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Librarian Heat by werewolftoby
One might've been able to tell that Ren was a librarian at first glance: neat, tidy and conservatively dressed, with combed brown hair and glasses, an argyle sweater and matching songs with wingtips and slacks with suspenders, he was exactly the stereotype of a mild-mannered bookkeeper. And indeed that was just what he was: shy, quiet, gayer than a stack of pink fairies.
His job was good for him, he stood at his desk reading, keeping an eye on the patrons, while also maintaining silence. It was pretty nice.
However, one summer afternoon, the air conditioner had unexpectedly shut off, and while waiting for repairs he realised how hot he was getting in the quiet building.
Ren wiped the sweat from his brow, cursing the broken air conditioner under his breath. As the temperature in the library rose steadily, he could feel his patience wearing thin. The once peaceful atmosphere now felt suffocating, the stillness weighing heavy on his shoulders.
It was so hot inside that even some of the pages were wilting in the book he read.
No-one who was anyone wanted to spend anytime in the library today, except Ren. It had been a dead zone all day and it looked like the repairman wasn't going to show up any time soon.
Frustrated and feeling like he was on the verge of melting into a puddle right there at his desk, Ren made a split-second decision. He glanced around the empty library, took a deep breath, and then swiftly unbuttoned his sweater, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. Next went the suspenders, loosening the tight grip they had on his slacks. He rolled up his sleeves methodically, the cool air kissing his skin providing instant relief.
At that moment he heard the bell as someone entered the library.
The bell above the library door chimed as a figure stepped inside, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the space. Ren turned, his heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and defiance at being caught in such a state of undress. The newcomer was an attractive young man with tousled frosted hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes, dressed in a blue boiler suit.
Their eyes met and Ren could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he stood there, sleeves rolled up and suspenders hanging loosely by his sides. The young man sauntered over to Ren, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight before him.
"Hot day for the air conditioner to break, huh?" the young man said with a chuckle, a playful glint in his eyes.
Ren felt a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at the situation. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, it seems that way," Ren replied, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "You must be the repair man?"
"You got it," said the lad, giving a playful little thumbs-up. "Where is the piece of crap?"
Ren pointed towards the room behind the desk where the faulty air conditioner was located, grateful for the distraction from his impromptu striptease. The young repairman whistled low under his breath as he assessed the unit, muttering some choice words about shoddy maintenance practices.
As he went to work on fixing the air conditioner, Ren couldn't help but steal glances at the repairman. There was something captivating about the way he moved with easy confidence, his hands deftly working on the machine as if he was born to do it. Ren found himself admiring not just his skill but also the way his boiler suit hugged his frame in all the right places.
Trying not to stare, especially as the lad bent over, Ren swallowed and went back to cataloguing.
The repairman finished fixing the air conditioner with a satisfied grin, wiping his hands on a rag before turning to face Ren. "All set now," he announced, flashing a charming smile that made Ren's heart skip a beat.
When he turned around, Red noticed how sweaty he was, and nearly fainted at the sight of his buttons being half opened revealing a nicely toned, hairy chest. "Oh! Thank you, w-will it work now?"
The repairman chuckled. "It should be working like a charm now. But if you encounter any more problems, don't hesitate to give us a call." He winked before grabbing his tools and heading towards the door.
Ren stood there, feeling a mix of relief that the air conditioner was fixed and a pang of disappointment that the repairman was leaving so soon. As the young man made his way out, he turned back with a grin. "Oh, and by the way, I think you might want to keep that sweater off for a while. It's still pretty warm in here." With a final wink, he was gone.
Ren blushed furiously, but at least that could be played off as just the heat.
For the rest of the afternoon, all Ren could think about was the cute repairman with the playful `tude and form-fitting outfit. Thankfully the air con came on and the building started to ease off the volcanic temperature. And, because the compliment felt good, he did something daring and kept his sweater off and shirt open until closing time, just wondering if it was actually a good look on him. There was a couple of customers but other than that it was a very long, very frustrating day, both professionally and sexually.
As closing time approached, Ren found himself tidying up the library with a newfound spring in his step. The memory of the flirty repairman lingered in his mind, making him feel bolder than usual. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he could muster the courage to ask the repairman out for a drink after work.
Just as Ren was lost in thought, the telltale sound of the damn air con stuttering again caught his attention. The machinery just once again died.
"Oh, you have to be kidding..."
Sighing in exasperation, Ren made his way back to the faulty air conditioner, already dreading having to call the repairman back after such a short time. As he approached the machine, he noticed a faint smell of something burning, causing his heart to sink. It seemed like the problem might be more serious than just a simple fix.
Oh, but oh!
This meant that if he hadn't clocked off already, he might be able to catch the repairman again, he could call him and...
"No, no," he breathed, telling himself that he shouldn't be so silly; the lad was probably straight, and he would no doubt be annoyed at having to return again in one day. Even so, he had another day to think about; he didn't think he could stand tomorrow if it was as hot as today. No, he picked up the phone and dialled the number with sweaty thumbs.
"Hello, this is Ren from the library again. The air conditioner has stopped working once more, and I think I smell something burning this time. Could you come back to take a look?" Ren asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.
There was a moment of silence before the repairman's voice came through the line, sounding surprisingly warm and inviting. "Hey, Ren! Sure thing, I'll head back your way. Don't you worry, we'll get it sorted out. See you soon."
Ren couldn't help but feel a spark of hope at the repairman's friendly response. Maybe this was just wishful thinking, or simple arousal, but he really thought he could hear flirtation on his lips.
While waiting, Ren hung up the closed sign and debated baring some more skin, deciding to unbutton another button on his shirt. He couldn't resist the thought of the repairman seeing him like this, a bit more vulnerable and exposed. The anticipation of his return made Ren's heart race, his mind imagining all sorts of scenarios that could unfold once the repairman arrived. Before long, there was a knock on the door, and Ren's breath caught in his throat as he made his way to open it. The repairman stood there, with that same charming smile but this time accompanied by a playful glint in his eyes.
"I'm back," he said with a smile.
Ren felt a rush of excitement and nerves as he welcomed the repairman back into the library. The air was filled with a charged energy, both from the faulty air conditioner and the undeniable chemistry between them. Ren couldn't help but steal glances at the repairman's rugged features, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the broken air con.
The repairman got down to work, his movements confident and skilled as he inspected the malfunctioning machine. Ren watched him intently, admiring the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he worked.
It was getting late and work still wasn't finished.
"Can I get you some water, or anything... what was your name again?"
The repairman looked up from his work with a grin. "You can call me Jack," he replied, wiping a smudge of dirt from his cheek. "Water would be great, thanks."
Ren hurried to fetch a glass of water, feeling a rush of excitement at the chance to spend more time with Jack. As he handed the glass over, their fingertips brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Ren.
"Thanks, Ren," Jack said, taking a sip before setting the glass down. "I think I've fixed the issue this time. It was just a loose wire causing the burning smell."
Ren couldn't help but admire Jack's body, the way his boiler suit clung to his sweaty back as he worked, and as he stood there he grew more restless.
Jack, meanwhile, broke calm, "shit, gotta just," he rolled on to his back on the floor and started working under the air con unit, and as he did so, a few buttons on his suit came open, revealing a generous portion of his chest, nearly all the way down to his abs.
Ren couldn't tear his eyes away from the tantalising view in front of him. His heart raced as he watched Jack work on the air conditioner, the sight of his exposed chest stirring something deep within Ren. He found himself stepping closer, drawn to Jack in a way he couldn't explain.
As Jack adjusted something inside the machine, his gaze flickered up to meet Ren's, and in that moment, the tension crackled between them like electricity. Without thinking, Ren reached out a hand to help stabilise the air conditioner, their fingers brushing once again.
A charged silence hung in the air as they locked eyes, the intensity of the moment palpable. Ren awkwardly smiled. "Ah, uh, sorry," he stuttered.
Jack remained cool, and grabbed Ren's hand, pulled it back, then slipped it down his bare chest.
Ren's breath caught in his throat as Jack guided his hand down his chest, the heat of his skin searing into Ren's palm. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as he felt the firm muscles beneath his touch, a rush of desire washing over him. Jack's eyes held a smouldering intensity as he watched Ren's reaction, a silent invitation hanging between them.
Unable to resist any longer, Ren leaned in closer, the air crackling with anticipation.
Jack waited for the kiss, the desperate hungry kiss, and when it came he couldn't help but chuckle at the fumbling, over-eager contact. "Bit rusty, Ren?" he purred, eyes glimmering with mischief.
Ren blushed furiously at Jack's teasing but couldn't contain his own grin. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The air between them was charged with unspoken desires and Ren found himself getting lost in the depths of Jack's eyes.
Jack cupped Ren's face gently, his touch sending shivers down Ren's spine. "I don't mind a bit of rust," Jack whispered before closing the gap between them in a slow, lingering kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, a rush of heat and need surging through both of them. Ren melted into the kiss, losing himself. This was a supremely sexual man, someone who could make anyone, man or woman melt, and it was Ren who played the victim. He let Jack take control, his hands roaming Ren's body with an assured touch that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Ren's head spun with desire as he surrendered to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations that Jack awakened within him. Every brush of skin against skin ignited a fierce longing that consumed them both, a primal need driving them closer together.
Their kiss deepened, bred by a raw passion that burned hotter with each passing moment. Ren's hands found their way to Jack's broad chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his fingertips. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch and caress speaking volumes of the unspoken connection between them.
"Now you got it," smirked Jack, pushing Ren's hands away with a wicked smirk.
Surprised, mouth open and shining with saliva, Ren watched Jack slowly back away towards the reading table, the huge expanse of wood there flat and waiting. He pushed his ass up against the edge and bit his lip, urging Ren to come.
Ren's eyes widened at the sudden turn of events, but the desire he felt for Jack was too strong to resist. He stumbled forward, his hands reaching out to grab Jack's hips as he straddled the table.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat from their lips mingling with the rush of adrenaline that surged through him. Ren moaned softly, feeling the erection that ached between his legs brush against Jack's. The sensation was overwhelming, causing him to grip Jack's hips tighter, pulling them even closer.
Jack laughed lightly, the sound mingling with the air con starting up. He pulled open his boiler suit all the way and let it slip over his shoulders revealing that he was naked underneath the whole time. Ren's eyes widened in shock but the desire in his depths only grew stronger. His hands trembled as they reached out, fingers ghosting over the smooth skin of Jack's torso before finally cupping his erection.
Their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, the tension between them reaching a breaking point. Jack's breath hitched as Ren's grip tightened, his own arousal now fully manifest. He groaned softly, thrusting into Ren's hand.
Jack smiled at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Show me what that librarian mouth can do..."
Such a filthy suggestion, it actually stopped Ren in his tracks, his sweaty body shuddering with anticipation as he contemplated the nasty idea. He hesitated for just a moment, his mind reeling with an intoxicating mix of lust and fear, and then without warning, he leaned in and swiped his tongue over Jack's wide, engorged head, savouring the salty taste that filled his senses.
Jack's eyes nearly bulged as the sensation of Ren's tongue on him washed over him. His grip tightened on the reading table behind him, and he bit back a groan of pure, unadulterated need.
Ren licked him again, more insistently this time, his tongue plunging down the sweaty shaft, tasting the sexy salt and semen taste dripping from the tip. He moaned around Jack. His lips wrapped around the head of Jack's throbbing erection, his fingers stroking the shaft. He gazed up at Jack through his lashes, hungrily swallowing every inch of him.
Jack thrust into the sensation, his hips bucking involuntarily. He swallowed hard, tossing his head back in ecstasy. His eyes were closed, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure that was taking him away.
Ren reveled in the sight of Jack's luscious, swollen member sliding into his mouth and sliding down his throat. He began to move his head slowly, swallowing as much of Jack's erection as he could, relishing the salty taste of his flesh.
Letting out a low moan, Jack's his fingers gripped the edge of the table as he steadied himself. His entire body was tensing, his muscles straining in pleasure as Ren's mouth enveloped him.
So painfully inexperienced at this, he was surprised when Jack forced his length harder against his throat, making him gag on the head.
"Yeah," growled Jack, clearly loving the sensation.
Something about that sent Ren into a fever, pushing himself to take more of Jack's length, each thrust sending shivers of arousal through him. He pulled away, gasping for air as Jack's pulsing erection stood before him, glistening with saliva.
"Fuck, Ren, you're doing amazing," panted Jack, his breath ragged.
Ren's eyes burned with newfound confidence. He wrapped his lips around Jack's head again, sucking and swallowing loudly as he bobbed his head up and down. His hands gripped Jack's hips, pulling him deeper into his mouth with each thrust. Their bodies literally shook with each other's touch, and Ren's head was spinning. It felt like his whole being was going up in flames, his heart pounding so hard he was sure it would leap out of his chest, and his lungs felt like they might burst as he gulped in air.He looked up at Jack, his eyes pleading for approval. Jack's eyes were fixed, wide and glassy. He looked like he had never felt this way before but was powerless to resist it.
"You're amazing, Ren. Stop, stop, ahhh," Jack whispered hoarsely, a vein throbbing in his sexy cock.
Ren stopped, eyes wide and watery, mouth wide and dripping, he looked up at him, begging for more.
"No, no..." he chuckled naughtily, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. "Now I get to fuck you, yeah? Bend over the table, now."
Ren's eyes flared with lust as Jack's command sent a shiver down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, still catching his breath, but his desire to please Jack was stronger than ever. Gripping the edge of the table, he pushed himself up and bent over it, exposing his tight entrance to Jack's hungry gaze.
Jack's hands shook slightly as he reached down to his own erection, already leaking with precum. He positioned the tip of it at Ren's entrance, running it back and forth, teasing Ren with each stroke.
"You want this, don't you?"
"Oh, god yes!" he begged, thrusting himself back and forth, hole itching for fulfilment. "Fuck me, god fuck me..."
Jack smirked, his eyes dark and hungry. He pushed the head of his erection into Ren's entrance, and Ren let out a strained moan, his body trembling at the sensation. Jack thrust slowly, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both tender and wild, causing Ren to moan and gasp.
Ren's heart pounded in his chest as Jack filled him, the feeling of being possessed by Jack's cock both exhilarating and terrifying. He closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure, his body arching back as Jack thrust deeper and deeper.
"Does that feel good, Ren?"
Jack rasped, his deep voice resonating in the room as their bodies moved in unison.
"Oh, fuck yes," Ren moaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "I've never felt anything like it."
Jack increased his pace, his hips pounding into Ren's body with a fervor that matched their passion. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with the salty taste of their skin. Ren's breaths came in short gasps, his voice a broken plea as Jack pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh, Jack, yes!!"
Ren's fingers dug into the edge of the table, his nails leaving small indentations as he hung on for dear life. Every thrust carried with it a wave of euphoria, a rush of adrenaline that made him feel both alive and lost at the same time. He could hardly breathe, barely able to form a coherent thought as Jack's relentless pace took him to a place he'd never been before.
Jack's eyes were wild, his face flushed with passion. His hands gripped Ren's hips, pulling him into each powerful thrust, as if he were trying to imprint his cock into his guts. "Always... npph... always wanted to fuck in a library, fuck yeah," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.
Ren's mind whirled with the sheer eroticism of the moment. The silent bookshelves, the soft leather armchairs, the dimly lit lamps casting shadows on the walls - everything about this adventure was driving him wild. He let out a guttural groan, his body trembling with need. His own cock was a dripping wet mess under him, staining the table.
Jack increased his pace, their bodies moving as one. Ren clung to the edge of the table, his fingers digging into the wood as if he could keep himself anchored to reality through the sensation of Jack's cock inside him.
He could hear Jack's ragged breaths, feel his heart pounding in sync with his own. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling with the salty taste of their skin. Ren's taste in Jack's mouth, the sound of their bodies slapping together, it was all so intoxicating. He knew he was close, so close to the edge, to that place where all pleasure and pain merged into one ecstatic explosion.
"Jack... oh, Jack..." Ren moaned, his voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come so hard."
At that, Jack's thrusts became faster and harder, his cock hitting Ren's prostate with each powerful stroke. The sensation of hitting that sweet spot sent a jolt of pleasure through Ren, his body going rigid before collapsing against the table.
"God, Ren, yes!" Jack growled, his hips moving in a frenzy. He could feel Ren's muscles clenching around him, milking him with each spasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
Ren felt a rush of warmth spreading through him, his cock twitching in response to Jack's relentless pace. He came hard, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, staining the table beneath him. The intensity of the orgasm was overwhelming, his whole body convulsing with pleasure. Following close behind, Jack shuddered violently, his cock throbbing as it emptied its contents inside Ren. His release was so powerful it seemed to make the whole room shake.
Finally, they collapsed onto the table, gasping for air and basking in the afterglow of their passion. Ren's entrance was still stretched wide by Jack's cock, and the smell of their mingled fluids and body odour filled the air.
"That was... fuck, Jack," panted Ren, a sweaty heap under him on top of the fucked table.
Jack chuckled softly, still catching his breath. "Was it, Ren? That was something else, wasn't it?" His hands crept up to caress Ren's sides, slowly trailing down to cup his lover's throbbing erection. "You came hard, Ren. I can see it on your face, hear it in your voice."
Ren groaned deeply, feeling the remnants of his ecstasy still coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of Jack's rough touch against his sensitive skin. "Yeah, Jack... you felt so good inside me.
Turning to stand, Jack tugged Ren to his feet and leaned in to kiss him passionately, their tongues dancing together, tasting the remnants of their lust. Ren took advantage of the moment, wrapping his arms around Jack, pulling him closer, feeling the evidence of his own arousal against Jack's thigh.
With a soft chuckle, Jack stepped back, breaking the kiss but not the connection. "I think we've made quite the mess here," he said, gesturing towards the stained table and the scattered books.
"Well then, it's a good thing I work here," he said with a satisfied smirk. Shucking his shirt he began to clean up, picking up books and wiping down surfaces. "I guess I'll have to spend a bit more time cleaning up today, but it's worth it for that."
Ren watched Jack's muscular form move about the room, wiping sweat from his brow and pulling on his sweaty clothes. His erection was still prominent, and Ren couldn't help but be turned on by the sight..
Suddenly, Jack turned back to Ren, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Ren, I think your air con might need a bit more... servicing, if you know what I mean."
Ren blinked, his mind whirling with the implications of Jack's words. The idea of having Jack fix the air conditioning as a euphemism for more sex sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he was in for more heat, and his body was already responding to the suggestion.
"Well, Jack, as long as you're the one doing the fixing," Ren said with a smirk, his eyes never leaving Jack's toned body. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.
Jack grinned wickedly, his eyes unfocused and full of arousal. He moved closer, one again stripping off. As their fingers lightly grazed each other's skin, they knew that despite the mess they had made, Jack would make sure the air conditioning was fixed perfectly. Jack's promise of more heat only fuelled Ren's desire, and he knew that standing in front of him naked, Jack was the only one capable of providing him with the satisfaction he craved.
And in that, Ren learned that sometimes, it was okay to be noisy in a library.
END.