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]

"Best behaviour if you want a raise," Danny teased, chasing John's lips with his own.

[petty_dabbler]

"I'll give you a raise," he threatened as he cupped his hand over Danny's fly and began to rub.

[london_spy]

Danny moaned, then grinned, his own hand sliding to John's backside to give it a squeeze.

[petty_dabbler]

John stretched up the length of him so he could kiss Danny. He moved against him and touched where he could reach, but mostly he simply delighted in the taste of his tongue.

[london_spy]

Danny moaned into the kiss, then sighed, toying with John's hair.

"I'm glad you came over," he said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Me too," he smiled.

Don't get comfy, John...

Oh, hello, sense of impending doom.

[london_spy]

Danny kissed him again, though he seemed to be in no rush for more. This was good, this was nice. Besides, he wanted to get to know John better.

[petty_dabbler]

John was leisurely as he touched Danny where he could reach while he kissed him. There was no rush. No spirits. No food coming soon. No distractions but the telly.

"I could do this all night," he murmured finally against Danny's lips.

[london_spy]

"Our lips would be very sore," Danny teased, though he was in no rush to move things along.

[petty_dabbler]

"A price I'm willing to pay," he smiled. He kissed him again, that smile still curving his mouth. He went slowly, trying to avoid Danny's prophecy.

[london_spy]

"I feel like I hardly know you still," Danny confessed between kisses. "I want to know you."

[petty_dabbler]

JOhn kissed hima couple more times, then pulled back.

""What do you want to know?" he asked.

[london_spy]

"I dunno- What's your favourite food, what werte you like in school- What are your hobbies? I dunno- I just want to know you," Danny shrugged.

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh, you want the boring bits," he chuckled.

[london_spy]

"I do," Danny said, tugging at John's shirt lightly.

[petty_dabbler]

"I like vanilla ice cream," he offered. "I used to be in a punk band. And I really want to get you undressed..."

[london_spy]

"Can I hear your old music one day?" Danny asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"If you really need to, it's on Spotify," he laughed. "I'll pull it up for you later."

[london_spy]

"It's not need. It's want. I want to hear it," Danny said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"You're welcome to," he smiled. "You might actually be the first person who wants to listen to Mucous Membrane."

[london_spy]

Danny laughed warmly at that.

"Yeah? Maybe I'll end up being your biggest fan. You'll have to dig up a t-shirt for me," he teased.

[petty_dabbler]

"Now that'd be vintage fashion," he chuckled. "Why you so interested?"

[london_spy]

"Because I want to know you," Danny said honestly.

[petty_dabbler]

"You already know the big secret. Everything else is gilding," he promised.

[london_spy]

"That's the best part though," Danny insisted, nipping at John's jaw.