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"It feels amazing. You feel so good, Hex," Danny moaned. "Oh, fuck, Hex... Please."

He held him close, his hand around Danny's cock moving steadily. Never too fast, never too tight, he wanted this to last until they were sweating and spent.

"I've been thinking about this," he said through gasps. "Thinking of you on me. Against me. I think of your mouth. Your body. I think of you all the time, now, Danny."

"I think about you too," Danny confessed, tangling his fingers in Hex's hair and pulling as he started to ride him harder. "Often. ...Especially at night."

He still had a lot of guilt about that, but here and now, he was too focused on his pleasure to care.

Hex's fingers dug into Danny's back and he fluctuated between looking at him and closing his eyes in bliss.

"Often. All the time," he panted. "Fuck, Danny. Danny, God, yes..."

Danny was close, so close, and he covered Hex's hand with his own, pulling them both off at a rapid pace.

"Please, Hex..." he groaned- Right before he came with a sharp cry and a tremble of pleasure, clenching hard around the other man's cock.

He could feel him clenching and pulsing and that coupled with the cry was more than he could stand. He jerked Danny down and down and thrust hard until he spent himself with a loud cry. Hex's head fell forward and he rested it there against Danny's chest, sweat beading on his brow and slicking where they touched.

"Danny," he said softly, at a loss for what else to say.

"Shh," Danny soothed, panting and breathless as he stroked Hex's hair and back, content to stay just as they were a moment longer.

Hex was still, the pleasure of it fading slowly as Danny's body continued to grip him. His breathing slowed and finally he had it in him to look up and seek a kiss.

"You're so special, Danny. Brilliant."

Those were not the words he wanted to say but he kept that sentiment to himself.

"Hardly," Danny laughed breathlessly, returning the kiss with a smile. "This- It's fun though. Us, what we have. It's good... You're good, Hex."

"It is," Hex nodded, stealing one more kiss. "Do you want to clean up? I think I could use a shower, sweaty as I am..."

"I certainly wouldn't say no to washing up," Danny chuckled, lifting up slowly off Hex's cock.

"Desperate for a smoke too."

Hex groaned involuntarily as he slipped from the warmth of Danny's body. He could see it over the man's shoulder in the mirror, the way his fat cock grew longer, the way Danny's ass flexed and slowly tightened again. Maybe next time he'd ask if he could film them.

He got up and headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower and then depositing the condom in the bin. His whole body was glossy with sweat and his hair clung to his forehead.

"Together, yeah?" he smiled.

Nodding, Danny did the same, disposing of the condom and following Hex into the shower.

"Even your shower's lush," he said, looking amused. "I feel like I'm in a hotel or something, Hex."

"It is," he grinned. "It's not me, though. It was all Spencer. I thought when she suggested we be flatmates she meant, you know, a flat. But then she turned up with this, buying it rather than renting it and letting it to me. Oh my god, I wish you could meet her. Maybe we could facetime," he said as he scrubbed up.

"I'd like that," Danny smiled, eager to meet all of Hex's friends.

Alex had been- Well, a loner, Danny had thought. In the end it had been much more complex than that, and all the people he was meeting from the other man's life now weren't friends. Most of them weren't good people at all.

"We should have a night, yeah? Get a bunch of me mates together and go to a pub or something. We can talk, you can meet them all...It'll be great fun," he suggested.

"Maybe not all at once... that might be a bit- Um, overwhelming," Danny replied with an awkward laugh. "You really do go head first Hex. No dipping your toes in the water, just a full on cannonball."

"I don't see any reason to be timid. I've always rushed right in. Maybe a little foolish, but it always turns out in the end," he admitted.

Except with love. That...he had no luck.

"I like that about you," Danny smiled, reaching for the soap and starting to scrub up.

Hex smiled at that then stole the soap to wash Danny's back as the man washed the front. His thumbs pressed into the muscle, washing and massaging at the same time.

"I like how honest you are," he said. "So many people aren't."

"No, they really aren't," Danny agreed, relaxing as Hex washed him. "You're honest too though. Open. ...It's a nice change of pace for me."

Hex was quiet for a long moment. Too long. He needed to think it through before he said anything. In the end he decided to trust Danny.

"I do have a secret," he said. "A big one. But you'll think I'm mad. Barking mad."

"...Alright" Danny laughed, turning and offering a lopsided smile. "You see dead people? Can talk to ghosts? Were abducted by aliens?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Come on, how mad can it be?"

"Abducted by aliens...sort of," he sain. Hex was never very good at hiding his emotions and the look on his face wasn't bashful now. It was fear. Fear Danny would leave.

"Me mate, Ace? She was born in the nineteen sixties. She and that Doctor I mentioned? Well...he's an alien. A Time Lord, actually. And for a while I traveled with them in space. Through time. You really wouldn't believe the things I've seen, Danny."

Danny looked puzzled, then unsettled- Before shaking his head and smiling.

"Funny. You nearly had me there, you know that?" he laughed, shaking his head and giving Hex a playful smack.

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