Jack was having the time of his life; libraries came only just below offices in his list of erotic locations. At a large table in a secluded corner of the deserted floor, he was searching through various ancient language books, which Gil was pulling from the shelves. Every so often Jack would find a glyph that corresponded with one of the symbols Tosh had printed out for them and would pull Gill onto his lap for a celebratory snogging session before texting their new findings to the tech expert back at the Hub.
Jack leant back in his seat, photographed the last remaining pictograph and it's meaning and sent it to Tosh. He reached out and caught hold of Gil's wrist as the Valerian reached across the table to collect the edition of "Gardner's Egyptian Grammar" that Jack had just slammed shut.
'I believe we are done here' he said, smiling up into Gil's green eyes.
'I agree' replied Gil, 'you've done some good work here today, Jack.'
'Hmm' Jack placed a kiss in Gil's palm that had only a hint of tongue to tantalise, 'I also believe that I was promised a reward if I did well'
Gil's seemed to be having difficulty catching his breath, as Jack's kisses travelled across his palm and lingered at his wrist, before sucking his fingers into the warm moist cavern of his mouth. 'As I recall,' murmured Gil, 'I said that if you were good, I'd let you fuck me. Have you been good, Jack?'
Jack turned in his seat and put his hands on Gil's arse, kneading and caressing, his mouth mumbled at the aliens crotch, 'if you let me fuck you, I promise I will be,' his exhalation hot and humid against Gil's tumescent cock.
Six long fingers tangled in the soft brown hair as Jack manoeuvred their bodies to allow Gil to perch on the table in front of him, his legs wide. With teasing fingers, Jack eased the buttons of Gil's jeans open and a loud moan echoed around the stacks as he once more placed his mouth on the straining black cotton briefs that were revealed as he pushed the denim aside. He insinuated his fingers under Gil's underwear brushing against the heated flesh and gently teasing the weeping head of hard cock inside.
With a small whimper, Gil leant back on his elbows, allowing Jack to slide his hips closer to the edge of the table. 'Please Jack, please' he released a shrill keening cry as, using only his mouth and his teeth Jack peeled the Valerian's pants down and gently sucked the extreme tip of the erection that was exposed to his hungry gaze.
'So pretty' whispered Jack, holding Gil's hips still as the alien was thrusting impatiently toward his mouth. With a small chuckle Jack leant in and ran his tongue around the sensitive skin between the root of Gil's penis and his balls. 'mmm, you taste so good' he nuzzled in closer, 'you smell so good too' he purred. Against his cheek he could feel the muscles of Gil's thighs trembling with tension.
'Jack, I'm begging you' it was barely a breath
Without warning jack swallowed Gil to the root and a piercing cry of intense pleasure echoed around the fifth floor.
Ianto was racing up the stairs his heart was pounding in his chest; he wasn't sure whether that was because of the unaccustomed exercise or because in just a few minutes he would finally get to talk to the man who had haunted his thoughts from the moment he laid eyes on him. By the third floor Ianto was slowing noticeably; do not want to meet him bright red, sweaty and struggling for breath he thought to himself wryly, so not a good look. He forced himself to slow to a walk and tried to control his breathing. He thought about the first time he saw the guy, under the trees in Cathays Park, holding the man with the strange white hair in his arms and stroking his face with those large yet curiously tender hands. I can't wait to feel those hands on my body, he smiled as he recalled the strength and warmth of those hands when they had briefly held each other on the Plas. His step slowed even more as Ianto recalled those bright blue eyes and how their sadness had melted when they fixed on his face, and those lips that looked so kissable...oh god he had it bad and he didn't even know the man's name.
As he pushed open the door to the fifth floor, the first thing that struck Ianto was how deserted the place was; clearly the study of ancient civilisations was not the most popular field at the University of Cardiff. Ianto walked quietly through the room glancing to the left and the right as he passed the long lines of shelving. He was almost at the back of the room when he heard it; the slap of flesh on flesh counterpointed against a rhythm of harsh desperate panting. Rounding the corner of the last block of shelving Ianto froze, stunned at the sight before him.
The frail looking, white haired man from the park was spread eagled against one of the large bookshelves, his forehead rested against the edge of one of the shelves and his outstretched hands clutched desperately and the rows of books. The beautiful sad eyed man was pressed close behind him, although his sad eyes were tightly screwed shut as he slowly and painstakingly pressed a mouth wateringly thick cock into the willing arse that was being presented to him. Ianto knew he should leave, or look away or make some indication that he was present but he could tear his eyes from the erotic and heartbreaking sight before him.
When he had seen the two men in Cathays Park he had been struck by the tenderness and care with which the dark haired beauty had touched his obviously injured partner. He remembered how he had thought that maybe they were a couple; looking at the gentle caresses that the big man was bestowing in the arse and hips of the white haired guy, the tender kisses that were planted on the younger man's neck he was left in no doubt that these two men were in a loving relationship.
I can't do this he thought, even though I am sure we would be brilliant together if I tried to take him from his partner I'll be no better that that slut who took Cai from me. He looked at the rutting men in before him the white haired guy was leaning back against his lover, his head resting on his shoulder moaning softly as sharp nips were alternated with small kisses.
'Jack, please' the words were so soft that Ianto could barely hear them. Jack he smiled, his name is Jack. It's a good strong name, it suits him
The man Ianto now knew as Jack pushed another millimetre into his pleading lover, 'what do you want beautiful?' he murmured as he leant forward an sucked the very tip of the other man's ear into his mouth, grazing it gently with his teeth, making him quiver and moan
'Move, please'
Ianto stared dry mouthed as Jack pulled almost all of the way out before slamming hard, back into the willing body forcing a shrill cry of pleasure from him, 'again' he whimpered panting and laughing as Jack happily complied alternating his thrusts with manipulation of the other man's penis. Almost absent-mindedly Ianto was rubbing his erection his eyes fixed on the amazing sight of the two men coming in perfect synchronisation. A tiny bead of sweat trickled from Jack's temple, pausing at the edge of his tightly closed eyes before sliding down his cheek like a pseudo tear
As Jack groaned out his own orgasm, burying his face in the neck of his partner, the semen of white haired man erupted, spilling in a rush over the books in front of him. The strange white haired man slowly turned his head, opened his brilliant green eyes and stared directly at Ianto, as if he had known he was there all the time giving him a triumphant and knowing smile. With a muffled curse, Ianto turned on his heel and fled back to the stairs.
Idris looked up, startled, as his friend burst through the doors and into the ground floor of the library, 'Yan?'
Ianto was pale as he strode up to the counter, 'we going to lunch or what?' he asked abruptly
'er...yeah, sure' Idris grabbed his bag and gave a little wave to Mrs Davies and hurried to Ianto's side, 'everything OK, Yan? Was it not him?'
'No' said Ianto shortly, as they exited the library, 'it wasn't the man that I thought it was.'
Up on the fifth floor, Jack and Gil were tidying themselves up. Jack had just finished licking all traces of Gil's come from the Valerian stomach and legs when his mobile rang. With a grimace Jack scrambled to his feet and fumbled in his pocket, eyes locked on Gil who was tucking his cock back into his pants. He glanced at the screen before answering and putting the phone into speaker mode
'Tosh? What's happening?'
'That last glyph was all we needed, Jack. We've cracked the message – a bit'
Jack frowned, 'whaddya mean...a bit?'
'Tosh's frustration was palpable, 'we've translated the symbols but all we have is a meaningless mess of letters. We need fresh eyes on it.'
Gil was already helping Jack into his coat, 'we're on our way' said Jack as they headed towards the stairs. Just as Gil was about to open the door, Jack pulled him into his arms and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, 'thank you' he whispered
Gil smiled lovingly at his dishevelled lover, 'for what?'
'For reminding me about fun.'
