Hex

[london_spy]

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"I don't want the drink as bad as you do," Danny replied, and it was as much a pointed remark as it was a challenge. It had been a long time, but he knew what happened when he pushed Hex. He knew, and he wanted it.

 

If they were going to burn, it ought to be a damn good blaze.

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[london_spy]

"I'm fine- I just need to rest," Danny insisted. "Just- Let me lay down a bit. It's probably just the comedown."

God, he hoped it was just the comedown.

[just_hex]

"D'you want me to take that out of you?" he asked softly, rubbing Danny's arm to reassure him it was ok.

[london_spy]

"Please," Danny said softly, drawing away so he could lay down on his side. His head felt better like this, but he did start to cough again.

[just_hex]

Hex very delicately undid the tape and carefully withdrew the toy. Then he slipped off Danny's condom before pulling a blanket up over him. Then he settled in beside him, sitting to face him so he could watch him closely. When the coughing fit passed he was clearly worried.

"Need another drink?" he asked.

[london_spy]

"Please," Danny said, keeping his eyes shut to stop the dizzy spell from returning. "Maybe an allergy pill or something? I feel like there's something in my throat."

Honestly, he felt congested and achy- But he didn't want to worry Hex, not this late at night.

[just_hex]

Hex nodded and went to the cupboard to get the bottle of antihistimines. He was only gone a moment and came back with the pills.

He passed one to Danny, then laid his fingers on the man's neck to take his pulse.

[london_spy]

Danny usually popped his pills dry, but it was harder this time, and he gave up as he sat up and reached for the water to wash it down. His pulse was normal, but he was running hot, his skin warmer than usual under Hex's fingers.

[just_hex]

"I think you have a fever," he said softly. "Let me go get the thermometer. If you're feverish we should go to hospital, just to be safe."

[london_spy]

"No, it's- I'm sure it's just allergies," Danny insisted. "Let me sleep on it. If I'm still off in the morning we can go to A&E, I promise, but- Let me rest, Hex. ...Please."

[just_hex]

"Alright. Rest," he said. He tucked the covers up around Danny and fretted over him for another moment. Then he put out the light.

He went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but the entire time he kept thinking of what could have Danny down. It was likely the drugs, that was the simplest answer. But it could be anything. Worrying about it made him a bit queasy.

[london_spy]

Danny drifted off quickly, more worn out than he'd have expected himself to be- And when morning came, he felt no better for it.

His head was pounding and the cough was back in full force. Nose dripping and eyes rimmed red from being rubbed at, Danny didn't seem well. ...Just a cold, he assured himself. Just a cold, no big deal.

[just_hex]

Hex had eventually crawled into bed with Danny, but he was up before the sun to go for a run. He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard Danny cough. It was an awful sound. He took one look at him and that decided it.

"Alright, up with you. We're taking you to A&E," he said, loving but firm. "I'll call out for the day. Get dressed."

And with that he pulled out his phone. First he sent for an uber, next he called work.

[london_spy]

"No- I just... Just get me some cold medicine, I'll be fine," Danny insisted, curling up under the covers and coughing again. "I don't want to go to the hospital, Hex."

[just_hex]

"Danny, you know that's foolish. If it's a cold it could turn into pneumonia by tonight. We're going to see someone," Hex said firmly as he fetched Danny some clothes.

[london_spy]

"Or I might sit in A&E for three hours only to find out I've got a tickle in my throat," Danny argued. "Hex, last time I was in there it was for an overdose. You don't think the first thing they'll do is test me?"

[just_hex]

"I'm not going to bend on this, Danny," he shot back. "So what if they test you? It'd be worse if I went to work and came home to find you..."

Sick. Dead. Words he wouldn't say aloud for fear they might come true.

"...Just get dressed...Or I'll take you like you are."

[london_spy]

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Hex to fuck off, but his better judgement won out as he dragged himself out of bed to get dressed.

"I wish you wouldn't treat me like a child. I'm a grown man for fuck's sake. I should get to decide what I do in these situations," he muttered, looking unsteady on his feet as he cleaned up and got dressed.

[just_hex]

Then stop acting like a child, he thought, but kept silent for a moment.

"You don't have the luxury of trying to sleep off a cold," he finally said gently. Once Danny was dressed, Hex moved in to touch him lightly. "I don't mean to fuss...I just don't want this to get any worse."

[london_spy]

"I know," Danny said quietly. "I know, I just- I wish it could just be a cold. I wish everything in our lives could just be... Normal, you know?"

[just_hex]

"I know. I know, love," he replied. "But this is our normal. This is what we've got to live with and that's just how it is. We've got to take care. Come on, the car should be here in just a few minutes."

[london_spy]

"I've got to take care, you mean," Danny said quietly, pulling his coat on and grabbing his cigarettes before heading outside to have a smoke and wait for the car.

[just_hex]

Hex followed him out. He hesitated just a moment before laying a hand lightly on Danny's back.

"I mean 'we'," he said. "We're in this together, yeah? We are."

[london_spy]

Danny leant into the touch, taking a long drag and coughing hard before giving in and crushing the cigarette under his heel.

"Part of me thinks you like this," Danny admitted, closing his eyes and breathing as deep as his lungs allowed. "Having something broken to look after, I mean. ...I'm not judging you for it. We all have our vices after all."

[just_hex]

Hex had thought the same thing on more than one occasion, but had always put it out of his head because he loved Danny. This wasn't some fix-it project. He'd committed to caring for Danny, as he hoped the man would care for him. But he also knew that codependency was a trait he had. The trouble was...it was so unconscious. He did things without thinking, then looked back and realized what he'd done.

"Maybe, maybe not. I just want you to be alright, Danny," he said. "Right now all I'm worried about is that cough."

[london_spy]

"If they make me stay, will you stay with me?" Danny asked quietly. "I don't trust hospitals. Not anymore."

Danny didn't really trust anywhere he could be touched by them.