Hex

[london_spy]

(from here)

Looking over at the sound of Hex's voice, Danny sighed, getting onto the train anyway. The car was empty, something that would usually be a rare treat, but now only made it impossible for Danny to hide from the other man.

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[just_hex]

Hex twisted and moved so he could face Danny and kiss him. He was desperate and needy and it translated through the force of the kiss. He felt like an exposed nerve, raw and bright. He was greedy for more and he wanted it all at once.

[london_spy]

Spent though he was, Danny felt alive and awake, kissing Hex hard and rutting against him even though he knew he wouldn't get hard again for a while now. His spent cock twitched, and he whimpered into the kiss as filthy thoughts flooded his mind.

"I want you. In me. On me. Fuck... I want to feel like I'm yours tonight. I want you to fuck me, Hex, like I fucked you. I want to spend the night at your side, bound, stuffed, owned, loved..."

He was babbling, and his heart fluttered. He felt like he was on the best high, even though he was stone sober.

It was a good feeling.

[just_hex]

"You are mine," he replied without thinking too much about it. Another crushing kiss and then he moved Danny to the bed, face down with legs spread. He got him slick, fingers sliding in just enough to get him slick and then he lowered himself onto him and slid in. Hex was barely braced over him, the weight of him crushing Danny into the bed. He fucked him hard, hips shoving in...in...in deep and hard, cushioned only by the soft swell of Danny's cheeks. Hex kissed his back, grunting with each thrust.

[london_spy]

Hex's weight was crushing, but in the best way. It was perfect. This was perfect.

"Please," Danny gasped. "Hex, oh- Fuck, Hex..."

[just_hex]

He was so close from his own fucking that it didn't take long. He tried to make it last, he really tried. He went slow, he moved faster, he kept it shallow...but it was for nothing. He started sinking in deep and hard, long, slick thrusts.

"I'm going to, Danny. God...god, I'm gonna..."

That was all the warning he got before Hex drove in deep and shook with the force of his orgasm. He shouted as he came, so hard it almost hurt.

[london_spy]

It was perfect, and Danny closed his eyes as he groaned and melted beneath him.

[just_hex]

Hex sank onto him, the weight of him pressing down on Danny. He kept his elbows and used his legs to try to lighten himself just a bit. Light kisses tracked across Danny's neck and shoulders.

[london_spy]

"You- You're very good at that," Danny gasped softly, his eyes slipping shut as he let out a content sigh.

[just_hex]

"Thank you," he replied, finally finding it in himself to withdraw And sink beside Danny. In that moment he was absolutely certain he did love him. Him, not an idea of him, not some person he could cling to. He was quickly falling in love and he was absolutely lost.

[london_spy]

Danny stretched out, smiling lazily as he smiled at Hex.

He picked up the rope, then tossed it to the other man.

"I like coming here- I like spending the night with you."

[just_hex]

"You can, anytime you want. I like having you here. I like waking up next to you," he smiled softly.

[london_spy]

"Don't say things like that, I'll move in while you're not looking," Danny laughed. "You'll have a surprise room mate. Would be nice to live with hot water again."

[just_hex]

Hex was quiet for a moment.

"You could. If you wanted. Hot water. Square meals. Low rent. I can ask Spencer if it's okay."

[london_spy]

"Maybe when I get that job... You haven't heard anything, have you?" he asked, daring to sound hopeful.

[just_hex]

"Stanley said he had a line on one. A boom monkey for Sky. News, I think," he said. "Not great, but steady pay."

[london_spy]

"Right. ...Right. I don't know about working for the news," Danny replied, looking uneasy as his smile faded.

[just_hex]

"Danny...don't take this wrong, but...I don't think you're that interesting anymore. People move on. I mean, right now everyone's concerned about the Syrians..." Hex said gently.

[london_spy]

"It's not that- I just... I don't want to work for those people, okay?" Danny said, getting up and grabbing his cigarettes before pulling on his pants.

"I'm going for a smoke," he muttered.

[just_hex]

Hex let him go and waited until he heard him all the way downstairs before he went to the loo to clean up. Then he dressed and went downstairs to try once again for tea since he'd upset Danny.

[london_spy]

Danny smoked more than one, but eventually came back inside to rejoin Hex.

"Look, I'm sorry I snapped. I just- They lied. They covered up Alex's murder, I can't forgive that."

[just_hex]

Hex had the tea made and offered Danny his mug.

"I understand. I do," he said. "I'll tell Stanley to look for something else."

[london_spy]

"I thought you needed a model. What if- What if we filmed something for him? Like, an audition?" Danny suggested quietly. "If I was working, I could pay rent here, and if I rented here, your model would be right next door, right?"

[just_hex]

"You really want to do that?" he asked. Then he smiled. "I'd like that a lot. A lot...if you're sure you want to."

[london_spy]

What Danny wanted was steady work and not to be broke and dependent on Scotty.

"Yeah, definitely," he nodded, "I mean, I don't know if I'll be any good..."

[just_hex]

"I think you will be. You're good looking, slim, and you know how to obey. I'll tell you that it's really not erotic and if we can't get the shot you get kind of sore..." he said, not trying to dissuade him, just being honest.