John

[london_spy]

Danny had been thinking about texting John all day, but as the sun vanished beyond the horizon he finally sat down on the edge of the bed with his phone. He wrote a message- Then deleted it. Then another, which he also deleted.

Finally he wrote something he didn't hate.

<i>Come over.</i>

Two words, nothing more. He just hoped John replied.

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[petty_dabbler]

John followed, drawn in by Danny's gravity. The bed gave way under their weight and John settled in close.

"Are you okay?" he asked then, just to make sure that Danny hadn't suddenly come to his senses about all this. It'd happen eventually, he wa sure. He just wished this could go on for a bit.

[london_spy]

"I'm good. ...Are you?" he asked softly, stroking John's arm.

[petty_dabbler]

"I am," he nodded. "Most okay I've been in a while."

John had never been good with feelings, so Danny may not realize just what a deep confession it was.

[london_spy]

Danny smiled softly, stroking John's cheek before leaning in to kiss him again.

"Tell me what you want," he said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"I want to sink into so deep and make you fucking fall apart," he said, kissing where he could reach. "I want to make you feel so good. Danny. I want to light you up."

[london_spy]

Danny laughed breathlessly, the sound fading to a groan.

"Sounds like bliss," he replied, tangling his fingers in John's hair again to keep his mouth right there... Fuck he loved his lips.

[petty_dabbler]

He kissed him slowly, settling close as he dared, and rutted against him slowly.

"We should get dressed now," he suggested softly. It was never a comfortable thing for him to say- Death took the piss with him all the time calling him prude- but he was a fucking grown up and some things you just had to talk about.

[london_spy]

"...Right, yeah," Danny said awkwardly, sitting up and reaching for the condoms.

[petty_dabbler]

Before he could get far, John caught his face and pulled him back. A soft kiss, then he looked into his eyes.

"S'alright, love," he assured him.

[london_spy]

"It isn't," Danny said softly, pressing one of the condoms into John's palm. "It really isn't."

[petty_dabbler]

"It's a small price to pay," he countered, letting go of Danny so he could use both hands to slip into it.

[london_spy]

Danny slipped his own on, thinking about how once upon a time he'd have just suggested they go get tested together and then fuck like rabbits, bare and free.

That just wasn't an option anymore.

[petty_dabbler]

John knew hundreds of men, knew of thousands more, all taken by the savage disease. But things had come so far since those dark days. Of course he still had a healthy fear, anyone with a brain would, but John knew the fear was unwarranted.

So fucking what if he caught something? He wasn't going to die. He was walking around with the power of God keeping him breathing since cancer had eaten his insides. He was pretty sure that if cancer couldn't snuff him, anything else was probably just inconvenient.

Nothing he was going to tell Danny, though. Maybe some other time. The man seemed to want to know all about him...eventually he'd have to tell him that.

"Come on, now," he said, pulling Danny back in so he could feel the whole of him.

[london_spy]

"Sorry," Danny said softly, aware he was bringing the mood down and slipping his arms around John. "Sometimes it just- I guess it hits me harder."

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm sure it does," he said. His hands smoothed over Danny gently, trying his best to offer some comfort. "Do you want to tell me?"

[london_spy]

"Nothing to tell," Danny promised. "It's just- Something I carry, I guess."

He was silent a beat, then moved to kiss John again, not wanting to think about it anymore tonight.

[petty_dabbler]

"Grab my hair...I like that," he exhaled against Danny's mouth before delivering a brutal, hungry kiss.

[london_spy]

Danny tangled his fingers in John's hair again, bucking up against him with a groan.

"Want you," he moaned, tugging on John's hair as he paused to nip at his jaw, then his neck. "Need you..."

[petty_dabbler]

"Will you ride me?" John asked. Danny was just so bloody pretty and he loved any excuse to watch him.

[london_spy]

Danny nodded a little, still nipping at skin.

"Yeah- Yes, yeah," he babbled softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Dirty boy," he teased, low and rough. He found warm skin and kissed, delighting in the very taste of him.

[london_spy]

"Wicked old bastard," Danny purred in return, carefully rolling them over and reaching blindly for the lube.

[petty_dabbler]

"Well, it's not a lie," he chuckled, curling one arm behind his head. John studied Danny. The low light shadowed his features making him look years younger. It'd be nice if the light was so kind to him.

"You're beautiful, you know," he said while Danny grabbed the tube.

[london_spy]

"I used to be," Danny said, slicking his fingers and looking lost in thought for a moment. "I could pull anyone, and everyone wanted to pull me. I was fun. ...People like you, when you're fun."

Lifting up a little, he closed his eyes as he started to prepare himself.

[petty_dabbler]

John wet his lips as he watched him, his cock jerking with anticipation.

"You're the most fun I've had in a long time," he said softly. "And I do like you." He paused. "A lot."