Torchwood University: Chapter 2: Day One

The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and Ianto Jones had a steaming thermos of coffee clutched tightly in his right hand. All was right in the world, he decided, lifting his face towards the sun (of whom Wales was often bereft). He adjusted his tie slightly before entering the large stonework building he had been heading towards and deftly discovered the room he had marked out carefully in his planner in thick black ink.

The room was empty when he entered so he took his time admiring the domed ceiling that would be used for constellation projections. He chose a seat fifteen rows from the front and eighteen rows from the back that was one seat away from the aisle. Methodically he pulled out two identical textbooks as well as another thermos, ceramic like his own so as to not detract from the taste but patterned with blue and white stripes. He lined up that thermos and book on the desk of the aisle seat so the ninety degree angels corresponded with his own.

Lastly, Ianto pulled out his newspaper, shook it, and settled back into his chair to wait for the arrival of the other students. It wasn't long before they began shuffling in, bleary-eyed but in that odd cheerful chatty way the first day of school evokes in most people. A pretty girl with long blond hair slid into the seat on Ianto's left and smiled widely at him, "You look very prepared."

"I've found I scare people away before I've had my morning coffee and you never know who you're going to meet on the first day," Ianto quirked his lips in a half smile and gave her a quick wink as he took a long sip of coffee. Inwardly, he groaned and mentally noted not to channel Jack when chatting up a pretty girl, even if it was only by accident. He checked his watch for the time and then craned his neck around the room.

"Looking for someone?" The girl next to him asked.

Ianto gestured to the empty seat next to him that was loaded with the coffee and book, "One of my roommates. He should be here by now."

"You brought him coffee and his book?" She raised her delicate eyebrow at him.

Ianto laughed as he checked his phone to see if Jack had messaged him, "The coffee is a bribe to get him here on time. He's a beast until he's had some, but his own coffee is rubbish. I brought the book to save his chair and he would probably forget it anyway."

"That's sweet of you."

Ianto groaned, "Sweet? That word is death to a bloke's chances."

She swatted his arm and then duck down to dig through her giant purse for a notebook. Upon discovery of it she sat up with a triumphant grin, "Sweet is good. I'm Siobhan by the way."

"Ianto Jones," he returned, shaking her hand politely as the professor entered.

The class was taught by Wilfred Mott, who was basically Jack's great-grandfather, though they weren't technically blood related. Wilfred's granddaughter, Donna Noble, has been best friends with Doctor John Smith since they were children so Jack considered them family and Ianto had met them all several times. The two boys, Jack and Ianto, adored the tottering old man and so they planned to take the course together once there was space in their schedules.

Ten minutes into class Ianto was hit in the head by a paper airplane. He rolled his eyes as he opened the plane and frowned as he read the note: "Ianto – Turns out Gwen is in our class so I'm sitting with her in the back. Pass me my coffee?"

Ianto blinked at the note in surprise. Siobhan leant over and whispered, "What is it?"

Wordlessly he handed over the note and allowed a self satisfied smile to cross his features when she swore under her breath. Ianto took the note back and nodded, "He's kind of an arse."

"Hand me the thermos," Siobhan gestured for the coffee. He reluctantly handed it over to her and watched in surprise as she twisted off the lid and downed the entire coffee. Ianto's eyes widened as she put the lid back on and passed it along with the book to the bloke behind her, "Could you pass this back to the prat in the camp coat."

"What did you think of the coffee?" Ianto asked with a casual raised eyebrow.

"Orgasmic," Siobhan told him decisively as she turned to face the front again.

After class had finished, Ianto bid farewell to Siobhan and made his way to the front of the class to say hello to Professor Mott. The older man smiled widely upon recognition, "Ianto Jones. It's good to see you. Where's Jack then? I don't think I saw one of you without the other this summer. I was beginning to think you were attached at the hip."

Ianto shrugged, "We didn't sit together."

Wilfred Mott nodded wisely at something over Ianto's shoulder, "I see. It's always a girl isn't it?"

The Welshman turned in time to see Jack appear suddenly with Gwen trailing behind him, her expression half confused and half bemused as Jack threw himself at their Professor. She seemed to decide that it would be much safer to talk to Ianto so she turned to him and said, "Good morning. I'm so glad that you two are in my class. I was afraid I was going to have to spend the entire day alone."

Ianto forced himself to return her gap-toothed grin with a smile of his own, "Lucky coincidence I guess."

"Gwen, meet my grand dad," Jack directed her. Ianto took the distraction as an excuse to make his escape. He gave a quick wave and turned rapidly on his heel.


"How do you always arrive everywhere before me?" Jack griped as he slid into the booth next to Ianto, "I know for a fact that your class is across campus while mine is right next door."

"You get easily distracted," Ianto told Jack primly as he tucked a paper napkin into his collar.

Jack clasped the younger boy gently on the shoulder, "I'll concede to that."

"Owen is joining us for lunch, but Tosh has a lecture," Ianto told him, eating a chip in attempt to ignore Jack's hand as it slid along his shoulder.

"So is Gwen," Jack told him, nodding at the pair who appeared in the doorway of the dining hall.

Ianto greeted his two house mates as they joined them in the booth and Jack took the distraction as an opportunity to run his fingers through the soft curls at the base of Ianto's neck. Jack began outrageously flirting with Gwen, but kept his hand where it was: stroking the slight indentation where Ianto's neck joins his skull. Ianto was resolutely ignoring him, but when Jack began scratching his fingers against the patch of sensitive skin behind his ear, Ianto couldn't resist leaning into his touch.

A deep chuckle rumbled out the back of Jack's throat in response, "Are you done being cross with me for not sitting with you then?"

Ianto blinked his eyes open slowly as if he couldn't remember that they had fallen shut. Recovering, he shoved Jack's hand away and folded his arms across his chest, "I'm not cross. I was able to chat up a very fit girl without you there to cock things up."

"Good on you, Ianto." Owen told him through a mouthful of half chewed fish, "Martha is having a party tomorrow night – you should invite her along."

"I just met her," Ianto protested, "I don't even know if I like her."

Owen snorted, "You said she's pretty. Isn't that enough? Though if she is pretty then you might want to check to see if Jack or I have had her already."

"She's a transfer student. I doubt even Jack has had the time."

"Oi, I'm not that bad," Jack protested, returning his hand to Ianto's hair.

Owen ignored him, "Well then I think you should fuck her."

Gwen gaped at him and smacked him lightly on the arm, "Owen. That's so crass."

"Yeah Owen," Jack smirked at him, "How dare you say such a thing."

The medical student sneered at Jack, "So, how are you going to handle this one? Are you going to shag her or just piss all over Ianto whenever she's around?"

"Fuck," Ianto swore and pulled away as Jack's nails dug into his scalp, "That hurt Jack."

"Sorry," Jack apologized sullenly and moved his hand away and down onto his own lap.

Ianto rolled his eyes at the other boy's antics and told Owen, "You can't blame Jack for the complete failure of my sex life last year. I still wasn't ready to be with anyone."

"And you're ready now?" Jack asked: an unreadable expression on his face.

Ianto shrugged, "It's been two years since Lisa. I think it's time."

Gwen couldn't resist the urge to ask, "Who's Lisa."

"My ex-girlfriend –the dead one I mentioned last night." Ianto stated bluntly.

Gwen blinked at him open mouthed: her face was the very definition of the term surprised. She opened her mouth and then closed it, repeating the process several times, in a perfect imitation of a goldfish, before going with: "Oh. I'm sorry."

Ianto shrugged and attempted a smile which instead made him look desperately weary, "It wasn't your fault."

Suddenly struck by how young the boy appeared and desperate to change the subject, she asked, "How old are you Ianto?"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden change in question, "A year younger than you I should think. I skipped a form. Jack took a gap-year so he is two years older than me."

"Not to mention you're a late baby," Jack teased, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Owen snorted in amusement as Ianto leaned over to give Jack a quick kiss on the lips. In retaliation Ianto gave Owen a swift kick under the table before giving Jack a more lingering kiss: allowing his tongue to dart out and swipe across the salty residue left behind of Jack's lips by the chips he had been eating. He then pulled away and patted his hand as he stood, "I've got another class. I'll see you all back at the Hub."

Gwen eyed the laughing Jack shrewdly, "You shouldn't lead Ianto on like that: Especially if he is still in a vulnerable state from losing Lisa."

Owen rolled his eyes at Gwen and Jack laughed again, "Did it look like I initiated that? Besides, it's only a bit of a snog Gwen. You and I could do some kissing if it would make you feel better."

Gwen blushed, "I have a boyfriend."

The cocky smirk plastered on Jack's face somehow managed to be charming, "He could always join us, or, failing the boyfriend, you could join me and Ianto. I for one am always up for a good ménage à trois."

Owen groaned and threw a crisp at Jack, "As exciting as you may think your sex life may be: I for one would rather not waste my entire break on it. Therefore, I think I'll follow Tea boy's example and head to class. Do you know who's making supper tonight?"

"Ianto is going to do it until we get a rotor set up that works with everyone's schedules. I'm taking him to the store after his lecture gets out."

Owen nodded, "Any chance of you distracting him from finalizing it for a few weeks? None of you could cook to save your lives… unless, Gwen?"

"Sorry," Gwen apologized, "I'm pretty much useless at anything other than soup in a can."

"Great," Owen grumbled, "We've got two beautiful women living with us, but it's the burly Welshman we've got in the kitchen with the apron."


Tosh looked up in surprise at the sudden tapping of knuckles on her wooden doorframe. She pulled off her glasses to reveal the form of her new roommate, "Hi Gwen. Did you find everything in the lavatory okay?"

"Yeah, thanks for clearing off that shelf in the shower for me," Gwen replied. She looked around curiously at the three flashing monitors on Tosh's desk. Next to them was a half assembled laptop with its circuit board open surrounded by various bits of metal, wires, and tools. "What's all this then?"

Tosh slid her glasses back on, "Just a bit of a project I was working on this summer. I got bored so I built a new laptop for Ianto. His is rubbish. I'm just waiting for him to transfer all his information to an external hard drive for me so I can get it set up on this one."

Gwen perched herself on the end of Tosh's bed and after a few minutes asked, "So, what's the deal with Ianto and Jack?"

"I've said before that Jack would shag anything if it's gorgeous enough and there's no denying that Ianto is gorgeous. However, I am not under the impression that they are anything other than friends."

Gwen looked doubtful, "Friends who kiss?"

Tosh shrugged and smiled, "You've met Jack – is it really that much of a surprise? He's a very tactile person. I guess his birth mum is kind of a free spirit so he was raised to show affection in physical ways even in platonic situations."

"I suppose that makes sense," Gwen laughed, "He's something, that's for sure."

Turning back to her keyboard, Tosh began typing in a few figures, "Don't let the flirting put you off though. He's not as a big of a player as he acts and is perfectly able to be monogamous."

The sounds of Glenn Miller trickling through the walls reached Gwen's ears and she smiled dreamily as she thought about Jack, for once not bothering to mention her boyfriend Rhys.

Tosh wondered when Gwen was planning on leaving her room.


"This is really terrible music to fuck to," Ianto grunted as he slammed his hips into Jack. "The rhythm is all wrong and it's too slow."

Jack moaned and gripped the headboard, which causes the tendons in his arm to strain in such an appealing way that Ianto could not resist leaning down to lick a long stripe up the throbbing muscle. After a few deep breaths, Jack managed to gasp: "Is now really the time to be criticizing my music selection?"

Ianto thrust deeper, plummeting into the hot wet sieve of Jack's arse, "I'm not criticizing it. I'm simple suggesting that it is not the appropriate accompaniment for the current activity. This music is made for making love, not one best friend fucking his other best friend into a mattress so hard that he will not be able to sit properly for a week."

Jack slid his hands up Ianto's damp back, stilling him, and, grazing his teeth across a tight hardened nipple, whispered: "We could make love."

Ianto snorted, pushed in agonizingly slowly and muttered through a mostly breathless gasp, "Don't be stupid."

Jack rolled his hips enticingly, but Ianto used the movement to his advantage and pressed firmly against Jack's prostate. Jack mewled and muttered, "Change of plans, Ianto. Make love to me tomorrow. Right now, I need you hard."

"As you wish," Ianto teased: biting down hard on Jacks shoulder and swirling his tongue in a way that was sure to leave a mark. He began snapping his hips in a quick fashion and soon brought them both to screaming climaxes. They collapsed in a sweaty heap while regaining their breath.

"Stay with me," Jack told the younger boy, "Don't go back to your room tonight."

He rolled away from Jack and off of the bed. He pulled off his shirt from where it had landed on top of a lampshade, "We haven't even had dinner yet, Jack."

Jack emerged lithely from the bed and stood, pressed behind Ianto, helping him do up his buttons, "After dinner then. Will you stay with me tonight?"

Ianto twisted around to stare at Jack with a slightly confused expression. After a moment he relented, "If it means that much to you. "

Pressing a kiss to the back of Ianto's neck, Jack flopped back down onto his bed in a sprawled open leg position which hid nothing from Ianto's appreciative glance. He smiled suggestively and trailed his hand down to his softened cock, "I wonder if I could persuade you to stay for another round."

"You wouldn't get dinner then and there are not enough nutrients in my semen to sustain you," Ianto told him as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips and disappeared through their joint lavatory.

"This is just awkward," Ianto said, staring up at the dark ceiling. Dinner had passed without incident and after another round of what he would term 'bloody fantastic sex' Jack had insisted that Ianto hold to his promise of staying. They were currently lying with a pillow width between them.

Jack turned on his side to view the other boy, "Nobody said you had to lie on the other side of the bed. This isn't exactly what I had in mind?"

"You wanted to cuddle?" Ianto asked incredulously; raising an unseen eyebrow at the other boy.

Jack seemed to have heard it in his tone because he flipped over so his back was to Ianto and mumbled, "I wanted you in my bed. You might as well not be if you're all the way over there."

Ianto chuckled lightly and scooted closer to the older boy until he was spooned against his back. He pressed kisses along Jack's shoulder until the American's tense pose relaxed, "I'm sorry Jack. I'm just new to whatever this is… I didn't know that cuddling is allowed."

Jack slid his legs back so they were tangled up with Ianto's, "I like touching you."

The bed creaked as Ianto nestled his crotch against Jack's arse. He thought about protesting that they were just fuck buddies and that in none of the stories he had heard about such relationships were there any cuddling. He thought about insisting that he needed the distance in order to keep his emotions away from the situation. Instead he said, "Go to sleep Jack."

"I want to be the big spoon," Jack insisted, flipping around, "Switch with me."

"We're the same size," Ianto told him, "Why do you get to be the big spoon?"

Jack pondered this for a moment, not understanding why he had been denied his request. After a bit he came up with what he thought he could pass as an adequate reason, "Because you got to top today... twice."

They were so close their noses were bumping as Ianto responded, "Well I think that we should continue the trend of the evening so therefore I think that I should be the big spoon."

"If you are the little spoon I will give you a hand job before you go to bed," Jack told him, giving him a deep, long, lingering kiss.

"Are you bribing me?"

Jack slid his large slightly rough hand down Ianto's thigh, "Would it work?"

Instead of seeing Ianto's head shake, Jack could feel it. His voice was hoarse as he turned around saying: "Nope, but I'll relent anyway: Just as long as you go to bed."

Jack crowed in delight and scooped the other boy towards him. He curled up impossible close, threw a leg over Ianto's thigh, an arm across his chest, and pulled the blankets around them. His nose buried itself in the soft hair at the nape of Ianto's neck and as he breathed in the smell of his lover he decided, "This is nice."

Ianto murmured a noise of agreement. He had just been falling asleep when Jack spoke up suddenly, "Did you still want that hand job?"