london_spy

Hex was quiet for a long moment, his demons at war with reason. The urge to drink sometimes was so powerful, all consuming. Like tonight...it was just too hard. But here was Danny, laying it out. No more. It wasn't an ultimatum, but it wasn't a simple request. It was just how things were going to be.

And so he nodded.

No more drinking," he said softly. "Tonight was a mistake. I'll go to a meeting tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after. I will, Danny. I'll make it right."

He rose up as high as he could and covered Danny's hands with his own. He couldn't ruin this. Literally all he'd ever wanted, all he'd dreamed of his whole life, was sitting before him. All he had to do was accept it. That he had, in fact, been this lucky. That he hadn't, in fact, fucked this all up.

"I love you, Danny. I'll be a better man. Not another drop."

He didn't put the same demand on Danny, though. He didn't think the man was ready for recovery. When it was time, it would happen. Hex had faith in that. He had faith in Danny.

"You're already the best man I know," Danny said softly. "I just- I can't watch you crash. ...You're so strong, and you're so kind- You deserve a good life."

Leaning in, he started to move like he was going to kiss Hex, only to turn his head away and start coughing. His throat had been a bit itchy all day, but the coughing soon passed, and Danny swallowed.

"I don't want to stop, but I need a drink. Can we have a moment? We can leave the toy in," he offered, pausing, and then softening the mood. "I'll be good for you. I'll be a good boy, just for you, Hex," he purred, pressing a soft kiss to the other man's jaw.

He nodded and turned his head so he could kiss Danny's cheek lightly.

"Relax. I'll go get you a bottle of water, he said. He rubbed the man's thighs gently, then got up to go fetch it.

In the kitchen the bottle was right there on the counter where he'd left it. He looked at it for a long moment before he picked it up. He unscrewed the top...then poured the whole thing down the drain.

He came back with the water.

"Here we go."

Danny always went with his gut, and when Hex returned he moved off the bed and sank to his knees, parting his lips to take the offered water. He felt a bit dizzy, but he fought that feeling. It was just the come down probably. It always came sooner than you thought it would.

With the utmost care, Hex held Danny's face and tipped the bottle so the man could drink. His erection had flagged a bit, but his cock jerked at the sight of Danny swallowing.

"Are you alright, love? You look a little pale," he said, always worrying and fussing over Danny, even in moments like this.

Danny drank deep, then nodded.

"I'm good, I'm fine. I'm perfect," Danny promised.

Hex smiled softly at that and stroked Danny's hair.

"Such a good boy," he said. He put the bottle on the side table. "Ready for more?"

He was still a little dizzy, but Danny smiled and nodded. He was fine. He could do this.

"Always, Hex. I'm always ready."

He stroked him and petted him for another moment, then took hold of his cock and held it for Danny.

"Suck," he commanded.

Danny parted his lips, then paused and smirked a little as he leant away.

"I don't know if I want to," he taunted.

Hex caught him by the back of the neck, squeezed and pulled.

"I'm not giving you a choice. I don't care what you want," he said, low and firm. He jerked Danny forward and forced himself into his mouth.

Danny moaned around his mouthful. Hex was so beautiful like this, he played the role so convincingly.

Closing his eyes, for a moment all of his focus was on Hex, and offering the other man pure pleasure as he worked his lips over his cock.

Resistance and spirit got him going. Needing to have a firm hand and control made his blood sing. But Hex loved- loved- the way that Danny seemed to enjoy the role of submissive so much. Hex swelled full in his mouth, watching Danny every second as he swallowed him again and again. Hex tugged his hair but only to encourage him.

"Fuck me, you have the perfect mouth. No one gives head like you, Danny," he panted.

Had he not currently been putting those talents to good use, Danny would have agreed. He was good at this. Damn good.

Bound hands came to rest on Hex's thigh and he moaned around his cock.

It took less than a minute for him to swell again completely. Hot and rigid, he thrust into Danny's mouth as the man worked him over. It was bloody brilliant.

"Can you feel it? Feel it in your ass? Does it feel like me cock, Danny? Fucking you while I'm in your mouth, too?" he panted, fingers working in against Danny's scalp.

Danny groaned a little, moving in a way that made the toy shift inside him slightly. He was putting on a show. ...In the end, after all, this was for Hex. Yes, Danny needed this, craved it even, but he wanted Hex to be turned on though. Wanted him to know he could have this, all of this. ...Anything he desired. He took Hex deep then, his bound hands coming up to caress the other man's balls.

Holding Hex's gaze, he tried to say with his eyes everything he couldn't say out loud. You don't need the booze. You don't. You have me, and I love you. I'll always love you, no matter what.

And he would. ...Danny was a hopeless romantic like that.

"Danny...Danny..." he panted, his legs beginning to shake. "You've got to stop...I'm going to...Oh, God," he said, a familiar heat rising in his groin. It came on so fast he couldn't stop himself and a moment later he jerked as he came hard. He hadn't meant to. He'd wanted to make the night last.

Danny didn't mind. ...Alright, maybe a little, but only because he'd wanted to go all night. It felt as if they'd barely scratched the surface.

It was still good though, and the other man didn't stop until Hex was well and truly spent.

Hex wobbled on his feet, finally pulling away and bending over to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry...sorry," he said. "That was bloody brilliant. You're so fucking good. Brilliant. You take me apart, Danny," he added breathlessly. Hex reched out his hand to get Daany to his feet. "Come up. Come up."

Danny let himself be helped up, staying close to Hex the whole time.

"Good. ...Good," he whispered softly.

Hex pulled him in for a kiss, a lazy, slow kiss that burned with passion. Fingers danced over Danny's skin.

"You're the best," he said softly when the kiss broke. "I love you so much, Danny..."

"I know- I love you too, Hex. I know," Danny murmured, feeling dizzy again and this time struggling to stay upright as he caught hold of Hex with bound hands to steady himself.

"I think- I think I need to lay down," he confessed.

Hex caught him quick and held him tight. Concern painted his features as he helped Danny down to the bed.

"Love, I don't think you're alright," he said softly. "Let me untie you. Let's start with that," he said as he began to pick the knot.

Nodding, Danny let Hex set him free as he rested his head against the other man's chest.

"I'm alright," he insisted. "I'm fine, Hex."

He was always fine.

"Danny, don't shit me," he scolded. "Are you coming down? Maybe you should just rest. We can play more in a bit."

He hoped that was it. The drugs could be brutal, but a come down was much more preferable to the thought that Danny could be getting some kind of opportunistic disease his immune system couldn't fight off.

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