Fantasies 2

Shhh!

by Sistine

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sistine/fantasies02.php
Summary: Jack in tweed - what more could you ask for?

Jack shook his head as he replaced the books on the shelf. Why couldn't people put things back where they got them from? It made his job that little bit more frustrating, especially when it was obvious that the books had just been replaced carelessly. That was just disrespectful. He ran his fingertips down the spine of one of the book, caressing it like a lover. He loved books more than he did people. Books were comforting, full of interesting stories whether fact or fiction, and they connected one with the history of the world. If he could find someone with those qualities, he would be happy. But so far, he never had.

"Excuse me?" a voice queried from behind them. "Are you the librarian?"

Turning around, Jack replied, "Yes, I am." Then he froze, unable to believe his eyes. Standing in front of him was a biker - a Hell's Angel, no less. But with his good looks and obvious sex appeal, this man was no ordinary biker. He definitely lived up to the name of Hell's Angel - he was as beautiful as an angel, and clearly sent from hell to tempt Jack. People, Jack corrected himself; sent to tempt people. When the clear blue eyes focused intently on him, Jack realised that he was staring. "How... how can I help you?"

"I'm interested in mythology - Greek, Roman, that kind of thing. Where would I find that stuff?"

"In the classical section, under mythology." If the man had even an ounce of intelligence, he should have been able to work that out. Jack turned back to the shelf, expecting the young man would go away.

"Right. And where would that be?"

Sighing, Jack turned back to the biker. "I'll show you." The man probably wouldn't remember the directions anyway.

As they walked through the library, Jack couldn't help but be aware of the contrast in their appearances: while he was forty-five - or so - and dressed in his favourite tweed suit, the biker was dressed in black leather from head to foot, and obviously only in his late twenties. Jack felt very old and dowdy next to yon Adonis.

"Neat place you've got here," Adonis commented, looking around as if he had never seen the inside of a library before. He probably hadn't, Jack thought nastily; those types didn't exactly hang out here.

"Here's the classical section," Jack stated, waving his hand down one aisle.

"Thanks." Adonis trotted off down the aisle, apparently happy to look for the books on his own.

Relieved, Jack went back to work, trying to put the young man out of his mind. He hadn't failed to notice how good-looking Adonis was, and certain parts of him were traitorously begging for a closer acquaintance. But he wasn't going to do that. It was just a passing fancy, part of his mid-life crisis. He didn't 'do' men; he was straight. Just because he noticed how beautiful the man was, it didn't mean anything. It didn't mean that he wanted to slide the leather jacket from those broad shoulders, lift up the black t-shirt, and kiss his way down the flat stomach to...

'Stop it!' he silently berated himself. 'I am not gay. So stop thinking about him - he's probably a brain-dead idiot anyway - and get back to work!'

"Excuse me?"

Jack groaned quietly. It was the biker again. Slowly, he turned around. "Yes?"

"I can't seem to find the good stuff. You know - orgies, sex... that sorta thing."

Was it Jack's imagination or did Adonis's voice get more sultry on the word 'sex'? His throat suddenly dry, Jack swallowed hard before saying, "There's no, uh, particular books on... that... sort of thing. It's in...lots of books."

Adonis looked away for a moment then back at Jack, apparently embarrassed. "Right, that would make sense." He paused for a moment. "So which book would have the most stuff in it?"

Like he knew the answer to that! "I don't know. You'll have to look through them."

"Okay then, which books are most likely to have stuff about sex in them?" Adonis looked Jack up and down, apparently deciding that someone who dressed in tweed would only have a sex life through reading about it.

Jack bristled at the implied insult. Just because he hadn't slept with anyone for quite some time, it didn't mean that he was desperate enough to rely on books to get any action. Still, he accompanied the biker back to the mythology aisle and pointed out several books that he believed would contain what the customer wanted.

"Thanks again." Adonis reached for a book and then paused to look thoughtfully at Jack, who was still standing there. "I'll be fine from here."

"Right." Jack got out of there rapidly before he did or said something stupid. The word 'sex' was going around in his mind in direct association with Adonis. He had no doubt that Adonis would have his pick of partners of either gender, so he wouldn't be interested in Jack. Even if Jack was interested in him. Which he wasn't. Of course he wasn't.

It was some time later when the biker made a third appearance, but this time it was in the musty back room that was Jack's office. "I was wondering..." he started to say.

"What are you doing back here?" Jack said angrily, absently wondering whether it was wise to provoke a Hell's Angel biker. His office was sacred - the public was not allowed in there.

Adonis gave him a predatory smile, and a shiver ran down Jack's spine. "I was looking for you."

"Why?" As the young man stepped towards him, Jack stepped backwards, nervous but not exactly sure why.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me find those books. They were very... educational." The last word was said in a husky voice, and the look in Adonis's eyes screamed 'sex!'.

"It's my job." Jack shifted uncomfortably, his body again taking an interest in the attractive biker. He ignored the knowing look in Adonis's eyes. "If that's all?"

"Don't you want to know what I found out?" Adonis advanced on the librarian again, backing him up against the wall.

"Not really." There was only an inch of space between them and, looking down, Jack could see that the distance was somewhat less at groin height - the bulge in the black leather pants was impressive. "I'm, uh, I'm not interested," he protested.

"Sure you're not." Adonis put his hand over Jack's burgeoning erection and started rubbing it.

Jack froze, shocked by what was happening. He should put a stop to this right now and let Adonis know that his attentions weren't welcome. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan as long fingers squeezed.

Leaning forward, Adonis whispered seductively into Jack's ear, "Are you sure you don't want to know?"

Jack couldn't reply even if he had wanted to. Pleasure was spreading outwards from his groin, making him feel tingly all over.

The biker shifted his mouth to suckle Jack's neck, starting from just below the jawline to the little indentation at the base. The hand that wasn't busy stroking him was undoing shirt buttons and soon the lips were following the trail of bare skin down the exposed chest.

"Oh god," Jack breathed, the sensations overwhelming. The young man was clearly skilled at this and knew exactly what would make him speechless. The feel of those soft lips against his bare skin... Jack had never imagined that it could feel so good. His hands reached out to hold the young man's head and Jack threaded his fingers through the short brown hair. This was sooo good.

Adonis was on his knees now, his tongue lavishing attention on Jack's navel as he undid the librarian's trousers. The zipper was pulled down slowly, the movement of it scraping against Jack's hard length. Then Adonis pushed down the conservative underwear and took the erection in his mouth.

Jack's legs nearly buckled underneath him from sheer desire. He could feel Adonis's talented mouth around his shaft... ohh, what was he doing with his tongue? "Yes... oh yes," he moaned, bucking gently into the moist cavern.

With one last swipe, Adonis stood up so that he was nose-to-nose with Jack. "Like that, didya, old man?" He took one of Jack's hands and guided it to his own hardness. "Ever had one of these before?"

Jack shook his head, the pleasure making it hard to reply. He wasn't entirely sure what the young man was asking though. Did he mean a blow-job or...

"You're in for quite a surprise then." Adonis grabbed one of Jack's lapels and dragged him over to the desk. "Don't worry," he said as he arranged for Jack to lean over the desk. "You're gonna enjoy it."

His trousers were pulled down to his ankles, and then his legs were nudged a little further apart. Jack heard the sound of another zipper being unzipped. Cool hands skimmed over his buttocks and then something long, hard, and hot was rubbed against the cleft.

"Just relax, old man, and let me drive. Oh, and remember, we're in a library. So, shhh..."

----

"Daniel?"

"Mmmm?"

"Move." Jack had a dead-weight lying on top of him, and it was getting heavy.

"Oh. Sorry."

As soon as his lover rolled off him, Jack turned onto his back so that they could see each other. "I never realised you were so kinky. Sex in a public library, you in leather - which, by the way is a good look on you-"

Daniel looked around at their surroundings. They were actually in Jack's study - the library had just been in their heads.

"-but I have to ask," Jack continued. "Why tweed?"

"Because the shop was all out of centurion outfits," came the innocent reply.

Jack propped himself up on one elbow to look directly at Daniel. Sometimes it was hard to tell when the linguist was pulling his leg. After careful scrutiny, he decided it was one of those times. "Where'd you get the jacket?"

"Actually, I got it from an old friend. I told him I needed it for a costume party."

The satisfied grin on Daniel's face prompted Jack to kiss him hard. Then what Daniel said caught up with him. "You have a friend who belongs to the Hell's Angels?" Jack asked increduously.

Daniel just raised one eyebrow, letting Jack speculate as to how he had become friends with a biker.

Jack thought of several possible scenarios, none of which he liked, and decided he would get the story out of Daniel later. That was, if Daniel was actually telling the truth. Then, as his body started to cool down, Jack realised that he was only half-naked, and that Daniel still had all his clothes on. The linguist had said nothing about that in his briefing about the fantasy. "You seem to be overdressed."

"So I do. Want to help me out?"

Jack grinned at his partner. "You bet." It seemed that the fun was far from over.

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