london_spy | John - Post Asylum

He'd woken up in his own bed. Alone. Safe. Normal. Danny didn't understand why or what that meant. His first instinct was to call Greg, but his phone wasn't working at all. the screen was shattered and when he plugged it in there was no sign of life.

He supposed he'd have to go get a new one.

Coffee in hand he found himself just walking, past the hospital where Greg should be checking in for his shift, past the flat Hex shared with Flynn and the others, then past the hotel where John had been staying. He could have gone into any off those places, but he just wasn't brave enough to see who was there and who remembered him.

He stared at John's hotel a beat longer, then began to walk again.

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petty_dabbler

He flicked away the butt and flashed Danny a sweet, tired smile. He looked at him and he just knew. He just knew he was going to get this man killed if he didn't walk away.

"I did bring my toothbrush," he replied instead.

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london_spy

Danny smiled at that and got back up on his feet, offering John his hand.

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petty_dabbler

John followed him back in, laying his coat aside after fishing a toothbrush out of his pocket. He held it up and picked the hair and flecks of tobacco off of it.

"Nice night. Didn't really need my coat, I guess," he said, mostly talking to himself and he got himself sorted.

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london_spy

Danny pulled a face, then laughed.

"I have a spare toothbrush if you want a new one," he offered.

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petty_dabbler

"Are you judging my toothbrush?" he asked in mock offense. "Actually, yeah. If you have a spare, might be a good idea."

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london_spy

"Scottie always had a drawer with them in," Danny smiled, leading the way to the bathroom and sorting one out.

"Help yourself to whatever you need," he added. "Anything, okay?"

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petty_dabbler

"I'll just get the pepperoni out of my teeth," he promised.

And maybe have a quick wank, he thought. Then realized even he wasn't that low class.

Teeth brushed face washed, John walked back out in just his pants. Every tattoo, ever scar on display.

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london_spy

Danny went and washed up next, then settled into bed. He couldn't help but admire John, taking in every tattoo, every mark.

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petty_dabbler

While Danny got ready, John turned down the covers and fluffed the pillows, but then sat on the edge. He looked up when Danny emerged.

"I wasn't sure what side of the bed you like," he said.

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london_spy

"I'm not fussy, but I usually sleep on the right," he smiled, moving to climb onto the bed.

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petty_dabbler

That was all he needed to hear and gladly slipped in on the left.

"It's a nice bed," he said. "I can see why you'd rather be here than at mine."

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london_spy

"Nicest bed I've ever had," Danny admitted with an awkward laugh, rolling onto his side to look at John.

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petty_dabbler

He rolled to face Danny, too, propping his head up on his hand.

"You look tired, mate," he said. "You can sleep. I promise I'm not going to rob you."

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london_spy

Danny laughed, soft and genuine.

"I trust you, John. If you wanted to steal a kidney you've had plenty of changes," he teased.

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petty_dabbler

"You make a fair point," he smiled.

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london_spy

Danny smiled, leaning in to kiss John again. He didn't even really mean to do it, it just sort of happened.

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petty_dabbler

Maybe he should have had that wank.

John closed his eyes and kissed him back, taking it for what it was and not pushing for more. Danny had said no. There was no reason to fight that.

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london_spy

Danny let the kiss linger, then reluctantly drew away.

"Goodnight, John," he said softly.

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petty_dabbler

"Sleep well, Danny," he replied. He settled into his pillow and closed his eyes. Safe, warm, and pressed against a beautiful man, John easily and quickly drifted off. John would always choose sleep over thinking through his problems. Too much introspection gave him indigestion.

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london_spy

At some point in the middle of the night Danny rolled closer, arm draping over John as he slept.

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petty_dabbler

When John finally woke the sun was just barely breaking the horizon. He had one arm curled around Danny, the other behind his head. It took him a moment to get his bearings, to recall where he'd fallen asleep, then he looked at the mop of dark hair curled close.

"Bollocks," he sighed. there was no untangling himself without waking Danny up.

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london_spy

Danny stirred a little, his hold on John tightening a bit as he rolled even closer. He didn't quite wake though, even as he nuzzled at John's shoulder.

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petty_dabbler

He held Danny, light but secure. He could hear the slow breathing and basked in the calm of the dawn.

This was utter bullshit. What was he even doing here? He wasn't getting laid, but he wasn't playing house, either. John knew he ought to take the small pleasure, this innocent comfort, and just appreciate it. He knew he should. But he couldn't. Too many ghosts of the past, past lovers and friends, they clouded his memories.

John laid there and dwelled on the dead for a bit, then slowly, carefully, pulled himself free so he could get up, have a piss, and then a much needed cigarette.

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london_spy

Danny woke when the other man got up, squinting and then rubbing his face. He was half hard, and he adjusted himself a bit before sitting up all the way.