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 smiled at the story, spellbound by the romance of it. It was a lot more romantic than being the nurse who gave Danny a positive result.

"I love hearing that," he said. "You light up when you talk about that moment."

[london_spy]

"It changed my life," Danny said seriously. "You only get so many moments like that, I think."

[just_hex]

"I believe that's true," Hex said. "And I believe the right person will come into your life exactly when they're meant to. When we need them- for good or ill."

[london_spy]

"Like you came into mine," Danny replied.

[just_hex]

He smiled at that and held his hand out to Danny to get him to join him on the bed.

"Like you came into mine," he replied.

[london_spy]

Danny moved to sit with him, then smiled and settled onto Hex's lap instead.

[just_hex]

Hex wound his arms round Danny and pressed his head to the man's chest. He could hear his heartbeat and smiled at the sound of it.

"I like this shirt. It's soft. And you smell nice," he said affectionately.

[london_spy]

"Yeah? I just wore it because I don't have many to pick from," Danny confessed with a soft chuckle.

[just_hex]

"I like it," he said, comfortable with the loose hug and listening to Danny's heart. "I should probably clean all this up."

[london_spy]

"Why?" Danny teased. "Might get some use out of it later," he added, leaning in and kissing the top of Hex's head.

[just_hex]

"Maybe, but not all of it," he chuckled. "I like to keep things tidy. Habit I picked up in the army, yeah?"

[london_spy]

"You must hate my flat then," Danny laughed.

[just_hex]

"Well...a bit," he laughed. "Your flat is chaos. But it's comfortable. Lived in. I don't feel any need to clean for you, if that helps."

[london_spy]

"Good. I hate people tidying up for me. ...Unless they're doing the dishes," he added with a thoughtful look.

[just_hex]

"I wouldn't mind doing the dishes. I think it's...meditative," he smiled. "But I'd rather do other things with you. Given holding you like this or doing the dishes? I'll take this," Hex said.

[london_spy]

"I like this too- Much more than having my dishes washed," he added with a smile.

[just_hex]

Hex's hand slid up to take hold of Danny's face to bring his chin straight, then he kissed him tenderly. He smiled against Danny's lips, happier than he'd ever been.

[london_spy]

Danny returned the kiss eagerly, letting himself get lost in it as the rest of the world faded away.

[just_hex]

Fingers plunged into Danny's thick hair and Hex scratched his scalp and tugged a bit. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, humming softly and smiling still. His tongue glided against Danny's and he delighted in the taste of him.

[london_spy]

Moaning into the kiss, Danny groaned softly and cupped Hex's face in both hands, his whole body lit up and eager.

[just_hex]

"Danny," he whispered into the kiss for no reason. He had nothing to say. He only wanted to feel the shape of the word in his mouth, pairing it with the taste od the man on his lips. Desire raced through him but he rather enjoyed the sweetness of having Danny in his lap, indulging in luxurious kisses and taking his time.

[london_spy]

"You taste lovely" Danny whispered.gasping in pleasure at every pull on his hair, and every touch. "Like the finest treat..."

[just_hex]

Hex noticed every gasp when he tugged so he kept on, flexing and then clutching Danny's hair again and again.

"I want you," he whispered. "You drive me mad with want."

[london_spy]

"Do something about it then, Hex," Danny challenged, his voice low and breathless.

[just_hex]

Hex kissed him and held him and twisted so he could deposit Danny on the bed. He laid half on top of him, indulging in kiss after kiss until his lips were tender and sensitive. He reached blindly for Danny's fly and when he popped it open he reached inside to fondle him with his pants as a thin barrier keeping skin from skin.