A few days later Jack found himself in the stacks working up the courage to talk to the mysterious young man. He never had this much problem talking to someone, but there was something about the silent young lad that threw him off his game a bit. His target was approaching getting closer and closer, and Jack made his move, by coming around the end of the shelves forcing the other guy to nearly run into him.
"Whoa sorry there, didn't mean to almost knock you down." Jack faked stammered.
The other man spoke softly. "You didn't."
"Hey you're always in here, where can I find book on Indian Culture, mainly the Kama Sutra. Jack waggled his eyes suggestively. "I'm Jack Harkness by the way; and you are….?" He inquired.
Ianto Jones rolled his eyes. "Jones, Ianto Jones." He had an unreadable expression on his face; his voice betrayed no anger. "As for your book, use the computerized card catalog like everyone else."
Jack had been shot down, usually that line elicited giggles or at least intense blushing from the target. Ianto had not been rude about it; he just did not seem at all interested. While Jack was deep in thought, Ianto took the opportunity to move on; Jack was brought out of his reverie by someone goosing him.
John rested his head on Jack's shoulder. "Oh BURNED! The 70's called; they want their pick up line back." John laughed. "You might as well have asked him back to your place to watch Texas Chain Saw Massacre." John then rounded Jack and stood beside him. "He's a tough nut, and I'm gonna break him wide open. Remember Jackie Boy I called dibs first."
"You're really sick sometimes." Jack stated disgusted.
John huffed. "Not sometimes love, besides you were thinking the same thing I was, so what does that make you poppet?"
Jack wondered if John had always been that creepy; he had been on the rough side when they had been together, but this was border line sexual assault, the way he was talking.
John then placed an arm around his shoulder. "You used to love it when I talked dirty to you, remember love; the days in the gym, the sweat, the ache, and then the sweet release."
Jack could not help but quiver at the mere breath on his ear, John knew how to push his buttons for the good, and bad. Jack grabbed him by the lapels of his coat he crushed his mouth to John's. The pair almost made it to the study suites when the bell chimed signaling the class change.
John kissed Jack once more. "Until next time Jack be nimble."
Jack watched John leave, and try to grab Ianto's butt, the other man easily dodged the feel. A girl squealed and laughed as John copped a feel on her as rebound. John was irresistible, but he was also a reminder of everything Jack hated about himself and his past; he sighed straightened himself out and headed off to class.