Jack

[london_spy]

(from here)

That uncomfortable flutter of nerves hit Danny again, and he was surprised by how hard it was to shake them off before nodding and following after Jack. He'd done this so many times, why was this any different? Perhaps because it had been so long, that was all he could think as he brushed the feelings away and found a smile.

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[london_spy]

The words felt good, but Danny struggled to believe them. HE didn't feel gorgeous. Not at all.

"You're beautiful," he said, rather than acknowledge the compliment. Something was nagging at him though, and he wet his lips before speaking again. "Will you tell me how you know Hex?"

[im_torchwood]

"We used to work for the same guy," Jack answered. The truth, but obfuscated. He wasn't sure if Hex had told Danny about the Doctor. Not many people in this century would believe such a tale anyways.

[london_spy]

"Wot, like- In the army, or at the hospital?" Danny asked, a hint of guilt nipping at his soul as he worried what hex might make of him shagging someone he knew.

[im_torchwood]

"No, no. A long time ago. Another lifetime, it seems like," Jack replied. "We were both a lot younger."

One hand moved over Danny's skin, but Jack was content to answer questions and not press for more. It seemed to him Danny needed some answers.

[london_spy]

"He doesn't talk about his past much," Danny confessed, covering Jack's hand with his own and then guiding it to his mouth. Almost idly, he took Jack's fingers between his lips and began to suck.

[im_torchwood]

Jack groaned softly and closed his eyes to delight in the sensation of it for a long moment.

"I'm sure he doesn't. What we did...it's hard to explain without sounding mad."

[london_spy]

Danny dragged his tongue over the digits, then let them slip from his lips.

"You're both so full of secrets. What else do you have in common, hmm?"

[im_torchwood]

"Not much else," Jack replied, tracing the shape of Danny's bottom lip with a wet fingertip. "Nothing else, actually. Except you, now."

[london_spy]

Danny snorted softly in amusement, lips parting and tongue flicking out just a bit to get one more taste of Jack's skin. His hands rested lightly on Jack's arms, but one slowly moved to wedge between them instead, taking the other man in hand.

Watching Jack, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd been with Hex as well- Surprised by how aroused rather than envious the thought made him.

"I want you to fuck me," he said quietly. "Hard. ...Hard enough that he knows exactly what I did tonight."

It was a spiteful desire, but maybe- Maybe he was allowed to be spiteful. Maybe he could be compassionate and giving, and a spiteful prick. Maybe it was alright to want Hex to know that he could be loved by others too- That he was still worth wanting.

[im_torchwood]

Jack's eyes rolled back and his lids fluttered shut as Danny stroked him. Jack was a hedonist and delighted in pleasure and this...this was very good.

"Do you want me to mark you?" he asked. "Leave love bites on your neck, nail marks down your back? Then he'd know exactly how much I wanted you tonight," he breathed.

[london_spy]

"Yes," Danny gasped, swallowing hard and nodding slowly. "I want that."

[im_torchwood]

Jack was infinitely flexible and he lived to make his lovers happy. If Danny wanted savage, he was more than happy to do that.

He bent low to kiss him, but then bit Danny's bottom lip and pulled, hard enough to make the tender flesh puff and swell. He growled softly and let go, only to move to his neck, sucking kisses hard enough to leave bruises that told a tale of their time together.

[london_spy]

Danny's nails dug into Jack's arm, and he let out a whimper that faded to a deep moan.

"Fuck," he panted softly.

[im_torchwood]

He grappled for one arm and took hold of Danny's wrist. His grip was hard, hard enough to leave a mark there, too.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't walk," he promised in Danny's ear. "And you're going to come so hard, Danny. I want you to remember me. Forever."

Jack moved so he could rut against Danny, his cock hot and heavy as he rubbed against him.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't fight, nor did he look startled by the show of aggression. He adapted easily, his hips lifting to meet Jack as they rutted and squirmed like a pair of horny teenagers.

His mind drifted to Hex though, wondering where his lover was right now. Was he at work? Danny couldn't remember. He tried to remember, but Hex's hours changed so often... It was hard. So hard. ...He was hard, so hard- His mind snapped back to the moment, and he gasped as he bucked up harder, not shy at all when it came to his desire.

[im_torchwood]

"God, you feel so good. You're so hot," Jack said, moving again to get between Danny's legs. "Can I taste you? Like this...bare...God, please say yes," he said. Danny had been clear about being careful and Jack wouldn't push him into something he didn't want, but his mouth watered at the thought of going down on him.

[london_spy]

Danny knew he needed to say no, that it wasn't safe- But Danny was also the king of bad choices when it came to his sex life. Lust won out over common sense, and he nodded a little.

If Jack was positive, if Jack was willing to take the risk, maybe it was okay. Just once. Just this one time...

[im_torchwood]

Jack let go of his wrist only to slide his palm against Danny's and lace their fingers together. Then he moved lower, kissing his way down. He nuzzled Danny's cock and left another love bite on his hip for Hex to find.

"Mmm, thick. Perfect," he remarked, then closed his mouth around Danny.

He'd had many, many years of practice and a near infinite amount of lovers. No one in the universe gave head like Jack. And he knew he was good. He had no shame in moaning around his mouthful to let Danny know how pleased he was.

[london_spy]

It felt like forever since he'd last felt someone's lips on his bare cock, and the sound Danny made was a vibration of pure pleasure and need as his hips lifted and his grip on Jack's hand tightened.

[im_torchwood]

He started slow, licking and sucking every inch. There was no hesitation or shame about the wet noises he made. Jack swallowed Danny again and again, taking him in to the very root so the wiry hair tickled his nose and the smell of Danny was thick in his head.

[london_spy]

Danny was gasping, swearing softly as he panted and bucked beneath him.

"Shit... Please- Please, fuck," he babbled.

[im_torchwood]

His chin was a mess, which Jack used to his advantage. He slicked his finger in the wet and nudged Danny's legs apart so he could tease his entrance. Just tease, just press in a little. Jack moaned as his finger slipped in and Danny's body gripped him.

[london_spy]

That was nearly enough to push Danny right over the edge, and it took all his self-control not to come.

"Stop! Stop, you- You have to," he panted.

[im_torchwood]

He drew his finger away and released Danny's cock. His tongue was painted with bitter fluid. He could taste the virus.

Jack didn't go far. He began to kiss Danny's stomach to help bring him back, away from the edge.

"Breathe. Just breathe," he said softly.

[london_spy]

Coming down from the edge was like expecting to drop off a cliff, only to find yourself with miles left to walk first, and he groaned a bit as his body calmed back down.