london_spy | Jack

Jack grabbed Danny's hair and forced his head back down, pushing him into the mattress. It shifted his weight and the angle, making it all the easier to fuck him hard.

"Don't get bossy on me, you little shit. I'll fuck you how I want to," he growled, holding Danny down. He let go the man's hip with the other hand and gave him a sharp smack on the flank.

Danny didn't baulk at the treatment, didn't even flinch at the smack, instead he grunted as he lifted his hips high enough to wedge his hand between himself and the mattress.

The phone had stopped buzzing- Or maybe it hadn't. Maybe he just couldn't hear it anymore over the creaking of the bed and the sharp smack of skin against skin.

The phone had stopped, then began to buzz again. Jack didn't let it bother him. He kicked Danny's knees apart a bit wider so he could get in nice and deep.

"Jerk off," he said. "I can feel you. You need to come so bad. You're so swollen...right...there..." he said, gripping the base of his cock to hold it rigid so he could rub it against the hot bulge of Danny's prostate.

Shoulders trembling slightly, Danny struggled to keep himself upright as he pulled himself off. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, but Danny didn't mind. Sometimes pain was good. Sometimes you needed it to hurt.

He was painting, words well beyond his ability as he hunched forward, slackjawed and jerking off furiously. When he came the pleasure was blinding, his eyes rolling back hard as he crumpled against the bed, arse still high in the air and Jack's cock still deep inside him.

Jack could have gone all night. Danny was exceptionally sensual and that made Jack a bit dizzy. Perhaps, he thought, they could come back to this in a bit once Danny had caught his breath.

Jack leaned forward over him, taking hold of the man's shoulders. He fucked him for another minute or so before he came with panting grunts and a bite to Danny's shoulder.

It took a long moment to catch his breath, then Jack began to lay down tender kisses as he came back to himself.

Danny was still panting, catching his breath and eventually settling in beneath Jack, his face pressed into a pillow as he let out a low groan.

"Fuck, that was- Fuck," he panted, letting out a breathless laugh as he tried to roll onto his back.

He slipped free, holding the condom with one hand to keep it in place. Jack moved easily, letting Danny roll and settle, then laying down beside him and stretching out. Idle fingers ran across his chest and belly.

"We can do it again, and again. All night, if you want," he said with a cocky smile.

And Danny's phone began to buzz again.

Danny laughed at that, smiling warmly, then frowning when he realised his phone was still buzzing.

"Someone's eager," he said, looking a bit stiff as he crawled to the edge of the bed to reach for his trousers and fish his phone from the pocket, answering without looking to see who it was.

"Mmm, 'lo?" he said, sounding as worn out as he felt and glancing back at Jack with a lazy smile.

"Danny? I thought I was going to go to voice mail again," Hex said, a sound of relief rushing into his voice.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're with a mate. I just...I had a bad call and...and he died. I just...I wanted to let you know I love you. Yeah? Life's so short and, erm, just that. It felt important to tell you," He said, his voice finishing off softly.

Jack was still beside Danny, a hand rubbing his back slowly.

Danny's smile faded, and he ducked his head slightly as he spoke.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Do you- Do you need me to come see you? I can, if you need me. I always can be there when you need me, Hex. I love you."

"No. No, I don't want to interrupt you. Have a good time. I just really needed...I needed to talk to you. I love you, too," he said. "Just a bad night, is all. Are you...are you having a good time?" Hex asked.

"I... yeah, I am," Danny said awkwardly. "I can come home though, Hex. ...My new friend is actually someone you know. His name's Jack?"

Jack shook his head violently and waved his hand. He knew Hex, but a couple doses of Retcon had insured Hex didn't know him. Not that he'd admit that.

"Jack?" Hex asked, sounding blank. It was entirely possible he knew someone named Jack. He'd met a lot of people in his club days. "Alright, yeah. Say hi for me," Hex said warmly, thinking nothing at all might be amiss. "You don't have to end your fun. I just really needed to hear your voice. I knew you were busy. Erm, sorry..."

Danny frowned at Jack's reaction, and his heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong here. Really wrong.

"Come get me," he said quietly, his voice far less steady than he'd have liked. "Right now. Please, come get me."

Hex heard it in his voice and didn't hesitate a beat.

"Where are you?" he asked. "We'll be in the ambulance, but we can be there in minutes..."

Jack didn't look at all bothered that Danny wanted to run.

Somehow Jack's calm made it all that much more unsettling, and Danny looked unsure of what to do. He was clever though, and after a beat, he laughed and forced a smile.

"You know what? Ignore me, I'm being a dolt. I don't know what got into me just now. Have a good night, yeah? ...Oh, and do me a favour? That GPS I ordered for the car should have turned up today. It'll need updating though, could you plug it in for me, get it sorted?" he asked, hoping Hex would figure out what he was trying to say. ...After all, they didn't have a car.

Hex paused for a moment, then realised Danny wasn't safe. That upset him more than anything.

"Yeah, alright, yeah. Keep your phone on. I'll find you," he said softly.

Jack could hear him, but hevdidnt let on. He simply smiled and rubbed Danny's back.

"I love you, I'll see you tomorrow," Danny said, hanging up and leaving the phone on as he slipped it back into his jean pocket.

He didn't pull away from Jack, doing his best to act natural.

Hex hung up and immediately opened his app to tell him where Danny's mobile was.

Jack, for his part, was unperturbed

"You didn't tell him I fucked you," he said, fingers tracing up and down Fin's back. "You could have. Why not?"

"He was upset. He was... He was having a bad night. What I want to know though, is why you didn't want him to know I was with you- And why he had no idea who you were," Danny asked.

Jack was quiet for a bit, fingers tracing patters on Danny's skin.

"He won't remember me," he said. He'd made sure of that. "And he doesn't need to be reminded of those years."

"What do you mean? Why won't he remember? What happened? ...What did you do?" Danny asked, turning to look at Jack. "Did you hurt him?"

"Of course I didn't hurt him," Jack scoffed. "Torchwood has things available that means we don't have to hurt people They just don't remember. It's easier that way," he added, fully intending now to dose Danny, too.

Danny exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

"You had no right to do that to him. You don't get to decide what people live with," he said, pulling away and getting to his feet.

"Oh, but I do," Jack replied without moving.

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