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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[london_spy]

"Don't be a hypocrite," Danny frowned. "I want to learn. Just something little. Something small."

[petty_dabbler]

"It also takes a lot of time and discipline, Danny. It's not something small," John cautioned. "Can't I just teach you a card trick?"

[london_spy]

"Would a card trick have stopped that thing from choking me to death?" Danny asked, raising a brow.

[petty_dabbler]

"No. But it'll take years of training for something like that," he replied honestly.

[london_spy]

"Surely you can teach me something," Danny pressed, moving closer and reaching over, his hand slipping into John's lap, toying with the zipper of his jeans.

Old habits died hard, and Danny wasn't above a bit of 'bargaining'.

[petty_dabbler]

"I can give you an amulet," he offered, but before he'd even finished his eyes had fallen shut and his cock jumped at the attention.

[london_spy]

"Don't want trinkets," Danny said, pulling down the zipper slowly. "I prefer knowledge. Always have."

[petty_dabbler]

John let himself enjoy it for a minute, but then he covered Danny's head.

"It's not quid pro quo, love. I'll teach you," he said gently.

[london_spy]

Danny let his hand be stilled, looking into John's eyes and feeling slightly ashamed of himself.

...Though that didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss the other man.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him, enjoying every second. But when it broke he pulled back.

"What about Greg?" he asked.

[london_spy]

"...What about Greg?" Danny asked, the mood shattering. "I imagine he's home with James tonight."

[petty_dabbler]

"I assumed after I left that you two would have talked and made some...decisions," he replied.

[london_spy]

"His boyfriend is dying, I don't think he's looking to sit me down and talk commitment," Danny said, pulling away since the mood had been broken. "

[petty_dabbler]

"Seems like about now would be the time to have a chat about if you're sticking with him and being there after. Didn't get the feeling he was too into sharing you," he said plainly.

[london_spy]

"Really? 'Cause he asked me to walk you out, but you were already gone," Danny replied.

[petty_dabbler]

John was difficult to surprise, but that did it. He lifted his brows and stared at Danny a long moment.

"Really?"

[london_spy]

"Yeah, really," Danny replied.

[petty_dabbler]

"Weird," he said. "I could have swore he'd set me on fire with his brain if he could have."

[london_spy]

"You're telling me you weren't jealous too? I'm not blind, and I'm not thick, I'm well aware meeting one another was awkward- But we're all adults, we've all talked about this separately."

[petty_dabbler]

"Joke's on you, mate. I've been jealous since the first time I heard about him," John said. "Now I'm just curious why you like blokes who could nearly be your dad."

[london_spy]

"I- Don't? I like Greg because he's clever and cool, and he is an exceptional man. I like you because you're interesting and fun. ...The age thing isn't really part of it, and I can't be that much younger than you anyway. I'm thirty."

[petty_dabbler]

"Okay, not your dad. Your youngest, coolest uncle, though," he grinned.

[london_spy]

Danny snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, so cool you've got to tell me about it," he teased with a small grin.

[petty_dabbler]

John laughed warmly at that.

"None of your other, less cool uncles, can, you know, catch on fire," he noted.

[london_spy]

"I'm really not enjoying the whole uncle analogy. Let's go back to the daddy issues. Calling you daddy fits more with my list of vaguely acceptable popular fetishes," Danny joked.