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 felt hot, his skin prickling all over. And he was hard, so hard he ached. He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and when Danny came back with the blanket and pillow Hex found himself wetting his lips.

"Danny," he said, his voice a low purr. "Let me sleep with you."

[london_spy]

Danny ignored him this time, Willing himself to not be nervous as he started making up the sofa.

"I'll set my alarm, make sure I'm up nice and early... Maybe tomorrow when you're feeling better we can retrace your steps, see what happened."

[just_hex]

"No, no, no...Danny, stop," he purred as he stepped up behind the man as he made up the sofa. He took hold of him by the hips. "Don't keep me out here like you don't even know me."

[london_spy]

Tensing, Danny pulled away again, then turned and looked Hex in the eyes.

"Stop. I'm telling you to stop," he said calmly. "You're a good man, and that's the only reason you're in my flat at all right now, do you understand? Because I know Hex, my Hex, would never act this way."

[just_hex]

"Kiss me, Danny," he said, the sleeping pill kicking in and making his eyes glassy, but he wasn't drowsy. He only felt lust and want as he tried to kiss Danny again. It was soft this time, though. Not frantic, not violent. Just sweet.

[london_spy]

Danny stepped back, then gently pushed Hex onto the sofa.

"If you're good, very good," he said. "If you get some rest and sleep this off, you can share my bed later, alright?" he offered quietly.

[just_hex]

That was enough to please him, and he nodded.

"If I sleep here you'll let me come to bed and make you come so hard you see stars?" he asked. A hand went to his fly and he began to rub the ridge of his cock shamelessly.

[london_spy]

Danny glanced away, then nodded.

"Sure, if that's what you want, alright?" he said softly. "Just, please, go to bed."

[just_hex]

Hex nodded and shot in to kiss Danny quickly. Long enough to get the taste of him on his lips.

"I'll sleep, then we'll be together," he said again before pulling his jeans off and lying down. He covered up and closed his eyes, smiling as he began to touch himself.

[london_spy]

Deeply uncomfortable now, Danny only nodded and locked up the flat for the night, before slipping into his bedroom and slipping into pyjamas, Though he wasn't sure he'd sleep.

[just_hex]

Hex pulled himself off, panting as he came. He couldn't stop, though. Need burned through him and he kept on until he came again. And his hand didn't still, seeking a third time until his knuckles hurt and his cock was sore. Yves's spell wore off and when it did the sleeping pull took hold of him and Hex was dead to the world til morning.

[london_spy]

Danny had locked his bedroom door- Something he'd felt a touch guilty about and forgot all about during his first attempt to open said door the next morning. He rattled it sleepily, then came padding out, barefoot and groggy- But slightly on guard.

Quietly, he made his way to the kitchen.

[just_hex]

Danny was quiet in the kitchen but Hex wasn't a heavy sleeper. The noise of the kettle alone was enough to rouse him. It took him a minute to remember where he was and then it all came rushing back- everything from pulling the doctor to wanking like a maniac. All the things he's said to Danny.

He was mortified.

Hex sat up and grabbed for his clothes, hoping he could sneak out before Danny saw that he was awake.

[london_spy]

Danny was already peeking his head out though, and he tensed slightly before forcing a smile and relaxing.

"I'm going to put the kettle on, do you want to shower while it boils?" he offered quietly.

[just_hex]

For a moment Hex was terrified some horrible truth was going to tumble out but when he opened his mouth he didn't feel the same compulsion.

"Don't you want me to go?" he asked. "I was such a cunt last night..."

[london_spy]

"Yeah, yeah you really were," Danny assured him. "But it wasn't you, Hex. Something happened to you, and I wont hold that against you. ...Go on, just- Wash up, alright?"

[just_hex]

He nodded and got up from the sofa, his pants sticking to him. Feeling that, he knew he needed a shower. He'd just...not wear pants.

He stepped into the shower and the water never got all that hot. He scrubbed up with no complaint, though he did hurry through it. He didn't have time to think too hard on the night before- just enough to wonder what the hell had happened to him to make him do all that. Feel that way. Be so...awful.

[london_spy]

By the time Hex returned, Danny had made two cups of tea and was picking at an orange, finding he wasn't hungry, but knowing he needed to eat.

[just_hex]

Hex was in a towel only and came into the kitchen in search of tea.

"Your water isn't getting hot again," he said. "Oh...can I have part of that?"

[london_spy]

Danny pushed the orange towards Hex with a nod.

"Oh, sorry. Was hoping it would be sorted by now. Council gets to things when they get to them though. I've just been using the kettle and filling the bath."

[just_hex]

He gladly took a wedge and popped it in his mouth. Fresh citrus exploded on his tongue and he closed his eyes for just a moment to savour it.

And then he swallowed.

"Danny...About last night," he started, then paused. "I don't know why I said what I did. It was out of line. I'm sorry."

[london_spy]

"I'm just glad you seem yourself this morning," Danny replied. "You had me worried. Really worried."

[just_hex]

"I felt fine until I had tea with doctor...I can't think of his name now, even. It was something French, I think," he said. "I'm usually good with names."

As a matter of fact he couldn't recall much about the man except that he was sure he shouldn't be forgettable.

[london_spy]

"Server could have slipped something into your tea," Danny suggested with a frown.

[just_hex]

"I imagine so...but why?" he said. Without asking again he took another wedge of orange.