Author's Note: One of my closest friends thought that the other students around Ianto weren't dramatized enough and I thought Dawn Summers would make a good friend. Please send feedback... post a review or send a private note.


Chapter 2: Greg Merrick Isn't a Real Person

Greg Merrick was too busy for dating, but he thought Dawn Summers was gorgeous and fit. So did Ianto Jones, which was more important, since Greg Merrick was a construct to allow Ianto Jones to be in the student population at the University.

One of the only things Greg and Ianto had in common was that they were both 19 years old.

Ianto had been going undercover since he was 17 for Torchwood, a secret organization founded by Queen Victoria in 1879. This was the first time he played someone his own age, and could judge that his feelings for those around him were age appropriate, not taking advantage.

Ianto Jones really didn't have time for dating this semester, as he had just finished taking time out from his studies to write up reports on two of his fellow physics students that he thought would lead to a positive result of working with some alien technology. The other was for possible recruitment at Torchwood, where he was an agent involved in observing those who could possibly understand or were already interacting with alien technology. The other student, he suspected was working with alien technology already and using it for her lab experiment.

While it was excellent that he actually had something concrete to report back to London Headquarters and Director Yvonne Hartman, he was actually enrolled in the classes for University credit that would be transferred to his record as Ianto Jones later on. The irony being that when Ianto was 16 he never expected that he'd end up going to university. In fact he had been arrested for shoplifting.

Thinking about time management also made him ponder his mid-year transfer in to the University. He didn't really want to think too much about his previous assignment, which was essentially the first time he'd been in the field and not in a rigorous academic environment.

When Torchwood was recruiting him he had been queried and tested an trained, and by the time he was 17 he was set up in a prestigious Swiss boarding school, pretending to be a 15 year old sciences geek… which brought him back to thinking about his new friend… the leggy Dawn. The just-turned-18 woman could probably pass for 15 right now, too, if she wanted. And that was part of the problem.

While the age of consent in the UK was 16, Dawn was an American and had only just turned 18. Yeah, that was the age of consent in America, but Ianto didn't want to get involved with a girl he liked as a mate and just fool around. He just wanted to occasionally go out on the pull and pick up a willing girl or guy.

All the same, it didn't really take to much prodding to have Dawn get him to volunteer for the extra credit psyche project where he would get the chance to both "give" and "receive". He was taking two classes with professor Rektor already, and though the man and his curriculum were brilliant, and Greg Merrick didn't have as much time to go out as Ianto Jones would wish. This would be on campus, and could give him the chance to socialize with like-minded students who didn't really want attachments.

Now Dawn. He could really get to like Dawn. But he couldn't get emotionally involved. This experiment, along with the anonymous element could end up being the best or worst idea. However, University was made for experimentation, so either Dawn would find someone, or they'd together be in the same boat of joyful experimentation.

Maybe he could get her to put her long fingers up his arse whilst they were fucking. Dawn looked like she was a figiter and she could twist her fingers, nails scraping against important nerve endings. He was getting very hard now. He dipped his left hand down his pants, brushing past his very erect cock, and grabbed his balls. Messaging them, pulling down, releasing as they began to tighten. His right index finger parted his cheeks and found his center. His left trailed up his cock and pulled on his shaft rhythmically up and down, while he forced his finger into his channel. Almost. Almost. On his left, finger tips brushed over his cockhead. God. Yeah.

He grabbed his shaft again to pump it all out, settling his right index finger ever deeper. Finally when there was no more seed to cum, he let go, and switched to putting two of his wet fingers up his channel to prolong those shocks of delight.

The thing about consciously acknowledging that he was bi, was that his fantasies tended to have more than one area stimulated at a time, and most of his real-world shags weren't really up for either giving or receiving more than one area at a time. Ianto could keep trying.

With real people, the main thing was to keep things fun and light, and both not force someone on their first go or allow anyone to become too attached if they did multiple goes. Somewhat like his first crush, Han Solo, there was more that he could imagine than either Princess Leia or Luke Skywalker could fathom. Like some nice twin action between the two on his willing body.