. But given the knot of worry he felt in his stomach every time Jack flew, Ianto was grateful for the almost instantaneous method of contact.
Not to say Ianto didn’t feel guilty for his relationship with Jack. He knew the other man felt it too, especially when their partners did something nice for them. But it was as if he and Jack were encased in a perfect glass bubble when they were together, where nothing could touch or affect them.
It also probably helped that neither treated the other like a convenient shag. In fact, if Ianto had a word for it, he felt as if Jack was romancing him.
First had been the Blackberry, then there had been the consistent picking up of the tab, which outwardly left Ianto annoyed but inwardly flattered.
It also made it easier for Ianto to tap into his own romantic side, which usually consisted of leaving Jack a perfect cup of coffee before he slipped back home.
Ianto wasn’t disappointed though when he saw that he had no new messages. Jack had told him that the airline had doubled up on all shifts, eager to gain back the business they lost as a result of the accident.
But he still coloured a touch scarlet when he remembered the last message he had received from Jack while he was in Australia.
“It’s spring/summer here, what a contrast to dreary London. Saw a punnet of blood red cherries at the market and bought them thinking of you”.
Ianto had to shake his head at how flirtatious Jack sounded, even through text. But that wasn’t what made him blush. The message was undoubtly the result of a conversation they had the last time they were together.
Jack had been giving him a rather languorous rim job at the time, which had Ianto’s hips trembling as he desperately humped the mattress. The captain had discovered early on how sensitive the crack of Ianto’s ass was and that he got off on anal licking as potently as any blowjob.
However, in the short time they had been together, Ianto was still the one on top. So in between pants, he had timidly asked if Jack wanted a change.
The American had simply chuckled and said, “Oh don’t worry, I will fuck you soon enough. This cherry is mine.”
He had then possessively pushed his index finger into Ianto’s asshole up to the second knuckle, just stopping short of his prostate.
“Bastard.” Ianto had rolled his eyes then at Jack’s filthy mouth, but was unable to fully suppress the dark shiver of pleasure that coursed through him at the prospect of being taken by the captain.
“Bastard,” Ianto echoed his earlier curse under his breath as he readjusted his trousers. He had no intention of letting thoughts of Jack ruin yet another of his favourite blue pinstripe suits.
Switching on his music, Ianto immersed himself in his work as he swiftly made changes to master records while rejecting incomplete slips. His powers of concentration were such that when his boss June stopped by his office to ask for a file, he was surprised to find that two hours had passed and that his work pile had significantly diminished.
After stretching the kinks out of his neck, Ianto was about to go back to work when his Blackberry pinged, indicating that he had a new chat message.
“What are you wearing?” It was Jack of course.
“Pervert,” Ianto thought fondly as he responded with, “Nothing, I am just sitting here completely naked. I am very cold though.”
Ianto smiled at the speed at which Jack answered, but he sat up when he read the captain’s message.
“Cool, come by the window so I can see.”
In two quick steps Ianto was by his window and sure enough there was Jack standing at the steps of the university, the tails of his coat caught up in gusts of wind.
“Liar,” came Jack’s next message and Ianto had to laugh.
“Give me a minute, I will let you in,” he typed back with a smile on his face.
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“What are you doing here?” Ianto asked after he had given Jack a brief hug and kiss, surreptitiously running his hand over the silky back of the captain’s dark blue waistcoat. “Thought you were flying for three days straight.”
“I am but my flight today got in a little early. And since I am co-piloting my next flight and only have to be at Heathrow by four am, I figured I would come see you,” Jack said simply.
Came to see him….him….not Gwen. Ianto could not stop the sliver of petulant satisfaction he felt that he had gotten one over.
“You could have called though. I actually have a lot of work to get done tonight,” Ianto reproached Jack lightly. Yes he was happy to see him, but it was in Ianto’s bones to like structure. Not that it was always possible now with Hurricane Jack upending his life.
Despite feeling a tad crestfallen that Ianto wasn’t extremely enthusiastic over his surprise visit, Jack wasn’t that worried. He was starting to learn how Ianto’s buttons worked and when exactly to push them.
And of course, when to unbutton them.
“Let me keep you company then. You’ve always liked my company,” Jack offered, pulling up a chair. Ianto eyed him warily.
“Well, as long as you don’t try and cop a feel or do anything funny,” Ianto warned. Jack tried to look hurt.
“Would I do that?”
“Yes, you would,” Ianto said bluntly. But he tempered his jibe with a brush of his lips to Jack’s forehead, “It’s great to see you here though Jack.”
A knock at the door quickly broke the two men apart. Ianto hastily pushed his chair away from Jack as June walked in.
“Ianto, could you…..oh hello?” June stopped short as she took in the handsome man sitting next to Ianto. “You are?”
“This is my friend Jack. Jack, meet my boss June,” Ianto made the introductions aware that June’s expression was taking on a distinct deer-in-the-headlights look. “He is from out of town and decided to drop by and visit.”
“Now Ianto, you know we aren’t supposed to have strangers in the office after hours,” June purred. But the way she tweaked a blond curl and tugged at the edges of her flower print blouse told Ianto she was hardly upset.
“Please don’t blame him, I made him do it. It really is my fault,” Jack apologised, gently kissing the back of her hand.
Ianto had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Jack could really lay it on thick sometimes. But it was clearly working judging by the way his boss was staring at the captain. She would have probably hopped on one leg and clucked like a chicken if asked in Jack’s sexy drawl.
“You want me to lock up June?” Ianto asked, trying not to laugh at the mental imagery.
“Um, yes. I am leaving soon. Nice to have met you Jack,” she dared a wink as she turned on her heel. “Now you two don’t get up to anything naughty later.”
“Oh if you only knew,” Jack gave June his award winning smile before firmly shutting the door behind her.
“She’s not bad, exactly like you described her,” Jack said as he perched on the edge of Ianto’s desk.
“Well you can continue flirting with her if you like, her office is down the hall. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do,” Ianto dismissed Jack with a wave of his hand as he turned back to his computer.
“Hey Ianto…”
Ianto looked up as Jack leaned forward to murmur huskily in his ear.
“Did I ever tell you offices turn me on?”
“What doesn’t turn you on Jack?” Ianto replied brusquely. “It was stopwatches and rooftops the last time.”
Jack shrugged. “World hunger, beached whales, those really cheap extreme sport home video shows. And hey, you liked it when I used the stopwatch.”
“But now,” Jack began as he turned Ianto’s chair so he was facing him, “I am more interested in the big space under your desk.”
In the split second it took Ianto to comprehend Jack’s words, the captain dropped to his knees and unbuckled the other man’s belt. In two shakes he had Ianto’s zipper down and wasted no time mouthing the younger man’s cock through his black briefs.
“Jack! Stop….not here….” But Ianto’s sentence dissolved into a moan as Jack pulled down the waistband to reveal the root of his rapidly hardening prick.
“You were saying?” Jack said playfully, his voice muffled as he dragged down Ianto’s underwear using his teeth, fully exposing his cock.
Taking Ianto’s silence as a good sign, Jack quickly took the younger man’s shaft into his mouth before he had the presence of mind to object.
“Jack,” Ianto groaned as he grabbed handfuls of the captain’s hair. Jack absolutely adored the power trip he got from undoing Ianto’s ramrod exterior. And he damn near creamed in his boxers when he heard his name said in a voice that was all soul and whisky, edged by that soft Welsh brogue.
But before Ianto could really get into it, Jack pulled back and released the other man’s cock from his mouth with a soft plop.
“Do you still want me to stop?” Jack asked as he licked his lips, breaking the connecting strands of saliva and pre-cum. Ianto almost growled at the loss of contact.
“A good man finishes what he started,” Ianto said roughly. Jack smirked.
“Glad to see you think I am a good man,” Jack replied as he planted a series of kisses along Ianto’s length, scooting backwards slightly into a more comfortable position.
Ianto leaned back to allow Jack better access, watching the captain through half-lidded eyes as his cheeks hollowed while fellating him.
Part of Ianto wanted Jack to finish him off quickly, aware as he was of their surroundings. The other part wanted it to last as long as possible, the chance of getting caught adding an edge to Jack’s blowjob as his tongue teased all his sweet spots.
“I’m getting close Jack,” Ianto moaned softly as he felt his balls start to tighten.
But both men started when there was a knock at the door followed by a quiet, “Ianto?”
“Fuck,” Ianto mouthed as his eyes met Jack’s. Grabbing the closest file, Ianto opened it above his lap in order to conceal the captain as much as he could. Jack helped by trying to squeeze into the space under the desk, but it was simply not built to hide a six-foot frame.
“Yes June?” Ianto answered, hoping he sounded calm. June popped her head around the door, but her smile immediately fell when she saw Jack was not there.
“Where is your friend?” she asked, opening the door wide and leaning against the doorjamb.
“Jack had to go, flight to catch and all that. Besides, I really do have a lot to get done tonight,” Ianto said casually, glad that Jack had at least stilled his movements. But for some reason, he still kept Ianto’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh I see,” June answered, her hand tightening on the strap of her handbag.
However, she just didn’t make any move to leave, instead she just stood there shifting her weight back and forth between the balls of her feet.
Through gritted his teeth Ianto uttered a terse, “Is there anything else you want June?”
“Well, your friend Jack…is he single perchance?” June asked, the words coming out in a rush as fidgeted with her handbag. Ianto’s jaw almost dropped but he swore he could feel Jack’s arrogant smile around his cock.
“I mean, I am not usually this forward,” June tripped over herself to explain her actions, which Ianto made feel a little sorry for her.
“Don’t worry, Jack has that effect on most people. Not me though, I never saw what was so attractive about him,” Ianto said in a tone that was way too blasé for Jack’s liking. Especially since at the moment, Ianto was using the toe of his shoe to graze the side of his thigh.
“Well you wouldn’t understand I suppose. You’re married and straight. But trust me, he is a knockout,” June sighed, and then straightened as she remembered that she was in fact Ianto’s boss and not a giggly school girl.
“Regardless, he is currently preoccupied with someone else. Sorry June,” Ianto tried to sound as apologetic as he could even as Jack started flicking his tongue in a way that had his hips twitching of their own volition.
A warning nudge to Jack’s ankle also went unheeded as the captain slowly started to move his head back and forth.
“Fuck you Jack,” Ianto thought as he dug his nails into the edge of his desk so hard that he chipped the shellac.
“They always are,” June said in a resigned tone. “I will see you tomorrow then, but you are looking a little flushed. You feeling well?” she asked as she saw the fine beads of sweat on Ianto’s forehead.
“I am fine. Office heating you know,” Ianto was finding it increasingly hard to string a sentence together because Jack suddenly decided to deepthroat him. When Jack swallowed, his throat muscles massaging Ianto’s cock, the younger man bit his thumb so hard it bruised.
“You should get some rest, we don’t want you taking sick leave so close to the end of term,” June said briskly as she finally turned to leave.
Oh God, Jack had moved to his balls now, slowly sucking them in his mouth while rubbing his knuckles over the silky skin of his scrotum. It was all Ianto could do nod a goodbye to his boss.
It was only when June was out of sight that Ianto threw the file aside and pushed away from his desk.
“Get off,” he growled in a voice that told Jack not to press his luck. Backing away with his hands lifted in surrender, Jack got to his feet with a satisfied grin on his face.
Ianto quickly locked the door before leaning against it, his cock still fully erect and dripping on his trousers. He looked down in dismay.
“So much for not letting Jack stain another pair of trousers,” Ianto grimaced at the thought.
“I am liking your boss even more now,” Jack smirked as he approached the younger man.
“And you are a right bastard,” Ianto snapped, pulling Jack closer for a rough kiss. “Suck me,” he ordered, pushing Jack to the floor. The captain was more than happy to continue his assault on the other man’s dick, but Ianto was so hard Jack knew he wasn’t going to last.
A couple more sucks and the gentlest tug of his balls was all Ianto needed to climax. He let out a straggled groan as Jack tried to take in all of his spunk. Even when Ianto was finished, Jack still held on to his hips so as not to let him fall.
“You okay?” Jack asked as he stood up, nonchalantly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ianto nodded as he felt his strength returning to him.
“That was fun,” Jack said in such a cheeky way that Ianto suddenly felt like throwing him over his lap and spanking him.
“Another time maybe,” Ianto thought wryly. Out loud he said, “Step back will you.”
Ianto pushed them both away from the door and knelt down at the American’s feet. Jack raised an eyebrow when Ianto deftly started undoing his belt.
“I thought you had work to do?” Jack said softly. Ianto smiled against Jack’s now bare stomach as he pulled down his briefs.
“I have a horny captain to take care off,” Ianto left a trail of wet kisses from Jack’s navel to the tip of his cock, relishing the sharp musky taste that filled his mouth. Although he had tried to act cool about it, their little game under the table had the American raring to go.
Ianto was not as skilled at blowjobs as Jack, but what he lacked in finesse he made up for in sheer enthusiasm.
“Oh yeah Ianto.” Jack clung on to Ianto’s shoulders as the younger man cupped his buttocks and opened up his throat. Jack was so caught up in chasing his orgasm that he didn’t realise he was practically fucking Ianto’s mouth.
Not that Ianto minded quite frankly. He maliciously sped up the process with quicksilver flicks of his tongue while kneading Jack’s testicles. When the captain finally came, he was lodged so deep in the back of Ianto’s throat that he couldn’t help but swallow.
As Jack took deep breaths to recover, Ianto neatly tucked him back into his trousers and spat any remaining cum into a tissue. For a minute, neither of them said anything as they brushed down their clothing and made themselves presentable.
Finally Jack couldn’t take it anymore and drew Ianto nearer so he could kiss him. An extremely gentle kiss that belied the heady passion that came before it. When the younger man returned the intimate gesture, Jack could taste himself in the deepest recesses of Ianto’s mouth.
“You aren’t mad at me are you?” Jack asked, kissing Ianto on the forehead.
“Would it do me any good if I were?” Ianto responded by running his knuckle over Jack’s bottom lip. “No I am not mad Jack, but I do have to get back to work.”
“Let me help you at least. I am the reason you are behind after all.” Ianto felt a tug at his heartstrings at the offer, but frowned when he saw Jack give a jaw-cracking yawn. Usually it took more than this to tire the American out.
“Have you been sleeping? I know you don’t sleep that much, but are you getting any, at all?”
Jack sheepishly shook his head and Ianto sighed.
“Tell you what, why don’t you nap for an hour while I finish this up. Then we can go for a drink or something?” Ianto sat Jack down on the small sofa that took up a corner of his office.
Jack thought about protesting, but gave up when he yawned again. Lying down, all he remembered before closing his eyes was Ianto covering him with his coat. The next thing he knew, he was gently being shaken awake.
“Jack, I’m done,” Ianto said quietly. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jack stretched and got to his feet, feeling decidedly refreshed.
“What time is it?”
“Twelve-thirty, you ready for that drink now?” Ianto asked, shaking out Jack’s greatcoat and slipping it over his shoulders. Jack nodded.
“Funnily enough, I didn’t picture your office like this. How do you stand sitting here day in day out?’
Ianto smiled as he switched off his computer and straightened his desk.
“I’m not usually here. I just come back to do admin work, otherwise I’m always at the library,” Ianto shrugged on his mac. “Actually if you have time, let me show you my real office.”
“Lead the way then,” Jack said offering Ianto his arm in a chivalrous gesture as he opened the door with a flourish.
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“Wow,” Jack said in awe as he looked around at the university library. “This is what you are in charge off?”
Ianto just silently nodded as he flipped on the switch, flooding the library’s corners with light. He wasn’t surprised at Jack’s reaction, he himself still felt a sense of wonder when he stepped through the doors.
Everything about the building's architecture was a play between light and space. Four storeys high, the library’s floors cut away in the middle of the building to form balconies overlooking the main area. As a result, there was an uninterrupted view from the ground floor of the centre square to the roof’s glass skylights.
The floor was predominantly white marble, accented with black marble diamonds and rectangles, while the balcony railings looked like ribbons of white wrought iron interspersed between the roman columns.
“This seems too pretty to waste on students Ianto,” Jack said.
“We rent it as an event space as well. So we have parties here, but mostly people use it for their wedding receptions. Once the holidays hit, it is pretty packed.”
“Weddings huh? I wonder if…” Jack stopped short as he caught himself. But he wasn’t fast enough he realised when he saw a flicker of hurt in Ianto’s eyes.
“Wonder if what Jack?” Ianto asked, knowing and hating the answer, yet unable to stop himself.
“Nothing Ianto,” Jack said in a voice that left no room for argument. “Nothing,” he said more gently as he reached for Ianto’s hand only to have him turn away.
“Let me take you through the stacks,” Ianto said calmly, but Jack caught the implied message. Ianto was telling him to drop it.
“Stacks?” Jack asked, falling instep with Ianto.
“People normally call them bookcases. I will show you my favourite sections,” Ianto said, fiddling with the switches so only the top two floors were partially illuminated by soft down lighting.
“So that security doesn’t wonder why the library is all lit up at night and comes to investigate,” Ianto explained when he saw Jack’s confused expression.
After taking the lift up, Ianto easily navigated his way through the labyrinth of shelves to show Jack the science fiction and anthropology section. He pointed out to him his favourite authors and journals, allowing Jack a glimpse of his more intellectual side.
Eventually they ended up on the top floor, in front of the rare books section that was cordoned off from the rest of the library. Ianto produced a key and let them both in, Jack trying not to sneeze as dust tickled his nose.
“Here is where we keep our first editions, signed copies and one-of-a-kind journals. But I bet you don’t know what else we keep in here,” Ianto gave a sly smile.
“What? Ancient erotica?” Jack laughed.
“Exactly,” Ianto enjoyed the shocked look on Jack’s face as he pointed to the middle of the bookcase. “Maybe not ancient, rather we have a series of Parisian sex manuals. A few years ago, the university librarian was a damn horny bastard who blew the entire library budget on these things.”
Jack laughed as he picked a book at random and turned it over in his hands.
“He got sacked I presumed?” Jack said as he carefully thumbed through the pages. His French was rusty but the explicit drawings didn’t need description.
“The university has been trying to sell them for ages, but so far no buyers,” Ianto smirked. “You would be amazed though how many people go in looking for specific journals and come out with hard-ons.”
“I can imagine,” Jack stopped at one page and showed it to Ianto. “We should try this,” he said offhandedly as he tapped a drawing with his fingernail.
Ianto took one look and felt his blood heat. The picture was of a couple in mid-coitus, with the woman pinned against the wall with her legs around her partner’s waist as he fucked her.
“When?” Ianto asked, his words stuttering a little as he closed the book and returned it to the shelf.
“What about right now?” The captain’s voice took on a sexy rasp, as he crowded Ianto so that he was pressed against the shelf. Ianto bit his lip to stop a moan as Jack ran a possessive hand down his chest to cup his groin.
Ianto knew he shouldn’t be allowing this, but that almost mention of Gwen earlier made a part of him frantic for a physical reminder that Jack ultimately chose to spend time with him.
“Are there any cameras around here?” Jack asked, nibbling Ianto’s earlobe. Jack swore under his breath when Ianto nodded. “Is there a blind spot anywhere?”
Ianto let out a slow shuddery breath when he grabbed Jack’s wrist to press his palm against his cock. The younger man ran his tongue over his bottom lip when he heard the captain’s breathing become uneven.
“Follow me,” Ianto said hoarsely, leading Jack to a small room beyond the shelves. It was where books were taken to be repaired, and Ianto knew that its security cameras were out for regular maintenance.
Along the way they lost the captain’s coat and Ianto’s suit jacket, leaving both in crumpled heaps on the floor as Jack pinned the younger man to the closest bookcase.
“Jack…please.” Ianto didn’t know what he was begging for. For Jack to strip him…to touch him…to fuck him.
“Oh God Ianto, I want to take you. In this way, so I can be deep inside you,” Jack said as he ran his tongue along the underside of Ianto’s jaw.
“Then take me,” Ianto said breathlessly, tipping Jack’s face upwards so he could kiss him. So he could lose himself in those lust-filled china blue eyes.
“You sure?” Jack asked as he parted Ianto’s legs with his knee so that he could rub their erections together. Ianto simply gasped and nodded his head.
“I will take it slow then,” Jack whispered as he undid the knot of Ianto’s tie with patient fingers. Ianto closed his eyes as the captain slowed down the pace a few notches as he threw the tie to one side and started nuzzling the base of his neck.
When Jack reached up to kiss him again, Ianto bit the tip of his tongue when it ventured too deep as he undid the captain’s waistcoat, followed by his shirt leaving him topless. Jack did him one better, expertly undoing Ianto’s black shirt with one hand while the other undid his trousers so it pooled on the floor.
The captain sighed against Ianto’s skin as he breathed in the smell of musk and black tea in the hollow of his breastbone. Jack gingerly rolled a dark nipple around his teeth as Ianto slid a hand under the captain’s waistband to grab his cock.
Eventually Jack ended up kneeling in front of Ianto, running his hands up and down the younger man’s thighs as he drank in the sight of his pale body framed by the black shirt. The red ink of his tattoo stark against his milky white skin.
Unable to control himself, Jack bit into the soft skin of Ianto’s inner thigh, which earned him a sharp tug on his hair.
“No marks,” Ianto warned, even as his blue eyes turned opaque with lust. It was one of their mutually agreed rules, no visible love bites. But Jack threw caution to the wind and sank his teeth into the flesh at the juncture of Ianto’s thighs, as he twisted his wrist around the other man’s cock to distract him.
Jack leaned back on his heels to admire his handiwork, a smug smile on his face as he saw the skin nearest to Ianto’s dick start to bruise purple.
“Enough with the foreplay Jack,” Ianto said through gritted teeth. Jack nodded and kissed the tip of Ianto’s cock before asking him to turn around. He then wasted no time parting Ianto’s ass to stick his tongue into that tight opening.
Jack traced circles around the puckered skin, as he reached into the pocket of his trousers for a condom and a tube of KY.
“Hold on to this will you.” Jack slid the condom in between Ianto’s fingers as he flipped open the top of the lubricant. Ianto had to laugh.
“You couldn’t give me a call to say you were coming, but you managed to stop by a pharmacy first?” Ianto cocked a wry eyebrow at Jack who just winked unapologetically in return.
Ianto hissed as he felt one of Jack’s fingers penetrate him, his body automatically tightening around the digit.
“Shh, relax,” Jack murmured soft words of encouragement as he added another finger to the mix. When Ianto started to arch into his touch, Jack pushed his two fingers in as deep as it would go until it hit the webbing between his fingers.
“Good?” Jack asked as he carefully bent his fingers inside Ianto so that he could find his prostate. Scissoring his fingers so he could relax the ring of muscle.
“Good, but not enough,” Ianto handed the condom back to the captain as he leaned back and tried to fuck himself on Jack’s fingers.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jack said quietly as he undid his belt and pushed his underwear down just enough to free his cock. He staved off touching himself as he ripped open the foil packet and unrolled the condom over his length.
“You are not going to hurt me, just…fuck me please,” Ianto said, his voice fraying slightly at the edges.
Jack took a deep breath and used his thumb to stretch Ianto’s opening before pushing the tip of his penis inside. Pouring more lube over his cock, Jack wrapped an arm around Ianto’s waist to brace him before penetrating any deeper.
“Oh Jack, yes…” Ianto moaned. Jack was so big that he stretched him to the point that it was almost painful. But when Jack gave a small thrust and brushed that sensitive spot Ianto cursed.
“Ah! Fuck...”
Jack cocked his head to one side as that wicked grin spread across his face.
“Since you asked,” Jack pushed in harder this time, forcing Ianto to lock his elbows so he didn’t hit the bookcase. The captain continued to pick up speed, the zipper of his pants leaving scratches against his partner’s skin while his hips buffeted against Ianto’s ass.
“That’s it Jack, bugger me harder.” The words fell demanding and unbidden from Ianto’s lips as a coil of pleasure tightened in the lower part of his stomach.
Jack almost lost it when Ianto started to beg, but he didn’t want him to finish this way.
“Turn around,” he ordered, abruptly pulling out leaving Ianto feeling bereft.
“Jack?”
“Get on the shelf as much as you can.” Jack lifted Ianto by the waist so that he could rest on the narrow edge. Ianto nodded in understanding, grabbing the wood for purchase as he wrapped his legs around Jack’s hips.
The younger man was so slick and open that it only took one stroke for Jack to impale him on his cock. Jack grabbed the shelves and started to fuck Ianto in earnest, slamming him so hard that the bookcase creaked and shuddered.
“Yeah, you feel amazing baby. Tight and hot like I imagined,” Jack said, his voice smoky as he flicked his tongue against Ianto’s, which felt cool after all his open mouth pants.
Ianto simply clung on to the captain’s shoulders as he drove him again and again into the bookcase, undoubtly bruising him but the other man was past caring.
“Jack! I’m…” Ianto choked as he arched his back and striped both their abdomens with his semen. The tightening of Ianto’s body around him was enough to trigger Jack’s orgasm as he bit into the younger man’s cloth covered shoulder and let go, buried as deep inside him as he could.
As they both came down from their high, Jack suddenly became mindful of the awkward position Ianto was in.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he helped Ianto down.
“Ow,” Ianto said, but his tone was teasing as he kissed Jack on the bridge of his nose.
Yes he did hurt. Ianto was sore and bruised, the throbbing in his shoulder just masking the ache he felt lower down. But the satisfaction and contentment he was currently feeling outweighed any physical pain.
When Jack pulled out and discarded the condom by wrapping it in tissue from the flat pack Ianto offered him, he was glad to see there was no blood. However, he felt a twinge of worry when he saw Ianto frowning.
“I did hurt you didn’t I Ianto?” Jack said contrite as he embraced the younger man.
“No it’s not that, I just realised I have to clean this up on Monday morning,” Ianto sighed, annoyed when he saw the number of books they had dislodged as a result of their shagging.
“I can help,” Jack offered until a faint tinkling got his attention. “Is that my phone?”
Jack scrambled through his discarded clothes until he managed to unearth his mobile. “Shit,” he muttered as he answered the call.
“Hi Gwen, how are you sweetheart?” Jack sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he zipped up his trousers. “Yeah I am stuck at the airport at the moment, flying off in a few hours.”
Ianto felt a wave of consternation hit him when he saw how easily the lie came to Jack. Shaking his head to displace any negative feelings, he motioned to the captain that he was going to the bathroom to clean himself up and throw away the rubbish.
When Ianto came back a few minutes later with his shirt neatly buttoned and his trousers back on, Jack was just ending the call.
“Me too honey, see you in a few days.”
Ianto felt a kick to his stomach. He didn’t need to hear Gwen’s side of the conversation to know her last words had probably been “I love you.”
Jack turned to face him and felt a similar kick when he saw the shadow in Ianto’s eyes.
“Don’t think too hard Ianto,” Jack said tenderly, with just the faintest spark of a laugh as he brushed his lips over Ianto’s forehead. Ianto relaxed at his touch and felt that knot of anxiety in his gut loosen.
“It’s already two Jack, so it’s a bit too late for that drink. What about if I accompany you to the airport?” Ianto said, breathing a little easier when he saw Jack’s eyes light up.
“I would really like that,” Jack said sincerely.
After locking up the library, Ianto was about to hail a cab for the both of them when he felt his pocket vibrate. Jack tried not to appear curious as Ianto pulled out his phone and read the message.
“Lisa’s finished early. She’s asking me to come pick her up to have supper,” Ianto said flatly. “ I am so sorry Jack.”
“Hey there is nothing to apologise about Ianto. I don’t mind,” Jack forced a cheerful smile.
It was true, he didn’t mind. Jack knew that he had no right to demand that Ianto chose him over Lisa. Not any more than Ianto could control what Jack did with Gwen.
Okay, screw that, he was lying. He did mind.
After hailing two taxis, Ianto turned to Jack with a resigned expression on his face.
“Keep in touch Jack, I will see you when you get back,” Ianto pressed a brief kiss to his cheek as the captain gathered him in his arms for a hug. The words rang incredibly hollow, but it was the only promise they could ever afford to give each other.
For Jack and Ianto, their feelings of happiness, guilt, lust, sorrow and contentment had become so inextricably mixed that it was impossible to figure out where one started and the other ended.
Neither realised that they were desperately chasing ahead of a storm before it could make landfall. If either of them had been thinking clearly, they might have been able to see it.
Hairline fractures forming on the surface of their perfect glass bubble.
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Chapter Five
With that here is Chapter 4 :) please enjoy and comment. Have a good week everyone!
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~Chapter 4~
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We meet every day, at the same café,
Six-thirty, and no one knows he’ll be there,
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans,
While the jukebox plays our favourite songs. (1)
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Two Weeks Later
Ianto was attempting to climb Mount Everest.
Alright, maybe that was exaggeration, but it was how he felt as he contemplated the ten-inch thick stack of papers in front of him.
As it was approaching the end of the semester, it was his job to process the special requests of the university’s many students. This included access to the archive section, permission to take out multiple copies of the same book and so on.
The process could actually be done throughout the year but it was only when deadlines loomed that each student realised they needed a specific book that wasn’t available in the public section of the library. Hence most procrastinated until the very last minute, resulting in Ianto nursing a very bad headache.
“Why is time organisation such a foreign concept to these people?” Ianto groused as he reached for the first folder. Usually Ianto sped through these cases as fast as he could, but for some reason today he found it hard to get started.
Maybe it was because it was six and dark, a stark reminder that he had been cooped up in his single window cubbyhole of an office the whole day. Or maybe because it was Friday and he knew that he was going to be pulling an all-nighter.
Regardless, the lion’s share had to be done tonight as it was one of those rare nights where he had nothing to do. Jack was flying and Lisa was doing her own late night shift at the hospital.
The matter-of-fact way the thought came to him should have bothered him, but it amazed Ianto how easy it was for him to compartmentalise his life.
Because of the plane crash, Jack’s airline grounded all its planes for a week to undergo a battery of inspections. During that time, he and Ianto would meet up in the evenings, usually for a quick bite before making their way back to Jack’s pilot quarters located near Heathrow.
And when both were sore and satisfied a few hours later, Ianto made the transition back to his normal life with not a hickey in sight. He cooked Lisa dinner, asked her how her day was, not out of politeness but because he still cared about his wife. Even if Lisa noticed that Ianto coming home later than usual, she never mentioned it.
Sighing to himself, Ianto opened up the folder and quickly scanned the request slip before clicking on the update icon on his desktop. As he reached for his iPod, at the same time Ianto absently checked for new messages on his phone as well as on his new toy, a Blackberry Pearl.
The Blackberry had been a gift from Jack, although Ianto had been extremely reluctant to accept it. But given the knot of worry he felt in his stomach every time Jack flew, Ianto was grateful for the almost instantaneous method of contact.
Not to say Ianto didn’t feel guilty for his relationship with Jack. He knew the other man felt it too, especially when their partners did something nice for them. But it was as if he and Jack were encased in a perfect glass bubble when they were together, where nothing could touch or affect them.
It also probably helped that neither treated the other like a convenient shag. In fact, if Ianto had a word for it, he felt as if Jack was romancing him.
First had been the Blackberry, then there had been the consistent picking up of the tab, which outwardly left Ianto annoyed but inwardly flattered.
It also made it easier for Ianto to tap into his own romantic side, which usually consisted of leaving Jack a perfect cup of coffee before he slipped back home.
Ianto wasn’t disappointed though when he saw that he had no new messages. Jack had told him that the airline had doubled up on all shifts, eager to gain back the business they lost as a result of the accident.
But he still coloured a touch scarlet when he remembered the last message he had received from Jack while he was in Australia.
“It’s spring/summer here, what a contrast to dreary London. Saw a punnet of blood red cherries at the market and bought them thinking of you”.
Ianto had to shake his head at how flirtatious Jack sounded, even through text. But that wasn’t what made him blush. The message was undoubtly the result of a conversation they had the last time they were together.
Jack had been giving him a rather languorous rim job at the time, which had Ianto’s hips trembling as he desperately humped the mattress. The captain had discovered early on how sensitive the crack of Ianto’s ass was and that he got off on anal licking as potently as any blowjob.
However, in the short time they had been together, Ianto was still the one on top. So in between pants, he had timidly asked if Jack wanted a change.
The American had simply chuckled and said, “Oh don’t worry, I will fuck you soon enough. This cherry is mine.”
He had then possessively pushed his index finger into Ianto’s asshole up to the second knuckle, just stopping short of his prostate.
“Bastard.” Ianto had rolled his eyes then at Jack’s filthy mouth, but was unable to fully suppress the dark shiver of pleasure that coursed through him at the prospect of being taken by the captain.
“Bastard,” Ianto echoed his earlier curse under his breath as he readjusted his trousers. He had no intention of letting thoughts of Jack ruin yet another of his favourite blue pinstripe suits.
Switching on his music, Ianto immersed himself in his work as he swiftly made changes to master records while rejecting incomplete slips. His powers of concentration were such that when his boss June stopped by his office to ask for a file, he was surprised to find that two hours had passed and that his work pile had significantly diminished.
After stretching the kinks out of his neck, Ianto was about to go back to work when his Blackberry pinged, indicating that he had a new chat message.
“What are you wearing?” It was Jack of course.
“Pervert,” Ianto thought fondly as he responded with, “Nothing, I am just sitting here completely naked. I am very cold though.”
Ianto smiled at the speed at which Jack answered, but he sat up when he read the captain’s message.
“Cool, come by the window so I can see.”
In two quick steps Ianto was by his window and sure enough there was Jack standing at the steps of the university, the tails of his coat caught up in gusts of wind.
“Liar,” came Jack’s next message and Ianto had to laugh.
“Give me a minute, I will let you in,” he typed back with a smile on his face.
***
“What are you doing here?” Ianto asked after he had given Jack a brief hug and kiss, surreptitiously running his hand over the silky back of the captain’s dark blue waistcoat. “Thought you were flying for three days straight.”
“I am but my flight today got in a little early. And since I am co-piloting my next flight and only have to be at Heathrow by four am, I figured I would come see you,” Jack said simply.
Came to see him….him….not Gwen. Ianto could not stop the sliver of petulant satisfaction he felt that he had gotten one over.
“You could have called though. I actually have a lot of work to get done tonight,” Ianto reproached Jack lightly. Yes he was happy to see him, but it was in Ianto’s bones to like structure. Not that it was always possible now with Hurricane Jack upending his life.
Despite feeling a tad crestfallen that Ianto wasn’t extremely enthusiastic over his surprise visit, Jack wasn’t that worried. He was starting to learn how Ianto’s buttons worked and when exactly to push them.
And of course, when to unbutton them.
“Let me keep you company then. You’ve always liked my company,” Jack offered, pulling up a chair. Ianto eyed him warily.
“Well, as long as you don’t try and cop a feel or do anything funny,” Ianto warned. Jack tried to look hurt.
“Would I do that?”
“Yes, you would,” Ianto said bluntly. But he tempered his jibe with a brush of his lips to Jack’s forehead, “It’s great to see you here though Jack.”
A knock at the door quickly broke the two men apart. Ianto hastily pushed his chair away from Jack as June walked in.
“Ianto, could you…..oh hello?” June stopped short as she took in the handsome man sitting next to Ianto. “You are?”
“This is my friend Jack. Jack, meet my boss June,” Ianto made the introductions aware that June’s expression was taking on a distinct deer-in-the-headlights look. “He is from out of town and decided to drop by and visit.”
“Now Ianto, you know we aren’t supposed to have strangers in the office after hours,” June purred. But the way she tweaked a blond curl and tugged at the edges of her flower print blouse told Ianto she was hardly upset.
“Please don’t blame him, I made him do it. It really is my fault,” Jack apologised, gently kissing the back of her hand.
Ianto had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Jack could really lay it on thick sometimes. But it was clearly working judging by the way his boss was staring at the captain. She would have probably hopped on one leg and clucked like a chicken if asked in Jack’s sexy drawl.
“You want me to lock up June?” Ianto asked, trying not to laugh at the mental imagery.
“Um, yes. I am leaving soon. Nice to have met you Jack,” she dared a wink as she turned on her heel. “Now you two don’t get up to anything naughty later.”
“Oh if you only knew,” Jack gave June his award winning smile before firmly shutting the door behind her.
“She’s not bad, exactly like you described her,” Jack said as he perched on the edge of Ianto’s desk.
“Well you can continue flirting with her if you like, her office is down the hall. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do,” Ianto dismissed Jack with a wave of his hand as he turned back to his computer.
“Hey Ianto…”
Ianto looked up as Jack leaned forward to murmur huskily in his ear.
“Did I ever tell you offices turn me on?”
“What doesn’t turn you on Jack?” Ianto replied brusquely. “It was stopwatches and rooftops the last time.”
Jack shrugged. “World hunger, beached whales, those really cheap extreme sport home video shows. And hey, you liked it when I used the stopwatch.”
“But now,” Jack began as he turned Ianto’s chair so he was facing him, “I am more interested in the big space under your desk.”
In the split second it took Ianto to comprehend Jack’s words, the captain dropped to his knees and unbuckled the other man’s belt. In two shakes he had Ianto’s zipper down and wasted no time mouthing the younger man’s cock through his black briefs.
“Jack! Stop….not here….” But Ianto’s sentence dissolved into a moan as Jack pulled down the waistband to reveal the root of his rapidly hardening prick.
“You were saying?” Jack said playfully, his voice muffled as he dragged down Ianto’s underwear using his teeth, fully exposing his cock.
Taking Ianto’s silence as a good sign, Jack quickly took the younger man’s shaft into his mouth before he had the presence of mind to object.
“Jack,” Ianto groaned as he grabbed handfuls of the captain’s hair. Jack absolutely adored the power trip he got from undoing Ianto’s ramrod exterior. And he damn near creamed in his boxers when he heard his name said in a voice that was all soul and whisky, edged by that soft Welsh brogue.
But before Ianto could really get into it, Jack pulled back and released the other man’s cock from his mouth with a soft plop.
“Do you still want me to stop?” Jack asked as he licked his lips, breaking the connecting strands of saliva and pre-cum. Ianto almost growled at the loss of contact.
“A good man finishes what he started,” Ianto said roughly. Jack smirked.
“Glad to see you think I am a good man,” Jack replied as he planted a series of kisses along Ianto’s length, scooting backwards slightly into a more comfortable position.
Ianto leaned back to allow Jack better access, watching the captain through half-lidded eyes as his cheeks hollowed while fellating him.
Part of Ianto wanted Jack to finish him off quickly, aware as he was of their surroundings. The other part wanted it to last as long as possible, the chance of getting caught adding an edge to Jack’s blowjob as his tongue teased all his sweet spots.
“I’m getting close Jack,” Ianto moaned softly as he felt his balls start to tighten.
But both men started when there was a knock at the door followed by a quiet, “Ianto?”
“Fuck,” Ianto mouthed as his eyes met Jack’s. Grabbing the closest file, Ianto opened it above his lap in order to conceal the captain as much as he could. Jack helped by trying to squeeze into the space under the desk, but it was simply not built to hide a six-foot frame.
“Yes June?” Ianto answered, hoping he sounded calm. June popped her head around the door, but her smile immediately fell when she saw Jack was not there.
“Where is your friend?” she asked, opening the door wide and leaning against the doorjamb.
“Jack had to go, flight to catch and all that. Besides, I really do have a lot to get done tonight,” Ianto said casually, glad that Jack had at least stilled his movements. But for some reason, he still kept Ianto’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh I see,” June answered, her hand tightening on the strap of her handbag.
However, she just didn’t make any move to leave, instead she just stood there shifting her weight back and forth between the balls of her feet.
Through gritted his teeth Ianto uttered a terse, “Is there anything else you want June?”
“Well, your friend Jack…is he single perchance?” June asked, the words coming out in a rush as fidgeted with her handbag. Ianto’s jaw almost dropped but he swore he could feel Jack’s arrogant smile around his cock.
“I mean, I am not usually this forward,” June tripped over herself to explain her actions, which Ianto made feel a little sorry for her.
“Don’t worry, Jack has that effect on most people. Not me though, I never saw what was so attractive about him,” Ianto said in a tone that was way too blasé for Jack’s liking. Especially since at the moment, Ianto was using the toe of his shoe to graze the side of his thigh.
“Well you wouldn’t understand I suppose. You’re married and straight. But trust me, he is a knockout,” June sighed, and then straightened as she remembered that she was in fact Ianto’s boss and not a giggly school girl.
“Regardless, he is currently preoccupied with someone else. Sorry June,” Ianto tried to sound as apologetic as he could even as Jack started flicking his tongue in a way that had his hips twitching of their own volition.
A warning nudge to Jack’s ankle also went unheeded as the captain slowly started to move his head back and forth.
“Fuck you Jack,” Ianto thought as he dug his nails into the edge of his desk so hard that he chipped the shellac.
“They always are,” June said in a resigned tone. “I will see you tomorrow then, but you are looking a little flushed. You feeling well?” she asked as she saw the fine beads of sweat on Ianto’s forehead.
“I am fine. Office heating you know,” Ianto was finding it increasingly hard to string a sentence together because Jack suddenly decided to deepthroat him. When Jack swallowed, his throat muscles massaging Ianto’s cock, the younger man bit his thumb so hard it bruised.
“You should get some rest, we don’t want you taking sick leave so close to the end of term,” June said briskly as she finally turned to leave.
Oh God, Jack had moved to his balls now, slowly sucking them in his mouth while rubbing his knuckles over the silky skin of his scrotum. It was all Ianto could do nod a goodbye to his boss.
It was only when June was out of sight that Ianto threw the file aside and pushed away from his desk.
“Get off,” he growled in a voice that told Jack not to press his luck. Backing away with his hands lifted in surrender, Jack got to his feet with a satisfied grin on his face.
Ianto quickly locked the door before leaning against it, his cock still fully erect and dripping on his trousers. He looked down in dismay.
“So much for not letting Jack stain another pair of trousers,” Ianto grimaced at the thought.
“I am liking your boss even more now,” Jack smirked as he approached the younger man.
“And you are a right bastard,” Ianto snapped, pulling Jack closer for a rough kiss. “Suck me,” he ordered, pushing Jack to the floor. The captain was more than happy to continue his assault on the other man’s dick, but Ianto was so hard Jack knew he wasn’t going to last.
A couple more sucks and the gentlest tug of his balls was all Ianto needed to climax. He let out a straggled groan as Jack tried to take in all of his spunk. Even when Ianto was finished, Jack still held on to his hips so as not to let him fall.
“You okay?” Jack asked as he stood up, nonchalantly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ianto nodded as he felt his strength returning to him.
“That was fun,” Jack said in such a cheeky way that Ianto suddenly felt like throwing him over his lap and spanking him.
“Another time maybe,” Ianto thought wryly. Out loud he said, “Step back will you.”
Ianto pushed them both away from the door and knelt down at the American’s feet. Jack raised an eyebrow when Ianto deftly started undoing his belt.
“I thought you had work to do?” Jack said softly. Ianto smiled against Jack’s now bare stomach as he pulled down his briefs.
“I have a horny captain to take care off,” Ianto left a trail of wet kisses from Jack’s navel to the tip of his cock, relishing the sharp musky taste that filled his mouth. Although he had tried to act cool about it, their little game under the table had the American raring to go.
Ianto was not as skilled at blowjobs as Jack, but what he lacked in finesse he made up for in sheer enthusiasm.
“Oh yeah Ianto.” Jack clung on to Ianto’s shoulders as the younger man cupped his buttocks and opened up his throat. Jack was so caught up in chasing his orgasm that he didn’t realise he was practically fucking Ianto’s mouth.
Not that Ianto minded quite frankly. He maliciously sped up the process with quicksilver flicks of his tongue while kneading Jack’s testicles. When the captain finally came, he was lodged so deep in the back of Ianto’s throat that he couldn’t help but swallow.
As Jack took deep breaths to recover, Ianto neatly tucked him back into his trousers and spat any remaining cum into a tissue. For a minute, neither of them said anything as they brushed down their clothing and made themselves presentable.
Finally Jack couldn’t take it anymore and drew Ianto nearer so he could kiss him. An extremely gentle kiss that belied the heady passion that came before it. When the younger man returned the intimate gesture, Jack could taste himself in the deepest recesses of Ianto’s mouth.
“You aren’t mad at me are you?” Jack asked, kissing Ianto on the forehead.
“Would it do me any good if I were?” Ianto responded by running his knuckle over Jack’s bottom lip. “No I am not mad Jack, but I do have to get back to work.”
“Let me help you at least. I am the reason you are behind after all.” Ianto felt a tug at his heartstrings at the offer, but frowned when he saw Jack give a jaw-cracking yawn. Usually it took more than this to tire the American out.
“Have you been sleeping? I know you don’t sleep that much, but are you getting any, at all?”
Jack sheepishly shook his head and Ianto sighed.
“Tell you what, why don’t you nap for an hour while I finish this up. Then we can go for a drink or something?” Ianto sat Jack down on the small sofa that took up a corner of his office.
Jack thought about protesting, but gave up when he yawned again. Lying down, all he remembered before closing his eyes was Ianto covering him with his coat. The next thing he knew, he was gently being shaken awake.
“Jack, I’m done,” Ianto said quietly. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jack stretched and got to his feet, feeling decidedly refreshed.
“What time is it?”
“Twelve-thirty, you ready for that drink now?” Ianto asked, shaking out Jack’s greatcoat and slipping it over his shoulders. Jack nodded.
“Funnily enough, I didn’t picture your office like this. How do you stand sitting here day in day out?’
Ianto smiled as he switched off his computer and straightened his desk.
“I’m not usually here. I just come back to do admin work, otherwise I’m always at the library,” Ianto shrugged on his mac. “Actually if you have time, let me show you my real office.”
“Lead the way then,” Jack said offering Ianto his arm in a chivalrous gesture as he opened the door with a flourish.
***
“Wow,” Jack said in awe as he looked around at the university library. “This is what you are in charge off?”
Ianto just silently nodded as he flipped on the switch, flooding the library’s corners with light. He wasn’t surprised at Jack’s reaction, he himself still felt a sense of wonder when he stepped through the doors.
Everything about the building's architecture was a play between light and space. Four storeys high, the library’s floors cut away in the middle of the building to form balconies overlooking the main area. As a result, there was an uninterrupted view from the ground floor of the centre square to the roof’s glass skylights.
The floor was predominantly white marble, accented with black marble diamonds and rectangles, while the balcony railings looked like ribbons of white wrought iron interspersed between the roman columns.
“This seems too pretty to waste on students Ianto,” Jack said.
“We rent it as an event space as well. So we have parties here, but mostly people use it for their wedding receptions. Once the holidays hit, it is pretty packed.”
“Weddings huh? I wonder if…” Jack stopped short as he caught himself. But he wasn’t fast enough he realised when he saw a flicker of hurt in Ianto’s eyes.
“Wonder if what Jack?” Ianto asked, knowing and hating the answer, yet unable to stop himself.
“Nothing Ianto,” Jack said in a voice that left no room for argument. “Nothing,” he said more gently as he reached for Ianto’s hand only to have him turn away.
“Let me take you through the stacks,” Ianto said calmly, but Jack caught the implied message. Ianto was telling him to drop it.
“Stacks?” Jack asked, falling instep with Ianto.
“People normally call them bookcases. I will show you my favourite sections,” Ianto said, fiddling with the switches so only the top two floors were partially illuminated by soft down lighting.
“So that security doesn’t wonder why the library is all lit up at night and comes to investigate,” Ianto explained when he saw Jack’s confused expression.
After taking the lift up, Ianto easily navigated his way through the labyrinth of shelves to show Jack the science fiction and anthropology section. He pointed out to him his favourite authors and journals, allowing Jack a glimpse of his more intellectual side.
Eventually they ended up on the top floor, in front of the rare books section that was cordoned off from the rest of the library. Ianto produced a key and let them both in, Jack trying not to sneeze as dust tickled his nose.
“Here is where we keep our first editions, signed copies and one-of-a-kind journals. But I bet you don’t know what else we keep in here,” Ianto gave a sly smile.
“What? Ancient erotica?” Jack laughed.
“Exactly,” Ianto enjoyed the shocked look on Jack’s face as he pointed to the middle of the bookcase. “Maybe not ancient, rather we have a series of Parisian sex manuals. A few years ago, the university librarian was a damn horny bastard who blew the entire library budget on these things.”
Jack laughed as he picked a book at random and turned it over in his hands.
“He got sacked I presumed?” Jack said as he carefully thumbed through the pages. His French was rusty but the explicit drawings didn’t need description.
“The university has been trying to sell them for ages, but so far no buyers,” Ianto smirked. “You would be amazed though how many people go in looking for specific journals and come out with hard-ons.”
“I can imagine,” Jack stopped at one page and showed it to Ianto. “We should try this,” he said offhandedly as he tapped a drawing with his fingernail.
Ianto took one look and felt his blood heat. The picture was of a couple in mid-coitus, with the woman pinned against the wall with her legs around her partner’s waist as he fucked her.
“When?” Ianto asked, his words stuttering a little as he closed the book and returned it to the shelf.
“What about right now?” The captain’s voice took on a sexy rasp, as he crowded Ianto so that he was pressed against the shelf. Ianto bit his lip to stop a moan as Jack ran a possessive hand down his chest to cup his groin.
Ianto knew he shouldn’t be allowing this, but that almost mention of Gwen earlier made a part of him frantic for a physical reminder that Jack ultimately chose to spend time with him.
“Are there any cameras around here?” Jack asked, nibbling Ianto’s earlobe. Jack swore under his breath when Ianto nodded. “Is there a blind spot anywhere?”
Ianto let out a slow shuddery breath when he grabbed Jack’s wrist to press his palm against his cock. The younger man ran his tongue over his bottom lip when he heard the captain’s breathing become uneven.
“Follow me,” Ianto said hoarsely, leading Jack to a small room beyond the shelves. It was where books were taken to be repaired, and Ianto knew that its security cameras were out for regular maintenance.
Along the way they lost the captain’s coat and Ianto’s suit jacket, leaving both in crumpled heaps on the floor as Jack pinned the younger man to the closest bookcase.
“Jack…please.” Ianto didn’t know what he was begging for. For Jack to strip him…to touch him…to fuck him.
“Oh God Ianto, I want to take you. In this way, so I can be deep inside you,” Jack said as he ran his tongue along the underside of Ianto’s jaw.
“Then take me,” Ianto said breathlessly, tipping Jack’s face upwards so he could kiss him. So he could lose himself in those lust-filled china blue eyes.
“You sure?” Jack asked as he parted Ianto’s legs with his knee so that he could rub their erections together. Ianto simply gasped and nodded his head.
“I will take it slow then,” Jack whispered as he undid the knot of Ianto’s tie with patient fingers. Ianto closed his eyes as the captain slowed down the pace a few notches as he threw the tie to one side and started nuzzling the base of his neck.
When Jack reached up to kiss him again, Ianto bit the tip of his tongue when it ventured too deep as he undid the captain’s waistcoat, followed by his shirt leaving him topless. Jack did him one better, expertly undoing Ianto’s black shirt with one hand while the other undid his trousers so it pooled on the floor.
The captain sighed against Ianto’s skin as he breathed in the smell of musk and black tea in the hollow of his breastbone. Jack gingerly rolled a dark nipple around his teeth as Ianto slid a hand under the captain’s waistband to grab his cock.
Eventually Jack ended up kneeling in front of Ianto, running his hands up and down the younger man’s thighs as he drank in the sight of his pale body framed by the black shirt. The red ink of his tattoo stark against his milky white skin.
Unable to control himself, Jack bit into the soft skin of Ianto’s inner thigh, which earned him a sharp tug on his hair.
“No marks,” Ianto warned, even as his blue eyes turned opaque with lust. It was one of their mutually agreed rules, no visible love bites. But Jack threw caution to the wind and sank his teeth into the flesh at the juncture of Ianto’s thighs, as he twisted his wrist around the other man’s cock to distract him.
Jack leaned back on his heels to admire his handiwork, a smug smile on his face as he saw the skin nearest to Ianto’s dick start to bruise purple.
“Enough with the foreplay Jack,” Ianto said through gritted teeth. Jack nodded and kissed the tip of Ianto’s cock before asking him to turn around. He then wasted no time parting Ianto’s ass to stick his tongue into that tight opening.
Jack traced circles around the puckered skin, as he reached into the pocket of his trousers for a condom and a tube of KY.
“Hold on to this will you.” Jack slid the condom in between Ianto’s fingers as he flipped open the top of the lubricant. Ianto had to laugh.
“You couldn’t give me a call to say you were coming, but you managed to stop by a pharmacy first?” Ianto cocked a wry eyebrow at Jack who just winked unapologetically in return.
Ianto hissed as he felt one of Jack’s fingers penetrate him, his body automatically tightening around the digit.
“Shh, relax,” Jack murmured soft words of encouragement as he added another finger to the mix. When Ianto started to arch into his touch, Jack pushed his two fingers in as deep as it would go until it hit the webbing between his fingers.
“Good?” Jack asked as he carefully bent his fingers inside Ianto so that he could find his prostate. Scissoring his fingers so he could relax the ring of muscle.
“Good, but not enough,” Ianto handed the condom back to the captain as he leaned back and tried to fuck himself on Jack’s fingers.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jack said quietly as he undid his belt and pushed his underwear down just enough to free his cock. He staved off touching himself as he ripped open the foil packet and unrolled the condom over his length.
“You are not going to hurt me, just…fuck me please,” Ianto said, his voice fraying slightly at the edges.
Jack took a deep breath and used his thumb to stretch Ianto’s opening before pushing the tip of his penis inside. Pouring more lube over his cock, Jack wrapped an arm around Ianto’s waist to brace him before penetrating any deeper.
“Oh Jack, yes…” Ianto moaned. Jack was so big that he stretched him to the point that it was almost painful. But when Jack gave a small thrust and brushed that sensitive spot Ianto cursed.
“Ah! Fuck...”
Jack cocked his head to one side as that wicked grin spread across his face.
“Since you asked,” Jack pushed in harder this time, forcing Ianto to lock his elbows so he didn’t hit the bookcase. The captain continued to pick up speed, the zipper of his pants leaving scratches against his partner’s skin while his hips buffeted against Ianto’s ass.
“That’s it Jack, bugger me harder.” The words fell demanding and unbidden from Ianto’s lips as a coil of pleasure tightened in the lower part of his stomach.
Jack almost lost it when Ianto started to beg, but he didn’t want him to finish this way.
“Turn around,” he ordered, abruptly pulling out leaving Ianto feeling bereft.
“Jack?”
“Get on the shelf as much as you can.” Jack lifted Ianto by the waist so that he could rest on the narrow edge. Ianto nodded in understanding, grabbing the wood for purchase as he wrapped his legs around Jack’s hips.
The younger man was so slick and open that it only took one stroke for Jack to impale him on his cock. Jack grabbed the shelves and started to fuck Ianto in earnest, slamming him so hard that the bookcase creaked and shuddered.
“Yeah, you feel amazing baby. Tight and hot like I imagined,” Jack said, his voice smoky as he flicked his tongue against Ianto’s, which felt cool after all his open mouth pants.
Ianto simply clung on to the captain’s shoulders as he drove him again and again into the bookcase, undoubtly bruising him but the other man was past caring.
“Jack! I’m…” Ianto choked as he arched his back and striped both their abdomens with his semen. The tightening of Ianto’s body around him was enough to trigger Jack’s orgasm as he bit into the younger man’s cloth covered shoulder and let go, buried as deep inside him as he could.
As they both came down from their high, Jack suddenly became mindful of the awkward position Ianto was in.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he helped Ianto down.
“Ow,” Ianto said, but his tone was teasing as he kissed Jack on the bridge of his nose.
Yes he did hurt. Ianto was sore and bruised, the throbbing in his shoulder just masking the ache he felt lower down. But the satisfaction and contentment he was currently feeling outweighed any physical pain.
When Jack pulled out and discarded the condom by wrapping it in tissue from the flat pack Ianto offered him, he was glad to see there was no blood. However, he felt a twinge of worry when he saw Ianto frowning.
“I did hurt you didn’t I Ianto?” Jack said contrite as he embraced the younger man.
“No it’s not that, I just realised I have to clean this up on Monday morning,” Ianto sighed, annoyed when he saw the number of books they had dislodged as a result of their shagging.
“I can help,” Jack offered until a faint tinkling got his attention. “Is that my phone?”
Jack scrambled through his discarded clothes until he managed to unearth his mobile. “Shit,” he muttered as he answered the call.
“Hi Gwen, how are you sweetheart?” Jack sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he zipped up his trousers. “Yeah I am stuck at the airport at the moment, flying off in a few hours.”
Ianto felt a wave of consternation hit him when he saw how easily the lie came to Jack. Shaking his head to displace any negative feelings, he motioned to the captain that he was going to the bathroom to clean himself up and throw away the rubbish.
When Ianto came back a few minutes later with his shirt neatly buttoned and his trousers back on, Jack was just ending the call.
“Me too honey, see you in a few days.”
Ianto felt a kick to his stomach. He didn’t need to hear Gwen’s side of the conversation to know her last words had probably been “I love you.”
Jack turned to face him and felt a similar kick when he saw the shadow in Ianto’s eyes.
“Don’t think too hard Ianto,” Jack said tenderly, with just the faintest spark of a laugh as he brushed his lips over Ianto’s forehead. Ianto relaxed at his touch and felt that knot of anxiety in his gut loosen.
“It’s already two Jack, so it’s a bit too late for that drink. What about if I accompany you to the airport?” Ianto said, breathing a little easier when he saw Jack’s eyes light up.
“I would really like that,” Jack said sincerely.
After locking up the library, Ianto was about to hail a cab for the both of them when he felt his pocket vibrate. Jack tried not to appear curious as Ianto pulled out his phone and read the message.
“Lisa’s finished early. She’s asking me to come pick her up to have supper,” Ianto said flatly. “ I am so sorry Jack.”
“Hey there is nothing to apologise about Ianto. I don’t mind,” Jack forced a cheerful smile.
It was true, he didn’t mind. Jack knew that he had no right to demand that Ianto chose him over Lisa. Not any more than Ianto could control what Jack did with Gwen.
Okay, screw that, he was lying. He did mind.
After hailing two taxis, Ianto turned to Jack with a resigned expression on his face.
“Keep in touch Jack, I will see you when you get back,” Ianto pressed a brief kiss to his cheek as the captain gathered him in his arms for a hug. The words rang incredibly hollow, but it was the only promise they could ever afford to give each other.
For Jack and Ianto, their feelings of happiness, guilt, lust, sorrow and contentment had become so inextricably mixed that it was impossible to figure out where one started and the other ended.
Neither realised that they were desperately chasing ahead of a storm before it could make landfall. If either of them had been thinking clearly, they might have been able to see it.
Hairline fractures forming on the surface of their perfect glass bubble.
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Chapter Five