Great, another piece of rift junk running around the barrens.
At least Jack had forked out for a couple of rooms, unfortunately the girls snavelled one and Jack and I were forced to share the other.
At least the beds looked comfortable, a double and a single.
I had a little comfort that Owen had silently walked into the girl's room and dumped his bag on the single bed in there, claiming it and their looks of horror at having to share the double had made Jack snort softly.
"I'm not sharing with them! Jack doesn't sleep so the bloody laptop will be lighting the room, probably watching fucking porn and the T-boy is an oober clean freak that would have a fit when he sees me eating crisps in bed!" he snarked and Jack had laughed even more as he carried his bag next door.
I claimed the single bed quickly, after all Jack is the captain and it wouldn't be right otherwise.
Especially as Owen was probably right, Jack would turn it into a mobile desk.
I left Jack and the others early, hoping to be asleep facing the wall before he entered and started rustling around.
Staring at the clock didn't make the sun rise any faster. It was two thirty in the morning. I'd been staring at it for forty five minutes trying to get back to sleep but it was too damn cold.
Even with sweats, socks and a hoodie, I was still freezing in my bed.
Jack had came in at about two and slid right into his bed, apparently oblivious to the cold. I could hear him playing with his tablet and rustling around in his bed, when I realized my nose was numb.
"Jack, you up?" His bed was on the other side of the room with two dressers between us. The glow from his tablet was like a beacon in the dark and silent room.
"Yeah, did I wake you?" He rustled around some more, making the springs on his double bed squeak.
"No. I'm freezing. Aren't you cold?" I didn't have enough body fat for this shit. I wasn't used to the arctic draft flowing from the cracks in the weather stripping above my head. And no one had gotten around to updating the single pane windows in the old hotel.
I might as well shove my bed next to a solid sheet of ice. I sighed and watched in morbid fascination as my breath frosted the glass with snowflake-like patterns instead of just fogging it.
"Kinda but it's not that bad. Put on some extra clothes or something." Just the thought of pulling stiff and cold clothes out of my closet made me shiver again.
"They're too cold. I seriously think I'm losing feeling in my toes." I'd been a boy scout and knew that body heat was the fastest and easiest way to warm up, but I couldn't exactly suggest that to Jack, even if he was probably OK with a bit of cuddling. "What should I do?"
"I don't know. Jumping jacks?" He was getting annoyed with me but I wasn't sure why. He was watching a movie on his tablet so I knew he wasn't trying to sleep.
"Can I..." I whispered, but couldn't finish the sentence. I wasn't sure he heard me until the flickering lights on his tablet went dark.
"What?" he asked in a hesitant tone. He must have suspected where I was going and wanted to call my bluff.
"Get into your bed. I know it's weird but I'm really cold. Like, dangerously. I won't be able to sleep at all. I promise not to bother you." The words poured out of my mouth like a child begging for candy.
I could hear a deep inhale and exhale as he considered my request. "Fine."
I practically bounced out of my bed and shuffled across the room to his. Jack scooted to the wall, with his tablet tucked under the blankets in front of his chest. I slid in next to him and was immediately rewarded with the warmth from his body and his sheets. He always seemed to run hot, probably because of the large muscles covering most of his body. He was a heavy weight at 220 but he was solid. I could feel the heat radiating off his back as if he had just run a marathon. I settled in with my back against his and tried to fall asleep.
It turns out that having a large muscle man pressed against my back is quite a distraction.
He was rocking slightly and I assumed that was a technique he used to fall asleep. My sister did that as a kid and it always helped her. But, there was something jerkier about the way he was rocking that had me on alert.
Was he jacking off?
Shit.
Oh, god.
What was he watching on his tablet when I interrupted him?
My previously cold, shrivelled cock sprang to life.
I wondered if Jack would let me watch, too. I'd never get to sleep with a hard-on but I couldn't exactly rub one out lying next to him. He'd probably think I was gay and kick me out of his nice warm bed.
Hell, he'd probably kick me out of our room.
Jack started moving faster, thrusting his hips. I rolled over onto my stomach to hide my erection.
Big mistake.
The friction of the rocking bed brought me to the edge. I cupped my hand over my bulging sweats, fearing they wouldn't contain the impending explosion. Jack's body shuddered as his back arched.
Fuck.
His orgasm triggered my own. I couldn't believe how hard I came. Jizz soaked through my boxers as well as my sweats.
I rolled onto my side, keeping my back to Jack, and slid my sticky palms inside my sweats to wipe them on my thighs. I reeked of sex. I should've gone back to my own bed, but what was I going to tell Jack?
'Oh, I'm fine now.
I got so turned on while you were masturbating that it'll keep me warm until morning.'
No way.
Jack shook my shoulder. "I need to go take a piss. Let me out."
I jumped out of bed then waited until he shut the bathroom door to grab a fistful of tissues out of the box on his dresser.
I cleaned myself up then hid the evidence, shoving the tissues to the bottom of the trash can. I was freezing again, so I crawled back into bed and pretended to be asleep when Jack opened the door. He lifted the covers and crawled over me to get back to his side of the bed. And I'll be damned if my cock didn't get hard again. What the fuck?
The next morning, I slipped out of bed before Jack woke up. It was still freezing so instead of crawling into my own, cold-as-a-block-of-ice bed, I bundled up and headed to the dining room to see if they had power over there.
I'd have killed for a steaming hot cappuccino.
No luck.
Power was officially out all over town so they were down to candy bars and cereal with powdered milk.
Gross.
By the time I got back to our room, Jack was up and dressed.
"Next village over, power's on and they have a great little old fashioned bar n grill!" Jack said eagerly, pushing me out the door and locking it.
The others met us at the SUV and we trundled through town to the next village, hoping Jack wasn't blowing smoke up our arses.
After a morning of hunting we all agreed to calling it a day, heading for a late lunch/early dinner at the village Jack had promised had the best burgers.
The air was thick with smoke but there was a good crowd so I was excited. It was my first time in a real bar.
There was a group of women on the small dance floor moving to the pop music that filled the long room. Jack walked straight to the bar and ordered two jack and cokes.
I almost told him to hold the jack in mine but I didn't want to sound like a pussy. Also, I was sure he could get an innuendo out of it somehow.
We took our drinks closer to the dance floor and leaned against a pillar to people-watch. The women that were dancing were beautiful. A bit older than us but still gorgeous.
I didn't realize I was bouncing to the beat until two of them shuffled off the floor and grabbed us by the arms. Jack already had his arm around the back of
Blondie 1 while I followed Blondie 2 like a lost puppy.
I liked dancing but tried not to ever do it in front of people.
Especially people that weren't in their 80s and would judge me.
Following Jack's lead, I slammed back the rest of my drink and tossed the plastic cup onto a counter as I passed it. I let Blondie 2 pull my ear down to her mouth to ask my name.
"I'm Ianto. What's your name?"
"Angie." She pressed up against my torso and swayed to the fast beat against my body. I let the whisky do its job as I put my hands on her shoulders and rocked with her.
Jack was getting groped by Blondie 1 just a few feet away from me.
While rocking casually to the beat, I didn't know where to look. I tried looking at Angie's face while we danced but she was so close that it felt awkward to just stare at her. Then, I tried looking around the dance floor at her friends but there were only three of them and I didn't want to seem like a creeper so I avoided them too.
They had formed a loose circle around Jack and I that put way more attention on me than I was comfortable with. But, what I mostly tried to do was not look at Jack.
Tosh and Gwen were grinding away as Owen sat eating their orders happily, downing beer like he was twice his actual size.
More often than not, as my eyes travelled from face to face, when I passed his, he was looking back at me.
He would hold my stare for a second before looking down at Angie and then back to Blondie 1 or their friends. I was relieved when the song finished and the girls headed to the bar.
Jack was still entwined with that chick when I slipped into the bathroom to piss.
When I came out, Angie grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar. Jack was already there with two shots in his hand. He pressed one into my palm and told me it was Mona's birthday.
I didn't know who Mona was until Blondie 1 jumped up on the bar and everyone started singing to her.
At the end of the song, everyone drank the shot. I held mine, knowing that I was going to be driving back and didn't want to get too buzzed.
Jack looked at me with a questioning smirk.
"I'm driving, remember? You can have it," I shouted in his ear. He stared at me for a minute and then nodded. I held the glass out to him when Mona jumped off the bar, lowered her mouth over the rim of the glass and threw back her head.
I'm sure my jaw was on the ground by the way Jack and the other girls laughed at me.
I guess I need to spend more time with the girls because I'm clueless about women.
While still a little flustered, I was herded back to the dance floor when a hip hop song came on. More people had come into the bar and the dance floor was crowded. Jack and I were back to back with the girls tightly packed against us.
Angie was gyrating across my legs and I enjoyed it, but I found myself more fascinated by the movements Jack was making...against my ass.
He might not have even realized it but I was hardly breathing as he swayed and pumped Mona in a way that pushed against me with each motion.
I must have imagined it but I thought I felt hands on my hips a few times...although it was probably one of the girls that were feeling left out.
When a slow song played and most people exited the floor, I took the opportunity to escape. I needed some space in order to think. It must have been the alcohol and my endorphin filled body but I was getting turned on by Jack again.
I didn't want this to become a thing that would be weird between us so I figured avoidance was the best strategy until I was 100% sober.
I ordered a coke and took a seat at the bar.
Trying not to watch the people dancing, I pulled out my phone to check
my email.
Mainframe had sent new co-ordinates that were ust as bloody unhelpful as the last lot.
More days of potentially freezing nights.
More days to spend with Jack. I didn't know if I should be happy or terrified.
"You okay," I heard, and felt, as Jack brushed against my arm and slid into the stool next to me.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just wanted another drink." I motioned to my coke and hoped he'd assume there was jack in it so I could blame my behaviour on being partially drunk. But, I wasn't...and neither was he. So, he probably knew I was full of shit.
We crossed the street and got into the car in silence. I had to wait for the windows to defrost before I could pull out into traffic.
"Damn, it's cold. I don't know how you people do it!" Jack said, and I wondered if he was referring to anyone who had lived their whole life in New England or the world in general.
He still doesn't know that I know his secret.
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.
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"It's going to be even colder tonight. Do you want to sleep in my bed again?" Jack's cheeks flushed.
"Sure." I said it too quickly. I should have pretended to think it over...or at least hesitated a bit. But for some reason I didn't want to think about, I couldn't wait to get back into bed with Jack.
"Typical. You two birds didn't invite me in with you, but Ianto gets a grope with the boss?" Owen growled and the sound of a slap tells me Gwen could reach him over Tosh after all.
We didn't say anything else on the drive back.
I was relieved that I would be warm again and that he obviously didn't know what I'd done the night before. Or that I knew what he'd done.
The others exited the SUV and ran for the hotel but Jack and I stayed in the warm SUV.
I turned off the engine and waited for him to slide out so I could engage the anti-theft measures.
Then he cleared his throat and I realised he was trying to formulate a conversation of some sort.
I held his gaze in the silent car park and waited for him to make a move.
Whatever he wanted was okay. While I was contemplating the possibilities, he closed the gap and brushed his smooth lips against mine.
He held firmly against me for a moment and then opened his mouth. His lips softly closed over mine before I let my jaw release just enough for him to slide his tongue in.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
Pulling him by the neck, I roughly attacked his mouth.
The fire burning in my belly threatened to set me ablaze.
I needed him closer, on me, over me, in me. I sucked in his tongue and rolled it around with my own.
He tasted sweet and delicious.
I wanted to taste more of him.
When he pulled me into the back, he embraced me tightly.
Holding me against his wide, hard body.
I heard a whimper that may have come from me...but I'm not sure.
Debating whether I needed oxygen more than I needed his tongue, I finally pulled off enough to breathe. I rested my forehead against his and inhaled deeply. His familiar, musky scent made my already hard cock pulse in anticipation of what might come next.
He licked from one end of my lower lip to the other, letting his tongue trail lightly to my ear. His heaving breath fuelled the flames of my arousal even further and I ground my bulging crotch into his.
"Fuck, I'm so hot right now. I need to come." His hurried words echoed my feelings exactly. Without considering the consequences, I put my hand on his chest and slowly slid down, fingers first until I reached the waistband of his jeans. When he didn't stop me, I slid my hand below the denim and touched the top of his wet cock with my finger tips. His whole body shook with the contact and I thought I might explode from the bliss of him sucking on my earlobe.
I let my hand slide further down, my open palm pressing against the full length of his shaft.
Damn it was big.
And hard.
And begging to be released.
He ripped open the front of his jeans and put a hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me down.
I looked into his eyes and could see the want.
Dropping to my knees, I took the tip of his head into my mouth before my brain could talk me out of it. He groaned loudly and thrust past my teeth more forcefully than I expected, choking me in the process.
My head wanted to pull back but my body wanted to push deeper.
Only half way buried in my mouth, he couldn't go any further. I used my hands to bridge the distance between my mouth and the base of his dick.
Cupping his balls in one hand, and fisting his base with my other, I sucked hard while pulling off to the tip.
Creating a tight suction with my mouth, I pressed down, to my hand. Slowly at first and then fast enough to match the speed that his hips were thrusting. I could feel his heavy balls tighten and lift.
"Pull off, I can't hold it..." He grabbed my hair and tried to lift me away but I shook my head. I wanted to taste him.
To feel him shooting in my mouth.
Down my throat.